Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 12
Disclaimer: Everything recognizable in this story belongs to the CW and Kripke. I'm just playing in their sandbox for a little while.
Warning: Language as usual, they are hunters you know.
Author's Note: Update on my niece. She had surgery on her foot to have a steel plate placed in it…this should give her a better chance of walking again. We have a projected release date of two weeks now if things continue to improve. Thank you so much for your continued prayers.
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Previously: Fanning out, they searched the rooms to find that somebody had indeed been at the house recently if the dirty dishes in the sink were any indication. Motioning toward the trap door, Bobby quickly keyed in the code and they all held their breaths as the door slowly started to slide open. The next thing that happened was the sound of a primal scream being heard that would live with each of them forever.
John's world nearly shattered upon hearing the sound of the heart wrenching scream. He knew immediately where the sound had come from and that was the mouth of his baby boy. It killed him to know that he was so close to his youngest, yet Sammy was still being put through unimaginable pain. He felt anger building exponentially in his heart and couldn't wait to get his hands on the psychotic bastard that was torturing his son at this very moment.
The seconds seemed to take hours as he watched the hidden door sliding open, waiting for the hole to get big enough for him to get through. As soon as the door slid open enough for large frame to get through, John shouldered Bobby out of his way and started down the steps. He needed to get to his son and he needed it now. Taking the steps three at a time, he reached the bottom in seconds only to find a sight that would be burned into his memory forever. His baby, his last gift from his beloved Mary, was tied to a chair naked from the waist down with alligator clips attached to his groin area as spasms wracked his obviously hurting body.
Uncontrollable rage filled him as he saw the sadistic punishment that Hank was currently putting his cherished child through. Without missing a beat, he screamed, "Get the hell away from my son you perverted son of a bitch." As he threw himself at the psychotic hunter taking him out of Sam's reach and unknowingly turning off the torture device. Raising his fists, he started raining down blows on the man's face as he saw Dean rush towards Sammy out of the side of his eye. Knowing that Dean would take care of baby brother, John focused his full attention on the hunter before him.
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Thirty minutes earlier
Hank looked at the unconscious young teen before him as he pulled the kid's dirty jeans and boxers off after having unshackled his leg. "Like I said, you're nothing but a wimp. Your dad is probably embarrassed to call you his son." The kid would never make a good hunter with his low tolerance for pain so Winchester ought to be grateful to him for taking the kid off of his hands.
Hoisting his captive up over his shoulders, he carried Sam over to the chair in the middle of the room and handcuffed him to it once again. After making sure both wrists were secure, he bent down and tied his legs to the chair using some rope. "Okay, now to get you awake" he stated as he wondered what his best course of action would be. He could douse the kid with cold water hoping that would rouse him or he could use some smelling salts.
Choosing the later, Hank quickly got the little packet and cracked it open. Holding it under Sam's nose, he watched as the teen wrinkled his nose in disgust and tried to move his head away unconsciously from the nasty smell. It took only another moment before he watched Sam's eyes finally open as he coughed from the overwhelming smell of ammonia. Giving the kid a few more minutes to become fully alert, he took immense pleasure in the fear that radiated from his eyes once he knew what was about to happen.
"Welcome back you little wuss. I think it's about time we get down to business don't you?" Hank questioned as he kneeled in front of Sam and held up the alligator clips for him to see.
Seeing the shiny metal clips in Hank's hand and feeling his state of undress, Sam began to beg. He knew his dad and Dean would be ashamed of him for doing so, but he really didn't want those things attached to his family jewels. "Please, please don't do this. I promise I won't try to fight you anymore, just please…"
Warning: Torture Scenes Ahead
"I wonder what your daddy would say if he could see you know, begging like a little bitch. Too bad it won't work because I am enjoying your spunky little attitude." Hank informed him as he pinched the clips open and placed them on Sam's testicles. He laughed as the teen hissed in a quick breath as the clips pinched down on his sensitive skin. If you think that's bad kid, just wait until I flip the switch. Hank gave Sam just a few minutes to digest that information and then turned on his little torture contraption. Suddenly the sounds of torturous screams filled the air.
As Sam watched Hank walk over to the battery contraption, fear filled his heart. His mind ran rampant wondering just how bad the pain was going to be. "Oh God, no." He whispered as he watched Hank reach towards the battery to flick the switch. Suddenly, it felt like thousands of volts running through his body as he felt the severe electrical shock to his groin. In seconds flat, the pain coursed throughout his whole body and his muscles began to spasm from the electrical current running through them. He screamed long and loud as his body sought release, trying to buck up off the chair only to be held in place by the cuffs and rope.
As his body continued to spasm, Sam could feel the cuffs biting into his wrists and the ropes abrading the skin of his legs. "Oh God, please make the pain stop." He thought as another heartrending scream ripped from his throat. He'd never felt such an all consuming pain before like this one. Sure he had been shot and knifed a time or two, but this pain was so much worse. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, his tortured body began to sweat. He could feel the rivulets of sweat running down his forehead and into his eyes causing a burning sensation. His vision blurred as tears began to pour from his eyes. The suddenly, almost at once, the pain stopped and Sam sagged forward, his head drooping to his chest in exhaustion.
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John had no sooner made his way through the opening when Dean followed hot on his heels. He was visibly trembling with angst in his need to get to Sammy after hearing the heartbreaking screams. He desperately needed to stop the hurt before those screams left him a broken mess himself. Upon reaching the basement floor, he saw his dad currently beating the shit out of Hank and focused his full attention on Sammy. He bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out once he saw the condition that his little brother was in. His head was drooped down to his chest and his body was jerking in spasmodic motions. He could tell Sam's breathing was irregular due to the way his shoulders were heaving with each hitched breath that he took. Quickly making his way over to Sammy, Dean checked to make sure the torture machine was turned off and then kneeled in front of his sibling.
"Sammy, can you hear me little brother?" Dean questioned as he palmed Sammy's cheek with his right hand. It broke him to see the glassy, unfocused look as his brother's eyes struggled to stay open. "Sammy, I'm going to take these things off of you." He said as he reached his hands toward the alligator clips attached to his brothers groin. He wasn't prepared for the mournful plea that assaulted his ears when he did so.
"Noooooo, please, don't hu-hurt me any-anymore" Sam begged of the blurry form standing in front of him. "I just wa-wanna g-go h-home, need De-Dean, pl-pleaseeee."
"Oh God Sammy, it's me." Dean said as he cupped Sammy's head between his hands. "I'm here little brother. Please let me stop the hurt." Dean begged as he looked his brother in the eyes. Tears were falling down his face as he watched Sammy struggle to understand the words he was saying.
"De?" Sam questioned with a stuttered breath not believing it was true. Hank must have drugged him or something and he was seeing a mirage.
"Yeah, it's me tiger, please let me help you." Dean stated as he heard the tussle going on behind him between his dad and Hank. He could also hear the boots of the others coming down the stairs too and knew they would soon have things well in hand. Dean watched recognition finally dawn in Sammy's eyes before his brother slumped forward and passed out.
"Shit" hissed Dean as he quickly checked Sam's breathing and then reached in and released the clamps that were attached to his brother's groin, The area where they were attached was red and angry and Dean knew his brother would suffer from that for a while. From the side of his eyes, he watched Bobby walk up and start working on removing the cuffs as he pulled a knife from his boot and began sawing on the ropes that bound his brothers legs to the chair.
Once they had freed Sammy, Dean placed an arm under Sam's knees and the other behind his back and lifted his baby brother up from the chair and carried him over to the small bed where he gently lay him down. Pulling of his leather jacket, he placed it over Sam allowing him some dignity even though Sammy was still unconscious. Running a hand through Sammy's hair to comfort himself, he whispered that things were going to be okay and then started assessing his brother for injuries.
Starting from his head and moving down, Dean noted the bruises that were on Sammy's cheeks, and a split lip that was nearly healed now. Assessing his arms, his right shoulder seemed to be tender as Sam winced even in sleep when he prodded it. But the thing that most caught his attention was Sammy's right hand. It was grossly swollen and looked to be five different shades of black and blue. Gently checking the fingers, he could tell that at least three of them were broken, one of them severely. Moving on down, Sam had some bruises in his stomach area, but none of his ribs seemed to be broken. Of course the area around his groin was agitated from the clips, and he wondered if that were the only injury to Sam's private area. "Please, please, please, don't let him have raped Sammy." He thought as he rubbed a shaky hand across his mouth. He didn't know if he could bring Sammy back from something as horrible as that. Moving on down to his legs, Dean saw the bloody bandage and eased it off to see the scorched skin indicating that Sam had been shot, though it was just a flesh wound. The last injury he noted was Sam's abraded knees and that the right one was somewhat swollen.
"Holy crap Sammy, you sure are a mess." Dean whispered as he heard the sounds of his dad's fist slamming into Hank again. He knew his dad needed the release right now and he really couldn't blame him for it. He also knew that John trusted him implicitly when it came to Sam and knew that he would take care of his baby brother. Seeing a first aid kit sat on the bed in front of him, Dean smiled his thanks to Caleb and then went to work on taking care of the most important person in his life.
TBC Okay, payback begins in the next chapter!