Supernatural – Broken

Disclaimer: Nothing new, just the usual I love to hurt, torture, kiss and caress the guys before I send em back.

Author's Note: My most heartfelt apologies to those of you who took the time to review and I didn't get a chance to respond in person, I had a real life emergency this week and got side-tracked big time, so a big hug and apology to all of you!!!

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An Adaptation: from Sade Lyrate's Broken, Chapter 53 of Shards, Shreds, Scraps.

He tried to ignore the burn in his back, and-

don'tthinkaboutthat

His legs wouldn't cooperate, his whole body ached, his cell could have been on the Moon instead of mere feet away.

The afterimage of a supernova flared within his skull as he crawled, the gravel biting into the palm of his left hand. A move, another, the pain aggravated by each pull. Short bursts of breath, his head swimming, the siren song of sleep ever stronger.

The familiar form under his fingers sent a quick praise tumbling through his sluggish mind, past bruised lips.

He flopped against the wall on his side, teeth clenching at the spikes the tiles' roughness drove into his nerves, hand clutching the little device like the straw it was. A deep breath, sea urchins within his lungs, and he flipped open the cell, slick fingers slipping over the speed dial.

"This is Dean Winchester. If this is an emergency-"

No.

He sucked in a breath that felt too much like a sob, waited for the recorded message to play out. Prayed Dean'd pick up the damn phone!
Unmistakable beep, mocking him just like his body, lips unfamiliar as he sought to form words, eyes closing as he concentrated on what he knew, what he needed, what he had to do.

Somewhere along the line, he forgot to open them again.

Time, will escape no matter how fast you are...

'Dean?' Sam asked yawning widely.

'Yeah Sam what is it?'

'Nothing just checking to make sure that you're really here.' Sam muffled, another yawn sneaking through.

'Always Sammy.' Dean replied running a hand over Sam's forehead, 'just sleep.'

'Not tired.' Sam said through another yawn, 'why's Dad doing this?'

'Whatcha mean Sam?' Dean asked frowning, not to sure where his brother's mind was.

'Why's he hurting us Dean? We been bad?' Sam mumbled as his eyes slid closed and his breathing evened out.

'Damn it Sam.' Dean cried out frustrated at their situation and how easily they fell into the trap. Neither of them were back on top of their game and now, now, Sam had a gaping hole in his body caused by a creature wearing John Winchester's face.

Scrubbing his hands over his face to wipe away the cobwebs of sleep and fear and checked Sam's back. Thankfully there was no sign of any major infection but it was still probably too early to tell if it starting deep in the tissue and muscle where the bastard demon raked his filthy claws.

'Time to wakey wakey.' Cyril hissed as he opened the door and hovered over the two brothers. 'Get him up and awake, the Master wants to see you.'

'Hey can I ask you something?' Dean grinned coldly, 'why the freaking hell do you guys always call 'em either Master or Father? How come you don't call 'em Bruce or Phil?'

Cyril hissed and snaked a taloned claw out catching Dean's cheek, 'you will show respect human, you are nothing but food here.'

'Yeah well I've been known to make people choke.' Dean shot back pressing a hand to his sliced up cheek.

'Dean?' Sam stirred and blinked up at his older brother, his face paling even more if that was humanly possible when he saw the blood on Dean's face. 'What happened?'

'Get up the Master is waiting.' Cyril hissed before disappearing through the door, locking it loudly behind him.

Dean let out his breath and dropped to his knees cradling his flaming and bleeding cheek. 'This is so fucked.'

'Dean show me.' Sam said ignoring his own body despite the constant reminders that it hurt and demanded attention. Dean was hurt and that overrode anything his body demanded of him. Letting out a hiss of breath Dean lowered his hand giving Sam access to his face. 'Ah Dean I am so sorry, this is all ...'

'Don't say it Sammy. It's not your fault.' Dean said laying a bloody hand on Sam's shoulder to make sure he held his brother's attention, 'we both were suckered Sammy.'

'I have to stitch a couple of them Dean.' Sam said shaking his head slightly.

'Do it Sam I'll be fine,' Dean said hesitantly.

Sam held his breath as he stood; the sea urchins woke in his lungs and forced him to exhale before he was upright. Swaying drunkenly, he could only manage a step before the movement ignited the fuse and caused a pain explosion throughout his body, his back covered in internal flames that licked at each nerve ending sending sparks and embers through his extremities. 'Dean?' he cried out as bubbles of pink foam smeared across his lips, his body now ignoring his wants and needs imploded sending him tumbling to his knees. Striking his head on the corner of the bed Sam crumpled forward, one hand stretched out towards his brother as his eyesight failed and the darkness prevailed.

'Sammy.' Dean cried out rushing to his brother's side, gently rolling him onto his side he checked his airways and pulse and then sat back on his haunches unable to process what had just happened.

'What is going on?' A deep gruff voice broke through Dean's numbness sending the pain signals flooding through his body, choking him.

'Why do you have to wear that face?' Dean asked without looking up.

'Coz I like it,' came the curt reply, 'why have you not come when I summoned the two of you ... I do not tolerate disobedience even from my sons.'

'We are not your sons.' Dean ground out each word as he turned his head to face his tormentor. 'Sam's dying.'

'What do you mean dying?' the demon's eyes flickered with fear and confusion before becoming solid black discs once again.

'I mean that his is bleeding internally, your little playtime inside Sam's bullet wound is killing him.'

'Get him up.'

'I can't!'

'What did you do to your face?'

'Oh Cyril thought that I was too good looking.' Dean tossed the comment at him, 'now leave us alone.'

'Get Samuel up.'

'I can't!' Dean said deliberately turning his back to the demon tired of playing the verbal game. 'He is bleeding internally, look at him, at the blood on his lips, look at him and at your handiwork.'

The demon shoved Dean out of the way and stared down at the younger brother, fluid filled gasps rattled from Sam's chest. 'What is wrong with his breathing?'

'When you decided to play with Sam's internal organs you probably nicked his lung in the process.'

The demon snarled and turned on Dean, 'I would be careful with what comes out of your mouth if I were you Son.'

'You are not my father.' Dean shot back, unable to curb his anger any longer. 'Can you help Sam or not?'

'If I do so ... what will you do for me?' the demon asked changing tact in mid-sentence.

'What the freaking hell do you mean by that?'

'I will save Samuel but there will be conditions.'

'Always with the blackmail and conditions, what is it this time? You want my first-born son ... or ... oh yeah you want me to become a warrior in your unholy war or, or perhaps you want me to talk Sam into staying with you.'

'Suffice it to say, if I save your brother's life then you will owe me, and I will collect at the appropriate time.'

'What the fuck does that mean?'

'It means that you will not know what I want until I collect the debt from you. This is a time limited offer Dean the clock is ticking.'

Dean glared at the demonic face of his father and then turned his gaze down to Sam, his heart skipping beats as he looked back up at the demon. 'Do it.'

TBC