--Chapter 4. Have fun.--

4

The stars twinkled down at Sam as he and Bobby snuck around the outside of the warehouse. Dean's cries echoed around them and it took everything Sam had not to break down. Guns and holy water in hand they made their way to a door on the back of the building. Sam reached for the doorknob, but Bobby grabbed his arm.

"Sam wait," He said. Sam looked puzzled, and hurt. "We don't know what's in there."

"Yes we do. Dean's in there. And we're his only hope." Sam said, anguished.

"Sam we could be killing Dean just by walking in there." Bobby pleaded. Sam shook his head.

"I don't care. He's my brother Bobby," Tears began to well in his eyes. "And I can't walk away from this place with his screams echoing in my ears. Please." Bobby sighed.

"Fine, but wait 'til I get around to the front. I'll distract them while you get Dean." Bobby said. Sam nodded. He wrenched open the door and plunged in the icy darkness.

Please God let me die. I just want to die. Please. Dean thought. He wondered if it got any colder if the blood on his body would freeze. His whole body pulsed with agony. Blood still dripped in places. His necklace dangled in front of him, drenched in blood. He was so tired. He couldn't take anymore. Not one more ounce of pain. It'd kill him.

Click, click, click.

Speak of the devil. Dean thought. He dreaded what was to come as the clicking of her heels got louder and louder.

"Hey sweetie." She said, in a mock-sweet voice. "How are we tonight? You and I have been together for over twenty-four hours. I think it's time to let you go."

"Good." Dean's whisper was barely audible. He felt the ever familiar cold steel of her knife poking his neck.

"I could slit your throat." She said. She danced the knife up and down his chest, toying with him. "But that wouldn't be very fun, would it?" Dean shuddered.

"Meg please." He rasped. Meg grinned.

"Ah," she sighed. "My dream has come true. Dean Winchester is begging me for his life. Revenge is sweet." She moved the knife down and danced it around the button on his jeans. Dean gasped and tried backing away. Meg giggled. She shoved the knife next to Dean's neck, pushing so hard blood was starting to pour.

"Ahhh!" He yelled. "Meg please!" She dug harder and harder.

"Goodbye Dean." She whispered. She pulled the knife back ready to strike, but a loud crash interrupted her. Meg looked around for Chris. He was gone. "Great." She dropped the knife and walked toward the door.

"I'll be back baby," She said, smiling as she did so. "Don't go nowhere." She laughed, and left the room.

Dean sighed and relaxed. God how he wanted to see...anything. Tears came once again. He wanted death, he wanted to get away. But mostly, he wanted his little brother.

The crash had startled Sam as well. He stayed frozen in the same spot for a few minutes before he continued walking. The warehouse was vast and dark.,the only thing Sam had to rely on as a goal point was Dean's screams. They curdled his stomach but he had to keep moving.

He felt the walls for any sign of a door and after what had seemed like ages, he found one. Gun in hand, he opened the door slowly. What he saw almost killed him.

Dean heard someone open the door. He was sure these next moments would be his last. Footsteps approached him, but not Meg's. The strides were too long and the steps landed too heavy. Maybe it was Chris. No, the steps were timid. The footsteps stopped about six inches in front of him. A warm hand touched his face.

"Dean?" Sam's voice said. At first Dean was happy, then he remembered what Sam did to him. He jerked away from him.

"No! Sam please no!" He begged. Sam was confused. He reached out to Dean again but he pulled away. "Don't hurt me again please!" Sam grabbed Dean's face gently.

"Dean I'm...I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm here to help you." Sam said, gulping down the lump in his throat. Dean shook his head.

"No no no you hurt me once you'll hurt me again." Dean whispered. Sam reached up and carefully lifted the blindfold off Dean's eyes. Dean squinted at the dim light that reached his eyes.

"Dean look at me," Sam pleaded. Dean did. As best as he could he looked at his brother through his swollen red eyes. He met his brother's soft brown eyes with his own green ones. They were watery and sad, pained.

"Sammy," Dean rasped, tears forming in his own eyes. "Please help me." Sam nodded and reached for Dean's shackles. He wrapped an arm around his waist and braced himself for Dean's weight. He undid the first and supported his brother completely as he undid the second.

"Ah!" Dean hissed quietly as Sam lowered them both to the ground. Dean's head in his lap, he wrapped the blanket around his brother's shoulders. Sam had never seen so much blood on his brother at one time. It scared him. The fact that his strong-as-steel big brother was trembling in his arms, close to bleeding to death and past hypothermia. Dean cried out again.

"It's okay Dean," Sam soothed. "I'm gonna get you out of here."

"Oh Sammy. I don't think so."