Hi! So this chapter will have more affects of what was in the needle put into Dean, and what it will ultimately do to the brothers. I hope it will shock you!
Sam paced the floor angrily, casting nervous glances at the door as he passed it each time, a flurry of fear in his stomach making him feel sick. He breathed out a ragged, nervy breath, clenching his fingers into his palms, digging the nails into his flesh, not caring whether he bled or not.
He sighed and rubbed his eyes, before sitting down in the corner.
He had no idea what was happening to Dean, he desperately wanted to go to him, but the door was locked, and he had already tried to break it down a few times, without managing to get through.
He knew Dean was in big trouble, that whatever was in that needle was starting to affect him; he really wanted to find him, to stave off whatever was happening to him.
In his panic and fear he rubbed his eyes with the balls of his hands, watching the brightly coloured sparks of light erupt behind his eyes. He was worried sick about his big brother; he just wanted to help him.
Beside him, he suddenly heard the high pitched whirring sound which he instantly recognised as white noise erupt from a small device next to him. He picked the walkie talkie up and turned it over, pressing the on button with his palm as he went.
'Hello?' he asked cautiously, looking around. There was no answer, just more static.
He sighed angrily and dropped the device, the plastic banging on the floor and making him jump.
Suddenly, another noise fell to his senses, and he looked up as Sarah began to speak to him.
'Hello Sam. I expect your wondering where you are. Well, I'll tell you this- your brother is somewhere outside this door and he is in big trouble, he could die Sam-so I mean big trouble. Your the only one who can save him from his gruesome demise, you have to help him!' she said, her voice once again lifting to show feigned worry for the hunter's safety.
'What have you done to my brother?' Sam yelled, standing up and running to the door, wrenching the handle and finding it open easily in his grasp.
'What the hell...' he muttered, but he didn't look back. He stepped through the door and walked into the corridor, determined on helping Dean- no way was he going to die, he just wouldn't let it happen...
Dean made his way stealthily but cautiously down the dimly lit corridor, arms against the walls to steady himself. His legs were still shaking, making it hard for him to walk, and his hands and feet still felt like they had been dipped in water then frozen.
He wiped his face, noting with slight concern that the sweat was pouring off him, saturating his back.
's-Sammy...' he muttered, a thrill of panic filling his body when his eyesight went blurry again.
He wiped his eyes, blinking a few times.
He stopped short when he heard a long burst of laughter ring through the corridor behind him. He swung around, looking for the person who had laughed. It had been high pitched, but not humorous, filling Dean with strangely placed fear.
His eyes shot forwards, swivelling from left to right, but, when he had satisfied himself that whatever laughed had gone, he turned, and began walking back the way he had come.
He stopped with a gasp when he heard it again, getting closer this time, as if it laughing straight into his ear.
His head shot sideways, his heartbeat beating furiously in his chest, the beats even reverberating in his ears.
Seconds later the manic laughter stopped, the silence now ringing in his ears as he hurried down the corridor, determined to get away from whatever was laughing at him.
His legs wobbled and he overbalanced, falling to his knees with a gasp of pain, feeling nausea once again rise from his throat.
The laugh was back, stronger and deeper, bouncing around the room like a drum.
'Leave me alone!' he yelled, putting his hands over his ears, clenching his eyes shut. This was scaring the hell out of him, and he had no idea why.
'Sammy!' he yelped, fearing for his brother. He had to help him, there was no way he was going to let Sam get hurt, and he had to get over his own problems to find him...
'Sammy!' he yelled again, hands still over his ears to shut out the maniacal laughing.
Sam moved down the corridor, looking to his left and right, hoping to catch a glimpse of his brother, but finding no trace of him.
His nerves were jangling in his system, fear filling his very being as he searched for Dean.
He stopped when he heard a distant shout, but he couldn't make the words out.
'Dean?' he called into the silence, listening out for his brother.
He began to walk faster, still looking everywhere for traps and booby-traps, he couldn't imagine there wouldn't be any, but he hoped to god that there wasn't any.
He stopped abruptly when he kicked something hard on the floor, the young hunter stooping and picking up the object. He turned it up to the light and felt his stomach drop.
It was a knife.
What was going on? Sam didn't have an answer for that question right now, but he palmed the knife and continued walking, the blade somehow giving him strength, giving him the courage to carry on.
Seconds later he stopped once more. He was sure he heard the ending if his name being called, could swear it was Dean who had shouted out.
'Dean? I'm coming Dean!' he yelled, before taking off at a run down the corridor.
Dean never heard his brother shout out; he was too preoccupied with his own demons. He was curled in a ball, shaking and gasping for breath, eyes still clenched shut as he heard the laughing continue around him, coming in closer, then going out again, before getting louder and pressing into his ears.
'Leave me alone...' he muttered, tucking his knees up into his chest.
Then, before his very eyes, a huge black mass appeared before him, glistening red eyes shining from the shrouded background, a mouth laced with razor sharp teeth flashing in the only available light.
'Your brother's going to die Dean...I'm going to pick the flesh off his bones...' the shape grinned.
Dean's green eyes widened in anger, and he groaned as he sat up, his arms and legs shaking uncontrollably, his heart rate beating at an unnaturally fast pace.
'You leave my brother a-alone y-you son of a bitch!' he growled venomously, struggling to sit up, holding the wall for support.
'but Dean...he tastes so good...so fresh and young...I'm going to enjoy peeling his skin from his pretty face...'the black mass teased with an airy tone of lust, before it ran it's tongue across his teeth, slapping his lips together.
'No...Not Sammy...' Dean moaned, and then with a groan of pain and determination he got up, stumbling down the corridor, away from the now laughing black mass, which slowly faded into the wall.
Dean continued to judder round the corridor, until he stopped, looking down at the object which he had just trodden on.
He picked up the knife, turning it over in his hand to inspect the blade. No one could hurt Sam now-he would kill them before they did.
He palmed the knife and made his way down the corridor, trying to ignore the pain in his head as it burst into life again.
Sam came to a standstill as he heard footsteps coming down the corridor towards him. He instinctively flattened himself against the wall, knife ready to defend himself.
He saw a figure stumble down the corridor coming towards him, but he couldn't see his face.
Suddenly, he recognised the jacket; the walk-it was Dean.
'Dean?' Sam breathed out, walking out from his hideout, walking towards his brother with a relieved smile on his face.
Dean, however, didn't share the same sentiments. He gasped as he saw the black mass walk towards him, but he was soon ready with the knife, throwing his arm forwards in a cutting motion, cursing as the black mass jumped back.
'Dean what are you doing? It's me! Sam! Put the knife down!' Sam said, confusion running through his body.
'You won't get Sam-I'll kill every one of you first!' Dean promised, bringing his hand back before releasing the knife again, aimed at the black mass's head.
'WHOA! Dean calm down, it's me! Please put the knife down dude-it's me!' Sam shouted, reluctantly raising his own knife before he dodged Dean's potentially killer blow.
'You won't get Sam!' Dean yelled, before running forwards and punching Sam in the face, his dazed brother falling to the floor, stunned.
'Please dude, I'm begging you-it's me, it's really me!' Sam said, throwing himself at his brother and taking his shoulder's, shaking them slightly to try and make him see. What was wrong with him? Surely he could see that it was him?
Dean threw off his hands before pushing him to the floor. Seconds later, he straddled the black mass and plunged his blade into his shoulder, smiling as the metal sunk into its flesh, blood pouring from the wound, flowing over his hand.
'ARGHHH! Dean stop! Please!' Sam yelled, clenching his eyes shut and throwing his head back. He kicked Dean off him, the older hunter hitting his head on the floor as he fell.
He sat up, dazed, shaking his head.
He spotted Sam next to him, holding on to his shoulder, blood pouring from a wound.
He looked around, looking for the son of a bitch who had done that to his brother. He ran to Sam's side and fell to his knees beside him.
'Hey, hey it's ok Sammy...put pressure on it...' he muttered, ripping off his jacket, folding it and pressing it into Sam's bubbling wound. Sam winced and shook his head, trying to bat Dean away.
'Get away...why did you do it?' he managed to gasp out, looking at Dean with imploring eyes.
Dean stared back, shocked. He didn't do it. Why would Sam say that he did?
'I didn't do it Sammy, we have to get out, you need help-'
'Leave me alone-a-arghhh...'Sam gasped out, before he grabbed his shoulder, other hand curling into Dean's shoulder. Dean wasn't in his right mind; he couldn't have done this on purpose...
Dean choked back a cry. 'HELP! WE NEED HELP! PLEASE!' he yelled, knowing with anger and frustration that no help would come, that they were on their own...
'come on Sammy, it's ok, just stem the bleeding...DAMN IT!' he yelled at the ceiling, before pulling Sam close, not noticing Sam pull back slightly before settling into his arms.
'I'll get you out of this Sam, I promise...you'll see' he promised, rubbing Sam's back, making sure he had a hand over Sam's wound to keep extra pressure on the bleeding.
'You'll see...'
So, were you shocked?
Next chapter will have more games for the boys, and what will happen to Sam?
If you have any suggestions for games, I'd love to hear them!
Thank you for reading and please review!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter!