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Sam didn't have any concept of time any more. He didn't even know whether it was morning, afternoon or night time. All he could see was complete and utter darkness.
He felt Dean move beside him, and he looked down, putting out his hand to feel for his brother.
'You ok?' he asked softly, knowing full well he wasn't.
'Yeah I'm good Sammy...quit worrying about me...' said Dean, before he had to shut his eyes to suppress a groan of pain. A wave of burning pain flushed from his wound where the needle hit, causing him to wince. He had no idea what was in that damned needle, but he was going to worry about it just yet, he had to make sure Sammy didn't get nabbed with one too.
Sam rolled his eyes but said nothing. He knew full well that his brother was hurting, but there was nothing he could do to make him admit it.
Suddenly the lights came back on, flooding the Winchester's eyes with stinging rays.
Dean groaned as he stood, feeling his legs shake as he tried to stand straighter. He frowned down at them, before looking back at the door, wondering what was coming next.
The door opened, and through it came the shadowed and blurred figures of two men, Sam presumed they were the men who had orchestrated everything that had happened so far.
One of them grabbed Dean, but he fought back, wrenching himself away and putting his arms up, starting the well rehearsed and practised self defence stance he had learned off his father.
Sam did the same, raising his arms and putting his weight on the heels of his feet.
The men sneered and laughed at them, before they both rushed for the brother's at the same time. Sam connected to his man first, sending a well aimed punch at his face, following up with a swift knee in the stomach, sending the man gasping to the floor.
Dean however, was much slower off the mark, owing his slowness to a sudden flash of pain right behind his eyes, and a fluttering pit of nausea erupted in his chest, making him sink to his knees with an agonised groan.
'DEAN !' roared Sam, before kicking the recovering man in the chest, sending him reeling back to the floor from whence he had just come from.
Sam raced to his brother's side, pulling him around, noting with a thrill of horror Dean's sweaty brow and shaking features.
'Dean?' he muttered, he had no clue what was going on, what was wrong with his big brother.
He never heard the man come up behind him, and it was too late to react by the time he was dragged upright by his hair, before he was whirled into a wall, a volley of punches and kicks raining down on his body.
Dean, upon hearing Sam's shouts and cries of pain, painfully lifted himself to his feet, ignoring the pain flourishing and spreading from his stomach to his chest, his nausea ever rising.
'Sammy...' he groaned, a new thrill of anger erupting in his belly as he saw Sam being viciously punched. He staggered towards them, fist raised, his knuckles colliding with the man's temple, sending him to the floor with a shout of pain.
Sam slid down the wall, blood pouring from his nose, seconds later the other man was upon him, but Dean wasn't finished. He grabbed the man by the shoulder and span him round, before head butting him in the face, smiling at the crack of his nose as the man clapped his hands over his face.
As Dean bent to pull Sam up however, he didn't check behind him-
'DEAN LOOK OUT!' yelled Sam, but it was too late, and seconds later there was sickening sounding crunch. Dean's eyes widened in shock, seconds later he fell into a horrified Sam's lap, the youngest Winchester looking fearfully at the man who wielded the large metal club, now smudged with Dean's blood.
'You son of a bitch!' growled Sam, gently pushing an unconscious Dean off him and squaring up to the man, who raised the baton again.
'Do you think you're hard enough?' the man sneered, before nodding at someone behind Sam's shoulder.
Sam looked round to see the other man pick Dean bodily up and begin to drag him out of the room.
'Let him go! Get off my brother!' Sam roared, running to Dean, but the man who had addressed him earlier grabbed him by the waist and held him back, laughing as Sam struggled and cried out in frustration and Dean was dragged from the room. His brother needed him, there was something in that needle that had done something to him, he knew it. Dean needed him to look after him, he couldn't let them just take him...
He growled in anger at the man as he turned, but he was kicked in the stomach and thrown backwards, hitting his head on the floor, his head bouncing on the hard stone floor.
The last thing he saw before he succumbed to the darkness was the vision of Dean's leg being dragged through the door, accompanied by an evil laugh, before everything turned black...
Dean woke with an agonised groan, opening his eyes slowly. He blinked a few times, trying to get his eyesight to focus, but it didn't seem possible...
'What the hell?' he muttered, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, trying to get them clearer. As he opened them again, he found it was a little better this time, but not by much.
He stood up, but he had to grab the wall for support as his legs started to tremble uncontrollably, his hands and feet felt like ice blocks.
'Damn it!' stuttered Dean, tucking his hands into his armpits but finding no relief. He looked across the room, hoping to spot Sam-what had happened to him anyway?
Before he had fully digested the fact that Sam wasn't in the room with him, a great burst of noise suddenly erupted into the room, causing him to jump out of his skin.
The noise continued, so on shaking limbs he made his way to where he thought it was coming from, spotting a walkie talkie discarded in the corner.
He gingerly picked it up. He had never learnt how to work these damn things, but he guessed there was no time better than the present, so he pressed any button, putting it up to his ear like a phone.
'Hello? S-s-Sammy?' he stammered, feeling sickness spread up his gullet into his throat.
He turned his face to the corner and vomited, sinking to his knees as he retched, coughing and wiping his face.
'Damn it...' he repeated his earlier curse.
He sat still when he heard Sarah's voice rupture into the atmosphere.
'Aww Dean, aren't we feeling too good? Oh well-listen, your little brother is somewhere outside this door and he's in big trouble. He could die Dean, so I mean big trouble! Your the only one who can save him from his gruesome demise, you have to save him!' her voice quavered as if she was worried about the youngest hunter's impending doom.
'If you've hurt my brother!' Dean spat angrily, lurching forwards and grasping the door handle, gasping a little in surprise as it opened without a problem.
He knew it was too easy, and probably didn't mean to be too good, but Dean threw caution to the wind-he had to save his brother, it was always what he had to do, and he wasn't about to stop now.
He staggered forwards, grasping the walkie talkie in his hand, stepping out into the prospective unknown, keeping a look out for his brother.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, a bit of hurt! Dean for a Sunday!
Thank you for reading, and by the way the symptoms that Dean is experiencing does come from a real drug/poison, so bonus points if you can guess what it is! I did my research for this story!
I hope you enjoyed this story, more to come, with what's going to happen to Sam, and what will ultimately happen when the boys finally meet up!
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