Warnings and disclaimers: See chapter 1
Warning for torture and pain again.

Many thanks to CorieHall for the beta on this story.

Chapter 19 Pain central

Jeremy undid the last handcuff and flicked it away. Dean was panting through the pain and Sam had tears sliding down his face knowing to anyone else it looked like Dean was doing okay but Sam knew Dean so well he knew he was struggling to combat the pain and whatever had happened to him in the last week. Sam didn't think his admiration for his brother could get any higher but Dean was showing more grit and determination than he ever had. Sam was sure he would be screaming with pain even if Dean was in his sight but then again Dean was his protector and would stop Sam being hurt any way he could.

Sam had to blink tears out his eyes when he saw Dean wriggle his right hand a little back and forth. It had to hurt like hell for Dean to be doing it but Sam knew Dean was working on a way out and allowed himself a little bit of hope. If anyone could get them out of such a crappy situation, it would be Dean.

Jeremy flicked yet another silver spike in the air before catching it.
"What do you think Dean, am I giving you enough pain? It doesn't sound like it. You're hardly even sweating. Do you want me to get the whip out? Randy says you liked that. You even showed some pain made a little noise."
He leaned down over Dean's face.
"How's your back now Dean? Back sticking to the rubber? Stinging like hell? It's my brother's favorite weapon you know. Well that and a block of C4. He doesn't get to use it much though. Although today he has a nice fat bomb over there ready to blow your father into little pieces once we are finished with you." Jeremy pointed in the general direction behind Dean's head.
"Tell him from me he can jam it up his ass." Dean spat.

Sam had to keep his grin internal knowing Dean was stalling for time as well as keeping a face on his pain for Sam.
"Oh Dean. Still full of piss and vinegar after a week! Randy won't be happy. See that Sam? Now that's a hunter. He took all that pain that we threw at him for a week and he still has something left. I have to say I admire you Dean."
"I don't swing that way you sick fuck."
Dean was keeping up a brave face but Sam could hear the exhaustion and pain starting to sneak through.

Jeremy smiled pointing the spike over different parts of Dean's chest.
"What do you think Sam? Time to make Dean show some pain? Got somewhere you would like to stick this?"
"Straight up your ass like Dean said." Sam spat sounding like his big brother.
"Oh some fight from the little one. Don't worry little fella, you're next. Okay well luckily I know where to go for lots of pain but somewhere so you will slowly bleed to death." He lowered the spike over Dean's left shoulder. "What do you think Dean? Time to pin the torso to the floor?"
"You love the sound of your own voice don't you asshole."

Jeremy blinked for a moment in surprise before pressing the spike into Dean's shoulder just breaking the skin before stopping. Dean was hardly moving at all just painting through the pain. Jeremy shook his head wondering how Dean was doing it. He had never seen anyone holding this much pain before. He had threatened one guy with a spike in the shoulder and he had wet his pants. And the noise he made when the spike went in. He had thought he was going to go deaf from it.
"Sam you watching? Come on Sam open those eyes."
Sam had his eyes closed against his brothers pain.
"If you don't open them Sam, Dean is going to taste my favorite weapon."
Jeremy slipped a nine milometer Ruger from the back waistband of his jeans and rested the muzzle on Dean's forehead.

Sam had opened his eyes and they went wide.
"No please don't shoot him."
"Good boy Sam. Keep them open or Dean gets it right between the eyes. It would be shame if he was gone before John arrives but that's what you're here for."
"You sorry sack of shit! Our dad's going to bury you alive."
"Hear that Dean? Sam sounds just like his big brother. I bet he wants to grow up just like you. I wonder if he can hold in pain like this."

Jeremy pushed the spike slowly into Dean's shoulder causing him to bite through his lip in pain and groan softly. Sam noticed Dean's right hand move as has body concentrated on handling the pain and noticed it moved easily. He had the feeling Dean's hand was now keeping the spike upright. He just hoped Jeremy didn't see it and Dean could do something with it.

Sam concentrated on Dean's face that was flowing with sweat as he fought hard to deal with the pain in front of his brother.
"Come on Dean, let it out," Jeremy almost cooed, "It's alright. Sam doesn't mind if you scream. You've been so strong so far. Everyone else screamed."
"I wouldn't..give you…the satisfaction…asshole." Dean groaned out.
"Tough as nails aren't you, Dean? It's alright I know how to get through to you."

Jeremy crouched over Dean with his hands level with Dean's neck and his feet under his armpits.
"I know just how to motivate you. I think it's time someone got a bullet. The question is will it be you or your brother? I think I might be able to hit him somewhere he would bleed to death slowly or not." Jeremy pulled the magazine out of the gun then a bullet out.
"What do you think Dean? Does it have you name or your brothers written on it?"
Jeremy slid the bullet back in the magazine and slid it home. He flicked the slide back and aimed it at Dean's forehead.
"Time to decide Dean. You or little brother?" He lifted the gun and aimed at Sam.

Dean groaned then murmured something softly.
"What Dean? You're fading a bit. Did you say shoot your brother?" Jeremy flashed Sam a grin before looking down at Dean.
"Like Sammy said 'up your ass."

TBC