Chapter 9

OMG thanks for all the reviews and favoriting and alerting! It made my horrible day so much better :) Anyways, it good that I haven't gone off track because I wrote the whole chapter nine in class today and it took forever! Oh well, on with the story :)

He was going to finish off the Winchester's once and for all. Master was going to be so pleased with. He looked down at the unconscious and youngest Winchester in disgust; he couldn't believe he had to handle such a pathetic human. But…it was all part of the plan Master came up with. He had to kill John and Dean Winchester and then bring Sam to Master. The first attempt was a complete fail when, unexpectedly, Sam shot his meat suit. Damn him, the little bastard! But this time he just had to kidnap the kid and then, sure enough, Dean and John would come looking for him. It was the perfect trap. When the two men entered his setup, he would capture them and gut them like the pigs they were. He scowled just thinking about them. Then, he would take Sam to Master who would, then, give him a reward for such a clever and devious plan. Yes, it was a clever and devious plan, indeed. He rolled the bed into the elevator and pressed the button for the basement floor. This was going to be so much fun.

~~~SPN~~~

Dean grunted angrily, franticly trying to pry himself off the wall. Even if the demon was gone, its power was still in effect…just not as strong. If only he could concentrate hard enough. He had to find dad so they could get Sammy before it was too late. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on moving his arm with all his strength. After a few moments, he felt his arm separate from the wall, then his head, and then his leg. Not long after, Dean collapsed to the ground in a heap. Not wanting to waste precious time, he scrambled to his feet and bolted out of the room. He had to find dad…and fast.

~~~SPN~~~

"Ugh."

"Well, well, well, it's about time you wake up; I was getting bored."

Sam frowned, blinking his eyes open. What the hell happened and why did his neck hurt so much? Was that Dean talking?

"Come on, kid, wakey wakey. Get your head out of the clouds!"

No it didn't sound like his brother. When his vision focused, he looked around and saw that he was in some sort of dungeon. Where was he? He tried to move his limbs, but found that both his wrist and ankles were bound together with a thick, scratchy rope.

"Where am I?" Sam groaned.

"The basement in the hospital. Couldn't go far for reasons I don't bother to share with you," said a voice so close to his ear, he could feel the warm breath. Sam flinched away and looked behind him. It was just a nurse. What the hell? Suddenly, the green eyes flashed black and realization came to the young Winchester.

"That answer your question, Sammy?" The demon questioned, seeming to know what Sam was thinking.

"Don't call me that," Sam said in a hoarse voice. "What do you want?"

"I want… zilch."

"What?"

"That's right…nil, nothing, nada. These are just my orders."

"Orders from who?"

"No more questions, Sammy. You ask way too much." With that the nurse kicked Sam in the abdomen causing the boy to grunt and gasp for air. Almost instantly, he began coughing erratically, unable to get oxygen into his lungs. When it finally ceased, his breathing was severely labored and painful.

"You…s-son of…a…bitch!" He growled.

"Hey!" The demon shouted as he grabbed Sam by the hair and yanked his head back violently. "That's my mother you're talking about." Without care, he threw Sam back to the ground and punched him in the nose. Blood immediately began flowing out onto Sam's pale face. Sam coughed, but barely had time to do anything else as the demon grabbed the rope around his wrist and dragged him over to a lone hook suspended above the ground. Sam knew exactly what was about to happen. With ease, the demon pulled Sam up by his shirt collar and hung the ropes on the hook. When Sam was left hanging, only the tips of his toes were able to touch the cold, concrete floor. He grunted in agony, scrunching his face up as the weight of his own body began to weigh down on his arms. His wrists immediately started burning from the ropes chafing his skin.

"Now…we wait," grinned the demon.

"For who?" Sam breathed heavily.

"I didn't tell you? Oh, well you see," the 'nurse' began, calmly circling around Sam. "This is a trap for dear daddy and brother. When they come running for the damsel in distress- that's you," he said stroking Sam's neck with a single finger. Sam gasped, feeling sick. He tried moving away, but it was impossible. "I will ambush the two, beat them 'till they can't even taste their own blood, and you, my dear friend, will have to watch. When I get bored, I'll slit their throats and you will watch the light fade from their eyes."

Sam breathed harshly, a tear of anger and fear trickling down his face.

"Aww, don't worry, it shouldn't take long. And look on the bright side, you won't have to die. But…you sure will be in a hellova lot of pain."

"W-why?"

"Because I'm gonna use you as a punching bag, silly," he said flicking Sam's nose playfully.

Sam scrunched his nose in disgust and spit on the nurse's face. The demon frowned in anger as he lashed out, punching Sam in the jaw. The demon's eyes flashed black again as he gave Sam a sinister grin.

"Surge sentire inferno."

~~~SPN~~~

Dean rushed down the hall, sliding around corners and dodging hospital staff. He skid to a stop at his father's door, panting deeply.

"Dad!"

John looked up and immediately knew something was seriously wrong.

"Son, what's wrong? Is it Sammy?"

"The…the demon d-didn't leave. It t-took him…it took Sam. I d-don't…I don't know where they are!" Dean said in between breaths.

John's face quickly showed fear and anger. He threw the sheets of him and got out of bed, ignoring the wave of dizziness, and put on his shoes. Luckily he was already in his sweat, because then it'd be very awkward to fight a demon in a revealing gown.

"I think I may know where they are, but first we need to stock up." The two older men ran out of the hospital and to Dean's, thankfully closely parked, car. They grabbed the usual things that would aid them in this situation: a couple knives, lots of holy water, chalk and John's book. Hiding the equipment in their jackets, the two wasted no extra time as they rushed back into the elevator. John punched the button for the ground floor before sharing a worried glance with his son. They were gonna get Sammy back; they weren't gonna lose him again.

~~~SPN~~~

"Uh! Ah! P-please- uh! - stop. I-I can't- ah! - b-breathe!"

"That's your problem not mine."

The demon resumed hitting Sam in the chest and stomach. Tears streamed down Sam pale and slightly bloodied face; it hurt so much, more so his lungs. They felt like they were on fire…he could not breathe! This guy was gonna kill him. Blood from his nose ran into his mouth causing him to taste the metallic tang of his own blood; and every time he was hit, the force made him swing on the hook and causing more strain on his abused arms and wrists.

"Please s-stop," Sam begged in a sobbing whisper as he started to give in to unconsciousness.

"Oh, come on now, it's not that bad. Don't fall asleep for the big show, Sammy," the demon said, caressing Sam's cheek. Something Dean would always do to comfort him. But this was not comforting; it was downright sickening.

"Get your fucking perverted hands off him, you bastard!" A voice yelled.

Sam sluggishly opened his eyes and through his blurry vision, he saw two people, which looked an awful lot like Dean and his father, run into the dungeon like room.

~+SPN+~

John bolted towards the demon angrily. NO ONE was allowed to touch his son like that. NO ONE! He came very close to the nurse, but was carelessly tossed aside with one nod of the demon's head. He grunted in pain, but he brushed it off. Sammy needed him. He got up and splashed holy water onto the demon's chest.

"AGH! You bastard!" It hissed and gurgled as it fell to its knees. "You're gonna wish you never did that."

Little did the demon know that in the time he was cursing at John, Dean was hastily drawing a devil's trap. When he finished, he nodded at John, who returned the gesture and instantly kicked the nurse in the chest, propelling him backwards into the circle. The demon made a move to launch at John, but found that he couldn't. Looking down, he growled.

"Oh, you didn't."

John smirked and shrugged. "It's what you get for touching my son."

"Come on we were just having a little fun," he turned to Sam and grinned. "Weren't we Sammy?"

"Shut up!" John said, splashing more holy water onto the demon and watched it wail in agony.

John took out his book and began reading the Latin needed for the exorcism. He was gonna get this finished now.

Dean cringed as the demon called Sam 'Sammy.' It was his name for Sam, not some son of a bitch that felt up his brother. When he felt his dad was handling this, he ran to his brother, dropping everything, but a knife, on the floor.

"Sam? Sammy? Come on dude, you gotta wake up," he whispered patting Sam's face. He cursed when he saw the blood and bruises on Sam's face. That dick!

His brother lazily opened his eyes and stared at his older brother.

"D-Dean?"

"Yeah, I'm right here, buddy. Don't worry, I'm gonna get you down from there, just hold on."

Sam nodded, but his eyes began to droop close.

"Hey!" Dean shouted, immediately getting Sam's attention. "I'm gonna get you down, but you gotta help me out here; you have to stay awake, alright? You gotta stay with me, Sammy."

"O-okay. S-s'ry."

"It's alright, kiddo."

"It h-hurts, Dean."

"I know and I'm getting you down. You're gonna get down, get back into the nice comfortable bed and the docs will pump you full with a cocktail of drugs."

A ghost of a smile crept on Sam's face, bringing a smile to Dean's face as well. Dean quickly and carefully began cutting the rope from the hook, because his Sasquatch of a brother was too heavy to lift up. When it finally separated, Sam collapsed onto Dean's shoulder, causing his brother to carry him in a fireman's hold.

"Ugh, you gotta lay off the salad, Sammy."

"Shut…up…jerk."

"Bitch," Dean chuckled, glad that Sam still had his sense of humor in this dour situation. He cradled his brother's head as he gently lowered him down against the wall with caution. He didn't want to cause Sam any more pain then he was already in. With careful attentiveness, he cut the ropes off Sam's raw wrist and ankles.

He, then, cupped Sam's face in his hand and studied him carefully. He grimaced in sympathy, rubbing Sam's cheek with his thumb. Sam flinched and tensed up a little, probably thinking it was the demon and not Dean. He really hoped the bastard didn't traumatize his little brother.

"I gotcha kiddo. You're gonna be alright, champ."

Sam nodded slowly, recognizing his brother's voice. "T-tired, De."

"Just stay awake for a while longer so I can get you back into the bed, alright?"

"Mmhm."

With much grunting and swearing, from Dean mostly, he had Sam back in the hospital and tucked in protectively. The kid was asleep before his head even hit the pillow. Dean smiled, but it faded. He hoped the doctor wouldn't see these injuries or they'd be screwed. How were they gonna explain this? He sighed and smoothed out Sam's bangs before turning to his father.

"I'm gonna ask you one last time! Who gave you these orders?"

"Fine! Won't do him much harm anyways. My orders are from the Demon…THE Demon. The one you've been looking for, yes? The YED wants you and Dean dead, but Sammy for his own."

"Why?"

The demon cackled and before John could finish the exorcism, black smoke shot out of the nurse's mouth with a booming scream. John stepped back and watched the smoke spill onto the concrete and disappear.

The older Winchesters breathed heavily, standing in absolute silence for a moment.

"Dad…"

"I know, Dean. We're gonna get the evil son of a bitch…" then he looked at Dean's face wearily. "But, right now Sammy's more important."

Dean nodded and heaved a sigh. It's about time you care more about your son. The two looked at the slumbering Sam, who was looking worse for wear, but at least he was safe. It was over…for now.

TBC

YAYY the demon is gone, but not the YED, ooh that guy makes me so mad! Sooooo, a couple of notes:

"Surge sentire inferno."- Mean's get ready to feel hell. If I'm wrong, blame Google translate.

On another note:

"This was going to be so much fun." Reminded me a lot of the part where Cas (Leviathan Cas) said "This is gonna be so much fun," when the Leviathans where starting to come out. Do you remember that? At that part I realized how much Misha Collins was so hot!