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Last Time...
John leaves when he gets a call from 'Dean'... and the real Dean is in some trouble of his own: he just had 'lightbulb' torture. Also, he and Sam were given their new names.
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-Chapter Eight:
"Stop moving and it won't hurt so much," Dagger says softly as he pulls the stitches through the side of Dean's mouth. Dean tries to say something but then the pain hits him hard and he's silenced. Sam sits next to him, his mouth open slightly as he watched Dagger closely, a look of disgust written on his face. He looked tired, like his eyes would close any second and he'd fall asleep. His head rocked backwards and forwards ever-so-slightly in his will to keep awake.
Dagger pulled the line one more time, closing the biggest gash in Dean's mouth. Dean breathed in sharply and mumbled something that sounded like 'this is fucking ridiculous', but neither Dagger nor Sam were sure. Dagger brought scissors to Dean's mouth and cut the line and tied the ends of it. He puts everything back into his bag and brings out a bottle of water and puts it to Dean's mouth.
"Drink this."
With Dagger's help, Dean washes out the blood in his mouth with water and spits it back out. Dagger puts the bloody needle into his bag and zips it up.
"I'm sorry," Dagger says, eyeing the floor.
Dean shrugs. "For what?"
"For Angel and Ronald and Sugar. They're not as accepting as me and Harvey are."
Sam leans back, resting his head on the wall. He waved his hand. "It's not your fault. You didn't do anything."
Nodding, Dagger stands. "I understand, but you won't get an apology from them, so I decided to give you one on their behalf."
Shrugging, Dean says, "Wasn't really expecting one, Dag."
Looking over his shoulder, Dean inspects Sam. He looks a little worse. Maybe he's just tired? Either way, Dean was getting worried. Dean takes the water bottle he just drank from and handed it to Sam.
"Drink some of this. You need it," he instructs.
Sam reaches out and takes the bottle. He drinks some and puts it on the floor next to him.
Holding up his handcuffed wrists, Dean gestures toward Dagger. "Hey, think you can help me out here?"
Dagger smirks a little and he reaches into the front pocket of his medical bag. Out comes a key and he unlocks Dean's wrists. Dean twirls his hands around for a second, getting the circulation running through them again. He sighs in relief and silently wishes that he could get something to stop the pain in his mouth. Dean nods his head toward Sam.
"He's not looking too good."
Dagger nods. He raises his hand to feel Sam's temperature but then stops short. Dagger's eyes go over to Dean. "Can I?" he asks, remembering how protective Dean was earlier when he tried to help heal Sam.
Dean nods. "Yeah," he says giving permission.
Quickly, Dagger lays three fingers on Sam's forehead.
"What're you doing?" Dean asks, curiosity in his voice. He'd never seen anything like this. It was weird to him. Everything was weird at this point.
"Calculating his fever," Dagger mumbles.
Dean nods. He watches Sam's facial expression, but it doesn't change. He just looked tired; that's it.
"Well?" Dean asks after a few seconds.
"Well what?"
Rubbing the side of his head, Dean replies, "How high is it?"
A second of silence passed before Dagger removed his hand. "It's about 101.2"
Dean cursed under his breath. How did it raise that much that quick? Dean shook his head. He put his hand on Sam's shoulder and turned his head back to Dagger who was reaching for something in his bag. "What can we do?"
Dagger didn't answer for a second, he was looking for something. He seemed to give up on what he wanted to find pretty quickly because his shoulders slumped forward slightly as he drifted his head back over to Dean and Sam. He pointed to the ice pack that was now on the floor.
"Keep that on him in the time frames that I told you. Have him drink the rest of that water. I'll do my best to get you a new one. And have him sleep," Dagger cranked his neck; his face showing slight sorrow. "I'm sorry but that's all I can do."
Dean looked down at Sam who was now resting his head on Dean shoulder and staring at the floor emptily, not even playing any attention to what Dean and Dagger were talking about.
"He needs medicine," Dean says, a hint of anger in his voice.
Standing, Dagger nods. "I'm aware."
Dean's raises an eyebrow. "Then get it."
"I am unable," Dagger informs softly. "I'm certain Ronald will oppose. I'm sorry."
"You wouldn't have to be sorry if you quit being his bitch, Dagger!"
Not replying, the overly sized man shakes his head and heads for the exit. He opens the heavy door and turns around toward them again.
"Ronald will not allow me to extend my help any further than this until you tell him what you know. I suggest you confess the first chance you get," Dagger says dryly.
Dean smacked the floor. "We don't know what you're talking about!"
Dagger shrugged his shoulders and adjusted his medical bag in his hand.
"Then I guess I can do nothing for you."
The door is slammed shut.
*All Jokes Aside*
"Just close your eyes. It's okay," Dean assures. He looks down at Sam who is lying by his side, staring at the ceiling. Every so often his eyes would drop close but a second later they would flutter open. Sam was struggling to keep awake and it was wearing him out even more. But he was stubborn that way. As long as Dean was awake he was determined to stay awake, too. Dean was sitting with his legs stretched out, Sam's head lying on them. With one hand, Dean held the ice pack on Sam's forehead hoping it was helping with his fever; with the other hand he rubbed his cheek, trying to make the pain subside from the newly implanted stitches.
Sam shook his head. "I can't. If I do I'll see him."
Dean took the ice pack off and a moment later felt Sam's forehead. He still felt the heat breaking through the coolness that lingered on his head. This fever was stubborn, just like Sam. Dean put the ice pack back on.
"Ronald?"
Sam nodded.
Dean shrugged. "Well I'm right here. He's not gonna get you."
Sam was silent. Dean pushed his shoulder with a smile. "I'm serious, man. Just go to sleep, I've got you."
Halfheartedly, Sam smiled a little, but Dean could feel his body relax a little as he closed his eyes. Dean smirked. He'd love to sleep right now, too, but there was no chance of that. Someone had to keep watch.
A couple of minutes passed and Dean removed the ice pack from Sam's head. He let it sit in his lap as he wrapped his hand in his shirt. His hand was freezing- scratch that- everything was freezing. It couldn't be more than forty-something degrees in here and both brothers were shaking slightly. It amazed Dean that even though Sam was shaking for the coolness of the room, that he still managed to have that sheen of sweat on his face.
Fatigue washed over Dean for a moment and he felt his head drop into his collar bone. He opens his eyes slowly to see Sam staring sleepily up at him.
"You can go to sleep, too, you know," Sam whispers, squinting his eyes at the light Ronald and his followers had left on.
Dean shook his head. "Gotta keep watch," he mumbles back. The coolness of the room washes over him and he shivers.
"You're cold?" Sam asks, a hint of surprise in his voice. Dean nods.
"Aren't you?"
Sam shakes his head. "Burning hot, actually."
Dean frowned. He reached over and grabbed the ice pack and places it on Sam's head. "Just go to sleep, okay."
Sam didn't argue he closed his eyes and within seconds he was asleep.
Dean sighed, many ideas of how to get out of here run across his mind, but he couldn't help but wonder why they even captured them in the first place. They kept saying that they wanted their information, but Dean and Sam had no idea what they were talking about. Obviously, they had the wrong brothers, but how would they convince these monsters that they had the wrong people?
Giving up on that thought, Dean fixed his eyes on the door. He was getting more and more tired by the moment.
"You gotta stay awake," Dean says to himself. "You gotta-"
Right in the middle of that sentence Dean fell asleep.
*All Jokes Aside*
"Everybody up!" Ronald yells, banging on the door to where the rest of his followers slept. He walked in boldly from upstairs as he banged on the wall to wake up everyone else.
Harvey woke up first, then Sugar and Dagger, last was Angel who had to be kicked awake by Sugar. Angel growled but then was silenced when Ronald shot him a warning look.
"What're we doing, Ronald?" Harvey asked.
Ronald smiled.
"You, Harvey, are going to go cook something for our friends downstairs. Then, me and Sugar are going to have a nice little talk with them. And if they don't give us what we want... well, lets just say I'll let Angel give them a little lesson."
They all laughed. Ronald clapped his hands once. "Alright, go, Harvey. Sugar come with me. Angel," Ronald shrugged. "Go make yourself useful. And Dagger, get your bag ready. We'll probably need you later."
Again, they laugh. All but Dagger, that is.
Ronald turns to go head where the boys were locked up.
"Today should be fun."
*All Jokes Aside*
Ronald and Sugar storm into the room. At first, Dean and Sam don't even notice their entrance, but when the heavy door comes into contact with the thick walls they both jolt upright.
"Wake up," Sugar says in a disgusted tone.
Dean rolls his eyes. "Good morning to you, too."
Sam nudges him, remembering what happened to Dean yesterday and didn't want it to happen again.
Sugar takes a few quick steps forward, her hair bouncing in the wind.
"You've got a smart mouth, kid."
Dean was silent.
Ronald took a step forward, gently pushing her back.
"Listen," he says. Even though he was trying to be nice, his voice was still the scariest thing Sam had ever heard. "I know we got off to a bad start. But all we want is for you to tell us what you know. See? I'm trying to be nice. I've got Harvey upstairs cooking you something to eat. You must be hungary. I know how much you humans need food." Ronald put air quotes around 'need'. "And once you tell us what you know, we'll be able to make you one of us."
Sam gulped. "What if we don't wanna be one of you?" he asks in a soft voice.
Both Ronald and Sugar laughed a little.
"It's not your choice, Liebling."
Sam was silent, refusing to respond to a name that's not his.
Ronald continued. "You're ours now. You're our property. We will do what we want, when we want, and you have absolutely no say in it."
Dean and Sam exchanged looks.
"Now listen," Ronald continues. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I have no problem with either. It's your choice."
The brothers were silent.
Ronald smiles.
"The easy way is just saying what you know. From there, it all smooth sailing. But if you decide to keep your mouths shut like you have been, then there'll be punishment just as it had been." Ronald's eyes shift from one brother to the other. Each of them had this fearlessness in their eyes, and quite frankly it pissed Sugar off. She took a step forward.
"I'm tired of your fucking games! We're in danger here and you're only slowing us down!" she screamed. Ronald put his hand on her shoulder, keeping her at a safe distance.
He shrugged. "Despite her yelling, she is correct."
Dean swallowed. "Who's putting you in danger?"
Sugar tried to leap toward him. "Your people, smart-ass!"
Sam shook his head. "You're wrong."
"Liar!"
Sugar lunges for them again, Ronald holds her back.
"We know about you and we know what you're capable of. We just don't know how and when your people will attack," Ronald explains as calmly as he could but it was pain to see that all of this was getting to him, too.
Dean smirks.
"Our people?"
Ronald rolls his eyes. "Humans."
Sam sits forward. "Just because we're human doesn't mean that we're the ones after you-"
"Silence!"
"No!" Sam yells back.
Shocked, Dean looks down at Sam with wide eyes. He puts his hand on his shoulder, telling him to calm down a little. He didn't want Sugar taking her anger out on him.
Ronald shakes his head.
"Fine," he growls. "The hard way it is."
Dean sits up. "Hey-"
"Angel!" Ronald calls through the open door. Upstairs, footsteps could be heard. Within moments Angel comes down the stairs, his Canine teeth are exposed proudly. Sam gasps as the sight of them. Angel walks into the room and gives Sam and Dean a quick glance before approaching Ronald.
Ronald points over to where Sam and Dean were on the floor.
"Take the little one," he says, his voice dark and evil again.
Instantly, Dean puts an arm in front of Sam. Angel walks over to them with an evil smile etched in his face.
"Back off," Dean warns, his eyes cold.
Ignoring him, Angel reaches down and grabs Sam's shoulder. Sam pulls back, kicking at Angel, but he's bigger and strong than Sam. Dean stands, shoving Angel back. Jogging over, Ronald takes hold of Sam and that's when he goes crazy.
Sam squirms and kicks wildly in the arms of the clown.
"Dean! Dean, please!" Sam yells, still resisting against the clowns hold.
Angel approaches Dean making distance between the two brothers. Dean punches Angel clean in the face, but he retaliates instantly by punching back.
By then, Ronald had taken Sam a few steps away, heading for the door.
"Dean, don't let him take me!" Sam pleads, still pushing back from Ronald. "Dean!"
Jolting forward, Dean tries to tackle Ronald, but the chain on his ankle doesn't allow him. He drops to his knees, cursing as his inability to help Sam.
"Damn it!" Dean yells, smacking the floor. He looks up at Ronald who was walking backwards with Sam in his arms, smiling.
"If you hurt him, I'll kill you!" Dean threatened.
Ronald smiled, not believing Dean's threat.
"I'm serious you bastard! Let him go!"
Ronald turns around and walks through the door.
"Sam!"
"Dean!" Sam's voice was getting smaller and smaller as he was being carried up the stairs.
"I'll kill you all!" Dean screamed at the tops of his lungs, his anger boiling over. He slammed his hand on the ground again and made an audible growl as he tugged at the chain on his leg again. "You hurt my brother and I'll kill you all!"
Sugar and Angel exit the room with faint smiles on their faces. They mumbled to themselves as the took one final look at Dean, yelling at the top of his lungs at them. They walk together through the door and close it.
And Dean's left alone, panic beginning to take over.
The only thing he could hear is the sound of Sam's screams echoing off the walls upstairs.
What'd you think they're going to do to Sam?
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