Johnny Angel Ch. 20

Disclaimer: See chapter one

Author's Note: There is a torture scene in this chapter. I have a warning typed in bold letters where it starts and then again in bold letters where the torture scene ends for those who wish to skip it.

Previously: "You won't lose me Dean," Sam whispered as he continued to fiddle with his blanket by pulling at a loose string.

"You're damn right I won't because you're going to talk to me whether you like it or not. I swear Sam, if you don't start talking now I am going to initiate the mother of all chick flick moments and it won't be pretty," Dean smirked to hide the intense worry he was feeling. "Come on little brother, talk to me."

"You know, I'm really exhausted right now, so if you don't mind, I think I'll take a nap," Sam stated just before rolling onto his side with some difficulty and faking a huge yawn in the hope that Dean would leave him alone and they could just pretend the previous conversation never happened.

"Okay Tiger, you asked for it," Dean stated as he climbed into Sam's bed and molded himself around his baby brother so he could pull him in for a cuddle.

"Dean, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Sam gasped aloud as his cheeks tinged a deep red with embarrassment at having his older brother openly cuddling him like a huge teddy bear.

"I warned you Dude. You either talk to me or were going to have the world's biggest hugfest until you feel comfortable enough to talk," Dean answered as he kissed his baby brother on the back of the head. Of course, he knew his reputation would be shot to hell if anyone saw them together like they were, but he'd do whatever it took to get Sammy to talk to him.

"Damn it Dean, let me go. Somebody might come in," Sam swore, as he used what little strength he had gained to try and pull away from the hug that Dean had him in.

"So let 'em," Dean voiced as he tightened his hold with the fear that he could truly lose his baby brother if he didn't get Sam to talk to him soon. "I not letting go until you talk to me kiddo so you might as well get to yapping."

Sighing despondently, Sam knew he his big brother meant what he had said and that he wasn't getting out of this one as easily as he had hoped. He was going to have to talk to Dean about what happened to him down in the cage whether he liked it or not, but hey, at least he had control over what he would reveal. "Okay, you win. Just, just give me a minute to get myself together, okay?"

"Sure kiddo, whatever you need," Dean agreed readily, palming the nape of Sam's neck and giving it a light squeeze of support before disentangling himself from his brother to give Sam a little breathing space. He knew damn well how hard it was going to be for Sam to have to relive the memories of his time in the cage, especially since he still fought with his own memories of his own atrocious time in hell.

Listening in from the other side of the room where he was supposedly still sleeping, Bobby couldn't help but feel a huge amount of relief in knowing that his boys were finally going to talk. It had worried him more than he cared to admit having to watch Sam suffer through the terrors that were haunting his dreams on a nightly basis. He knew the nightmares would eventually destroy the kid he knew and loved and he just couldn't deal with losing another person he loved. Nearly shuddering at the idea, he had just managed to rein in his emotions to keep the boys from finding out he was awake when he heard Sam begin to talk.

"It wasn't what they did to me that broke me in Hell, it was being forced to watch them hurt the ones I loved," Sam began as his eyes took on a look as if he were somewhere else instead of right there with his brother. "I mean, yeah, it hurt like hell when they filleted the skin from my body layer by layer, but it was seeing the things they did to you, to Jess, to Mom and Dad that nearly caused me to lose my sanity."

"Like what Sammy, what did they do?" Dean encouraged Sam to continue when his baby brother hesitated to go on.

(Torture scene ahead if you wish to skip this part.)

"They uh, they made me watch as they str-stripped you naked and then secured you to this wo-wooden rack that was designed to literally te-tear your body apart as they cr-cranked the handles on it," Sam said shakily as he reached up to tug the fingers of his left hand through his disheveled chestnut colored hair. "But of course they never took it that far. They enjoyed hearing you scr-scream too much to allow you the dignity of dy-dying. No, they would always stop at the point where your bo-bones dislocated with a loud snap," Sam whispered, his body visibly shuddering at the memory.

Knowing that his brother would clam up if he said anything now, Dean held his tongue, but offered what little support he could by laying a hand on Sam's leg and allowing it to rest there. He knew Sam needed the contact with him just as much he himself needed the contact with Sammy.

"I be-begged them to stop, told them I would do anything if they would just le-leave you alone, but they wouldn't listen." Sam continued as tears started to roll down his face relentlessly. "They uh, they picked up this pole that had this uh, this cl-clawlike thing attached to the end of it, and then they raked it across your ch-chest, your stomach and your, uh, your groin area. God Dean, that thing sh-shredded your flesh and tore off your gen-genitals and they, they…." Sam cried, no longer able to talk since his mind shut down at having to relive in vivid detail the horror of what the demons had done to his brother.

(Torture scene over)

Crawling onto the bed with his brother once again, Dean pulled Sam to his chest and began rocking his brother back and forth in a comforting motion as his brother sobbed brokenly. "Shhh, it's okay kiddo, you're going to be okay, I've got you," Dean voiced around the huge lump that was lodged in his throat as silent tears trailed down his face. He wanted nothing more than to march straight into hell and kill every one of those demon bastards for subjecting his baby brother to such horrors.

Rocking his younger sibling until Sam's tears finally stopped and exhaustion overtook his baby brother, Dean gently lay back against the headboard with Sammy firmly entrenched in his arms, silently praying to a God he wasn't sure he believed in that his touch would keep his brother nightmare free, if only for tonight.

"You're right ya know, he is going to be okay," Bobby murmured in agreement, pushing himself up into a sitting position on the cot had had been using for a bed and looking at Dean.

"I knew you were awake over there when I heard the change in your breathing pattern," Dean whispered with a tight smile. "Guess you heard all of that huh?

"Yeah. Ain't no damned wonder the kid has been suffering from night terrors for a while now," Bobby stated as he swiped a calloused had across his beard covered jaw.

"How the hell am I supposed to get him through everything they put him through down there Bobby? With what he's just told me, I know he is holding back worse and I don't know if he'll ever be willing to talk to me about it," Dean queried as he looked up at Bobby with expectant eyes.

"You do what you've always done, just be there for the kid," Bobby answered as if the answer were as plain as day. "All the boy has ever needed to get through every trial and tribulation he has faced is you by his side, ya idjit."

"Yeah, I guess," Dean agreed, hoping that his hunting friend was right.

"Of course I am. Now why don't you get some sleep yourself. You're going to need it tomorrow to help Sam with his physical therapy," Bobby replied as he stood up and stretched the kinks out of his back. "I've got this watch covered."

"Thanks Bobby," Dean replied, closing his eyes even though he firmly believed there was no way he'd be able to sleep tonight. Of course, his body didn't know that.

"Anytime Ace," Bobby retorted softly as he watched the elder of the two Winchester siblings succumb to sleep. Dean would need all the rest he could to get Sammy through the coming days ahead.

TBC Sorry for the short chapter, but it just seemed like the right place to end it.