Disclaimer: I own nothing about SPN as we all know.
Author notes: Sorry for all the type O I have no beta to proof read for me. I would Love to have one. If anyone knows how I may get in touch with one please let me know. I would be very thankful for the help.
Warning torture scenes ahead tell me if you guy think I should move this up to M just to be safe my dark muse is driving the bus right now. Did not plan it that way but you all know how that goes once the muse is free they go their own way and we only follow. Well hope all of you like the story all reviews are welcome.
Chapter 3
Kyle looked at the boy, Dean as he fought to remain conscious, as his body shook with fatigue. Kyle was impressed with the kid, no one had ever lasted this long, it had been 6 hours since the game started. He truly would suffer for the kid, in fact it seem like he was in more distress when the kid was shocked. That was the only times he had heard the boys both scream. Sam would scream from the sudden shocks never knowing when they would hit him or when they would fade. Dean just screamed in rage as he fought to get back into position to stop the shocks. After each shock he could hear Dean talk to his brother, it was always the same the elder would reassure the younger and tell him how sorry he was, when the younger was the one in less pain.
Sam turned his head to look at dean as the latest shock stopped coursing through his body. He wished he could control the screams that he always let out when the shocks would first hit him. He couldn't help it he could not judge when they were coming. Dean was shaking so much now, Sam tried to tell Dean it was okay to shock him for a while, he needed a break. He had stopped talking sometime ago, and his breathing had turned to pants which scared the crap out of Sam.
Dean leaned his head into the floor as tears flowed into his hair. He knew he was in trouble now; black dots were floating in his vision now. He had not been about to feel his arms for the last few hours, and his legs cramped nonstop now. Fire raced up his back as his muscles screamed to be released, flexed anything. He could hear Sam grunting at him trying to talk to him. But the gag was making it so that dean could only make out a few words. Mainly he just knew what his brother was trying to tell him. He wanted Dean to let the shocks hit him. 'Well that is just so not going to happen Sammy sorry.' He thought as his back arched as a powerful cramp locked his lower back making him rear up on instinct to release the tension in the muscles. 'God Sammy I'm sorry, I can't help it,' he thought as his body arced and pulled at the binding holding him, he could not control it as he slumped sideways, no longer able to hold himself upright. Sam's screams filled the air again, dean tried to regain his knees but his muscles just would not work anymore. "Stop! Please NO!! STOP HURTING SAMMY…. PLEASE…STOP….NO MORE!!!!!" Dean cried out as he looked up at Kyle who stood next to Sam smiling at him as his body jerked on the table. "You sick FU… STOP... Turn it off... Please I…..I...will do whatever you want…..just stop hurting him PLEASE! Just stop. He is just a kid PLEASE!!!"
"Wait for it. Only a few more moments, then I will let him go. You have suffered for hours a few minutes of pain will not kill him. Plus that's the rules, did I forget to tell you." Laughed Kyle as Dean growled at him. "All you had to do to be free was let Little Sammy here get juiced for one little ol minute." Dean watched as the man stood there while Sam screamed, Dean tried to get back on his knees so Sam's pain would stop, but he just couldn't. Tears of impotent rage and fury ran down his face, forced to lay there as the man watched him stop watch, a fucking stop watch, how sick was that. Then final he reached out and broke the circuit that shocked Sam. As Sam's screams died down he turned his teary eyes to Dean looking to his big brother for comfort. Kyle grabbed his face and turned it to look at him, "Sam you have caused your brother so much pain. How does that make you feel? Now let's give you two a break before we start again. How does that sound sport?" Not waiting for a reply, he placed a collar around Sam's neck before he undid the restrains holding him down. Stepping back Kyle released the last of the bindings. Sam waited till he felt all the binds fall before he jumped at Kyle, and landed a solid right hook into the man's face. Following it up with a roundhouse kick to the ribs, then an elbow to the back of his head, the man fell to the floor in a heap. Sam could not resist the desire to kick the man in the side as he moved to help dean.
"Come on Dean we have to get out of here. Help me out man, sit up!" Sam pulled on his older brother to get him to sit up. Sam started to undo the buckles on his arm binding. Dean groaned as his arms were freed, at last. The blood returning to his hands in painful pulse beats. Leaning on Sam to stand Dean never saw Tarvin move into the warehouse carrying a small girl under his arm. They were to intent on getting each other out to pay attention. The only warning he had that something was wrong was when he felt Sam being pulled from under his arm. With Sam gone Dean could not stand on his weaken legs, falling back to the floor helplessly he could only watch as Sam was thrown around the room. His head bounced as it hit the walls, till he final came to rest on the far wall facing Dean. "Well Kyle I see I have to help you out again. I told you to watch out for these two. If I have to do everything what is the point? Now I want you to set this little doll up also. She is going to be our playmate also. Can you do that?" Travin looked down at the man as he sat up rubbing his bruised jaw, "Oh Course I can do that. I just did not count on Sam fighting me. He just seems to let the older one fight for him. It will not happen again. You want to soften them up some while I set up my next game?"
"Sure let's make them scream!" Travin cooed as he ran his hand over Sam's chest. Dean had managed to get himself to sit up as the demon touched Sam. "Get your hands off him!"
"Or your will do what? Glare at me. OHHHHH I am shaking in my boots here Dean. You know your daddy does the whole laugh in the face of death thing better than you. So just sit back and watch." Dean raged at the demon as the beating started, both of the boys cries fill the warehouse as Kyle filled the pool with hot water for his next game in which Sam and the girl would play. They looked to be about the same size so Sam could hold her body weight for a while, before his arms gave out and he would have to cause himself pain to save her. Kyle did not know if Sam had it in him to suffer like his brother, but he was going to find out.
Well now we are back to where the story started. I know this chapter feels kinda off to me. Not sure just trying to get it back where I want it to be. Next chapter will be about John and how his hunt is going. Just to let you know. Please review and let me know how you think things are going the next chapter should be up soon.