Hi! I am really sorry this has taken so long to update, Christmas time is very busy!
Anyway, I hope this extra long chapter will make up for the absence!
The idea of 'needles' came from Mzzmarie, so I hope you like it!
Enjoy!
Sam pounded his fists on the wall and growled in anger as the large metal door was shut and locked behind them. The brother's found themselves in a large circular room, bare of everything accept a single line of light bulbs that were swinging on the ceiling above them. After some of his energy was part-spent, Sam turned to face his brother, his face pale.
'So what do we do now?' Sam asked the obvious question, looking at his brother with wide eyes, hoping for a decent answer.
Dean, however, shrugged and blew air out of his cheeks. 'Honestly Sam? I have no idea; I don't know why this keeps happening to us. What the hell have we done now? We should emigrate Sammy, move to Gibraltar or something!' Dean gave a small smile, which was returned by Sam.
'Do you even know where that is?' he muttered.
Dean looked affronted. 'That is not the point Sam!' he smiled, before turning serious and looking around.
'Looks like we have another crazy to outwit Sammy! We're getting good at it now...maybe we've reached the high score already!' he said, winking at his brother, trying to give him some comfort, even though he knew it wasn't helping very much.
'I expect so...' Sam murmured, putting his hands on his hips and walking around the room, trying to see if there was a way out.
Both brothers's jumped as a voice rang out in the room beside them, even though they could see no one else in the room.
'Hello boys. Time for your first little test-I am a scientist by profession, dealing with toxins and chemistry, so be aware of that...I don't need to use brute force to hurt you!' there was a small little lift in her voice, as if she was enjoying what she was saying.
Dean gave same a look out of the corner of his eye, looking at his panic stricken brother.
'Listen lady-just tell us what you want!' he said, angry now. He had promised himself that he would never let Sam get hurt like this again, and he was intending to stick to it.
'Oh come now, that wouldn't be sporting!' she said, her feminine voice contrasting on the cold stone walls of their prison.
'In a few moments you will be joined by some of my friends, and they will get you set up, then I will explain your game for you' she said, before her voice crackled and silence fell about the room.
Before Sam could even turn to his brother two men burst into the room, each of them walking towards one of the Winchesters.
One of the brutes grabbed Sam's shoulder, but Dean ran in front of him and threw it off.
'Keep your hands of my brother you son of a bitch! Whatever your gonna do, do it to me!' he growled, glaring at the man.
The man deftly backhanded Dean in the face, sending him tumbling to the floor, before grabbing Sam once more and forcing him to the back wall, which had a kind of indent in the stone, something Sam hadn't been aware of before.
The man reached into his pockets, one incredibly strong hand holding down the tall, struggling Sam, before pulling out a length of chain. With surprisingly quick and agile fingers, he attached Sam to the wall and pulled the chain tight.
'Let me go!' Sam growled out, but the man punched him in the face, sending his head spinning to the side.
'Let go of my brother!' Dean shouted out, and the man turned down to see the eldest Winchester being restrained by his cronies, struggling like a kitten, fighting like a lion.
'I SAID LET HIM GO!' Dean roared, before he was literally dragged back to the wall and tied to it by an identical length of chain.
'What the hell do you think you are doing?' Dean spat, struggling ever harder as he glared at the man.
'Preparing you for your test!' he sneered, with a small sadistic smile playing on his features.
The man who had tied Sam up reached down and pulled something from the floor, a kind of rack, filled with needles that were full of different coloured liquid.
Sam regarded the scene with complete panic, his face draining of all colour.
'What the hell is that?' he managed to gasp out, still staring at the apparatus in front of them.
The man said nothing, he merely smiled, then nodded his head at the door, and then he and his friend walked out of it, slamming it shut behind them.
'Dean...' Sam said, looking across the room to where his brother was tied up.
'Yup?'
'What do we do now?'
'I have no idea'
'Great. Perfect. Thanks Dean...just what I wanted to hear...' Sam muttered, before cursing himself. They shouldn't be arguing.
'Sorry Sammy-I'm a little tied up at the moment!'
Sam snorted a little at his brother's stab at humour, but his heart sunk even more when he cast another look at the rack of needles in the middle of them both.
'What do you reckon there for?'
'Sam I don't know. Stop asking questions' Dean snapped, looking around for a way out, and finding nothing.
Seconds later the woman's voice came back on, floating around the room like an evil butterfly.
'I trust you boys are comfy? Good, then we'll begin!' she said, as if she was addressing children for story-time.
'What you have in front of you is a rack of needles. In those needles are various poisons, toxins, agents and general nasty stuff. All you need to do is get out of range of the needles before they hit you! Sounds simple, doesn't it?' her voice hung in the air like cloudy smog as Sam and Dean looked at each other in horror.
The chain you have has a surprising amount of give in it, but you boys are attached to each other. The rack will travel to Dean first, inserting the needles into the flesh and releasing the deadly foray of toxins into his system, killing him almost simultaneously. Then it will travel to Sam, doing the same. The only way you can survive is to work as a team...but can you do it before the time runs out?' she laughed airily for a few seconds.
Sam and Dean looked at each other, before casting yet another look at the rack of needles.
'Now, I know you boys can do this easily, yes? So I shall make it harder for you! You'll both be doing this...in the dark! You won't be able to see a thing! Is your communication skills up to scratch?
You have thirty minutes; your time starts...NOW!'
The lights went out en mass, plunging the boys into darkness.
On the wall a digital clock flickered on, proclaiming that the brother's now had 30.55 minutes to save themselves from their impending deaths.
'Sammy!' Dean yelped out, walking forwards little, arms raised.
As soon as Dean did, Sam heard the whirring, squeaking sounds of wheels being turned, heading away from him.
'Oh my god, DEAN!' he yelled, lunging forwards, arms also raised as well.
Dean stopped as soon as he heard Sam cry out, and he too heard the turning of the wheels.
But the heavy wheels weren't coming towards him anymore...
'Sammy you're bringing it towards you!' he cried out, eyes open wide in the darkness, unable to see a thing.
'Damn I wish I was a bat!' he yelled in frustration.
'STAY STILL SAM!' he ordered.
'I have' came his reply. Seconds later, they both heard the heavy wheels begin to head for Dean once more.
'Dean it's coming to you!'
'Yeah I can hear...' Dean muttered with resounding dread in his voice.
Sam gave a small cry then walked forwards once more, his heavy footfalls alerting Dean to his brother's plan.
'No Sam! Don't walk forwards, it'll come to you!'
'That's the point. It won't come any further to you if I don't let it!'
'But it might turn on you instead!' Dean gasped, looking around and running hands through his hair, trying desperately to catch a glimpse of his brother, to see if he was alright.
'Just shut up and stay still!' Sam muttered, hearing the wheels come to a stop.
He did a mental calculation in his head, his heart lifting like a bird as he solved the puzzle.
'Dean, we can beat it! It's gonna be close, but I think we can!'
'Do explain' Dean muttered, before he jumped slightly; the rack of needles on wheels were trundling towards him once more.
'No time to explain-just stay still!' Sam instructed, and he confidently stepped forwards into the darkness, smiling slightly as the wheels stopped, then began to move towards him again.
'Sammy...'
'I know what I'm doing.' Said Sam, before standing still. The path of the needles was instructed to go to Dean first, so it wouldn't go near him any more than it was at the moment, which gave him an advantage. If it would only go a few centimetres towards him, then head back to Dean-he could follow it.
He heard the wheels turn once more to Dean, and head back towards his big brother, who was bristling and shaking with panic.
Dean heard the wheels coming towards him with a sinking feeling, but moments later the wheels stopped, then headed backwards again, Dean hearing Sam moving forwards, then stopping, then, as it came back to him, Sam beginning to move forwards again, each time getting a little closer.
'You're still bringing it to me!' Dean muttered, the sound of heavy wheels filling his heart as well as his ears.
'I said it was gonna be close...' Sam muttered with an apologetic note to his voice.
Dean took a deep breath as he heard the wheels stop once more, and then head back, then towards him again.
'Hold out your hand Dean...' Sam instructed, flinging out his own hand. Dean did, and was grateful for the cold hand that was thrust into his palm, Sam's hand shaking with fear.
'Your close now' Dean breathed, smiling at his little brother's bravery, even though he couldn't see.
'Yep...now get back as far against the wall as you can!' Sam muttered, reluctantly letting go of his brother's hand.
Dean did as he was told, pressing his back against the cold stone, making him shiver.
Sam stopped for what he hoped was the last time, and then heard the wheels travelling forward once more.
Both Sam and Dean blinked in surprise as sudden light engulfed them, making them rub their eyes in a panic.
Before Sam could even open his eyes again the rack of needles shot forward the last few centimetres, one of them needles pressing into Dean's shirt and stomach, the back of the rack pushing forward as an automatic plunger, sending potentially lethal liquid into his blood stream.
Dean yelped in pain, before grasping the needle and pulling it out with a gasp of pain.
'Sammy!' he chocked out, falling to his knees.
'Dean!' Sam fell to his own knees beside his big brother, holding his shoulders and pulling him closer.
'Don't do this to me Dean...come on, you can fight it!' he breathed.
'I'm ok Sammy...don't feel no different...' Dean smiled, batting his brother's concerned hands away from him and sitting up with a groan.
Seconds later the lights went out once more, sending the boys into darkness once more, wondering what the hell was going to happen now.
So, what's going to happen to Dean? What was injected into him?
Find out in the next chapter!
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Thanks for reading, and please review!