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Last Time...

-The Adlets locked Dean and Sam in separate rooms , hoping it would make them talk with the anxiety of not knowing what was happening to the other.

- Dean finds a loose screw on the ground and goes to work as he plans an escape for less than 24 hours.

You may now return to your regularly scheduled program (:

- Chapter Thirteen :

"You know, once you're one of us-"

Sam shook his head and looked away. He hated even the sight of Ronald ;everything from his deep red hair to his caking, chipped make up. His teeth were just about as yellow as the jumpsuit he was in. Dirt and what seemed like grease was splattered on him here and there. No wonder this place never has any customers. The thought of Ronald was enough to scare any child away. But to Sam, he hated him on a completely different level than just his fear. Sam truly hated him. From what Sam would tell, there's no reason for the Adlets to treat them like this. All they've been saying is that it may possibly have something to do with their father and that they want to turn him and Dean into one of them for one reason or another.

"We don't wanna be one of you." Sam answers softly but sternly , like a child refusing medicine.

Ronald looks away, fake shock in his eyes. He makes even contact with Angel who had positioned himself in the corner of the room. He stood with crossed arms and leaned on the thick wall. He kept his eye sight on Sam, giving him this weird tingling feeling. If Sam could, he's smack the smirk right off Angel's face. He stood up straight and fixed his feet, keeping a sharp eye on Sam. Ronald looked over at him briefly then back at Sam. He shown his yellow teeth as he tried to give a warm smile, but it only disgusted Sam if anything.

"When will you realize that it doesn't really matter what you think?"

Sam blinked hard. Ronald's voice got fuzzy all of a sudden. He shook his head hard, trying to bring some alertness back into his body. Slowly, he opened his eyes again but didn't make eye contact with Ronald. Instead, he studied the floor he was chained to. He thought about Dean and if he was alright. Neither Ronald, Angel, or Harvey had mentioned him yet and Sam was getting worried. Sam knew that Dean was strong and was probably minutes away from thinking of a master plan, but he couldn't help but worry. Being in here hasn't exactly been a cake walk and Sam can't see it getting any easier. There were five of them- including Dagger- but Sam wasn't exactly sure about how he felt toward Dagger. From the fizziness in his head, he sort of remembered Dagger being the only one to actually help them when they really needed it ; but Sam had to keep in mind that these animals want to hurt them and will stop at nothing to get what they want.

Ronald put his hand on Sam's shoulder and he flinched.

"I won't hurt you unless you give me a reason on," Ronald states, keeping his hand on Sam. Making sure he doesn't look at Ronald, Sam finds a spot on the floor and focuses on it.

He didn't even see Ronald's hand grab his chin roughly and make Sam look at him.

"This type of disrespect will only end in consequences."

Sam gulped. He remembered being whipped and being water-boarded and Dean with the 'lightbulb' torture ; what could be worse? What else could they possibly do?

Reluctantly, Sam's weary eyes meet Ronald's for a moment. And even though he tried to disguise it, Sam could still see the evil in Ronald's eyes.

"Here's the deal," Ronald says. He quickly looks back at Angel again then at Sam. "Either you tell me everything you know about what's going to happen, or we'll break every single bone in your brother's body."

Sam studied his eyes, trying to see any hint of a lie in them, but he found none. There was no way of telling if Ronald was fibbing or not, but Sam wasn't really into pressing his luck when it came to Dean. But what was he to do? He doesn't know anything!

Shrugging, Sam looks away. "I don't know what to tell you," he says softly.

Again, Ronald turns his face toward him. "Tell the truth."

Sam swallowed, he tried to think of something to tell them. Something that would sound legit, but there was no telling if they were going to ask Dean right after him; or if they asked him already. Sam and Dean were good, but they weren't that good. They can't think of a fake story and guarantee that the other one would say the exact same thing. Sam was out of options. So he settled for what Ronald wanted : he told the truth.

"We don't know," he says. Making himself look at Ronald was hard for two reasons: one, despite the fact that he had been controlling his fear and the urge to kick Ronald in the head, Sam was still scared whether he showed it or not; and two , he was suddenly dead tired. He had to keep blinking to ensure his eyes would stay open. Everything was tilting slightly and had a dizzy feeling to it. Sam tried to shrug it off and stay focused but it was hard. Making himself look down, he seen the white bandaged wrapped around his stomach and the deep red coloring that was expanding. Just as he looked down at it, he felt the pain again. His face scrunched and he shifted his body a little. Slowly, he breathed in and out.

Ronald looked at him questioningly.

"Liebling?"

Sam doesn't answer. He feels Ronald's hand on his shoulder and shrugs it off, making it fall to the ground.

"Listen," Sam says through clenched teeth. His stomach burned, his head was pounding, and his mind was beginning to get clouded again. He did all he could to have this sentence even make sense. "I don't know who told you about us, but they're wrong, okay? Me and my brother have nothing to do with whoever you guys are afraid of-"

Ronald's huge hand smacks the side of Sam's face, leaving a tingling sensation on his lips. He closed his eyes and took in a breath.

"We're not afraid of anyone. Do you understand?"

Sam opened his eyes slowly. "Whatever," he mumbles.

This time, Ronald lays a punch across Sam's face, just under his eye. Just from the impact of it, Sam could tell that it'll be black in a couple of hours.

Ronald stands, shaking his head.

"You know, I not a big fan of your attitude lately, Liebling."

Sam rolls his eyes.

Almost like he couldn't control himself, Ronald drops to his knees and wraps his hand around Sam's neck, pushing it back onto the wall. The darkness in his eyes told Sam the he wouldn't hesitate to kill him if he was pushed enough. Showing his canine teeth, Ronald growled audibly. In his ears, Sam could hear his heart beating and his blood flowing. All around, everything was beginning to get harder and harder to see and not being able to breathe didn't help any. With the hand that wasn't chained, he tried to pry Ronald's hand off his throat but he was no way near strong enough. The pressure that surrounded Sam's head was nearly unbearable. It literally felt like it was going to explode. Sam still pulled on Ronald's hand though, but it didn't so much of anything but use what little energy he had left.

Just when Sam felt he was about to pass out, Ronald's hand ripped from his throat and his airway opened up again. He gasped for air and coughed violently which only made matters worse from him. His stomach screamed in pain from the quick movements but he couldn't help it. Fighting the raging pain in his stomach, the clutching pain in his lungs and throat and the struggle to get air back into his body, Sam did all he could to stay conscious. He hunched over, his back raising and falling with each struggled breath he took in. He could feel all eyes on him, he didn't like that.

He could hear them talking.

"What the hell was that?" Angel asks Ronald in a surprised tone.

There was silence for a moment, then Ronald finally spoke up. "I guess I lost control of myself for a second."

Angel laughed. "You almost killed the kid."

"If that's what it takes..."

Everyone looked over at Ronald in awe.

"What?" Harvey asks, moving a little closer.

Sam can hear the darkness in Ronald's voice.

"I'm done playing games. I'm starting to think Angel and Sugar were right."

There was a moment of silence before Angel asks, "'Bout what?"

Ronald clears his throat, making sure Sam heard him perfectly. "I think it's time we simply beat the truth out of them."

Sam forced himself to look up at Ronald.

He cocked his eyebrow at Sam.

"You've had enough," he says, heading for the door. "But your brother on the other hand..."

Sam pulled at the chain around his wrist.

"No," he says as loud as he could with the pain still running though his body. Sam shook his head. "Leave him alone..."

Ronald stops in the doorway, a slight smile across his face.

"... please?" Sam says.

Ronald closes the door and walks back over to Sam.

"What're you trying to say?" he asks, amusement in his voice.

Sam sighed, holding one arm across his stomach.

"Just leave my brother alone. He didn't do anything to you. Whatever you're planning on doing to him... just do to me, okay?" Sam dropped his head a little, but kept steady eye contact with the clown.

Angel and Ronald exchange looks. Then they both set their sights on Sam. His face showed pain, but his eyes showed fearlessness. Ronald was quite shocked considering Sam's condition. Ronald would never admit this aloud, but he was kind of impressed at Sam's actions. The kid was pretty strong, even if he had to say so himself.

In the back of his mind, Sam knew he was nowhere near prepared for whatever was about to happen to him, but he'd much rather have it done to him than to Dean.

Right in the middle of his thoughts, he had seen Angel walking toward him. His face hard as stone as he unlocked Sam's wrist from the chain and lifted him. He walked out the door with Sam.

"Just remember you asked for it, kid..."

*All Jokes Aside*

Dean had just felt the handcuff slip off his wrist when the door swung open.

Ronald and Angel stormed in. Dean dropped the screw into the bed.

"Trying to escape?" Angel asks in a dark tone.

Dean didn't say anything. The answer to that question was pretty obvious. Did they really think that if they leave him in a room alone with a screw that he wasn't going to try to escape?

Both Ronald and Angel lifted him to his feet.

Dean struggled, trying to break out of their grasp.

"What the hell are you doing? Get off me!"

Both of the Adlets laughed a little as they pulled Dean along.

"Just relax," Ronald says. "We got something we wanna show you; but I can guarantee that you're not gonna like it. "

Uh-oh ! That can't be good, can it?

What do you think's gonna happen?

*Announcer's Voice* On next week's episode: Sam's just hanging around while Dean's seconds from digging out his eyes and breaking his eardrums.

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