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Last Time...
Sam volunteered to be the Adlet's punching bag in place of Dean.
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- Chapter Fourteen :
Angel and Ronald both tightened their grip on either of Dean's arms as they literally swept him off his feet and dragged him down the hall. They exchanged eye contact for a minute before fixing their eyes forward, not responding to Dean's resisting nature. It wasn't until now when Dean actually seen first hand how strong they actually were. He was sure there would be semi-permanent hand prints on his arms when all of this is over. Dean wasn't even resisting much at this point and he wasn't sure why they still refused to put him closer to the ground to walk himself. He felt the toes of his feet brush against the floor ever so often, but it wasn't close enough to be able to walk. Dean pulled both his arms, trying to have them loosen their grip but the only tightened it. His arms were throbbing as they continued down the hall. On either side of them were doors and Dean couldn't help but wonder which room they put Sam in.
"What the hell are you doing?" Dean questioned, struggling in their grip again. Neither of them answered ; they simply kept moving.
Finally, they came to the final thick door and Ronald opened it slowly, as if trying to add more suspense to the the whole situation. He looked over at Angel for a brief seconds before pushing the door open. As soon as it was ajar, the horrible smell of blood ran out the room and masked Dean's face. He leaned to the side coughing. The smell didn't seem to have an effect on Angel and Ronald whatsoever. Dean tried to pull back, suddenly worried about what may be inside waiting for him. He was escorted forcefully inside and to the right of the room. Even though Dean struggled some more for what it's worth, but it didn't really accomplish anything but Ronald and Angel squeezing his arms tighter, cutting off his circulation. When they got to the wall Angel have his a quick shove and Dean stumbled to the ground without much of a fight. The smell was really getting to him. He coughed again. A second later, Ronald and Angel were shackling his feet to the ground, ensuring that he'd stay in one place. Dean tugged at the chains on his feet even though his gut told his that they wouldn't budge. To no one's surprise: they didn't. Quietly and sort of creepily, Ronald and Angel simply walked away, leaving Dean in the darkness. He couldn't really see anything. He could barely see his hand in front of his face. Very faintly he could see some movement in the dark but wasn't positive of what it was. Dean was worried. Not for himself, though, but for Sam. He wasn't sure where he was or if he was alright. Sure, Ronald had said earlier that Sam was okay, but Dean couldn't trust his word. Letting his head fall back onto the brick wall that surrounded the room they were in, Dean sighed. He was chined in a blood-smelling room. There was no escape. Not now, that is. So Dean figured he had nothing else to do but wait.
Just then, a light came on. A single light. But what it illuminated made Dean forget how to breathe. What he seen was Sam with his hands tied tightly and that same rope was hanging his from the ceiling. His head was bowed into his chest, Dean was unable to see his face. Sam's hands were red from being hung and tied that way. He seen his hands squeezed into tight fists, the strain on his hands becoming more and more hurtful. The light above him made his hair sort of shine and outlined his body in a way that reminded Dean of an angel or something. Which was quite ironic. Sam's feet barely touched the blood-stained floor. He swayed back and forth slightly and Dean could only imagine it made his arms hurt even more. Dean noticed that they had removed the long, white bandages that Dagger had wrapped around Sam's torso. He could see them laying on the ground a few feet away from Sam. Considering the circumstances, Sam's cuts and bruises looked better. Dagger did a pretty good job, but Dean would never tell him that to his face because no matter how many good deeds he does for them, Dagger is still a part of the Adlets and will always have the potential to be dangerous and untrustworthy. Dean pressed his hand to his chest, trying to take in a breathe. Looking around, Dean couldn't see anyone's shadow but his own and Sam's. Where the hell did Angel and Ronald go? Surely, they wouldn't just leave Sam and Dean in here alone. That's too easy.
Even though he was unsure of Sam simply had his head down or if he was unconscious, Dean took his chances. He gathered his voice and cleared his throat a little. "Sam?"
Almost like his voice was some kind of password, two more lights came on. Dean squinted at them, and looked around the room. Ronald walked over to him with a smug smile on his face. He crouched down in front of Dean.
"Get the picture yet?"
Dean swallowed hard. He kept eye contact with Ronald.
"What the hell did you do to him?"
Ronald looked over at Sam then back at Dean. He shrugged and smiled. "We just made him sleep for a while, that's all. You should be thanking us, he needed the rest, you know. Poor kid was exhausted."
Dean looked over Ronald's shoulder and up at Sam again. He still hadn't move yet and Dean could feel his heart beginning to race. He did all he could to keep himself under control. Dean opened his mouth to say something but he suddenly lost his voice when he seen Angel open a door in the back and pull out a whip. Dean's eyes went big and he shook his head.
"No," Dean says.
Ronald smiles. "Yes."
Angel smacks the whip on the ground hard and Dean jumps. He circles Sam slowly, taunting Dean more than anything.
"No," Dean repeats. "Just- do it to me... he can't go through this again. Take me, okay? I won't even fight you, I promise."
Ronald takes a glance at Angel and they both laugh a little. Dean's face showed confusion; obviously he didn't get the joke. Ronald looks back over to him and pats Dean's shoulder, shaking his head. "That's nice of you, Hund. But you see, Liebling already insisted that we punish him instead."
Dean shook his head. "Instead of what."
Angel sighed. "Instead of you, dumbass."
Ronald nodded as he stood. "You got one hell of a brother, kid."
Dean let out a shaky breath. Sam was doing this for him?
Angel continues to circle Sam as he stares coldly at Dean. He smiles at him and twirls the whip in his hand slowly, watching Dean's eyes follow it.
"We're just gonna ask you a few questions," Angel says softly. "And if you answer wrong..."
Dean swallows hard.
Angel smiles and gestures to Sam. "Well, he pays the price. Sound fair?"
Dean was silent for a minute. A minute too long, apparently. Angel slammed the whip on the ground, centimeters from Sam's body. Dean held his breath.
"I think he asked you a question," Ronald says scratching his deep red hair.
Nodding, Dean says "Yeah," trying to say anything from keeping Angel from hitting Sam.
Ronald and Angel exchange looks for a minute before Angel finally speaks up. "Are you gonna tell us the truth?"
Swallowing hard Dean shakes his head 'yes'.
Angel cocks back, gritting his teeth, and slams the whip against Sam's back. Instantly, Sam cried out and Dean squeezed his eyes shut.
"I said yes!" he yelled, angry.
Angel shook his head and shrugs. "Just making sure you were telling the truth."
Dean breathed in and out sharply, trying to sat calm.
"Did you come here with your father?" Ronald asked.
"Yes."
Angel smiled.
"Do you know what your father had planned for us?"
Dean shook his head. "My Dad isn't planning anything."
Angel's face showed anger. "Wrong," he says in a cold, hard voice.
Using a great deal of strength, Angel made the whip come in contact with Sam's stomach three times. Dean could see Sam biting his lip, trying to not make a sound as he was hit. The wounds that were beginning to heal had broken open again and the deep red blood was oozing out of them and sliding down Sam's stomach. Dean cringed, looking away. But he soon found it impossible when Ronald took hold of his head, forcing him to look at Sam. Angel cocked back again.
Kwa-tish!
Kwa-tish!
Kwa-tish!
Three more heart-ripping times, Angel made his whip hit Sam's stomach. His brother cried out in pain, but held back the urge to scream at the top of his lungs. Dean tired to look away, he needed to, but Ronald's hand wouldn't allow that. He tried to cover his ears, try to black some of this out, but Ronald wouldn't allow that either. He made Dean sit and watch; and being chained to the floor make him feel helpless and unworthy of even thinking about saving Sam. Dean looked up at Sam's hands. They were curling and uncurling into fists slowly. Dean guessed that was Sam's way of trying to control the pain. Sam's eyes were closed and Dean thanked all the Pie-Lords for that ; because he knew that if Sam actually looked at him, he couldn't take it. Sam would stare at him with those eyes and have that look that no one-Dean included- couldn't give in to. But Dean thinks that Sam know that. From what he can tell from his all-too-close seat on the floor was that Sam was doing all he could to not make this worse for Dean than it already is; which made Dean feel even worse. Dean should be the one trying to make this easier for Sam. He's the one getting beat again after all. But no, both of them knew that this was just as hard on Dean as it is on Sam... maybe worse.
Kwa-tish!
Angel took a second to look over at Dean.
"Are you really that much of a suck-up to your father that you'd rather watch your little brother, who's already taking the beating for you, than to just tell us what your father is planning?" Angel asked in a cold voice. His words swam around in Dean's mind for a moment, making him feel horrible about himself. Dean shook his head, but it had no used.
Kwa-tish!
Ronald leaned in closer.
"You know," he starts in a creepy voice. "I'm not even sure about turning you anymore... I don't even think you're worthy of it. But Liebling on the other hand, well, I'm more interested in making him one of our own than I have ever been." Ronald leans in a little closer. "He deserves better than you and you know it."
"We don't know anything! We don't know anything! How many times to we have to say it!"
Kwa-tish!
Angel cocks an eyebrow at Dean. "Want me to stop?" he taunts.
He doesn't even give Dean a chance to answer before he hits Sam again.
"Huh?" Angel questions. "I can't hear you..."
Ronald leans in again. "You know you're calling the shots here, right? Just tell us what we want to hear... and we'll leave your brother alone."
Ronald puts his hand on Dean's shoulder. "C'mon kid, spit it out."
From the corner of his eye, Dean seen Angel cock his arm back further than he'd seen before; and he could see the darkness and hatred in his eyes as he gathered all his strength.
KWA-TISH!
That one must've been loud enough for everyone in the McDonalds to hear. Dean watched as everything seemed to happen in slow motion. He seen the whip crash against Sam's stomach as seen as it broke skin and started bleeding. The blood was like a waterfall as it tumbled down Sam's midsection and onto the floor-
- - and Sam screamed at the top of his lungs. It was a blood stopping, ear popping, heart ripping, stomach churning scream that was enough to be the hand to push Dean over the edge.
Dean jumped.
"Alright, alright, stop!" Dean yelled, slamming his hand on the ground. "I'll tell you, okay? Just stop...please?"
Almost immediately Angel looks over to Ronald for approval before he says, "Okay."
Dean dropped his head for a moment, buying him time. He needed something that sounded real and he needed it quick.
"My Dad," he says. "He's been talking about you guys for months. But me and Sam... we never knew that you guys were. I couldn't tell you that they're planning; honestly, I couldn't. But I can tell you that keeping us like this had pissed my Dad off, and he will come for you," Dean turned his head to the side, keeping calm. "I bet he's on his way right now. You see, doing all of this to us is nothing to what he's gonna do when he sees what you did to my brother." Dean looked at both of them, and for a split second he seen fear in their eyes. "He and some other hunters are hot on your trial. I guess they've spotted you before you've spotted us, maybe. I'm not sure how much they know; but they know, and they will come for you. Did you think that you could just take us and not be hunted for it?" Dean shook his head. "That's all I know, I swear. Sam knows less than me, so questioning him in the first place was useless."
Ronald and Angel exchange looks.
"Now put him down," Dean says in a strong voice, gesturing to Sam who is still hung by his hands from the ceiling.
Ronald gives Angel a nod and he reaches up and pulls the rope and Sam goes crashing to the ground. Dean watches as his body goes face first to the ground. He couldn't even put his hands out because they were still tied and probably hurt like hell, too.
Just as Angel exited the room, Ronald unchained Dean's legs, setting him free. Dean moved as fast as he could to Sam in the middle of the room.
The Adlets exited the room slowly.
"It's about time you told us what we wanted to hear," Ronald says coldly.
Angel nods.
"We'll get Dagger in a little bit."
The heavy door was closed and multiple locks could be heard on the other side. Once they were sure they were gone, Dean lifted Sam's head onto his arms, but he didn't even try to wake him. He was out cold, that was obvious. The only thing that kept Dean remotely sane was the fact that he could feel Sam's stomach expanding and contracting quickly than slowly against his and Sam's breath hitting his arm.
And in that moment something in Dean finally snapped. He had to give himself a hand for holding it together this long. But they had gone too far. Dean was at a point of no return. He was out for blood and wouldn't stop until all of them were dead.
*All Jokes Aside*
John pounded hard on Bobby's door.
"Bobby, it's me! Open up!"
The door swung open and Bobby looked up at him sleepily.
"John? What the-"
"Something's got the boys," John cut in. " I need your help."
For a moment, Bobby looked at him suspiciously. He went behind the door and came back with a silver liquor bottle in his hand. He pointed it toward John, but he declined.
"Bobby I don't have time for this-"
But Bobby didn't care. He pushed the bottle out further. "I just need to be sure."
Aggravated, John took a long sip from the bottle and handed back to Bobby. When he didn't blow smoke or cripple to the ground in pain, Bobby was more accepting.
He nodded at him and smiled.
"I'll get my things. You can explain on the way."
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