Hey. I know I had this posted, but it got removed because I was done with it, well bored with it and because there was a scene I had to change. I didn't think I was going to write for this again. But last night an ideas kept popping into my head for this one...... as before I had no idea how to explain how Dean had came to act the way he has been, and now I do ; ) Hehe anyway enjoy.
Rattling the cage Sam starred at his brother both in shock and anger. “ Let me out Dean.” But as much as he pleaded, begged, Dean was relentless. Giving the cage one last shake Sam sat back and watched his brother from under his lashes. He should have known this was coming, with the way Dean had been acting lately. His lashing out, the beatings he gave Sam. Remembering the last one, Sam rubbed his jaw. The blow had hurt like a bitch. He had saw this coming, could have been prepared to stop it, but like nightmares of Jess’s death he had chosen to ignore it. If he prayed hard enough, wished long enough shouldn’t it have all gone away? But he knew that things like that didn’t happen, no matter how much you wanted it to. Life didn’t work that way. Life was a cruel bitch; hell, fate was one cruel bitch.
He could remember clearly the first waking dream he had. Remembered clearly how cold and haunted he had felt. The weight of the world was on his shoulders, Dean’s fate pulling that weight down further and further. After the first dream had occurred they had started becoming more frequent, each one having a different more intense affect on him. But the dream was the same.
All of this didn’t make sense. If he had the ability to see the feature, have a chance to stop things from happening why didn’t he step up to the plate and fix this? He knew he could have, but instead he let his fear take over him. He realized now what a mistake that had been. He had no idea what Dean was fully capable of, and that worried him. What worried him more was the if he was going to make this out alive or not.
Being locked up in this damn cage reminded him of that creepy ass family they had run into a year back. But the situations were different, yes he was caged again, but it wasn’t strangers locking him up, it was his own brother. The brother that had practically raised him.
Sinking back further into the cage he looked away from his brother, away from the reality of what was to become his dreary fate. Sam frowned, why am I giving up already? I still have a fighting chance, right? . Dean wasn’t going to kill him. He would come into himself and realize what he was doing. Wouldn’t he? He had to, this wasn’t his Dean; his brother. He knew from the nightmares that Dean wasn’t possessed, that he had been locking this part of himself inside for so long and finally couldn’t hold it any longer.
But why him? Couldn’t it have been anyone else besides him, his brother? Maybe not. Maybe on some level Dean resented him for something. But what? Going off to college, leaving him alone? No, that couldn’t be it. They had gotten past that hurdle. Or so he had thought.
“ Dean..” Sam whispered, but he went unanswered. Cursing Sam leaned his head against the cold steel and watched his brother, pace the length of the room, a dagger hanging lightly from his fingers. “ Dean..” he tried again. “ Please don’t. Its me Sam.” He saw Dean glance at him, then away.
He felt frustration run through his body, pumping him up with energy he hadn’t had since the last beaten he had received the night before. Crawling to the front of the cage, he listened as Dean’s biker boots clicked softly on the floor. The clicking seemed to fill his head until he heard nothing but that. Dean wasn’t going to have to kill him, Sam thought dimly, he was going to go insane instead. Covering his ears, he buried himself into the floor, desperately trying to block out that dreadful sound. But no matter how hard he tried, the monotonous clicking wouldn’t fade, wouldn’t stop. The room seemed to grow smaller, the cage somehow almost pressing against his skin. Clawing the cement, he squeezed his eyes shut. The darkness behind his eyes, becoming dancing colours as he bit painfully into his bottom lip. The clicking become more painfully intense with each dance of colour.
Punching the ground, he let out a pained scream and everything stopped. Then the clicking started again, but fading slightly as they retreated. He could hear the sound of a door open, and close, but the clicking was ringing in his head, even after it had disappeared.
Sprawling out on his back, Sam panted. His face was covered with sweat and the dance of colours following him. He was going to kill Dean if he ever got his hands on the bastard. .
Pulling himself into a sitting position he starred at the spot Dean had been standing, willing him to come back. The least Dean could do was tell him what he had planned for him. After all he needed a chance to think, needed to figure out a way to get out of this damn cage, god he hated the metal contraption. But Dean seemed to relish in them. He thought of them almost as a lover, he never did understand his fascination for cages. Even when he was younger he’d see his brother put together fake fences and play some sort of game. He had made a mistake one day walking in on Dean playing his “ game”. He had been horrified when he had seen his favourite teddy bear locked up, a blind fold covering his eyes, Dean smirking down at the bear. He had tried to be so quiet but he had failed and Dean had heard him. He could picture the anger, the hatred clearly, even now as he thought about it………………………………...................................
Smiling cockily, Dean shut the cage door and starred down in amusement as Sam’s old raggedy teddy bear. He knew how much the kid loved that damn thing, but….he just hadn’t been able to resist the urge to scoff it and throw it into the cage he had been working on for months. Yes he was only ten, and the cage was made out of cardboard, he had been and still was, satisfied with the work he had done.
“ Not half bad.” he whispered, circling the cage murmuring latin curses. Again for ten he was pretty damn smart. Yet he led everyone to believe he wasn’t. He loved it. But this…..he loved more. Being confined was something he had always enjoyed. He would have never admitted this to anyone, but when his father would tie him up for practice, to show him how it was done, he had enjoyed every moment of it.
Blushing slightly, he grabbed his poking stick and poked the teddy bear. Soon he was going to have to try this with an actual person…….maybe his little brother. Any other snot faced kid would freak out and run crying to their parents like a bunch of babies. Smirking he replaced the poking device in its place and turned to find his brother, eyes wide with horror, peeking his head in HIS room. Snatching the poking stick again he rammed it into Sam’s chest.
“ What the hell Sam! How many times have I told you to knock!” Dean yelled, pulling Sam into his room by his shirt.
Crying Sam starred at his brother in horror, “ I’m sorry Dean…. I was looking for Denny.”
Dean sighed, “ You could have knocked!”
Locking at the floor Sam whispered, “ I’m sorry….Dean..”
Dean nodded, “ You are going to have to make this up to me Sam.”
Dean shoved him towards the cage, “ Get in.”
Sam’s eyes shot to Dean’s, “ But…De…”
“ Shut up.” Dean growled, shoving Sam into the cage. “ If you tell dad about this, I’ll shove this stick into your bear’s eye.”
Sam shut his mouth and cowered in the back of Dean’s homemade cage. He did utter a sound as Dean’s boots clicked on the floor, and the stick poking him respectively into his sides………………….
…………..After that they had never spoken of it. Dean had never made him go into the cage again, and his passion for it seemed to disappear. But he knew now that it hadn’t. It had just been hidden, buried deep until it had finally become to much for Dean to cope with. Dean had been a good brother to him, hell he was the best he couldn’t almost erase that day from his twisted mind. But…now that it was happening again, but now more violently it was as clear in his head as if it had just happened. He wanted so badly to fix this, fix what was happening, but how could you fix something that was clearly meant to be?
He could hear the clicking again, the slow monotonous sound drumming in his ears. He managed to block out some of it, but when the clicking approached closer, there was no stopping it. He could sense Dean looking down at him, but he didn’t bother to open his eyes. What was the point? He knew what he would see. He would see emotionless green hazel eyes that looked as if they were looking into your very soul. He knew how that felt, he had grown up with those eyes peering at him, peering inside him. He knew Dean wasn’t going to say anything, he was just going to stand there with a smirk on his face and starring at him. Then he’d get bored and start poking him. Sam shuddered.
He cracked open an eye slightly, saw the wicked smirk on his brothers face before he turned away and walked to the trunk at the end of the room. He could hear the lock free, the trunk open. The poking would begin. But it wasn’t the stick his brother favoured that horrible day, this one was longer and contained thousands of little spikes at the end.
His eyes widened as Dean took his time coming towards him and the cage. The spikes shooting off light when the sun would catch it. Pushing himself back further into the cage, he shook his head furiously. Continue with the clicking, he wanted to yell, anything but that! He could handle anything but that. Ok so he probably could but not in the state he was currently in. Ramming his finger into the back of the cage Sam cursed. See what I mean, Sam thought furiously, sucking on his throbbing finger.
“ Sam.” Dean whispered, his voice barely making it through Sam’s throbbing pain.
“ Dean?” Sam said, trying to back up more but there was nowhere left to go. He had made it to the end of the cage, he had no escape. Lowering his head he looked at the bottom of the cage, readying himself for the spikes on the end of the stick to pierce his skin. This wasn’t going to be anything like the last time. Dean was grown up now, more skilled in the area of harming people, hurting them. Closing his eyes tightly he listened as the stick scrapped against the metal contraption, as Dean slowly slide the stick through.
He winced as the first poke sent thousands of those little spikes into his flesh, causing blood to ooze slowly down his flawless skin. He didn’t utter a word, just sunk back and took what Dean dished out. He sat there for fifteen minutes, enduring pain no man or woman should ever have to go through, not letting out the slightest sound. He could sense Dean’s frustration at his lack of sound, and knew it was only a matter of time before he used more force. He heard Dean grunt, heard the clatter of metal on the floor as he tossed it down.
“ Not good enough.” Dean muttered, wrapping his hands around the bars of the cage. Letting go he turned and made his way back to the trunk, rummaged through it, looking but not finding. Cursing he walked back to Sam, his face contorted in anger. Taking a key out of his pocket, he unlocked the cage and gestured for Sam to come.
Sam shook his head, and pressed himself against the steel. “ No.”
Dean laughed, “ Sammy. Come, please?”
Obliging he crawled to the front of the cage cautiously, his eyes never leaving Dean’s. Stepping out, he straightened, towering over his older brother. He should be able to take Dean down right now, but yet he stood there just looking, waiting.
“ Turn.” Dean instructed and waited for Sam to do so, before grabbing both of his wrists and cuffing them to the cage. “ Can’t have you running away.” Dean whispered. Ripping Sam’s shirt from his back, he tossed it to the ground before turning to the trunk and grabbing his weapon of choice. He had been waiting to use this all night. It was his new toy and he has been dying to try it out. “ I saved this just for tonight Sam.” Teasing Sam’s skin with it he laughed, “ If you be a good boy Sammy and don’t scream I’ll bring you a treat.”
Sam turned to look at him, but Dean forced his face back around. “ No. I don’t want to see your face right now Sam, I only want your back.” Stepping back, he raised his hand and brought the whip down violently.
Sam’s back arched against the pain, as he knees went lax under him and the pain soared through him, burning hot. He could feel his skin break open, feel the blood that had begun to fall from it. He didn’t scream and he was thankful for that. Locking his hands around the bars of the cage, he braced himself for another. “ Just do it.” Sam muttered.
Dean brought the whip down on him again, harder this time causing Sam to scream out in spite of himself. Holding the whip back he cocked his head to the side and frowned, “ I told you not to scream Sam.”
Sam’s head fell against his hands, “ I know…..I’m sorry Dean.”
“ Well….” Dean pondered, “ I guess I could let this go one time.” Dancing the end of the whip against Sam’s neck he leaned in, “ but next time I do this, I can promise you I won’t be as considerate.” Placing the whip back into the trunk, he un-cuffed Sam and shoved him back into cage. Locking it he said, “ I’ll see you later.”
He never thought it possible to hate his brother, but at that exact moment Sam Winchester hated his brother. Lying down on his stomach he pressed his cheek onto the floor and closed his eyes. He needed to sleep, needed to do anything to escape the burning pain in his back. Every movement he made was like torture.
Better off to stay still, Sam thought. Sleep until Dean comes back.
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Sam shifted slightly, trying to avoid as much pain as possible. He had been laying on his stomach for more then three hours, waiting for Dean to come back. But he hadn’t. Placing his hands flat on the cage, he lifted himself slowly. He had to piss. He could feel his bladder come closer and closer to exploding.
Once on his knees, he made his way to the edge of the cage. He was going to piss on the floor and didn’t care what Dean was going to say about it. Plus, where else was he suppose to go? Easing down the fly of his jeans, he released his much pressed bladder. He sighed deeply.
Zipping up his jeans, he listened carefully to the sound of an opening door, the sound of muffled voices.
Wiggling his eyebrows Sam smirked. He never thought Dean would bring a girl back here, where he had his little brother currently confined. It’d be a little weird.
He could hear the panic in the other voice and knew his brother hadn’t brought a woman back to fool around with. He had brought a woman back with him to torture. The thought made him sick. It was bad enough he was Dean’s bitch, but now he had to bring an outsider into this? Then Dean’s words rang through his head, if you be a good boy Sammy and don’t scream I’ll bring you a treat. Lowering himself into a sitting position he watched in horror as Dean hauled the struggling woman over his shoulders.
“ Sammy.” Dean smiled, unlocking the door to the cage, “ how have you been?” His nose wrinkled. “ You piss?”
Sam nodded, “ Yeah. Where else am I suppose to go?”
Shoving the woman into the cage he grabbed Sam by the hair, not giving him a chance to glance at the mysterious woman. “ You are to wait until I return Sam.” He shook his head sadly as he pushed him up against the wall. “ You are going to have to be punished now.” Grabbing the chained cuff from the wall he clapped it around Sam’s wrist.
“ Dean don’t.” Sam pleaded, hating the way his voice came out like a scared little girl.
Dean eyed his brother for a moment before turning away and back to the metal contraption. Leaning in he whispered, “ I want you to watch. This could happen to you.” Laughing he grabbed a 12 inch nail from his pocket. The end was rusted and clearly dull, he wanted it that way. Pressing himself against his brother he smiled wickedly before bringing the hand with the nail down. “ This is going to hurt.” With his free hand, he held Sam still, before plunging the nail deep into Sam’s belly button.
Cursing Sam lifted his leg between Dean’s legs and hit home. “ You bastard.” He could feel the blood soaking the waist band of his jeans as he brought his leg up for one last ball shattering blow.
“ Shit.” Dean cursed as he fell to his knees. The pain seemed to start from the core and radiate through his entire body. His balls felt like they were on fire, worse yet that they were going to fall off. Hissing through his teeth he glared at his brother. He was going to kill Sam, not yet though. He still wanted to have fun with him. Torture him some more. It still amazed him how his love for cages varied from that to torture.
But what he liked most was cages and torture combined. He was one sick puppy. Slowly getting to his feet he eyed his brother, but kept a safe distance. Didn’t want to risk another blow to the jewels. Limping over to the trunk he retrieved a weapon he had never dreamed he would use until that very moment. Pulling out the crocodile shears he starred down at them, and changed his mind. Maybe he was going to kill Sammy tonight. Closing the trunk he walked to his brother, “ See these?” He asked Sam. “ You know what I am going to do with his?” Sam shook his head and Dean laughed, “ You’ll find out soon.”
Placing the crocodile shear on the wooden stool to his left, Dean’s agile hands set to work on Sam’s jeans and eased them over his hips and down to his ankles. Eyeing Sam’s boxers he fought the urge to laugh, “ Looney Tune boxers? How like Sam.” Looking down at limp Sam he shook his head, “ This just isn’t going to work, and I’m so not touching that.” Moving to the cage he pulled the woman out and shoved her on her knees in front of Sam. “ Do a man a favour little lady?”
The woman shook her head, her eyes never leaving the floor. “ No.” she whispered, “ I won’t.”
Dean nodded and grabbed a knife from his pocket. Grabbing her chin he forced her mouth open and grabbed a hold of her tongue, “ You either do it, or I’ll cut your tongue off.” The woman jerked out of his grasp and looked up, allowing for the first time for Sam to see her face.
“ No.” Sam hissed looking at the woman and at his brother, “ how could you Dean?”
But he said nothing just pushed the woman’s head forward. He opened his mouth to say something but the look Dean sent him, caused him to grow quiet.
Sighing shakily the woman grabbed on to Sam and began to massage. “ I’m sorry.” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. “ I’m so sorry.”
Moments later, Dean smiled, “ Well Sammy, we got that accomplished in record time.” Grabbing onto his weapon of choice, he took Sam into his hands. “ Ready?”
But he didn’t wait for a reply, wasn’t expecting on. “ Oh, would you like to see what I am using?”
The crocodile shear had a pair of hemi cylindrical blades so that when closed together they formed a long narrow tube. The insides of the blades were lined with thousands of spikes. Sam gulped.
“ Now that you see I’ll…” Dean trailed off. “ Shit. I forgot to heat it.” Smacking his forehead he plugged it in. “ Shouldn’t take long. But….I’ll have to get you up again.”
“ Dean…” Sam pleaded , “ please don’t.” He could hear the tears in his voice and hated it. He hated showing Dean how weak he could be. Closing his eyes he looked away from his brother. This was it for him. He was going to die right here, and there was nothing he could do to stop Dean.
Satisfied with the heat of the weapon he pushed the woman back in front of Sam. “ Again.”
“ That’s good.” Dean hissed after five minutes.
Easing into a corner the woman starred in horror as Dean grabbed on to Sam. “ Ready?” he asked, then latched the crocodile shear on him. Sam screamed out in agony as the heat and then blades pierced through him.
“ Son of a bitch.” He screamed trying to kick out but couldn’t. “ Dean…”
But Dean was beyond listening. “ Take a deep breath Sam.” and then waited for Sam to do so before applying more pressure and just enough tension before ripping off Sam’s manhood.
The sound of ripping muscles, the sound of sputtering blood on Dean’s stomach. Sam’s screams rang in his ears endlessly. Wiping his forehead he watched as Sam keeled over. The pain on his face was something he had never seen before, something that both excited and terrified him. Dropping the crocodile shears he lifted his brothers face in his hands and starred into almost life less eyes. “ I’m sorry Sammy.” he whispered.
Gasping Sam clutched for his crotch, relieved to find it still intact. Just a dream Sam, he told himself. Sweat ran down his face, his back, stinging the angry wounds. The pain wasn’t nearly as bad as before but still hurt like a bitch. But……something hurt more than that. Running his hands down his chest he cried out when he they reached his bellybutton. So it hadn’t been a dream, he thought frantically. He heard rustling from the back of the cage, heard a whimper as they made their way up towards him.
“ You’re awake.” the voice murmured.
Pulling himself into a sitting position he gritted his teeth against the pain in his back, “ Yeah.”
“ I couldn’t stop….him.” The woman whispered frantically. “ All of a sudden I was in the cage and you were… well.” Closing her eyes she prayed that this was a dream, but knew otherwise. This was just cold harsh reality. “ Nail, about this long.” she continued, showing him the length with her hands.
Sam starred at the woman and wondered who she was, he couldn’t see her face. Then it hit him. With a sharp intake of breath he inched back. He hadn’t been dreaming. “ Sarah.” He whispered. Pressing a hand to his head he focused on breathing. All of this was just becoming more and more insane. He hadn’t been dreaming about Sarah being here, hadn’t dreamt about the nail being rammed into his belly button. But he had been dreaming about the crocodile shears. Thank God. “ Did I pass out when it was happening?”
Sarah nodded, allowing for the first time for Sam to see her face, “ Yeah. Dean got pretty upset. I could tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t done with you, but when you went out I guess he got bored.”
He nodded, “ How did you get here?”
“ Well you are in upstate New York.” Glancing at him she asked, “ You did know that right?”
Sam shook his head, “ No……”
Sarah sighed, “ He’s not Dean, I knew that from the moment he knocked on my door.”
He had told Sammy he would bring him a treat, and what better then the girl the had fallen for a year ago. Pulling in front of Sarah’s he shifted the car into park and slowly got out. This was going to be a very interesting night. It had irked him that this beautiful had preferred his younger brother then him. But as they got to know her better the realized that they had been perfect for each other, plus he didn’t dig chicks in her class. Ringing the door bell he waited.
“ Sarah.” He smiled charmingly when the front door opened.
“ Dean..” Sarah said returning the smile, “ what brings you here?”
Stepping in the door he hugged her, “ Just in town and thought I’d say hi.”
She nodded, “ Okay. Where’s Sam?”
He looked away, avoiding her eyes. “ I see.” Sarah murmured.
“ He would have came……”
“ Its okay.” Sarah assured Dean, “ really.”
Walking towards her, Dean took her chin in his hands. “ Don’t worry about Sam. He was never the one for you anyway.” Bringing his mouth down to hers, he kissed her hard and rough.
She fought against him, tried to pull away but it was no use. Trying to move Dean was like trying to move a mountain. “ Stop.” she pleaded against his persistence lips. “ Dean..”
Pushing her up against the wall, Dean whispered, “ Do you want to see Sam?” Sarah nodded. “ Then you are going to leave this house without fighting me. You are going to get into my car like nothing bad is happening.” He waited until she nodded again before letting her go.
“ You left willingly?” Sam asked, astonished. “ Why didn’t you fight?”
“ I wanted to see you Sam.” Crawling towards him, she surveyed his wounds. Gently touching just above his bellybutton she whispered, “ that must of hurt.”
“ That’s an understatement.” Sam hissed, causing Sarah to jerk her hand back.
“ I’m sorry.”
The sound of a door slamming had their heads turning, eyes watching as Dean walked in. “ You.” he smiled talking to Sarah. “ I have something planned for you.”