Sam woke up with a groan, blinking out the blood that had run into his eyes.
He straightened up, looking down as he found he couldn't move very well. He saw that he had thick rope surrounding his stomach and chest, tethering him to the chair.
'Dean?' he asked, struggling against his bonds, wincing as pain shot through his arms, a result of the car crash he had been in before.
His eyes searched desperately for his brother, but he couldn't see him at all.
'Dean!' he said louder, trying to twist around in his seat. There was a groan behind him, Dean answering him after a groan. 'Sammy? Are you ok?' he muttered, trying to look behind him to see if Sam was alright.
Before Sam could answer, the door at the end of the room opened.
Two men came through the door, wearing suits and ties, and dark glasses covering their eyes.
'Oh look it's the Men in Black!' Dean smiled; the brother's watching them approach.
'You will be silent unless you are spoken to' one of them men said.
Dean's face darkened. 'Make me' he spat.
The man obliged, back handing Dean across the face, the hunter flinging his head back with a groan.
'I will make you, as you asked so nicely' the man smiled, before stepping back with his crony and standing in silence.
Sam turned his head to try and see his brother, but couldn't quite manage it.
The two men then advanced on the brothers, taking lots of little round things out of their jacket pockets.
'What are they?' Sam asked, frowning as one of the men pulled his shirt right up and attached the circular things to his stomach and chest.
Dean froze as the other one did the same to him, also attaching them to his forehead and arms.
'What the hell are you doing?' repeated Sam, getting angry now-what the hell was happening?
Before the men could answer, the door opened with a snap, another figure stepped into the room.
As soon as the figure started to walk towards them, Dean realised that they were facing something they hadn't faced before.
The click-clacking of high heels snapped on the floor, and as the figure approached, Sam and Dean could see her better.
She was a woman of about thirty years old, with short cropped blond hair. She wore red high heels atop blue skinny jeans. A long white doctor's coat hid a ruffled purple top, red lipstick finishing off her look.
'Hi Boys...I don't expect you know who I am, do you?' she purred, looking from one brother to the other.
'Lady, if I did, we would have had fun times before tonight!' Dean smiled, eyeing up the woman's rear, and man did she have a good one.
'Shut up, I wasn't speaking to you' she snapped, turning to her cronies.
'We've got work to do' she muttered, before sitting at a desk and getting out a box.
She cleared her throat. 'Sam, Dean, you'll know who I am soon enough, but I want to let you both in on a little secret- you wont soon forget me!' she smiled, hooking something through the box.
'Look lady, I don't know what the hell you're doing, but if you let us go we can ta-ARGHHH!' Dean yelled in pain, his whole body stiffening up, clenching his entire body in a rigid motion.
Moments later it stopped. 'Dean Dean Dean. Don't speak-the electric shocks will stop you!' the woman grinned, before looking at Sam and pushing a button on the desk.
Sam yelled in pain, throwing his head back, clenching his fists as the electric current tore through his body, paralysing every muscle and fibre.
'Sammy! Stop it you bitch!' Dean shouted, desperately trying to turn his head to see his brother.
Sam let out a garbled yell, and then relaxed back in his chair with a shout as the electric shock was turned off.
'Who the hell are you?' Dean yelled angrily, fixing the woman a Death glare.
She sucked her bottom, red-lined lip into his mouth, before widening her eyes and looking at the oldest Winchester.
'You've heard of me' she said with a smile, one Dean would have found cute in other circumstances.
'What the hell does that mean?' he asked, still trying to crane his neck to see Sam.
Sam had his head bowed, eyes half shut, just trying to breath in a regulated way.
'You knew my brother, put it that way...' she said, before standing up, and walking to where Sam was recovering.
'Oh poor baby...' she whispered, pushing Sam's head back with a manicured finger.
Sam's head lolled backwards, before he regained control and looked at her through confused eyes.
'Feel better?' she smiled, before leaning in and kissing the youngest Winchester on the cheek, laughing as she brought her head back.
'Who was your brother?' Dean spat, eyeing up the woman's cronies, wary of what they would do if he kept talking out of line.
The woman's face ghosted over with a frown, before she smiled serenely at him.
'My brother was such a lovely man. He was two years younger than me, and we spent most of our time together, playing games, making jokes, until some bastard decided to fire bomb our family home. The flames were high; the heat immense, none of us could get out. Our father tried in vain to save us, but he perished long before he could reach us. I was the oldest, I couldn't reach anyone. Despite the choking flames I searched that damn house, but I had to get out, in the end I jumped out the bedroom window.
The sounds of my little brothers and my mother screaming as they burnt will forever haunt my dreams.' She said, her voice tailing off as she bit her lip.
Sam looked at the woman, the cogs whirring, his heart dropping by each sentence. He knew who she was talking about...
His face was peppered with small scars, across his face and down his neck, with huge expanses of pale, whiter skin covering the side of his face, running next to the scars down his neck. Sam looked in morbid fascination as the man smiled; the skin of his lips a mottled white, blending in with the rest of the skin of his face.
'Trunky want a bun?' the man smiled, nodding at Sam's curious expression.
'Oh my god...'He muttered, trying to turn to Dean, wondering if his brother had come to the same conclusion.
'Son of a bitch...' he heard his brother breathe out.
'You can imagine my surprise when I found out Chris was alive and well, and-killing people, it would seem!' she laughed, eyes lighting up at humour only she found.
' I found his little game book, after he died, and after reading through it, I found a very interesting pair of gamers-Sam and Dean Winchester!' she grinned, before flicking the button on her desk, sending both the brother's into the clasps of agonising paralysis once more, screwing their eyes shut, groaning in pain.
'You killed him, and my nephew and his friend-well, they didn't stand much of a chance, did they?' she said, no longer smiling.
'A woman can do a better job.' She said with a sickening finality that struck horror into the brother's hearts.
'This is a competition only I can win-And I'm going to enjoy it!' she smiled, before nodding at the two suited men, who had stood by her side, not saying a word.
The men nodded and took off the circular pads from the Winchesters, and putting them back inside their jacket pockets.
'What are you going to do?' spat Dean. 'You can't do anything worse than your twisted family have already done!' he sneered.
The woman smiled, showing her pristine, white teeth. 'Darling, I'm Sarah Johnson-I can do much better than them!' she smiled, before nodding to her henchmen one last time.
They both cut the brother's bonds and dragged them bodily out of their seats, holding them tightly in a death grip so there was no way to escape.
'Don't do this! Your family were psychos' -don't be like them!' Sam yelped out.
Sarah smiled and took Sam's chin in her hand, bringing her face to his, looking deep into his eyes.
'You thought the rest of my family were crazy- wait till you see my imagination!' she grinned, before releasing Sam and nodding her head at the door.
'Take them away-the first test is in the morning!' she smiled, before standing to watch Sam and Dean being dragged from the room yelling and shouting.
They had no idea what was going to be happening in the morning...
I hope you like the new villain, something different for the boys to face!
What will happen in the morning? Find out in the next chapter!
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