Chapter 13: Son of a Bitch
Part 1
Dean had continued to hang from his post while Sarah had finished fixing Sam and had lifted him back up to put the shackles on again. When Sam was snugly secured she turned from him and met his eyes, moving towards him.
"Consider yourself lucky that the one I'm interested in is Sam. Right now I don't need him dying on me so I'm gonna let him rest up for a bit. But don't worry Dean, the fun will start soon and I know you won't want to miss it. Until then though, you may want to get some rest yourself Dean. You'll need it."
And with that she once again turned off the light and left the room, closing the door with an enormous thud and locking it behind her. Dean was worried about his brother, he hadn't seen Sam respond when he was lifted and bound again even though he had seen him slowly returning to consciousness.
When all he could hear was his brother's shallow breaths big brother mode kicked in.
Hey Sam? Listen to me alright…I want you to understand every word I'm about to say. This. Is. Not. Your. Fault. In. Any. Way. I mean seriously dude, you couldn't have known and even if you did what could we have done? We're on the other side of the country!
He didn't get any response, not even a grunt or sigh. So he tried again, he had to get through to him before Sam decided to give up.
Sam please. Come on don't do this, you can't protect everyone. She's not gone man, she's still there…somewhere. I swear to god we won't leave here until we get her back alright? We can save he Sam…you can save her.
Finally he received an answer, a soft sob followed by a grunt and sigh. He could practically see Sam's face in his head as his little brother's features changed from devastated to determined. Dean now relied on Sam's love for Sarah and his strong will to keep both of them going. Chances were that their enemy knew what would happen to one brother if something happened to the other.
He could only do his best to hold out on whatever they had planned for them and make sure he got Sam through this one. He had a feeling that this was going to get worse before it got better and he was worried that his brother wouldn't make it through this one. The demon possessing Sarah, not that was a low blow, even for a demon.
Now they were stuck in a very uncomfortable silence, not able to console each other, they might as well of been alone. So they both sat, silently in pain and drowning in misery but fighting to break the surface. At some point they both drifted off and were freed from their nightmare for a few short, happy hours. This one night Sam's brain was too tired and delirious to even create torturous dreams so he actually slept and couldn't of asked for anything more than that.
This time Dean was brought out of his mind first, his eyes adjusting to the light that had just been flicked on. As soon as he could stand the illumination he looked at his brother to make sure he was ok. Sam looked pale but some of his colour had returned and he was no longer bleeding from the wound in his back. His face looked peaceful and Dean couldn't help it as yet again the first sight of his brother brought a small smile to his face.
Well thank god he actually got to sleep without those freakin nightmares.
He let his eyes then roam around the rest of the room, content with the current state of his baby brother. His eyes shifted to the base of the stairs and a shiver ran up and down his spine. Seven tall, hovering, expensively clad figures stood around the entrance to the cellar. Every one of them wore their polite, misleading smiles as they stared at the two bodies suspended from the ceiling with an almost animalistic hunger in the dead orbs they considered eyes.
Dean immediately tensed upon the realization that they were there and he knew he would have to disturb his brother's release to warn him of the threat. But as he kept his eyes trained on the enemy they didn't make a move, they didn't even twitch or falter in anyway. Sammy still needed to be warned though so Dean called out to him begrudgingly.
Sam! Hey, come on time to get up kiddo! Sorry to disturb your beauty rest but it ain't helping anything! Rise and shine!
He kept his thoughts as light and fear free as he could so as not to panic his brother. Sam began to move slightly, his head turning back and forth in awakening and slowly rising off of his chest. His stoic face then turned to one of confusion and fear when he remembered their predicament. He remembered what had happened up until he had hit the ground but everything after that was blurry. He had no idea why he was hung up again or even why he was still alive.
But he, like his brother, spotted the gentlemen and was suddenly filled with rage and sadness. But he was now determined, as his memories from Dean's pep talk returned to him and he wasn't going to show these things any fear. The only thing he was going to show them was deep resolve, anger and eventually a close up of his fist.
They continued to stare at the brothers as the door was heard opening yet again and Sarah entered, as usual her attention was fixed on Sam. The younger's eyes saddened momentarily when he saw her but was quickly masked by the anger he planned on using against the demon within her. She walked forward gracefully until she was standing between the men, then she turned her gaze to Dean.
"Well Dean how was your sleep? I bet you're feeling much better now aren't you. And Sammy there is looking much better now too. But I guess we're just going to have to fix that, a few old friends are going to help me with a new treatment I've been dying to try. Don't worry it doesn't hurt…too much anyways."
Both of the boys didn't give a reaction and just looked at her, Dean glaring and Sam blank. Neither would show their fear or pain, not to the Gentlemen and most certainly not to a demon. So they both resolved to stay strong and determined, as always.
Sarah seemed pleased with their lack of reaction, getting what she wanted from them would be more interesting this way. She wanted things from them, but there were also things the needed from them, and if she couldn't get them it would mean her life. She was rather attached to her life and wanted very much to keep it so all of what she needed she was going to get, one way or another.
She approached the gentlemen at the stairs and held out her hand to them. One of the gentlemen passed her a bag, smiling politely and nearly bowing as he did so. She took the bag from him with a grin almost as unnerving as the other ones in the room. She began to retreat from them with the bag in her hand and nodded at them to follow her slowly. When she was once again standing between the suspended men she looked at Sam and her smile slowly faded into a face of concern.
"You ok there Sam? You've been awfully quiet this whole time…isn't there anything you want to say to me? I'm sorry, maybe? Oh right I forgot, you can't say anything can you…you're helpless and you can't stop anything I'm going to do to you and your brother…and sweet Sarah."
Sam finally lifted his eyes from their unfocused stare and looked the demon right in the face. Anger and resolve stared deep into her black eyes and didn't flinch or blink, it was daunting even for a demon and her mask wavered slightly. But then she reigned in her fears and backed away from Sam, a swagger in her step.
The beckoned the tallest of the creatures forward and when he was standing in front of her she held out the bag and opened it. She offered it to him, "Go ahead, take what you think you'll need."
Part 2
The gentlemen bowed his head in thanks and reached into the bag, rifled for a moment, then pulled out a small plastic case. He brought the case up to his face and looked it over, then seemingly satisfied lowered it and opened the box. He turned to his peers and held the case out to them, each one also bowing politely and taking two of what was being offered.
Acupuncture needles were now being held by all of the creatures and the tallest passed the bow back to Sarah. She then reached into it herself and removed the last two pins before throwing the box carelessly into the bag that was now dropped on the floor.
They monsters split and floated towards their prey. Four approached Dean and three approached Sam, followed by Sarah who seemed intent on making Sam her patient. As before Sam and Dean hid their fear from the creatures, but their eyes flicked in an automatic search for reassurance.
As green met hazel they both came to a silent understanding. They wouldn't give these things what they wanted, but they would do all they could to protect the other.
Don't give in Sam. I swear we'll get out of this, we always do don't we? Just hang in there little brother alright? I'm sorry Sammy…
Sam understood the apology, Dean was blaming himself for getting caught and then not being there to keep Sam from coming to the same fate. But Sam couldn't blame Dean if he tried, he never could be mad at his brother for something like this.
Sam gave Dean his best sympathetic and forgiving look before focusing his eyes back to his captors and covering his emotions again with rage. Deep inside his body he wanted to use his powers, but he couldn't jeopardize Dean if they decided that there would be a consequence for it. So he settled for now and prepared himself for what was to come.
"Alright boys, now I'm wondering…have you ever had acupuncture before? It is really quite relaxing you know…certain nerves release all kinds of stress and it feels great. But then of course there are those nerves that can cause a hell of a lot of pain or even paralysing you temporarily. Did you know that? I didn't…not until I met these gents and started a little research about different procedures. I've been dying to see what actually happens when those nerves get pressed the wrong way."
Sarah smiled again and advanced on Sam until she was practically leaning against him, her face reaching the level of his chest. She took one of the pins in her hand and brought it up to her eye level, examining it then looking past it to his body. Her eyes flicked back and forth, finding just the right spot. And when she did she looked up into his eyes and held his gaze as she placed the needle against his torso and pushing it through his shirt and into his skin.
At first he felt nothing, those needles aren't designed to be felt. But then all of a sudden his chest exploded in pain and his lungs refused to fill. He began gasping and struggling against his bonds, his head reared back and rested against his arms. His eyes clamped shut and he ground his teeth to keep from making a sound.
Dean watched as his brother reacted so suddenly to whatever was happening and began to struggle himself. He had to get to his brother, Sam couldn't breath. He could hear his brother gasping through clenched teeth and watched as Sarah ran her hand down Sam's chest.
"You know Sam, I've always wondered what it would have been like if you had stayed. That kiss didn't quite abate what it was that I wanted. I wanted all of you, I still do. I can make the pain stop if you'll just give me what I want, give me you."
Sammy! Don't listen to her alright? That's not Sarah…that's some demonic bitch trying to break you…you can't let her win Sam! Please fight her little brother!
Sam was still as determined as ever and didn't even feel her hand on his chest, but he did hear her voice. He let go in one ear and out the other, he wasn't going to give her what she wanted, not until he got what he wanted.
Don't worry big brother, I'm not giving this bastard anything! Not until I know you and Sarah are safe…I'm going to fight with everything I got.
Finally Sarah removed the pin, a little disappointed that Sam hadn't reacted to her but at the same time more thrilled to get this show on the road. The pin was extracted and Sam immediately relaxed against his bonds and started to breath regularly.
Dean breathed a sigh of relief when Sam seemed to recover from his pain pretty quickly. He was at least breathing again. Sarah turned to the gentlemen with Dean and nodded at him to start his job as she would continue with hers.
Over the next hours they would pinch nerves and restrict air supplies through the precision of the needle points. Finally the boys began to sag even more against the chains and exhaustion began to set in. Sam wasn't doing too well anymore, his breathing was irregular and he was constantly wincing whenever a breath was drawn, the pain in his back seeming to have multiplied due to stress on his body.
Dean wasn't doing so hot either but he figured he could go a few more rounds and be ok, not that he wanted to. As usual the worst part was the smiles and faces of the creatures circling him, passing needles back and forth, sticking them here and there.
Sometimes he'd twitch uncontrollably, sometimes he would tense uncontrollably and sometimes he wouldn't be able to move at all. But every time the needle invaded his body intense pain surged through his nerve endings, travelled up his spine and hit the snap system in his brain.
But neither of them had given in, neither had passed out and neither had let their fear rule them. And for that admiration grew among them and even the demon couldn't help but envy the resilience she was coming up against.
Sarah became bored with this and decided it was time to push Sam even further.
"Stop! Step away from them, it's my turn now. Sam do you think you could save your brother if I let you go?"
Sam's eyes flung to her, all of a sudden hope flashed and confidence flooded through him.
"Just like you saved those people in that house when you got their too late? Or how about that girl, you were there and you couldn't even stop her death."
The confidence vanished, replaced by guilt and sorrow. He wasn't so sure anymore if he could save his brother, but god he wanted to.
"I'll tell you what, I' going to give you a chance to save Dean. I'm going to untie you and you can get out of here," she said as she walked up to him. She reached above him and started twisting at the semi melted locks. His wrists broke free suddenly sending him to the floor and he momentarily rested their, stunned and exhausted.
Dean watched his brother begin to rise. I don't like this Sammy, something's up…be careful alright?
Sam looked at Dean and nodded his reassurance. He put all of his attention and effort into rising off the floor, his legs weak from the trauma he'd been receiving over the last days. He was on one knee and about to draw himself up when Sarah moved in behind him and plunged a needle into his back.
Sam squeezed his eyes shut in pain and gasped. All of a sudden he collapsed on the floor, he couldn't move a muscle. Everything was locked up and he had no control.
Sam! Man you ok? Come on Sammy…just hold on alright? Don't try to force it…that needles gotta be screwing with something ok?
Sam only continued to gasp but stopped trying to move, each attempt increased the pain in his body.
"Ok Sam, here's your chance. Get to Dean and unlock his chains…if you can do that you're free to go. But here's the thing, you have to make it to Dean before he passes out otherwise neither of you is going anywhere. It's all on you Sammy."
She kneeled down next to him and whispered into his ear, "Don't let your brother down." Then she kissed his cheek and straightened again. Sam's eyes had widened and his breaths had come quicker after hearing that he had a time limit.
Sarah moved to the bag still lying on the floor and drew out an item, Sam didn't know what it was but it was sharp and it was serrated. The younger brother lay on the floor, unable to move while the older hanged from the ceiling, sagging in his chains.
Sarah approached the older brother with the item and Dean weekly struggled as did Sam.
Part 3
"Dean, I know you try so hard to save your brother all the time. But does he ever save you? I mean you've given everything in order to keep him safe, to give him what it is he needs. But what about Sam? What has he given up for you?" Sarah waited for some kind of response but all she got was a look that said clearly gave the impression he thought she was crazy.
"I'm giving him the chance to save you right now and look at him. He's lying on the floor like a slug, but even trying to get to you. Now what does that say about his devotion to you huh?"
Don't listen Sam. This evil son of a bitch doesn't know what the hell it's talkin about. Demon's lie…remember that no matter what! Try to get that needle out of your neck but don't hurt yourself alright?
Damn, you've got some nerve talking about Sam like that. I swear when I get down the first thing I'm going to do is book you a one way ticket down south.
Sam was somewhat comforted by Dean's words but still felt every bit as helpless as before. Thinking back on this job he had failed in protecting everyone, the couple, the girl that died the night they got here, the girl that had died last night…and Dean. Hell he hadn't even been able to protect himself.
But he still tried, he began to command his muscles to work. They refused though, his orders never made it through his body as they became trapped in his brain. Sarah drew closer to Den, holding the blade out in front of her. The best way to describe it would be to say it looked like a fork, but bigger and much sharper with serrated edges lining all three prongs.
He didn't want to scare his brother too much so Dean stopped struggling and eyed the weapon, tracking it's every move. Maybe Sam would be able to somehow free himself from his paralysis and actually save his ass, but he wasn't going to get his hopes up. He slid his game face on and waited for what was coming, he wasn't going to give in and as long as her attention was on him and not Sam that was one less thing to trouble him.
Sarah licked her lips in anticipation, her only regret was that she wouldn't be able to hear Dean scream. She wanted that so much, almost as much as she wanted Sam, but not quite. So she was settled just for the pain she was going to inflict on both brothers by doing this, and pushing Sam one step closer to the edge.
The blade moved closer, Dean's heart sped, and Sam struggled wildly in his mind. Sarah walked right up to Dean, placing herself seductively against his body and running her free hand down his chest. When she reached his waist back she felt him shiver, the skin visible between the rim of his shirt and his pants rippling with goose bumps. She smiled up at him, looking into his eyes as she brought her hand back up to grasp the end of his shirt and lifted her other hand.
Clothe tearing was heard and urged Sam to fight harder. Sarah made the incision in the fabric a little way up then grabbed hold of both sides and ripped the fabric until his shirt hung open. His chest was rising and falling quickly, he was panting and hatred radiated from him. Once again she put her hand to his chest and moved it, making circles and tracing the muscles in his torso.
"I wish we could have a little more time to ourselves but I'm on a bit of a schedule," she said, bringing her gaze back up to his face, catching his eyes with hers and making sure they would stay there. Her other hand went unnoticed as it drew back.
"I am sorry though…" and her whipped back to him, the blades angled upwards so they'd catch his flesh and tear as they moved but would not actually enter his body. "I'm sorry I won't get to hear you scream."
Dean's eyes squeezed shut, his breaths changed becoming more forced and ragged. His teeth clenched and he began to struggle again, trying to distance himself. The only result of his struggling was that his body shifted back and forth and Sarah rejoiced in the way his body came into contact with hers, leaving bloody smears across her clothing.
Ah! God! Bitch I swear to god! I'm going to love sending your ass back to hell!!
Sam's eyes quickly jerked up to Dean and his eyes widened at the display before him. Dean. Sarah. Blade. Blood.
Sam's mind screamed at his body and he felt something change. His anger and fear kept mounting as he saw Dean begin to still while Sarah probed at the wounds with the edge of the fork-like device.
Dean's chest would grow blessedly numb before pain would shoot back to him when Sarah would poke at the jagged edges of his wounded skin, smiling like the monsters who now stood quietly looking appreciatively at Sarah's work.
"So Sam, when are you going to make your move? Dean could probably use a little help here," she said, earning her a glare that would have killed anyone else on the spot. But she just sighed, "You know Sammy, I don't think you're even trying. Do you even really care about him?"
Sam could only see red as he saw Sarah move to strike again. This time the blade was moved slowly and with precision, catching skin and slowly forcing it open. She moved it first one way then another, allowing herself to literally carve Dean up.
Dean kept his jaw clenched as long as he could. He lasted a while too, his eyes and lips forced closed and kept there. But then the new carving met with the previous one and the blade snagged on the torn skin and dug deeper and he lost his hold on his features.
His eyes sprang open, his mouth opening at the same time and his head shooting up to settle against his arm. He pressed his head into the side of his arm to try to release some of his pain, his mouth open in what would have been a cry of agony but only came out as a breath.
His mind couldn't even form a coherent thought so Sam didn't receive anything like he had the last time. Dean's mind was whirling and everything was becoming one big bright, colourful mess. Spots began to appear, white and black flashing across his jumbled sight.
"Sammy! You better hurry up…I don't think he can hold out much longer. He looks about ready to collapse don't you think? He needs help…oh wait…where are you? Shouldn't you be helping him?"
Sam's anger reached a boiling point and like before something changed. The needle in the back of his neck began to move, sending pain shooting throughout his body coupled with a building pain in his head. Then the pain in his body disappeared, as did the presence of the needle as it flew up and hit the ceiling with so much force that it embedded itself in the concrete.
Sam could move finally, although his body was still slow to respond and it hurt to do so. Everything it had been through weighed heavily on his limbs and he doubted he could walk even without the damned pin. But Dean that was relying on him, and there were things no normal person could do that Sam could when it came to his brother.
So he slowly began to raise himself off the ground, slowly but frantically that is. He was uncoordinated and his arms would get tangled, his feet would trip over each other. Finally he got one knee under him and the other in font of him so he was kneeling. He used his arms to push himself out of that position and as he raised to his full height he once again caught sight of his target.
His target that was now hanging motionless, his head resting against his chest. Blood flowing down his chest painted over the normal tanned skin until you couldn't see it anymore.
Dean…oh no…please be awake Dean! I can't be too late! Wake up big brother!
Sam clumsily dragged his feet to his brother's body and Sarah backed away to enjoy the show. He had failed, she had almost thought he would make it when the pin had made it's exit. She almost wished he had, just to see the relief wash over him only to be stricken away when she would have gone back on her word.
He finally reached his brother and grabbed his face, lifting his chin from his mutilated chest. Looking into his face now he saw his brother's eyes closed, his breathing even although laboured and his skin pale. He was unconscious without question.
No I can't be too late…Dean come on. Wake up man…we need to get out of here! I'm sorry I couldn't get here in time…but I'm here now so wake up and I'll get you down alright? Come on big brother! Dean!
Again, nothing. Suddenly Sam felt himself being grabbed and the familiar knife fingers wrapped around his sluggish biceps. Being torn away from his brother after being so close ripped Sam apart and he struggled wildly, even just to have a moment more of contact, he would take it.
As if cruelly taunting him Dean's eyes started to move beneath the lids. He returned to consciousness with a jolt when he caught sight of one of Sam's legs flung into his field of vision momentarily. Ignoring the sudden return of agony he lifted his head to see his brother red faced and fighting as he was being dragged back to his own chains.
S-sam…Sam! They might have been thoughts, but they sounded weak to both of the boys. L-let go of him! Don't touch my brother you freaks!
Sam heard Dean's anger and fear, could sense his weakness and fought with everything he had. Sarah had been following at a safe distance from Sam's flying legs but when she saw Sam's sudden urgency she glanced back to Dean and saw he was awake.
She quickly returned to Dean and grabbed his face so that his neck wouldn't have to hold it. He was still weak from his fainting and couldn't hold his head up for long quite yet. She made sure he could watch his brother as they finally got him back to his position and lifted him from the ground.
Sam's hopes of freeing himself quickly disappeared when his feet left the floor and his writs were once again forced into the cuffs attached to the ceiling. His arms were now bleeding and slight pains shivered up and down his arms into his shoulders from the strain and cuts.
He continued to move, maybe something in the ceiling would come loose if he kept it up long enough. The Gentlemen retreated from him and approached Sarah who was standing in her favoured position between the siblings. They reached her, positioned themselves behind her and stilled.
"You know, these gentlemen have been very generous in doing all of this work for me with you boys. It's only fair that they get some kind of payment. And I think I know exactly what I should give them."
Sarah moved to a table that was against the wall on the side of the room across from the stairs. It had a cover on it but there was clearly items lying beneath it. She reached the table, grabbed hold of the white cover, looked up at her victims, smiled and pulled.
Eight containers lay on the table, seven larger ones and one smaller one. The smaller one was a box, covered in old hieroglyphs and banded with gold. The other seven containers were glass jars with secure lids, and lying in all but one of them was a human heart. The very ones that Sam had seen removed from the two victims two nights ago (or what he assumed was two nights ago but neither really knew now long they'd been chained for) and the others from the nights before and after that one.
Only on jar lay empty and both of the boys looked at it, unwilling to gaze at the life organs lying in the jars around it. Their stomachs dropped as they both realized what Sarah was planning and their eyes sought each other out.
Once again the brothers had brief contact and an understanding flowed through them. They both knew what was going to happen, they just didn't know who to. Dean was so disoriented he couldn't even mask his fear for his brother and Sam read it in his eyes easily. Sam allowed his own fears to show as well but soon covered them again as motion began around them.
Six of the gentlemen moved to the table and carefully picked up a jar, all of them now possessing a heart. Sarah stood until they had received all of their items before picking up the empty jar and sauntering over to the gentlemen who hadn't moved, coincidentally the leader.
Each step she took carried a bounce to it that sickened the boys, the thought of her looking forward to this made them sick to their stomachs. Anger would have been boiling again if not for the fear that was keeping their tempers in check.
Sarah gave the jar over to the leader who took it and smiled at her generously. He then moved to the bag that still lay on the floor and bent to reach inside. When he straightened again he held the jar in one hand and a scalpel in the other.
Sam's eyes widened suspecting who it was meant for but not yet willing to believe it until there was proof.
Please…please let it be me…
But things were never that easy for the youngest Winchester and he could only let out a silent sob of anguish and defeat as the tallest form moved in the direction of his incapacitated brother.
The elder started to struggle again, not quite as weak as he was before and relying on a chance that maybe something would come loose. Nothing did and he felt defeat begin to wash over him. He looked from the scalpel, to the smiling face of his would-be killer, to the woman his brother loved, then to the brother he loved more than anything in the world.
He sadly shook his head, signifying his failed attempts at escape. But Sam's pleading eyes, those damn puppy eyes of his, urged Dean to continue, even if there was the slightest inkling of a chance. So Dean did, knowing it was futile but willing to do it for his Sammy, he didn't feel much like dying without fighting anyways. Then again he didn't feel much like dying period, there was so much to say and so little time to say it. But then he thanked the Shining for even allowing him to be able to say anything right now.
Sammy. Listen to me, I'm sorry about all of this. I couldn't stop them from killing those people, I couldn't stop them from taking me, and I couldn't stop them from taking you. It's over for me…but I need you to promise that you will keep fighting, don't just give up. If these freaky sons of bitches take me don't let them have you too, that's giving them way more than they would ever deserve. This may be the last chance I get to say this…so…I'm going to just say it. Sam...me and Dad…we were always so proud of you…he loved you so much. And…I know we don't say it…at all…but I need you to know…that…I love you. I love you little brother more than anything and everything…please understand and don't blame yourself for any of this You don't deserve this and it kills me to know that this is happening to you.
By this time Dean was only making a minimal effort to move as he was completely focused on his brother, he didn't even notice the figure slowly approaching him, twisting the scalpel between it's fingers. Sam was staring at his brother, his breaths quick and his face masked with fear and anguish. Slowly a tear fell from his sensitive eyes, tracking through the sweat on his skin.
He had always wanted, on some level, to hear his brother say that he loved him. But he didn't want it like this and now he wished he'd never heard it, it being spoken only sealed his brother's fate.
Dean…no…don't give up…
The gentleman was now right in front of Dean and slowly eying a good place to start his incision. He finally found his starting line and lifted his hand as if in slow motion.
No please big brother…I need you here…with me!
The arm came up higher, passing the damaged flesh.
I've lost everyone…I can't lose you too!
The hand stopped just above the wounded flesh and stilled there for a moment.
…please…
The hand inched forward until the blade lay on Dean's skin.
No…Dean!
Slight pressure was applied and Dean flinched in anticipation.
Dean!!
Again the elder flinched as the blade broke the skin and rested for a second.
DEAN!
Dean's eyes looked directly into his brother's, regret filling the green.
Sammy…close your eyes. Don't watch this little brother.
Sam was now openly crying and that message sent him over the edge. His mouth formed screams for his brother, anguished cries that broke Dean's heart. The older sibling wished his brother would close his eyes and look away, he couldn't bear the thought of his baby brother witnessing his death. But he knew Sam wouldn't look away.
DEAN! NO!!! DEAN!!!
The blade slowly started to move down, at first without pressure but as it slid further down, slight pressure was added and soon Dean's eyes were closed and squeezed shut.
I'm so sorry baby brother.
NOOO!!!!! DE-
"DEAN!!!!!!!!!"