Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 15
Disclaimer: Everything recognizable in this story belongs to the CW and Kripke. I'm just playing in their sandbox for a little while.
Warning: TORTURE SCENES AHEAD after the first section.
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Previously: Glancing out the window to see a bright and sunny day, Dean wondered how things could go on so normally like nothing had ever happened. Didn't fate know that Sammy had been dealt a bad hand, it should be a rainy miserable day outside, not one of beauty. Sighing aloud, he wondered what his dad was doing now and if he would make it back before Jurgen took Sammy out of his medicated coma. Sam needed all of his family with him when he woke up to face what was sure to be a long recovery ahead.
Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Dean looked over to see Jurgen entering the room with a clipboard in his hands. "Hey doc." He said as he watched the doctor walk over to his little brother's bed.
"Good evening Dean." Jurgen said with a smile as he sat the clipboard on the small chest of drawers near Sammy's bed. "I need to examine your brother to make sure everything is healing fine and that the medicines aren't affecting him too badly."
"I'm not leaving him doc." Dean stated as he stared the doctor directly in the eye daring him to leave.
"That's fine Dean, you can stay with him." Jurgen said with a smile noting how agitated the brother had become thinking he would be forced to leave. "I think Sam would feel better knowing you were here watching over him since he is unable to take care of himself right now."
"I hope so doc." Dean stated wistfully wondering if Sammy would want him around when he woke up. It scared him to think that Sammy might blame him for everything that happened, for not being there to keep him from being kidnapped in the first place. He couldn't take it if Sammy woke up and refused to see him or even look at him.
"He's going to alright Dean, it's just going to take a lot of time and a lot of patience." Jurgen said as he started assessing his young patient's vital signs noticing that his heart rate and pulse was regular, though his blood pressure was a little bit high. While it was of some concern, Jurgen knew that his body was fighting to come back from a severe trauma so it was understandable for his blood pressure to be up some. Checking the bruising and swelling around Sam's eye, Jurgen noticed the vivid coloring was starting to fade and that the swelling would soon be completely gone. Lowering the blanket, he gently palpitated Sam's shoulder area. The shoulder was still swollen and would cause Sam pain for the next week or two if he used it too much, but it would fully heal. Turning his attention to Sam's hand, he checked to make sure that the splint was still on tight and that the fingers hadn't started turning black indicating a more serious problem. He breathed a sigh of relief noticing the hand was doing as well as could be expected.
Needing to finish the rest of Sam's examination, he pushed the blankets off of Sammy's legs and removed the gauze pad from the bullet wound in Sam's thigh to see that most of the redness had gone. He placed some more antibiotic ointment on the gunshot wound and then recovered it with a sterile pad. "The infection in his leg is nearly gone so it shouldn't be much of a problem." He said to Dean as he rewrapped the wound. Not knowing how Dean would react to what he was going to do next, Jurgen said, "Dean, I need to check Sam's genital area now. If that makes you uncomfortable you can stand over by the window. It will only take me a couple of minutes to complete the exam.
"Nah, I'm fine. He hasn't got anything I haven't seen before, I used to change his diapers." Dean said knowing how insecure Sammy would have been if he had been awake. He wouldn't have let him go through that alone then and he wasn't about to now. Focusing his attention on Sammy's face, he watched for any signs of discomfort on Sam's face while Jurgen checked his privates and then catheter placement.
Finishing up his exam, Jurgen pulled off his medical gloves and said, "The electrical burns down there are healing nicely. He'll still be sore for a few weeks, but I don't think there was any permanent damage from the electrical shock he received to the tender area.
"That's great news, thanks doc." Dean said as he carded his fingers through Sammy's hair. "You hear that Sammy, your wedding tackle is going to be just fine dude, so don't you worry." Snagging a chair with his foot, Dean pulled it over to settle in for another long wait.
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Once Hank started approaching consciousness once again, he became aware of the fact that he could feel the cold metal of a chair against his naked derriere. Trying to move away from the coolness of the metal chair against his exposed behind, he suddenly realized with clarity that he was tied down and could not move, the same position he had had the youngest Winchester in when everything had went to hell. Opening his eyes, he glared to see the hunters standing there watching him with smirks upon their faces. "What the hell do you think you bastards are doing?" Hank queried as he tried to loosen the bonds holding him to the chair.
"I think I'm about to give you a taste of your own medicine you son of a bitch." John seethed as he placed his hand on the switch that would turn on the torturous battery device.
Feeling a pinching sensation in a most uncomfortable area, Hank glanced down to see that the alligator clips were now attached to his manhood. "Oh f*uck" he groaned knowing what would happen once the battery switch was turned on.
"What's the matter Reynolds, you not man enough to take the same kind of punishment you put a boy through" Bobby sneered knowing how demeaning it would be to the psychotic hunter.
"Go to hell Singer." Hank stated just before his body was hit with what seemed to be thousands of watts of current entering his treasured joystick. He screamed out as an all consuming pain encompassed his nether regions and felt himself beginning to urinate all over the chair, his legs and the floor.
"Look at him, the stupid bastard just pissed himself." Caleb said with disgust As Hank continued to scream in unimaginable pain, his body contorting in agony.
Shutting off the machine, John glared at the demented man before him. "How does it feel when your own torture methods are used against you Hank? Better yet, how does it feel knowing my son is a hell of a lot stronger than you'll ever be? He was man enough not to piss himself when you put him through what I just did to you."
"You're dead, you hear me. All of you are dead once I get free. You'll wish you'd never heard of the name Hank Reynolds." Hank spat out as he started thrashing around trying to get free from the bonds that held him tight.
"What makes you think you're getting out of this alive?" Joshua questioned as he looked the evil hunter in the eye. "Nobody hurts the Winchester kids and comes out of it one peace. You forfeited your right to life the minute you touched Sam Winchester and I'm going to make sure the debt is paid in full."
"So Winchester and his brood have pulled the wool over your eyes too huh Joshua? I thought you were smarter than that, than to be taken in by them and their innocent ways. Don't you know there's demon talk out there that baby Winchester will someday be one of them?"
"Yeah and I'm freaking Santa Claus, Ho Ho Ho." Joshua retorted before backhanding the hunter across the face for daring to malign one of the boys. "Baby Winchester, as you put it, was still naive to the evils of this world even after everything his family had been through until you had to change that by showing him just how sinister people could be. Because of you, he'll probably never be that innocuous kid we all know and love again and for that, you're going to pay."
Sneering at the hunters in front of him, Hank said, "The little miscreant got what he deserved and I hope I broke his spirit so bad that the little bastard never comes out of this the same person that he was. Maybe he'll give humanity a break and kill himself to save us the trouble of having to hunt him down like the monster he is."
"You son of bitch." Bobby yelled as he pulled his hunting knife and plunged it deep into wood beside Hank's hand. "I ought to frigging kill you for threatening the kid, but that would be too damn easy. You haven't paid nearly enough for what you've done. I think it's about time you learn how hard it is to fight back when you can't use what you're accustomed too. With those words, Bobby grasped Hank's fingers one by one and bent them back until he could hear the bones audibly snap. By the time he was on the third finger of Hank's left hand, the man was shrieking in pain and begging for him to stop. Once Bobby had finished with the other two, Hank had passed out once again from all the pain his body had been put through.
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Seeing Hank pass out once again, John decided to take the time to call Dean and check on his youngest. He had been feeling a little antsy over the past few hours being away from his youngest and it scared him to think that something might have gone wrong. Pushing the speed dial button on his phone, John only had to wait for it to ring twice before he heard Dean's voice coming through the line.
"Hey dad, is everything taken care of? Are you on your way back now?" Dean questioned as he answered the phone.
"Not yet Dean, we're working on it." John answered as he looked up to see the other hunters walking over towards him, all with a questioning look on their faces. "I just wanted to check up on Sammy, see how he's doing."
"Jurgen says he's doing as well as can be expected right now." Dean answered as he brushed back a stray hair from Sam's eyes even though they were closed. "He just examined him and said everything seems to be healing properly though Sammy is going to be feeling some of his injuries for a few weeks to come when he wakes up."
John breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the news that Sam was doing as well as could be expected, but he knew Sam was going to be feeling more than just the effects of his injuries once he woke up. He had no doubt that his youngest was going to go through a lot of mental anguish as well. "Whatever happens, we'll be there for him Dean. I'll make sure Jurgen gives him something for the pain."
"Sounds good. Dad, you know Sammy is going to need some time getting over this one right? I mean there's no way we're going to be able to take on a hunt right away."
"Yeah, I know that kiddo and you can stop worrying right now. We're going to give Sam all the time he needs to recuperate…physically and mentally." John said knowing exactly where Dean was going with the conversation. "I'm hoping Bobby will let us stay at his place for a while, at least until Sammy is ready to get back on the road."
"You know damn well I wouldn't have it any other way." Bobby informed John, letting him know right away that they were more than welcome to stay for how ever long it took.
Unbeknownst to the hunters, Hank had woken up on the other side of the room and was slowly sawing through the rope binding him to the chair. He prayed that the others attention would be held long enough for him to get free. He was so going to go on a killing spree and wipe out every single one of them starting with Winchester first.
TBC A.N. My sisters are visiting from Pennsylvania so it could be a few days before I get the next chapter up to any of my stories.