Chapter 22 - Screams
Dean felt a sharp stingy sensation in his right forearm. He felt a cold liquid move throughout his veins, jolting him back into reality. He woke up groggily, he could see a silhouette hovering over him, but his eyes were too blurred to make out who it was. In an instant he felt the cold liquid change, morph into something horrible; it felt like his veins were on fire. The fiery sensation moved throughout his whole body. It hurt; it felt like someone was ripping out his insides, and then setting them ablaze in some cruel and sadistic manner.
Dean wanted to curl up into a ball, and somehow escape the pain, but he couldn't. His body wouldn't respond. The drug, or whatever the silhouette had given him, was paralyzing him. He was unable to move. He was forced to lie there in agony as the pain coursed through his blood, each blood cell burning as they moved throughout his bloodstream.
His body relaxed slightly as the initiative pain slowly faded, and his breathing slowed, his eyes cleared, and he took in the wonderful sight of Aaron and Jacob.
'You gotta be kidding me,' he muttered.
His body still ached from the drug. Aaron just grinned, as Jacob leant in again, and Dean felt that same stinging sensation in his arm. He cried out slightly as the pain shot through him, worse than before, and he pressed his feet hard against the bar at the end of the bed to help make the pain bearable.
'More,' he heard Aaron order, and Jacob inserted the drug again.
Dean's cries got louder, and sweat began trickling down his forehead. Aaron wasn't even waiting for the drug to wear off, the pain to go away anymore. He just ordered more and more of the substance to be injected into Dean's system, and the pain was beginning to become unbearable. Another does was injected, and a yell of pain escaped Dean's lips, his eyes finally rolling back into unconsciousness.
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Sam couldn't move; he couldn't blink. The drug keeping him awake still coursed through his veins, and that agonizing drip, drip, drip, echoed louder than ever in his head. His arms were stiff from being held up so long, and he was still feeling weak in the legs. He'd given up breathing through his nose; his breath came in short, sharp gasps instead.
He didn't know how long he'd been standing there for; it felt like an eternity, when really, it was a mere couple of hours. He looked up in an effort to stretch his neck, but it hurt too much. He'd kept it in the same place for ages, and all his joints had stiffened. He could only move it upwards a little bit.
Then the dripping stopped. At first he wasn't sure; it still echoed through him, but soon realised that it had stopped completely. He closed his eyes in relief, hoping sleep would come easier. He heard the door open and a sharp slap to the face brought him back to his senses.
Anthony reached up and released Sam's arms, and Sam moaned in pain and he slowly brought them to his sides. Joel entered the room, and together he and Anthony dragged a dazed Sam back down to his room, dumping him carelessly onto the bed. They secured the shackle once more, and Sam finally drifted off into a restless sleep.
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When Dean awoke, his entire body ached, his head throbbed and all he wanted to do was to fall back into unconsciousness. Unfortunately, that was not an option, and he cracked open his eyes and began to sit up. Jacob, who had been sitting nearby waiting for Dean to wake, immediately sprung to his feet, syringe ready.
'Go away,' moaned Dean, still struggling to sit.
He gave up and collapsed back onto the bed. He tried to shake his arm away from Jacob, but he was no match for the man. The drug was inserted, shooting the agonizing pain throughout his veins. His body jerked against it, and a pitiful scream hit the air. Dean couldn't believe how girly he sounded; he was stronger than this! But the screams got louder as Jacob inserted more.
'STOP!' he cried, his face slick with sweat.
Jacob just grinned and drew another dose that was twice as big as the last.
'This should do you for the night,' he laughed, and injected it into Dean.
The pain was unbearable. Dean just wanted to close his eyes and die. As the drug reached its climax, Dean screamed louder than ever before, the noise echoing down the halls and even hitting Aaron's ears, who was relaxing in an upstairs room. Even as Jacob left the room, Dean's screams still hung in the air.
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Drip, drip, drip…Sam could hear the dripping clearly; he must be close. He wandered down the hallway, searching for that damn tap that was driving him insane. He rounded another corner; drip…drip…drip…That tap was gunna pay. How could water be so annoying? The end of the hallway was in sight, and he could see the tap, dripping mockingly. A smile played across his lips as he walked excitedly towards it. Finally he could be put out of his misery!
Faint screaming reached his ears, but he ignored it and continued towards the tap. As he got closer the screaming got louder, and barely ten metres from the tap he came to a halt, puzzled. It sounded like Dean. But that wasn't possible. Dean had died; Sam had watched him die.
He took a couple more steps forward, but the screaming got louder, almost piercing through his brain. Looking around he spotted a door to his left He glanced longingly at the tap, back to the door, and then the tap again. Sighing with a slight reluctance, he turned towards the door, pushing it open and trying to brush the aggravating dripping that he could hear amongst the screaming.
Dean always came first, even if he was dead. As the doorway widened in front of him, he froze at the sight.
One of Aaron's men stood over a thrashing body, inserting a needle into the persons arm and injecting a substance into their system. Neither seemed to realise Sam was there, so he stepped in further, his eyes wide in shock as the person on the bed turned their head and the light hit his face.
'DEAN!' cried out Sam.
He rushed forward to help his brother, but a force threw his back out into the hall, the door slamming shut. He heaved himself off the ground and scrabbled desperately at the door, trying in vain to open it and get to Dean. His mind was going crazy…Dean screaming. Tap dripping, screaming, dripping, screaming…
'NO!' Screamed Sam, wildly waking up and jolting into a sitting position. Sweat poured down his face and his chest heaved.
'It was just a nightmare…just a nightmare,' he said, trying to soothe himself.
He looked up suddenly, shocked by what he was hearing. Screaming reached his ears, getting louder and louder, and he was struck with panic.
'That's Dean,' he said. 'THAT'S DEAN!'
He wasn't dead after all! But it made him sick to think what they could be doing to him. Then as suddenly as the screaming started, it stopped, and Sam clambered off the bed, straining to hear any more signs of Dean. His door opened and Joel waltzed in.
'You didn't kill my brother,' Sam said with slight air in his voice. 'I heard Dean screaming; he's alive.'
'No he's not,' sneered Joel. 'We cut off his head. He's as dead as a door knob.'
'I heard him screaming!' Sam said, his voice raising determinedly.
'You must be delusional,' said Joel. Anthony appeared in the doorway. 'Right on time Anthony.'
Anthony grinned wickedly and walked into the room, dragging something behind him. Bile rose into Sam's throat and he shrank back onto the bed at this sight. It was Dean's body. The familiar jeans, the boots, the t-shirt…it all hit hard.
'Oh, there's a bit missing,' mocked Anthony. 'But I didn't think you would mind. Oh, and this,' he threw an object onto the bed, 'wouldn't stay on.'
He ditched the body in a corner of the room, out of Sam's reach, and he and Jacob left the room laughing with happiness.
Sam sat terrified on the bed, backed up hard against the wall, and he reached out to retrieve the object Anthony had thrown. Dean's pendant slipped tenderly through Sam's fingers, as a wave of nausea hit him like a ton of bricks. He closed his eyes and held the pendant close, trying to block out the reality.
His mind was still going crazy…dripping…screaming…Dean's body…it was too much.
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I'm so so so sorry for the delay! my computer went kaput over the last couple of days...so if it takes a bit to update again, i apologise, it is my computer.
anyways, i hope you liked this chap. Big thanks to my wonderful beta Steff, and Laura, who helped me get out of a ditch in this chapter. she also helped with chap 17 i think...so thanks for that too Laura
and thanks for your wonderful reviews! i do try to reply occasionally...
Nikki