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Last Time...

We met 'not so angel-like' Angel and his friends Dagger, Harvey, and Sugar. And Dean finds that Sam has went missing...

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-Chapter Five:

Darkness.

Sam was pretty sure his eyes were open, but he couldn't see anything. He blinked a few times; even rubbed them. Nothing. A few thoughts went through his head, but none of them told him why he was suddenly alone in the darkest room he had ever seen- or not seen- whatever. He was sitting on the floor. He could feel the coolness of the tile under him; and his back was against a wall. It had a roughness to it. Brick, maybe?

His mind was empty; like someone completely cleaned it out. It even took him a while to realize what happened. And even longer to realize that he was in danger.

Alright, chill out, Sam told himself. What do you remember?

Sam thought.

He remembered his little run-in with Angel. Sam could see his face clearly. He was pale; Vampire-like. His eyes were pure black, and he looked mean. He was tall. Six feet maybe. He had long hair, down past his shoulders and it was dark brown; almost black. He was dressed like a biker. He had the leather jacket and everything. The next person that crossed Sam's mind was Dagger. He was tall, too. Not only that, he was big, too. His head was shaved completely bald. Sam remembered seeing the blue veins on his head sticking out. Sam shivered. Even though Dagger looked evil, too, there was something tender about him. Maybe it was the tender, almost remorseful look he gave Sam was he exited the room. There was another guy. His name was Harvey. He looked like someone Dean would go to school with. He looked athletic, smart, and a ladies' man. He followed orders like a trained puppy, though. Sam bet he never dared to argue. Lastly, it was the girl they called Sugar. She was the one who took their order then they first arrived. She had medium length hair that was pulled into a ponytail. She wore the McDonalds uniform and almost looked like a regular human. The only thing that really stuck out on her was her eyes. They were bright green, almost a lime color. Around her eyes were dark, like really thick makeup. That's what made her different, though. Everyone else's eyes were black. But not her. Maybe she the leader or something? Whatever she was, she didn't look like she belonged with these type of people-or whatever they are.

Even though it was dark, Sam seen this as his only get away. He used his hands to stand. His legs felt like jello and it took him a while; he had to put his hand out to steady himself and assure that he would go falling back to the floor. It took him a minute, but he found his balance. He didn't even get a half of step when he felt something resist against his walking and pull him to the ground. Just as his hands came in contact with the floor, a light came on in the room. It happened so quick, it momentarily blinded Sam. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second then opened them slowly.

"Kid's awake."

There were shadows on the wall, proving to Sam that he wasn't alone. He heard voice, but there was something about the sound that made Sam unable to understand.

Outside, there was a bang, then the sound of metal scraping. Sam staggered back toward the wall, waiting to see who had entered the room. To no one's surprise, it was Angel. He walked in slowly, in his hand he carried a bucket. He wore gloves and an evil smirk across his pale face. HIs black boots scuffed the ground as he made his way to Sam. Following immediately behind Angel was Sugar. She no longer had that innocent look to her. Her green eyes shined even brighter as she brought in what looked like a hose.

"Nice to see you conscious," Angel says.

Sam stays silent.

Angels smiles. "You know," he takes a few steps closer. "We know all about you."

Sam blinked, not sure how he should react to that. Should he feel scared? Worried? Nothing?

"Cat got your tongue?" Sugar called from the other side of the room. Sam's eyes drifted over to her. He seen her bending over a wooden contraption. It had four hooks, two at the top and two at the bottom. There was a semi-circle toward the top of it was an unhooked strap hanging off the side of it. Sam gulped. She stood and went over to the wall. She tightened the end of the hose into the wall and pressed a button. She stood slowly and smiled at Sam tauntingly. "We scared you that much?" she asked, with shock in her voice. "We hardly drugged you."

Sam felt a lump in his throat.

Drugged?

Sugar smiled. "Don't look so worried, kid. You were only out for fifteen- twenty minutes at the most. Just so we can set up."

Sam cricked his neck as he watched them tweak screws on the wooden contraption. Angel had handed Sugar the bucket and she filled it with water.

What are they doing?

When the water reached the brim, Sugar fixed her vision on Sam again. "You came here with someone, didn't you?"

She laughed, already knowing the answer. She didn't even give Sam a chance to respond. "Dean, right?"

Sam felt his mouth drop open. "Where is he?" he asked in a soft voice.

Sugar let out a fake laugh and clapped her hands together. "So he can talk!"

Angel power walked over to Sam and took out a key from his back pocket. He leaned forward and unchained Sam's foot. He lifted Sam and threw him over his shoulder. Sam's arms and legs flailed.

"Put me down," he demanded, kicking at Angel.

They walked to the wooden thing on the floor and Angel put him down with more force than needed. Sam felt the air rush out his lungs when his back slammed against the wood. As much as he could, Sam swatted at Angels hands and kicked his feet at Sugar, but it didn't work. They were stronger than him; way stronger. Without much effort, they hooked and tied both of Sam's hands. They stretched them out straight and strapped his wrists to the board he was lying on. He couldn't move his hands anymore. Then he felt his feet being strapped to the wood, too. He could no longer kick at Sugar or swat at Angel. He looked up and seen Angel holding a black cloth bag. He lifted Sam's head and pulled it over. Suddenly, Sam couldn't see. There was only two holes on the bag and they were right where his nostrils are. Angel pushed Sam's head back down and he felt something strap around his neck, immobilizing it.

Then there was only the sound of a lever being pushed and water flowing again.

"We want to know who you belong to. Tell us what you're planning!" Angel screamed.

Sam was confused. He would've shook his head if he was able to move it.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about-"

"Liar!"

Freezing cold water covered Sam's face. It ran into his nose and into his mouth. Sam felt like he couldn't breathe. He coughed, and water sprayed back out. He gasped, trying to get his breathing under control.

"Tell us what you know."

Sam was quiet.

The only reply to him was more water. It ran over his face and he held his breath, but something about the way the water was flowing gave Sam this light-headed feeling. He couldn't bring himself to breathe even though he realized that the water wasn't actually chocking him. It just felt like it was. Either way, he couldn't hold his breath for much longer. But soon enough it stopped.

"Had enough?" Angel asked.

Sam couldn't see it, but Sugar shook her head. "Do it again."

Obeying, Angel poured water again. This time it was actually chocking him. It flowed into his nose again and he could feel it slipping into his throat and cutting off his air. Sam couched violently. So hard his chest burned and his nose stung. His squeezed his hands into fists as he tried to fight the sensation, but it failed miserably.

"Start talking!"

Sam couldn't talk even if he wanted to. After four solid minutes of 'almost drowning' Sam didn't have energy to do anything; and the freezing temperature didn't help any. It only made matters worse. The water was freezing cold, the room as freezing cold, Sam was freezing cold. He could feel his body shake vigorously. Sam's breath became shorter and shorter until they turned into puppy-like panting. His stomach hurt and all the water and coldness gave him the worse migraine you could ever imagine.

The water stopped and repulsively Sam sucked in a huge breath of air, but it only felt like a stabbing in his chest. He let it out slowly but it only made it feel worse.

"He's not talking. What now?" Angel asked Sugar.

Angel shrugged, filling up the bucket to water Sam again. Sugar put her hand on Angel's arm. She shook her head.

"I don't think he can take anymore."

Both Angel and Sugar look down at Sam. His breathing uneven and labored. His hands were no longer curled into fist, instead they lay loosely.

Sam could feel them unhooking him from the board. Angel takes the mask off of Sam's head and loosens the strap that was keeping his neck steady. Once it's off, Sam's head falls to the side. His face, hair and upper body are all wet. His body shook. His eyes were heavy and were begging him to let them close. He had to will himself over and over to keep them open.

Just outside the door, there was yelling. Something about it seemed familiar to Sam.

"Where the hell is my brother you freaks?"

If Sam had the energy, he would've smiled. Dean was here.

There was more yelling and the sound of things being dropped.

The heavy door swung open. The yelling got louder.

"Don't fucking touch me!"

There were sounds of a scuffle and someone falling to the ground.

"Sam!"

More sounds.

"Sam! What the- get off me! What the hell are you doing? Unchain me! Sam!" Dean yelled, trying to break free from Ronald's grip. He had found Dean in the slide about ten minutes ago and felt it was best if he brought him down here so they could keep an eye on him.

"Sam, answer me!"

His eyes got heavier. Sam would if he could, but he just didn't have the energy. He was too tired.

He could hear the sound of the chain ruffling as Dean pulled on it rapidly. "Let me go!"

Sam felt arms around his sides, lifting him.

He was raised and fling over someone's shoulder.

"Put him down, you bastard!"

He was being moved. The sharpness of the person's shoulder dug into his stomach, making him feel worse.

Then he was being lowered and into someone's arms. Someone who was much gentler and warm. The person wrapped their arm around his shoulder.

"Damn it," someone cursed. Dean. "He's freezing."

Sam heard footsteps walking away.

"Well aren't you going to help him?" Dean yelled, anger in his voice. "You can't just leave him like this!"

More footsteps,but they were fading.

"Dagger will be here in about an hour. He will tend to him," A mysterious voice said just before a door slamed shut.

Instantly after that, the lights were cut and they were in complete darkness.

But that didn't matter much to Sam.

Darkness is just what he wanted.

What's gotten into Sugar? I thought she was the nice one... Oh well. No one's really nice nowadays, right?

*Announcer's Voice* On Next Week's Episode: We get some background history on 'what' exactly are keeping Sam and Dean. It's unexpected, trust me. Don't tell anyone, but I read ahead (:

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