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Last Time...

After a little water torture, Sam and Dean are reunited...

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-Chapter Six:

"Hey; you okay?"

Dean sits on the dark. Sam's lying next to him with his back turned. He had rolled off Dean as soon as the attackers left the room. Sam hadn't said a word. Maybe he was too scared, or just too weak. Dean wasn't sure. Dean's gut was telling him to leave Sam alone for a while, he'll talk when he's ready; but Dean's heart was telling that he at least needed to check on him, make sure he's okay. Giving in to his heart, he reaches out and shakes Sam slightly.

"Sam," he calls.

Three seconds of silence goes by before he feels Sam roll over. In the darkness, he can't really see him. But he can feel Sam looking at him, waiting for him to finish. Dean know he needs to keep his voice down, there's no telling who's listening.

"How do you feel?" Dean asks.

Dean couldn't see it, but Sam shrugged. "I'll be okay. I'm just tired."

Nodding, Dean scratches the side of his head.

"What'd they do to you? Why are you wet?" Dean touches the sleeve of Sam's shirt as if it proved that Sam was still soaked with water.

Sam looked down at the floor. He didn't want to talk, really. Who knew water could do so much damage? Sam pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth before beginning to talk.

"You know what thing I was tied to?"

Dean nodded, but then remembered that they couldn't see each other and said, "Yeah."

"They held me down and put this bag thing over my head and it only had nose holes cut into it. I couldn't see anything," Sam swallowed. "Once they toes my hands and my feet, I heard water turn on. I didn't know what they were gonna do. They were talking to me, asking what I knew and stuff. They knew my name; they knew yours, too. Then they poured water on my face. Like, right into my nose and my mouth. I couldn't breathe. And I kept having this feeling... like I was gonna drown or something. I kept getting lightheaded. And they kept pouring the water and asking what I knew and who I belonged to and what we were planning." Sam shook his head. "I didn't know what they were talking about, so they just kept pouring the water. And just then I felt like I was gonna pass out, I mean, I couldn't breathe, they stopped. The girl said that I had enough...that's when you came in."

"Huh," was Dean's only reply.

Sam stayed silent.

"You know their names? The ones who did this to you?"

Sam stretched his leg out, trying his best to be comfortable on the hard, concrete floor. "Angel and Sugar."

Dean laughs a little. "That's ironic," he mumbled.

Smiling, Sam turns over onto his back. "So what're we gon' do?" his voice is tired and slow.

Shaking his head, Dean shrugs. "Dunno. We can't even find the door in this light, let alone try to make a getaway."

Sam didn't answer.

Remembering earlier, Dean slaps Sam's arm. "And where the hell did you go? I told you to stay in the slide."

Again, Sam stays silent. Dean shakes his head. "You don't listen, man," he mumbled.

"S'ry," Sam apologizes. "I got worried."

"No, you got scared."

Sam rolls his eyes. "Whatever."

There was silence. Dean grunted audibly, he knew this was no time to argue, but what else are they supposed to do in a pitch black room?

With his head still on the wall, Dean turns it in the direction was in. He touches his shoulder, getting his attention.

"I'm not mad at you; you know what, right?" Dean says.

Rolling on his side to face his brother, Sam looks up at him. "Yeah," he says, slight sarcasm in his voice.

"It's just that I told you to stay there so you wouldn't get hurt, Sam. Going out there was stupid," Dean speaks softly in an even, relaxing tone.

Sam would've sat up if he knew it wouldn't zap all the energy he had left. "But you when out there...," he contradicts.

Dean smiles. "I have the right to do something stupid."

"Why?"

"I'm older."

Sam's eyebrows scrunch together and his mouth drops. "That means nothing and you know it."

Dean nodded. "Sure it does. It means I gotta look out for you-"

"And I can't look out for you?" Sam asks. "Just because I'm younger doesn't mean I'm worthless, Dean."

Dean was quiet for a second. But before he could respond Sam continued. "You don't have to worry about me so much. I can handle it."

Laughing sarcastically, Dean brings his knees up to his chest. "Yeah, you handled almost drowning like a pro, Sammy."

Sam looked away.

Instantly, Dean felt bad. "Look, dude. I know you can fight; hell, I taught you. But all I'm saying is that these people are dangerous and I don't want them messing with you," Dean let out a sigh and searched his brain. Damn, he was bad at these types of conversations. "It's just... you're my little brother, Sam. You can try to look after me all you want, just know that I'm looking after you, too-"

Right then, a bring light same on suddenly, stinging both Dean and Sam's eyes.

Angel, Dagger, and Ronald walked through the heavy door. Angel clapped his hands with a smile. He shook his head at the brothers.

"You know," he says. He points at them. "It's little talks like that that make you humans too damn cute."

Dean shot Angel an evil glare.

"I take it you're Angel?"

He snapped his fingers. "Bingo."

Dean looks over Angel's shoulder to Ronald. Sarcastically, Dean waves at him. "Hey Ronnie."

Ronald walks over to Dean. Sam staggers back, not wanting to be anywhere near Ronald.

"You've got a smart mouth, kid."

Taking notice of Sam's body language, Ronald turns to him. "Awe, look. He's scared."

Ronald stretches his hand out, going to touch Sam. Dean gripped his wrist and twisted it. In his eyes, Dean stared coldly at Ronald, simply daring him to touch his brother.

"Back off," Dean warns, letting go of Ronald's wrist slowly.

Once Dean had completely released Ronald's wrist, Ronald punched Dean clean in the face.

Retaliating, Dean goes to swing back, but Ronald catches his fist and bends it backwards. Dean's face scrunches in pain, but he doesn't dare to cry out.

"I don't think you understand your place here," Ronald applies more pressure to Dean's twisted fist. "You are nothing but a pet, a servant, a slave here. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will tell us the information we want to hear and you'll do what we way, when we say."

Finding his voice, Dean chokes out, "Screw you."

Ronald punches him again. Dean holds the side of his face in pain.

"I will not accept that type of disrespect from you!"

Stepping in, Sam clears his throat. "What do you want from us?"

Letting go of Dean's wrist, Ronald turns toward Sam. He reaches out and touches the side of Sam's face, knowing that's all he has to do to scare the hell out of him.

"You must ask permission to speak."

Sam looked over at Dean.

"Fuck you," Dean blurts out. He blocks Ronald's smack.

Ronald smiles. "See?" he asks Angel and Dagger who stood in the same spot, watching all of this unfold. "I knew these two were gold."

Seeing no other way of getting on with this, Sam says, "Permission to speak?"

"Sam-" Dean says in a warning tone, telling him not to give in to what's happening.

From the corner of his eye, Sam gives Dean a look that tells him to shut up.

Ronald smiles. "Permission granted."

Sam looks at him with a weird look on his face. "What information do you want from us?"

"We want to know who you belong to and what are your plans for ones like us?"

Sam shook his head. "I don't under-"

Ronald smacks Sam in the side of the head.

"Silence!"

After a few seconds of silence Ronald continues. "We heard about you. And we know what you're capable of."

Dean shakes his head. "What the hell are you?"

Ronald smacks him. "You did not ask permission."

"Screw you and your permission," Dean mumbles.

Continuing, Sam says, "Permission to speak?"

Ronald nods.

"What are you?" he asks, not only did Dean want to know, but Sam was curious, too.

Ronald stands.

"Us?" he smiles. "We are Adlets."

Sam's face showed confusion.

"Adlets," Ronald repeats. "We're half Canine. We can take human form when we choose. You see, we were all once regular people. But we were turned into this. All turned by someone in higher power than any of us."

Dean chuckles. "You're a friggin' dog? Really?"

Ronald ignored him.

Sam nodded. "Why do you want us?"

"I've already told you. We want you're information, and once we get it, we'll want you completely. We will make you one of our own."

Both Sam and Dean exchanged glances.

"You're gonna turn us?"

Ronald shrugged. "If we choose. We could use strong ones like you."

Sam gulped.

Ronald shook his head. "But first we need to get to know you, and before that we need to tame you, and before that we need to break you."

Both brothers flinched a little.

"Just remember...we feast on blood. Human blood. And we will feed on you anytime we want," Angel chimes in from the background.

Sam swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry. "But- but if you feed on us...won't that turn us?"

Ronald shook his head. "It'll only turn you if we inject our venom into you. But our venom is something we can control. Unfortunately for you, you won't be able to tell if we injected our venom until at lease thirty minutes after we've already bitten you. Anytime we feed on you is your potential turning point."

Opening his mouth, Ronald allowed his Canine teeth to take place of his other teeth. His fangs resembled Vampire teeth, but they were much bigger. They glistened in the light.

Both Ronald and Angel laughed as they headed for the door.

"Dagger, check the little one. I can feel his fever from here. Once you're done, come back up. We need to start planning," Ronald instructs as he begins to exit the room.

Following orders, Dagger walks over to Dean and Sam and for the first time they notice that he carried a medical bag in his hand.

"Don't get too attached, Dag. I know how you are with these humans. Just remember what they are and what they're capable of," Ronald glared at the brothers quickly. "And most of all, remember that they won't be humans much longer."

With that, Ronald closed the door with a hard slam, leaving Dagger to tend to Sam.

Sooo...what'cha think? Oh yeah, and Adlets are something I found on the internet which said that they're humans with Canine-like instincts and impulses. They're supposed to be able to take the form of either a human or a Canine. So I took that idea and played with it a little to make it sort of fit the story. Hope you like it...

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