Fuck, The eldest Winchester thought as the loud squeaking of iron doors echoed the hall. The forth time today! What the hell did they even want with Sam? He held his head in his hands as he sat on the broken bed they had given him. It was like sleeping on rocks, he'd much rather be sleeping on rocks at this rate. With a quick puff of his cheeks he inhaled then exhaled, the smell of blood filling his nostrils. Two minutes passed before he moved, when he did he walked up to the cell door and pressed his face against the rusty bars. Trying to catch glimpse of what was going on on the outside. The only thing he had caught was the words: 'Blood, High, victim' and then worse of all 'Sam'. He hadn't even processed the words before he was banging against the door-practically throwing himself at the damn thing.
With his shoulder throbbing and probably bruised he threw himself the sixth time at the door, but someone flung it open and he ran straight into someone. He had to admit they were built, it was like running into a wall. Very unpleasant. Slowly his emerald eyes flickered up to meet the person's gaze, it was like a new found flame. "Hey sorry budd-" Dean held his hands up in defense but the male had already snatched him by his neck, the only thing the Winchester got out was a small noise as he was dragged out of the cell and down the hall. If he was held this way any longer he would pass out. Any minute now.
Any minute now.
Luckily enough he hadn't passed out, instead he found himself being thrown into a dark cell. The hair on the back of his neck stood up-an uneasy feeling pooling in his stomach. He climbed to his feet extending his arms out to see if there was anything hiding in the darkness.
"D-Dean...?" There was a faint whisper, the eldest Winchester about jumped out of his skin. 'Sammy?' Was all he had to say before rushing to his brother's aid. He found Sam sitting in an old iron fold up chair, legs open wide, head low. As he drew closer the smell of blood grew stronger and stronger. What the hell? What did they do, Dean thought a growl climbing up his throat. It had never occurred to him how possessive of his little brother he was. Not until now that is. Kneeling down he placed a hand on Sam's cheek, slapping him to wake him up.
"Hey? Sammy? What the hell did they do to you man?" Dean inquired peeling Sam off the chair, he lugged the big moose over onto a small bed helping him sit down.
Sam let out a groan rolling his head to the side, he lifted up his left arm. Pointing to his right arm. There was a small bumps from where needles had been inserted. Dean ran his fingers across them, not realizing how uncomfortable it made his little brother. "Ahh hell they injected you with something. Venom of some sort?"
Sam shook his head.
"Poison?"
He shook his head again.
"Medicine?" Dean knew the answer to that, no. A lump formed in his throat as he came up with the most logical answer, "Demon blood..?" His eyes were glued to Sam's form.
Sam nodded slowly, his eyes drifting shut. Dean stood up immediately spinning around and punching the wall. The room was roughly only about ten feet wide and twelve feet tall. A hand wrapped around his wrist keeping him from doing any further damage to himself. It was a shocker but Sam pulled Dean into his chest embracing him into a tight hug. "It'll be alright Dean. We can-" Dean cut Sam off pulling out of the hug-he could've swore he heard Sam make a whining noise of some sort.
"No it is not okay, okay? You've got demon juice running through you! They're not going to let you detox Sam! Remember last time? You were blabbing something about mom and then Alistair!" Dean hissed the demon's name, the very thought made him want to go out and bring the son of a bitch back just to kill him again. Sam sighed significantly sitting on the edge of the bed knowing his brother was right. They wouldn't let him detox. Dean ran a hand through his hair walking over, "I'm sorry, alright? I'm just stressed out." He elbowed Sam's side smiling softly, "How's your leg doing?"
"Fine. It's healed up now. No more limping around." Sammy huffed slouching for a moment, "I'm gonna get some rest if you want to too." He moved back onto the bed and laid down. There were no blankets in this place, only your body heat. "Dean?"
"Yeah, Sammy?"
"Can you lay here with me?" Sam asked suddenly.
Dean blinked surprised his little brother would ask something like this. They were grown men for Petes sake. Wouldn't this count as cuddling? Hell he didn't care. He wanted Sam. Dean happily obliged thinking this was the only good thing that could come out of this trip. He climbed up beside Sam and laid down. The younger Winchester slid an arm around deans waist drawing him closer until their body's were pressed into one another. Dean almost had to hold back a groan feeling the heat radiate off his sibling.
"Night Dean." Sam said in a hushed whisper tightening an arm around his brother's waist.
"Night Sammy," He smiled in return resting his head against the bigger male's chest. His heart fluttered and face turned a shade of red.
Maybe just maybe we will make it out of this mess.
Maybe.