Supernatural – Broken

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

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

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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.

With each heartbeat, another second of time passes...

Sam moaned and tried to push the cobwebs away from his face, he felt the stickiness of the cocoon of webs covering his body. His breath caught in his throat and he tried to clear his mind, calm himself down and to try to work out where he was. Was he anywhere at all?

'Dean?' He could hear his own voice clearly in his head, but his throat remained frozen unable to expel any sound at all. 'Dean.' Panic rose in his chest fighting for equal footing in his lungs with the multitude of micro-organisms and sea urchins for domination of his lungs. He could hear the gurgling of blood loose in his body, 'damn is this dying? It is so fucked, Dean please help me.'

Eyes wide open, blinking furiously he tried to focus on his surroundings, but all he could see was a milky whiteness, as the fogginess cleared his saw Dean's body lying atop of an altar. His face to the side, eyes open, but dead, eviscerated from sternum to groin, his internal organs exposed, still glistening and wet but where his heart once beat proudly a gapping wound. Laughter filled the silence echoing through the empty alcove, patterns etched in blood decorated the walls surrounding the altar, dripping carelessly to the floor distorting images so carefully placed and drawn in perfect detail. Flashes of light turning the milky whiteness to thick crimson fog, staining pale skin on contact.

Convulsive jerking brought awareness instantly and Sam screamed hoarsely hands flailing in the air, a warm hand gripped his calming him instantly. He blinked and turned his head slowly, allowing his eyes to refocus this time without hindrance.

'Hey Sammy calm down its okay,' Dean soothed his traumatised younger brother; he gently stroked Sam's forehead and cheek in feather-light movements. 'You're going to be fine.'

'Dean?' Sam whispered gripping Dean's fingers tightly squeezing, 'not a trick?'

'No Dude fingers you're gonna wreck my driving hand.' Dean tried to prise his hand from the vice like grip surrounding it.

'Where?'

'Still at Hotel De Demon,' Dean said with a wry grin, 'it's good to see you awake finally Sammy; I thought that you might sleep your life away.'

'My side?' Sam frowned his fingers moving over the now healed bullet wound.

'Ah fixed.' Dean said his grin slipping slightly.

Sam's fingers moved to Dean's face and gently ghosted the tips over his cheek, 'you're face?'

'It's okay Sammy, I'm fine.'

'Dean please tell me.' Sam gasped out as he tried to ease himself up slightly, 'hurts to breath.'

'Okay Dude here we go.' Dean said as he slipped his arms under Sam's arms and guided him upright, 'better?'

'Yeah, thanks.' Sam mumbled exhaling as struggled to get his control of breathing back to where he wanted it. 'Dean what happened?'

'Seems like Demonic Daddy Dearest was a wee bit upset when he came in and saw you dying all over the place and well when he saw my face ... my face ... all sliced up he kinda fixed us.'

'Fixed us?' Sam blinked and stared at his brother, sea-green eyes staring deep into olive-green eyes, holding the essence of time in that one brief second.

'Yeah not too sure what he did but one minute you were ready to go wherever it is you go to and me with my face all ripped to pieces, my face Sammy.'

'What did he want in return?' Sam demanded, like a dog worrying on a bone he was not going to let it go until he chewed over every miniscule part of it. 'Talk to me Dean.'

'Deal.' Dean coughed as he stood and turned his back on Sam, pretending to busy himself making a coffee. 'Freaking instant coffee Dude, the bastard can't even give us real coffee.'

'Instant's fine Dean, what do you mean a deal?'

'Dunno.'

'Dean.'

'Honestly I dunno.'

'Talk to me dude, you're starting to worry me.'

Dean heaved a sigh and turned to face Sam, 'like I said Sammy I don't know, he made me agree to a deal but won't tell me what it is, just that he will collect one day.'

'Dean! Why?'

'Coz I was not going to lose you Sam.' Dean said voice thick with emotion, he turned back to finish their coffees. 'I am not going to lose anyone else.' He muttered more to himself than to Sam.

'But how can you agree to a deal that you have no idea what it is for? That's suicide Dean.'

'I did what I had to Sam,' Dean growled, 'and ya know what? I would do it over again and again if it meant that I could have you here with me arguing your freaky head off.'

'Thanks.' Sam said simply dropping his gaze.

Dean opened his mouth to keep arguing when he realised what Sam had said, 'Sammy you okay?'

'Yeah just tired I guess,' Sam mumbled now unable to meet Dean's gaze.

'Coffee.' Dean muttered pressing the mug in Sam's hand before sitting on the edge of the narrow bed own drink in hand. 'So Sammy what's going on in that freaky head of yours?'

'What? What do you mean?' Sam spluttered as he sipped his coffee.

'You were acting like you ... you had a vision didn't you?' Dean asked his brows bunching together in worry lines, 'Sam what's wrong?'

'You called me Sam!' Sam blinked back mock tears. 'Oh Dean!'

'Quit the crap and the stalling, talk Sammmmy!'

'Yeah okay I had a weird vision.'

'Hate to break it to you Dude but nearly all of your visions are weird.'

'Yeah well this one as about you.' Sam hissed out the words before he could stop himself, instantly regretting it when he saw Dean freeze in the act of sipping his coffee. His dark green eyes turned a dark almost black forest green as he regarded Sam's face with an even glare. Unsure whether to feel relief or absolute terror. 'So, was she beautiful?'

'There were no she's Dean.'

'Oh no, no, no don't tell me...'

'No Dean you were the only one in the vision.' Sam said with a small smile playing on his lips. Dean heaved a sigh of relief and finished sipping his coffee.

'So Sam whatcha see?'

'You were ah ... lying on some sort of an altar.' Sam faltered over his words unsure of how much to tell Dean.

'And? Damn Sam it's like pulling teeth with you, just tell me so we can stop it from happening.'

'You were lying on an altar, someone slit you open from the top of your ribs to your groin, exposing everything, and they had removed your heart.' Sam took a shaking fluid-filled breath, 'on the walls surrounding the altar there were symbols in blood.'

'Anyone else?'

'Nope just your body.'

'Fuck.'

'Dean do you think that it has something to do with the deal you made?' Sam asked fear replacing the confusion in him.

'Dunno Dude but I think we had better get things back to our way before it all goes south ... I am rather attached to my heart.'

'Yeah well it wasn't that pretty Dean seeing you with all of your inner bits showing.' Sam wrinkled his nose and concentrated on his drink for a few elongated seconds. 'Dean?'

'Yeah?'

'Why Dad?' Sam rolled his eyes to meet Dean's enquiring gaze, 'I mean why choose Dad's face over anyone else's? Why does it have to be Dad all of the time?'

'Dunno, maybe it's just that they are too stupid to be able to conjure anyone else, that Dad is the only one they can copy coz he's the one that they know.' Dean shrugged, 'or maybe it's just coz they love screwing with our heads.'

'I think that's the reason why.' Sam agreed, 'I'm sorry Dean.'

'What for now Sam? Or is this just a blanket apology for your future mucking up?'

'I'm sorry for fucking up Dean.' Sam whispered suddenly concentrating on a tiny spider weaving a new web in the corner of the room, 'if I hadn't panicked and thought things through I would have realised that it wasn't you in the first place.'

'Dude stop we got lured and snared that's it, no one is to blame here, well except for one fugly dude who won't show his true face.'

'Now is that anyway to speak of your father?' the familiar baritone voice startled the brothers as the demon version of their father appeared. 'I thought you boys loved me.' he sighed dramatically.

'Yeah well anyone who knows our Dad would know that he doesn't carry on and talk like that.' Dean said placing himself between the demon and Sam. 'So what now? Come to collect?'

'Nope not yet, just visiting my precious sons to see how they are healing.'

'We're fine now if you don't mind...' Dean's voice faded before he could finish his retort as a gag appeared across his mouth sealing it closed. With a wave of his fingers the demon lifted the older brother up and left him literally hanging in the air. 'Now Sam I think it is time we talk.'

'Let Dean go now.' Sam growled out, 'let him go or we don't do anything.'

'You boys truly want to vex me don't you.' The demon sighed dramatically waving his hand he sent Dean plummeting to the floor, winded and in pain Dean lay where he landed. 'Happy now?'

'What do you want?'

'Why do you two want to know everything?' the demon pouted, 'oh alright, the usual things, world domination, revenge, power, the two of you my puppets.' He ticked them off his fingers as he listed them. 'To begin with that is.'

'What do you want with us?' Sam asked unable to pull his gaze away from his fallen brother he failed to see what the demon was doing in front of him.

Sam gasped and cried out, 'Dean?' reaching out he tried to touch Dean when his brother disappeared. 'No! Dean!'

TBC