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Trapped

Chapter eight

"No! Please!" Sam struggled to free himself as tears filled his eyes. He starred at the torch willing it to fly out of Keith's hands but nothing happened. He had never felt more helpless. "Please! Don't hurt him!"

"You're the one hurting him." Keith said glancing over at Sam. "All you have to do is knock this thing out of my hands."

"I can't! I can't control it!" Sam began to panic as he watched them lower the torch toward Dean's face. Dean turned his face away from it but could only pull back so far. He squeezed his eyes shut waiting for the agony to come as Keith began lowering the flame toward his face.

"Noooooo!" Sam screamed as blood began to pour out of his nose.

The torch was suddenly ripped from Keith's hands and thrown against the wall. It hit the wall hard and lay broken at the bottom of it. Keith smiled as he looked back at Sam.

"So you are the one with the power." He walked toward him. Sam sat hunched over in the chair; his head hanging down as blood ran from his nose and covered the front of his chest.

"Sammy! Sam you okay?" Dean shouted to him. He could tell Sam was in pain and wasn't even sure if he was fully conscious. Sam raised his head slightly and Dean could see that his eyes were glazed and he seemed completely out of it. He knew it was the first time Sam had been forced to use his power and it had taken a lot out of him.

"What the hell's wrong with him?" Keith asked glancing back at Dean. "Why's he bleeding?"

"I told you he can't control it! He's probably bleeding inside his brain from the exertion. I swear I'll kill you if anything happens to him!"

"If he can't control it then how did he manage to rip that torch out of my hand?"

"It was just a freak thing." Dean knew it was because Sam knew he was in danger and somehow the power was unleashed from him.

"Well I guess then we're going to have to teach your brother how to control it." Keith walked over to Sam, grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. "You're going to make me a lot of money boy."

Sam slowly focused on his face.

"Dean… Is Dean okay?" Keith stepped to the side so Sam could see his brother.

"You okay Sammy?" Dean blinked back tears when he heard Sam ask about him. It was just like his brother to be more concerned about him then himself.

"Yeah….You okay, they didn't hurt you did they?"

"No, I'm okay."

"Oh thank God…" Sam shut his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well it's been a long day." Keith looked over at Jerry. "Give them each another shot then cut them loose. We'll continue this tomorrow."

"He's too weak to get another shot." Dean protested, he knew Sam was barely able to stay conscious.

Jerry ignored him and gave Sam the shot then cut him loose. Then he gave Dean one and after a few seconds cut him down. The three men then left the room. Sam had immediately passed out from the shot and sat slumped over in the chair. Dean could also feel its effects almost immediately but he managed to crawl over to his brother. He pulled Sam out of the chair then sat down and leaned against the wall holding onto him. He winced in pain as his slashed back touched the wall but he was grateful that they had cut them loose for the night; he wasn't looking forward to hanging by his wrists through out the entire night. He used what was left of his shirt to wipe the blood off of his brother's face then pulled Sam closer as he tried to fight the effects of the drug and stay awake, he had to watch over Sam. He was terrified that is he fell asleep he'd wake up and Sam would be gone. He knew now that they knew Sam had the power they would no longer need him which meant he was expendable. But he was more concerned about what would happen to Sam after he was gone. What were they going to do to him? They said they were going to make him learn to control his powers. Dean didn't know if that was even possible. Sam only used his power a few times and that was only to save him, and even then he had no control over it.

Later

Sam finally woke up and looked up into his brother's face.

"You okay?" Sam asked softly.

"Yeah, you?"

Sam reached up and weakly pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah, just a headache."

"Sam….you used your power. They know it's you now."

"I don't know what happened; it just came out of me. They were going to burn your face and ….it just came out of me..."

"You were bleeding really bad, that never happened before."

Sam just shook his head.

"I don't know why that happened. I just kept concentrating on that torch and wanted to somehow get it away from your face and …I finally moved it."

"Do you think you can do it again?"

"I…I don't know…it just happened. I thought they were going to hurt you and…and it just happened." Sam, with Dean's help, slowly sat up.

"If only you could turn it against them."

"Believe me, I would if I could, but it doesn't work that way. I can't control it."

Just then the door opened and Rick walked in and handed them both a hamburger from a fast food restaurant, neither one of them opened the wrapper.

"Don't worry, we didn't do anything to it, you can eat it."

"Hey." Dean spoke up when Rick turned to leave. "I want to ask you a question."

"Keith really doesn't want me to talk to you guys."

"What's it going to hurt; we're not going anywhere...hell I don't even think I could stand up if I wanted to." Dean was telling the truth. The drug they were being given was making him weak and dizzy.

"What do you want to know?"

TBC