Dean touched Sam's forearm, just making sure he was still conscious, that he hadn't succumbed to the pain. Sam had been silent for quite a while, and Dean couldn't see him very well in the gloominess of the corridor; he had to rely on touch.
Sam sighed weakly and turned slightly, a hiss of pain escaping his lips as he put more pressure on his wound, the blood still freely flowing under his hand.
'Sammy? Wake up man...' he muttered, shifting positioning slightly, hitching Sam up with him, settling his back against his shoulder, always keeping a hand on top of his, making sure the blood didn't flow unnecessarily.
'I'm ok' Sam moaned, closing his eyes against the pain, moving slightly to get more comfortable.
Dean was just about to answer him when there came the sounds of heels running down the corridor before them, and seconds later Sarah Johnson stood before them, her face pale and he features an epitome of worry.
Upon seeing Sam, innate on the floor, she gasped and put both hands to her mouth, before running towards the brother's.
Dean tensed up and put his arms around Sam's waist-he wouldn't let anything happen to him. He stared incredulously as Sarah fell to her knees with a small cry and tried to prise both Dean's and Sam's hands away from Sam's bubbling wound.
She began muttering under her breath, Dean hearing the occasional swearword escape her lips.
Dean kept his hands firmly on Sam's wound, his other hand curling into the back of Sam's shirt; she wasn't going to hurt him anymore, not if he had anything to do with it.
'Leave him alone!' he spat, before he reeled back, blinking furiously as a searing pain erupted behind his eyes. He kept both hands on Sam though, trying to channel his pain away-his problems could come later.
'You're hurt too? Boys! Bring the antidote!' Sarah yelled, leaving Sam and bringing her hand up to place on Dean's forehead, a concerned look on her face.
Dean angrily leaned back, glaring at her. 'Don't touch me you bitch!' he spat.
A fire ignited in Sarah's eyes, but seconds later it was as though a blue sky had cleared it. She smiled serenely at him and instead nodded kindly at him. 'Some people will be along in a minute to help you, don't worry!' she reassured him, before turning back to Sam, whose eyelids where beginning to flutter.
'BOYS HURRY UP!' she yelled at the top of her voice. Seconds later the two suited men who had been helping her came hurrying forwards, one of them carrying a small case, the other carrying a small first aid kit.
'James-Dean needs the antidote now, please administer it!' she ordered, before smiling at Sam, who attempted weakly to move away, clutching his shoulder in pain.
What was this woman doing? Why was she helping them? Surely she enjoyed them being in pain? He just didn't understand any of it.
James knelt down in front of Dean, the older hunter moving away with a growl, making sure he kept both hands on his little brother at all times.
'Relax...' James's voice was soft but strong. He put a hand on Dean's forearm, the searing pain intensifying in his head.
'w-what are y-you doing?' he stuttered out, nausea beginning to rise in his throat again. He wanted to run, to get Sam out of here, to a proper hospital-but he couldn't move. The pain seemed to be sapping all his strength; he knew he wouldn't last much longer if it kept flaring up like this...
'I'm going to put a needle into your arm, so I need you to stay still-'
'You can go to hell!' Dean's reply was sharp, his glare turning up to full blast, oh, if looks could kill...
James gave a small smile, but said nothing; instead he popped open the case that he had set down to his side, and produced a long slender needle, a clear liquid moving around the inside.
'w-what's in it?' asked Dean, before he looked at Sam and what was happening to him; Sam was resting against his shoulder, staying still as Sarah cut his shirt with a pair of scissors. What else could he do? He could hardly move, it was all he could do to stay conscious.
He was brought back to his own predicament by a stinging, splintering pain in his upper arm, and looked sharply round to see James's pull out his needle, before storing it back in his case.
'Ouch' he said, looking down at his little wound. Immediately he began to feel better, a calmness washing over him, his headache and sick feeling leaving him.
'What the hell did you give me?' he spat, sitting up properly to put his arms more around Sam, watching with concern and worry as Sarah spread antiseptic over his wound like water; the residue blood pouring down his arm and onto the floor.
'You were given a shot of Atropine; it's used to treat people who have fallen unconscious due to heart problems. It's also used to help put people to sleep before operations, and to dilute the eye before retinal treatment. If given in large doses it has many adverse affects.' She explained, before reaching back into the first aid kit and producing a needle and some black thread.
'Whoa...' Dean began, stiffening and pulling Sam even closer.
'You want him to bleed to death?' Sarah's voice adopted a harsh, angry tone. Seconds later, however, she smiled sweetly at Dean. 'of course you don't-now let me do my job, he'll die if you don't let me do this' she explained, before threading the thread into the needle and beginning to stitch up Sam's wound.
'I never realised how brave you too are, how much you'll do for each other, it's quite admirable really- I can see why my brother was so interested in you. My tests haven't really put that to the test, but they will!' a girlish giggle escaped her lips while she worked and talked, whilst Sam and Dean's stomachs dropped, their hearts falling through their chests. There was going to be more?
'You'll have a chance to prove yourselves-oh I just can't wait!' she gave a squeal which made Dean wince. 'Can you James?' she asked, looking imploringly at the young man, who was busy putting away the needle he had used to treat Dean.
He looked up, before quickly nodding, avoiding her insistent gaze. 'Oh yes, I am' he said meekly, all the strength in his voice fading away as he looked down again, snapping the bag shut again.
'Of course you do...' Sarah smiled, cutting the excess thread from Sam's wound, and placing all her unused equipment in her bag.
'Now Sam...' she smiled, beginning to stand up. She reached out her hand and placed it on Sam's wound, before squeezing it and putting her whole bodyweight on it as she stood up.
Sam yelped in pain and surprise, throwing off her hand and grasping his wound, tears of pain erupting in his eyes and falling down his cheeks. He scrunched his eyes closed and breathed heavily, pain washing through his shoulder, burning agony trapping his senses, his arm going numb.
'You son of a bitch!' Dean yelled, standing up and walking to Sarah, fist clenched and arm raised.
James stepped in front, pushing Dean away forcefully, before raising his own fists.
'It's not worth it' he warned, casting a distasteful but hidden look in Sarah's direction, the woman smiling evilly at Dean.
Dean didn't listen, instead he launched at James, catching the young man off his guard and sending him to the floor.
He reached Sarah and raised his fist once more, but she was more than ready for him.
She grabbed his arm and swung it behind him, sending Dean to the wall. She pulled him off it by his hair, kicking his legs from under him and slamming him on the floor.
'Don't-you-dare!' she said forcefully, bringing Dean up from the floor by his hair, punching him in the face. He careered into James, who held him in a tight death grip, grunting as Dean struggled.
Sam angrily, but weakly, picked himself up from the floor, feeling some of his strength come back to him.
Sarah walked towards him and pushed him forcefully into the wall.
Sam hissed in pain and growled at her. 'Let us go-you got the pain you wanted.' He spat.
Sarah laughed breathily and brought her face closer to his, so close he could smell her perfume.
'You think this is pain? Oh sweetie how wrong are you! Tut tut this isn't pain...this is just the beginning!' she smiled, white teeth a stark contrast against red lipstick.
Sam growled and turned his face away, but Sarah grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away from the wall, the young hunter gasping in pain and clutching at his shoulder.
'We'll put them in the holding cell, then tomorrow-the fun will really begin!' her eyes flashed dangerously as she looked from one brother to the other; each of them had identical looks of horror on their faces.
'Boys, don't look so worried...it'll be fun!' she promised, before throwing her head back and laughing, walking out of the room, still clutching Sam's hair.
Dean watched with anger, horror and mounting concern as Sam's scrunched up eyes left the room. He tried to wrench himself away, but James held fast.
'Don't even think about it!' he warned, before kneeing the back of Dean's legs, sending the eldest Winchester stumbling forwards.
He walked quickly out the room, making sure Sammy was ok-he just wanted this to be over. But if there was more to com, he had to be there for Sam, no matter what.
What will happen to the brothers now?
Now they both know for sure that Sarah is completely insane, what does that mean for the boys, what will their new games be? Find out in the next chapter!
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