Dean could hear every word that the thing said, his eyes widening and heart pounding, "No! Sam!"
He started pulling against the creatures holding him, adrenaline pumping through his system. He managed to get one of his arms out of the things grip, using it to shove the other one off of him. He scrambled for the open door, trying him damndest to get back down. The creatures were not going to let him go that easily though, one latching himself to Dean's back, arms wrapping around his torso, pinning Dean's arms uselessly to his sides. He lifted Dean from the ground, walking backwards towards the outside door. Dean kicked and struggled; doing practically anything that he could to get away from these things. His feet struck the monster time and time again but it was as effective as kicking a mountain, getting you absolutely nowhere and a stubbed toe.
The second walked around Dean, trying to grab his feet to make the load easier on his brother. As the one came close Dean brought his feet up, planting them firmly on the chest before him and pushed, making the one fall to his back, releasing Dean. The other was no so lucky, stumbling backwards and falling down the stairs, hitting the bottom with a sickening crunch. Dean got to his feet quickly, the adrenaline flowing through his system numbing him to the pain of his beating.
He flew down the stairs, stopping abruptly at the bottom. The body had tripped the wire that he had placed at the bottom of the stairs, making the smoke grenades in the corners go off. The basement was so full of the grey haze that Dean could barely see two inches in front of him. He knelt beside the body on the floor; it was gently stirring, its head rotating back into its original position, bones grinding into place. Dean hurriedly took the spear that remarkably stayed on his back, the end broken off at a sharp point. He pierced it through the body, blood spurting out of the wound in a powerful gush, coating half of Dean's face, mixing with the blood that was already there.
Take a rope from around his waist he slung the noose around his neck, dragging the body to the underside of the stairs. Dean wrapped the rope over the highest step, hauling the body up and securing it in the air by knotting the rope under its arms. Dean was still under the stairs when a howl of pain erupted from the basement. It was a cry of true suffering, animal and raw.
Dean peaked around the stairs, unsure as to why he did, as he couldn't see anything any way. He slipping behind the wooden planks again as he heard footsteps coming down from the floor above. The second one was following him into the basement, quite sobs following after him, "Come out Dean! I'll just snap your neck and be done with it! I want it to be over! One more brother, you've killed another one. Why Dean? How can you justify killing us, killing all those other people? Self-defense? That's the liar's way out, the easy answer when you don't want to face your inner demons. You are the same as us Dean. Killing the monsters of the world, you just think that because you are human that it makes you in the right. Only humans can kill humans, you get away with it enough to prove that as a fact. Is that what makes you so righteous? You're not the bad guy, you just kill them, so that makes you high and mighty all of a sudden doesn't it?"
Dean could hear the sadness in his voice, the pain going through each word. At that moment there was no difference between him and any other human on the planet trying to figure out why.
"COME OUT!" The yell reverberated around the room, bouncing off the walls and making Dean jump.
Turning around Dean pulled the spear from the body behind him, keeping it by his side as he walked out from behind the stairs. He tried to walk as silently as he could, his shoes whispers against the cool cement floor.
The thing was still yelling for him, stomping around the basement looking for Dean. It was easy enough for Dean to find him; he was making enough noise to wake the dead.
Slipping up behind the man Dean crouched down, bringing himself down below its line of sight. It had no chance; the spear pierced its heart without any hesitation. The thing coughed, blood oozing out of its mouth before falling face first to the floor, the tip of the spear breaking off under the body. Dean made a movement to the body, one hand going for one of the ropes.
"That is quite enough Dean," It was the tall one from earlier, the one whom Dean had heard threaten Sam.
The smoke in the room dissipated giving Dean a clear view of what he never wanted to see. Sam was still in the chair, the things hand cradling the back of his head. He was holding it up, moving it wherever he wanted.
"Hello again Dean, funny how we keep on meeting like this," the thing looked down at Sam, a smile coming to its face, "You know that I hold the ace of spades don't you Dean? It doesn't matter that you claim that you hate your brother; you are still going to beg to die in his place no matter what. That's what I find respectable about you, your willingness to die for family," Silver and Gold snapped up to Dean, teeth flashing as it sneered, "And I would have done the same for mine. Do you know the pain for watching your family die around you while some psycho strings them up from the rafters? I am not going to let you do it to one more of my family Dean. You took them all away from me, I won't let you take him too."
A/N: This is taking a lot longer than I thought it would...