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Kyle ran his hand down the arm of the boy who had just lost his battle with conciseness a moment before. "Poor little thing he tries so hard for you, you know that, right?" The glare he received was one that if looks could kill he would surely be dead a hundred times over. The boy's deep green eyes burned with hatred at the man. Sam had fought so hard with the bastard, while he was still trapped in the back brace from Hell. Kyle had lower Sam to the ground after the beating from Travin. He had pulled the lever on the rack causing Dean to be pulled as tight as he could go without his joints being dislocated. Kyle had told him he could release his brother from the rack, if he could get past Kyle. Sam had never stood a chance and Dean knew it, Kyle was just too much for the younger boy. He was heavier, taller, and faster, than the beaten bloody boy. Dean had begged Sam to stay down after he heard Kyle snap one of his ribs, But Sam just kept getting up trying to reach the release lever for the rack. The fight was over quickly with Sam laying unconscious on the floor, and Kyle kneeling over him.

"Get your Fucking hands off my brother you sick Fuck!" Dean growled at the man as he was forced to watch the man brush Sam's bangs from his forehead. Kyle picked the small boy up and cradled him to his chest, as he turned and walked to Dean.

"Don't worry Dean. The fun is just getting started. See now I know what the two of you will do for each other. Now I can show you two what true depravity is! See Travin is going to give the girl to your daddy to slow him down for me and once he has his knife he is going to tell John were to find me. So way I see it, your daddy is going to want blood, since he cannot kill Travin then he will be coming for mine. So if I am going to die I might as well make sure the three of you to never forget me." Kyle slowly lowered Sam on to the rack beside Dean, resting the boy's head on his brother's chest. "You want to take care of Sammy here for a while for me. You listen to me and not fight me when I put the two you back in your room and I will let you keep him with you. I'll even let you take care of his back. You fight me and he comes with me, and I get to play with him alone till I get bored. So what's it going to be Dean?" Dean turned his head down so that he could see the top of Sam's head.

Kyle reached out and tightens the rack quickly, causing Dean to cry out at the sudden pain, "Dean when someone asks you a question the polite thing to do is answer them. Other ways I will assume you do not want Sammy with you and I will just have to deal with that."

"NO!! Let him stay with me. Please." Dean said to Kyle as he felt his arms being released from the painful pull that they had been forced into for the last few hours. Sitting up he pulled Sam into his arms and tighten his hold so that Kyle would have to fight to get him from him. A flash of silver had him turning so that Sam was protected by his body; his movements just caused Kyle to chuckle at him, "Give me your arms Dean." Slowly lowering his right arm toward the man he hissed as the knife cut into his skin as it cut away the ropes that had held him to the rack. The other ropes quickly followed the first as Kyle made quick work of them, wanted to set up his last play ground before John got there to take his toys from him. "Get him up Dean and get down and let's head back to your room."

Stepping off the rack Dean shook out his arms before he trusted them to carry Sam, he was light that was not what worried dean the blood returning to his arms was the issue he did not want to drop his boy and hurt him more. When he saw Kyle move closer to them he reached out and lifted Sammy to him letting his head rest on his shoulder. Once they were back in the cell that had been home for the last few days dean moved closer to the bed and sat down on it while still holding on to Sam. Kyle glared at the boys as Dean still held on to his little brother. "Put him down Dean."

Dean turned and placed Sam as close to the wall as he could without hurting him, then stood and looked at Kyle. The itch to deck the man standing in front of him was so strong it took all his will to hold himself back. "You know I'm going to kill you when I get free. My dad and I will make sure nothing is left of you."

"I'm sure you two will try boy. Your daddy is one to watch for that's for sure. But see you to are too easy to control. You two slow yourselves down with that boy," Snapping the shackles around Dean's ankles. He also placed an iron collar around his neck which was attached to the wall closer to the bed. "You know I could do you a big favor right now if I just killed him." Dean placed his body in front of Sam as his brother started to groan and stir on the bed.

"You touch him and I will kill you. Now get out and let me take care of my brother. I did what you wanted." Dean stood so that Kyle could not reach out for Sam without moving him first. He could feel Sam sitting up behind him, and wrapping his hands in the back of Dean's shirt. He wanted to turn to Sam so that he could comfort him, but till Kyle left he could not risk taking his eyes off the man. Tossing a rag and two litter bottles of water at Dean, Kyle turned to leave the boys, "Take care of him Dean. I'll be back soon for the two of you then we can have some fun."

"Fuck you!"Sam yelled at him as the door closed sealing him and Dean in the cell again. Waiting a few more moments to make sure he was gone, Dean turned to check how bad Sam was hurt. When he turned he was almost knocked on his ass when Sam threw himself at him. Wrapping his arms around his neck and crying. Dean rocked the boy as he cried and cooed softly to him waiting on his to settle down. "Come on Sammy you need to pull it together or you're going to make yourself sick. I gotta cha now. No one is going to hurt you now. Let me look at you and get you taken care of. Dad should be here soon."

Wiping at the tears on his cheeks with the back of his hand, "Dean…it hurts…my back it still burns, and you're still bleeding. Why has dad got here yet?" Sam reached out a small hand to touch his brothers' stomach wounds which still had seeping blood. Dean gentle turned his brother around so that he could see his back, the saltwater had dried and the only thing that remained was the salt that covered Sam's everything. "Let me get all this salt off you then you can do me. Your arms look okay where that fucking cane hit you. Does anything feel broken other than that rib I heard snap?"

Sam shook his head and bit his lower lip as Dean poured water from one of the bottles onto the rag, he was careful of how much he used, a litter was not much for the two of them to use to clean with. He wanted to use the other litter to drink, they had not had anything to eat or drink in days. "This is going to hurt man. Sorry. I'll go as fast as I can." It took about an hour to clean all the salt from Sam's back and for Dean to be happy that none of the cut were deep enough to need stitches, (even though he could not have help any if they had). He handed the bloody rag to Sam and laid down on the bed so that Sam could tend to his front. Travin beating had caused the skin of his arms, legs, and torso to be ripped open causing them to bleed a lot. None of the wounds were deep just painful as hell. Sam took the rag and cleaned his brother up as best as he could as the older boy dozed in and out as Sam sang under his breath to calm himself and Dean. He knew Dean was hurt bad, he could feel the heat coming off his skin now. Once he was finished he crawled into the bed and lifted Dean's head so that it rested in his lap, he rarely ever got to take care of his brother when he was sick. It was usually the other way around. So Sam did what Dean had always done for him, when he was sick, he softly petted his brothers' hair, and face signing and speaking softly of when their dad would save them. Sam never doubted for a minute that his super hero of a dad would come charging in and save the day.