Disclaimer: I own nothing… SISH…. The boys would never not be a team if I owned them... but I do not…

Torture ahead for everyone.

Sam pushed the smaller girl behind him as the man walked pass Dean and closer to him and the girl. Her little body shook with pain from being dunked in the hot water earlier; she burrowed her face into Sam's back as the man walked toward them again. She was smaller than Sam even though they were the same age. Sam at 5'4 towered over her, she being only 5 foot even. Kisha's long sandy brown looked darker than it was framed around her redden face, her tears running down her face helped to cool her burning cheeks.

"Leave them along Asshole. Why not pick on someone your own size?" Dean yelled at Kyle trying to get his attention from the younger kids. He could see the blood still dripping from Sammy arms. He had tried to pull the metal splinters out that were imbedded into his arms by the wire that he had be forced to hold on to.

"Now Dean wait your turn I will get to you in time. But First I have to set the little ones up. You understand." Kyle explained to Dean as if he were a child. He brushed his hand along the young hunters face and wiped the sweat from his eyes. "You would not want them left out would you?"

"Leave them alone!!! They are just kids." Dean pulled at his bound arms as hard as he could as he watches Sammy stand in front of Kisha. He raised his fist in a defensive stance, "I….I'm not gonna let you ttaa...take her ass hole. You have me and Dean. Leave the girl alone." As the man stepped toward them the younger boy threw an uppercut into the man's jaw. Kyle was prepared for the punch so blocking it was not an issues, he used the boy's forward momentum to spin him into a choke hold. Pulling him off his feet and into his chest as he walked back into the other room, he could hear Dean screaming at him to release his brother. Sam was clawing at his arm and kicking his feet in an attempt to ease the pressure on his windpipe. Once in the room with the tank, Kyle tossed Sam to the floor hard.

He then grabbed the boy's long mousey brown hair to help the boy regain his feet while turning him so that his body lined up with the waiting harness mounted to the wall. When Sam stepped back to keep from falling again, he unknowingly moved so that Kyle could force him into the harness. He screamed as his back was rammed into the sharpen spikes causing his skin to tear and bleed. Sam rears his back off the spikes only to be forced back onto them as he is punched in the stomach. Kyle grabs the sides of the harness and buckles the straps quickly as the boy fought to get away from the spikes. Once he had the boy encompassed in the tight leather harness he moves to stand behind the boy and hooks a C-Clamp into a hoop in the back. Then he pats the board running up the boys' spine the boy jerked forward trying to escape the pain only to be forced back by the straps holding the harness on him.

"GAAAA…..DAMN it… LET ME GO…OWWW" Sam closed his eyes to block out the pain, "Sit down for a second Sam while I go get the others." Kyle petted the boys face grinning all the more, as the boy turns his face to the side trying to avoid the touch, which caused his back to rub the board. "ARGHHHH"

Laughed was all that filled his mind as he watched Kyle move back to the other room. "What did you do to Sam?"

"Now dean if I told you what fun would that be?"

"I'm going to kill you. I will tear you apart starting with that tongue of yours."

"Promises Dean promises. Now where did my little girl go? AH there she is. Come here sweet heart."

"No. Your gonna hurt me. I don't like you. My daddy is gonna kill you when he gets here."

"He can try dear one he can try. But I think for now you should listen to me. If you do then I will not have to punish you. So last time honey, get over here."

Kisha looked up at Dean then she ran to him and wrapped her little arms around his waist. "Help me! Don't let him take me. Please." Her pleas tore at Dean's heart. All he wanted to do was wrap the little one in his arms instead all he could do was whisper comforting things to her that he knew were not true. "Come on man. Just leave her alone. Look at her! She's scared to death. "Gritting his teeth Dean added a soft Please.

"Dean begging for her already, this is going to be fun." Dean watched helplessly as Kyle pulled the screaming child from Dean. Her nails raked his hips as she tried to hold on to him. As she tried to save herself from the mad man. Screaming the whole way she was carried away from the room, it was easy to force her small little body into the cage. Holding her arms behind her back Kyle treaded the bar between her elbows and back. Then using a belt with cuffs attacked at her sides to hold her arms in place, Kyle tried to close the lip of the cage. Kisha sat with her back straight not wanting to be locked into the cage. "NO PLEASE, Please, I'll be good. Don't lock in me that. Please!!! Please I will be anything. Please!!! She yelled as Kyle pushed on her neck to force her to bend. He did not expect her to fear the cage, and fight him. Punching her in the stomach so that she would double over, he locked her cage. "…" the girl chanted as she placed her head between her knees. "Now let's get Dean in here shall we."

"Leave him alone." Sam growled

It did not take long to get Dean locked down on the table in the center of the room. He only needed to be reminded that the other two would be hurt if he did not obey. He could not tell that they were already locked into their prisons for the day, the blindfold sealing his fate as he allowed himself to be bound, out of fear for the others.

"Now Dean here is the game for today." Taking off the blindfold so that he could see the other two children, Kyle smiled as he saw Deans eyes go wide as he took in the state of the other two. "You Fuck! Let Them GO… Kisha baby you need to calm down for me. You are breathing to fast. Honey do you hear me?"

"Dean Please (pant) make him (pant) let me (pant) go. I (GASP) WANT (pant) MY (GASP) DADDY!!!"

"I know sweet heart. His coming for you remember? Come on look at me. That's it. I am going to get us out of here. Just breathe 'kay."

"Doesn't that just rot your teeth out? You trying to make everything alright for little Kisha here, that is just so sweet. Sammy was not doing so good at it. All his tears keep giving him away. She knows you guys are screwed."

"Go to HELL" Sam and Dean yelled in unison. Kyle only smiled at the group, "Well boys since you seem to want to get this show on the road let's do it." Once the words were said Kyle pushed Sam out of the chair he was sitting on and into open space. He felt the ropes' sudden jerk as it halted its downward fall causing the spikes to dig into his back. "GAWWWAAAARRRGGG". He hung over a small tank of water. Kisha's pain filled screams drown out all other sounds in the room as her cage was pulled quickly into the air. Her arms and shoulders burning as they were forced to hold her full body weight, her elbows poked out of the slats of the cage which caused the bar to be forced into her back. Dean just grunted as his back popped as the sudden weight change stretched his body.

"Dean if you want to ease the girl's pain all you have to do is pull Sammy's weight down with your arms or whatever you can. Can you pull that much weight Dean?"

Dean Grunted as he slowly pulled the ropes that held me stretched, trying to help Kisha. He could see her by his feet; Sammy was being head nearer his head and to the left of him. If he turned his head he could see him, but right now he needed to focus on the little girl who was screaming herself horse. "Ya gotta lay off the cheeseburgers little brother" Dean tried to joke with his brother, as he pulled against his brother's weight. Dean was so focus on Kisha he did not notice that as he pulled down on Sam's end of the ropes that he was moving the tank of water closer to his brother.

Sam tried to twist in his harness, bit his lower lip to keep from crying out. He felt himself tilt back as Dean bends his arms and knees. He looked over at Kisha and saw that her cage was now resting on a trap door that took the weight off her arms. When her cage rested firmly on the table he was dunked in the water backwards. He could not hold back the screams that tore up his throat. "Son of a BITCH!!" Sam arched and pulled at his harness trying to get away from the fire that was burning up his back. Was this acid? NO that didn't seem right, his dazed mind tried to understand what was happening to him.

"SAM?" Hearing his brother scream Dean turned his head to see what had happened to his brother. What he saw made his heart stop. Oh MY GOD… where did all that blood come from? Sam was laying on his back in a few inches of water. Water that was now cloudy red as Sam's blood mixed with it. The water splashed as the Sam's body jerked and kicked trying to escape the water. What is that stuff, is it just water, "What is that stuff? What did you put Sam in? What?"

"Oh, I did not put him in there Dean you did." Kyle ran his hand along Dean's tighten abs feeling the muscles tremble at his touch as they flinched away from the crease. "When you lowered the girl to spare her, well you just tilted little Sammy in to a world of pain. He's making a nice soup right now. What with all that yummy blood pouring out of him. If your good maybe I will let you have some. What do you say?"

Dean glared at the man, to angry to speak. He slowly allowed his arms to be pulled again. Maybe I can balance them. Keep them both safe. If I just……. Dean watched both of the younger ones. Trying to figure out where he would need to hold them to ease both of them at the same time. 'Two can play at this game you sick fuck' Dean thought. Kisha whimper as she felt the bar being tugged again. While Sam fell limply into the harness panting as he was pulled from the brine. 'Perfect! Now all I have to do is hold them like this.' Dean groaned as his arms shook with the strain. His brother was not all that heavy; it was more the placement of his arms that was the problem. He had to keep his arms bend just enough to hold Sam out of the tank without totally pulling him out. "Kisha, you alright? Talk to me."

"It hurts but (pant) I can deal. Just don't (gasps) let it swing (pant) again. Feels like my (groans) arms are gonna break."

Dean's head was pulled back sharply cause him to yelp, as something was poured into his mouth causing him to gag and choke. The taste of salt and copper filled his senses as Kyle poured the mixture from Sam's tank into him. Dean tried to spit out the vile taste. The water pooled at the side of his head and leaked down his chin. As it dried he felt the grains of salt as they cling to his stubbled chin.

SMACK……CREACK……SMACK….. the hollow sound of flesh being struck filled the room as Travin hit the exposed midriff of the bound boy. 'UUUUHHHHHHH…..MMMMMMM….FFFFFUUUUU……GGGGAAAW"

Blood welled from the welts that now crossed him abs, the cane having torn the flesh open on each hit. "Oh.. Now that is what I call fun. Dean you surprise me. You do have a brain under all that brawn. SHOCKING!" Dean shook as Travin lowered his head to lick the blood from his stomach. "I never would have thought you would try and find a counterpoint for the two of them. Oh you just snapped that little girls arm. Did you know that Dean? When I hit you, you broke her arm with all of your pulling and pushing." Laugher echo around the room as both Kyle and Travin look at the children. "Kyle take the girl to my cambers and treat her arm, I do not want her bleeding out she still has a role to play. Plus I want some alone time with the boys."

"Oh course master." Kyle looks at the boys and smiles, he rushes to remove the girl and get her tended to, he does not want to miss a second of the show. He quickens his step when he hears the can strike out again and the air is filled with the suffering cries of two brothers who are learning what torture truly means. Kyle shivered as the screams ran up his spine and warmed his black heart.