Dean paced through the woods as he continuously glanced at Gordon's phone, which was showing a green dot - indicating the location of Axel, well his phone to be exact.

Dean had one goal now, and that was to find his brother. He had left Gordon unconscious, but had made sure to securely tie him to the bark of a tree. He'd come back for him after he found Sam.

Dean was fearing what condition he would find Sam in. It was something he was dreading, and it was something he felt incredibly guilty about. He should have protected Sam, he should have been watching out for him. Instead, he let Gordon's sidekick get the better of him.

As he continued his trek out of the woods and towards the location the green dot displayed, he glanced up at the midnight sky, which was only illuminated by the glistening stars and the bright half moon. It was an ironic metaphor, Dean thought, light in the darkness. Dean could only hope that he would bring whatever light he could and save Sam from whatever that bastard was doing to him.

It wasn't before long Dean had made it out the maze of trees, and was now facing a large house, seemingly in the middle of a field.

It looked as if many generations had laced the walls with intricate spider webs, which now hung like dusty rags. If it weren't for the fact that it was probable in keeping his brother hostage, Dean would have thought of it as a resemblance of an old family home. The house embraced deep shadows from the night, with a couple old - what appeared to be - Mustangs parked disorderly around it.

Dean knew better than to charge in through the front door, and so walked round the back.

He was met with a trap door that looked to lead into the house through a basement. Without hesitation, he pulled it open and climbed down through it, closing it gently behind him.

As Dean descended down the steps, he stopped as a creak reverberated through the room due to his footing. He could barely see past a few metres - the darkness in this room seemed to mirror the outside atmosphere - and after a few seconds of silence, he decided it was okay to carry on.

As he walked the length of the room, he realised there was no one in here, and saw two doors leading in opposite directions. Based on his intuition, Dean went through the left one.

As soon as he opened it, the smell of blood met his nostrils, and Dean's apprehension soared.

Hold on Sammy, I'm coming.

Sam hadn't moved since Axel had last left. He had given in to the welcoming darkness and was now unconscious. It was a sort of relief really, for him, it meant he wouldn't have to feel the constant penetrating pain. If he was passed out, well maybe that's for the best.

That was what went through Sam's mind mere moments before closing his eyes.

The room's dim light was still on, outlining the blood covering Sam and the floor. By a miracle, Sam's shirt was still on, but it was barely covering the harm that was done. Some of his wounds had stopped bleeding, but other more severe ones, such as the deep gash against his chest, was still oozing the red liquid; the dripping sound evident as it dropped occasionally to the floor.

Sam needed the rest. It wasn't going to do him much good considering, but he needed it. Not only for the physical pain but mentally as well.

Seconds of Sam being passed out turned into minutes, which then turned into an hour.

Axel hadn't bothered to even check in on him. He knew Sam was out of it, but he was also missing seeing the youngest Winchester cry out in pain. Oh well, he'd do it later. He did say how he was going to kill him slowly.

The door opened, and Sam unconsciously grimaced. He was so accustomed to the opening of the door and what followed after, that even in his state right now, his mind acted out an unpleasant reaction.

But it wasn't Axel this time.

Dean walked through the door, and halted in his tracks after seeing Sam for the first time since his abduction.

He stared at his little brother, trying not to break down at what he saw.

It was horrible…

Sam was covered in harsh and deep slashes, blood was almost everywhere, tools that had been used on him were coated in blood and scattered carelessly on a tray. He was tied, hands behind him in a chair. And what he looked like, petrified Dean, because he very much appeared dead…

"Sammy! Oh god-" Dean stuttered, advancing towards his brother as fast as he could.

His hands reached Sam's neck, and Dean visibly flinched at how cold his brother was.

"I got you. I'm here little bro" Dean said, struggling on what to say.

Tears were brimming in the hunter's eyes, and Dean had to just let them fall.

'I'm so sorry Sam' was a constant mantra going on in his head.

He lifted his brother's head up, and he whispered how everything was going to be okay.

"You gotta wake up Sammy, please." Dean begged, as he got up from his crouched position in front of Sam and made his way behind him where he could untie his hands.

Dean struggled to keep his hands steady as he undid the chains from Sam's bloody wrists.

"I swear I'm gonna tear that son of a bitch apart for what he did-"

"I don't suppose you mean me?" Came an unfamiliar, leering voice behind Dean.

Dean whipped around in time to see a punch being thrown at him. Ducking at the right moment, he grabbed the arm of the stranger and threw him with ease as he crashed against the wall.

"My my, Gordon was right."

Dean stared daggers at him, and his first intent was to kill him on the spot. This had to be Axel.

"I'll kill you for what you did to my brother, you sick-"

"Winchester, your brother has been a delight for me, and you just interrupted me going to dear Sam and tearing his guts out."

Dean's angry glare changed into one full of despair as he looked back at his broken brother.

Looking back at Axel, his face now determined, he didn't waste a moment as he advanced a second attack.

Axel's eyes widened and he barely dodged the attack. Still reeling from the previous fall, he didn't bother to waste energy on hand to hand combat and quickly reached to his waist where his only weapon was.

As he brought the gun out with confidence, Dean had just enough time to register that fact and managed to kick the weapon out of Axel's hands.

He stared dumbly for a moment as the gun clattered somewhere across the room.

Oh crap… were his final thoughts.

Dean had let out all his frustration, guilt, and regret as he incessantly punched Axel with increasing strength to the point where he coughed out blood continuously, and soon breathed no more.

Dean stood breathing heavily as he glared at the motionless figure, with blood covering his face.

"You deserved a lot worse than that…" Dean spat at him with loathing.

Now that he was out of the way, Dean could avert his full attention back to his brother.

"Alright kiddo let's get you out of here, yeah?" Dean said, holding his unconscious, bleeding brother with attentiveness.

He hoisted Sam out the chair, and kept him upright and standing, while Dean took hold of his waist and began to walk with him. Though Sam's weight was all on Dean, he didn't mind one bit.

Getting out the house had been a struggle, but not impossible. As Dean walked out the building of horrors, Sam still passed out and bleeding, he began to approach one of the Mustangs.

Dean smiled when he approached one of the cars, squinted his eyes and saw the keys still in the ignition.

He kept a firm grip on Sam as he opened the passenger door and carefully seated him there.

Rushing to his side, he sat down behind the wheel, and didn't waste any time in getting out of the taunting area.

Dean glanced at Sam every few minutes, his gaze softening each time.

He was willing Sam to wake up, but also knew that when he did, he was gonna face the pain all over again. The best thing to do for now, was get to the Impala, find a hotel and fix Sam up himself. It's not that he didn't trust the hospital, but they were Wanted, they didn't have their IDs, and the questions that would follow as to what had happened would be too overwhelming to make an excuse of.

"Dean?"

Dean turned to his brother rapidly, and was relieved and shocked to see his eyes open.

"Sammy, thank god…"

"What happened?" Sam asked weakly.

Dean breathed in deeply, and decided to leave that question hanging in the air for now. He didn't want to immediately tell Sam what had happened with Axel and Gordon. Hell, Sam doesn't seem alert enough to remember what happened to him. But he would. Whether today or tomorrow, his brain would find those lamentable memories soon enough. But Dean would be there with him. He'd help his little brother every step of the way.

Dean smiled warmly at his brother, and Sam stared confusedly and innocently back at him.

This was all that mattered now. His brother, back with him and by his side.

The End.

Sooo I'm thinking, should I make a Sequel to this story and base it on Dean taking care of Sam and his recovery, but then Gordon also making a comeback? I have a sort of plan but I'm not 100% sure if I should make it cos I also want to focus now on Standing With You, cos for that I'm planning on making it a long story ;)

But it's up to you guys if you wanna Sequel, if you guys do then I'll start writing it around 1st July? But then again, it's up to you! So lemme know what ya think!

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