Chapter 2

I'm am sooooooo sorry. Literally for the past month and a half it has been project after test after quiz, repeat cycle. It seemed like all the teachers decided to play 'let's throw everything we've got at them!' and all at once threw continuous tests and projects and pop quizzes at us. Not to mention the non-stop orchestra practices, and then the 2 performances too. And then every Tuesday and Thursday, from three to six I was at bowling competitions, which by the time I got home it was almost 7 (because of the damn thruway) I had to study and do my HW. Oh, yea! All of this doesn't even include the normal truckload of homework we get!

Jesus. They said that after midterms it shouldn't be as bad. I think they're lying through their asses.

Anyway, I it seems like my explanations are annual, sorry! So here's chapter 2!
Oh, and as always! Thanks to my amazing reviewers! And of course, big thanks to you, Lilith—I know taking so long has annoyed you a lot! So this chapter is for you!

NOTE: this is Dean torture, NOT Sam torture. Don't worry, I know some of you hate it when its DT, then converted to ST somehow…don't worry. I hate that too. So it's not gonna happen here. You may think it is with somethings said, later, but it is NOT. Ok? NOT!

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Dean awoke to his head feeling really heavy. Like someone had replaced his brain with a 200-pound bowling ball. He let out a groan and let his head turn from side to side, trying to gain back some control.

"Hey, Dean?" came Sam's voice from next to him. His mind automatically braced itself for the mental assault of too many voices again…but nothing happened. He opened his eye slits, thankful that Sam only had the kitchen light behind them on. At this discovery he opened his eyes all the way. He looked up at his baby brother.

"Mmmhi." Dean mumbled out, trying to sit up. Sam was immediately at his aid. Unable to stop Sam, he waited until he was sitting up straight to push him away.

"Mom and dad went back to their room at about 12 AM when you didn't wake up yet. I told them I'd call them as soon as you woke up…" Sam said as he sat on the edge of his own bed. Dean looked at Sam, an almost pleading look in his eye. "…they can wait another hour." Dean gave Sam a thankful look and leaded back against the headboard. "So…Dean….um…"

"What the fuck happened, right?"

"Basically."

"Sam…I—have no fucking idea. I mean, one minute I'm walking out the door and the next I falling over, a million voices screaming at me."

Sam sat up straight "Screaming at you?"
"Well…not screaming. It was just…loud. I mean…I just dunno. Didn't you hear it?" Sam shook his head "And then when you took me back inside…I could hear two of your voices."

Sam froze "What?"

"Well…I don't exactly remember what you were saying-"

"You had been saying we were all talking at once. I was telling you non of us were saying anything."

"—yea, that was it. But your other voice…it was saying something girly." Dean got a ghost of a grin on his face and Sam genuinely smiled. But they bother sobered up immediately.

"Was it saying something like 'Dean, what's going on?' Something along those lines?"

"Yea! Like, almost exactly that."

Sam stared at Dean for a moment. "That's what I was thinking at the time."

Dean's head shot up. "Wait! Are you saying I read your fucking mind??"

"Well, that would seem-"

"No! No fucking way! You're the one with the freaky shinning shit, not me!" Dean cried, standing up, ignoring his pounding headache.

They were both dead silent for a moment "Well, Dean…before you ran out the door, you told mom and dad I'd said something. You mocked how I said you were vulnerable, and then mom and dad looked like they thought you were insane, remember?"

"Yea, I remember that."

"That had been my exact thought right before you yelled at me."

Dean fell back onto the bed, his sitting position mirroring Sam across from him. He ran his hand over his face "Holy fucking shit."

Sam let out a half laugh, half scoff "Yea." Sam paused "Then why isn't it working now?"

Dean shrugged, unknowing, and stared at his hands for a moment, before looking back up at Sam. "Think that's why the demon took me?" he said, coming as close to willingly talking about his abduction as ever.

Sam let out a sigh and looked up at the ceiling. "Probably…but then why-"

"-didn't he take you too?" Dean finished for him. "Yea…fuck." Dean fell back to a lying position on the bed, his feet still touching the floor.

The two brothers jumped at knock on the door. "Sam? Dean? We heard yelling." Came Mary's voice through the door. Sam stood and opened the door for them, Dean sat up.

"We told you to call us as soon as he woke up, Sam." John berated. Sam let out a sigh, and looked to Dean, who nodded.
Time to tell them everything.

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Dean's eyes shot open. A million different images still in his head. He knew that they were John, Mary and Sam's dreams by the feeling he got from each of them. It was strange, but he just knew it was them and their dreams. He recognized the feel, without every having felt it before. This is fucking weird. Dean thought to himself, why did he have to see their dreams too? Now I know how you feel, freak. Dean thought with a soft smile as he looked at his still sleeping baby brother.

Look at him the way he is now, boy. He won't look so unharmed for long.

Dean stopped and clutched his head as a booming voice filled his head.

'What the fuck do you want?' Dean verbally spat.

To hurt your family. The demon giggled

'You're a fucked up fucking bastard.'

Now, now. Language.

'Fuck you, fucker.' Now Dean was just toying with him.

Play games all you want Dean…but I know where you are. I'm going to come. I slit your mother's throat…

'Stop it.'

stab your father's heart…

'Fucking stop!'

and then Sammy…sweet, innocent Sammy. I'm going to fuck him up so bad…and I'm going to make you watch. Dean could practically feel the demon's breath on his ear, as if he were right there, whispering to him.

'You fucking stay the fuck away from them!' Dean screamed in his mind.

He heard a laugh, like a roll of thunder in his head, and the demon was gone. Dean panted from fear and pain for a moment and then, literally, sprung into action.

"Sam!" He shook Sam harshly, before running to his duffel and shoving everything in haphazardly.

"Dean what the fu-"

"Get up!" Dean cried, dropping his stuffed and zipped bag to the floor "Pack your shit, I'll go get mom and dad." Sam didn't move, still looking confused. As Dean reached the door he looked back at Sam "Come on! We have to get out of here, now!"

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Was it worth the wait? I hope so! Sorry again, please review…you can yell at me in them if you want.

Later babes!

-claire