Terror in Indiana, Siblings disappearing Hurt!Boys

[Smallville&Supernatural]

Sam is ten
Dean is fourteen

This is an idea I have had for a few weeks and I am already over half way done with it, so I figured I would start posting it.


Summary:
Sam and Dean venture to a haunted house where siblings go in and then disappear. What exactly is haunting the house and will it claim the boys? Hurt!boys galore


Terror in Indiana




“Bye dad,” said Sam.

“See you Sammy.”

John gave his youngest a quick hug before walking over to Dean. “Alright dude. I will probably be home in three days. Now remember,”

Dean cut him off. “Look out for Sammy. I know Dad.”

“Alright now no leaving the apartment boys and I’ll see you son.”

“Bye dad.”

John Winchester was heading off for a job in Illinois, leaving the boys at the apartment they were renting for the summer in Port, Indiana.

Dean turned to Sam the minute their father had exited the front door.

“Hey Sammy. Want to see something cool?”

“Yeah!” Sam eagerly exclaimed to his brother.

Dean guided Sam to their bedroom and he pulled out some papers from underneath the mattress.

“Have you ever heard anything about the Twickham house?”

“Yeah, Billy from down the street told me some stuff.”

“What did he tell you?”

“He said people got killed there. He said if siblings go in there they don’t come back.”

Sam shivered as he thought about the stories Billy had told him.

“Did Billy tell you about Tommy and Jamie Jones?”

“Yeah they were murdered in the house.”

Dean then handed Sam the stack of papers he was holding. Sam began looking through them.

Dean then gave Sam some more details about the house. “Tommy and Jamie Jones were both found dead in the house. The police arrested and convicted the owner of the house, David Twickham, for the murders. He confessed that he had tortured both boys and finally forced Tommy to kill his little brother. He then made Tommy kill himself. Dave tortured the Jones brothers in 1970 and the house has been abandoned since then.”

Dean trembled slightly thinking about the torture Tommy and Jamie had endured.

“Sammy, for the last twenty some years whenever siblings go into the house, they disappear. This has happened five times in the last twenty years.”

Realization suddenly dawned on Sam. “Dean you don’t want us to go there.”

“Sammy, c’mon dude. It’s a hunt, just the two of us.”

“Dean…I’ve only been on simple hunts before.”

“But with me as backup you’ll be fine. C’mon it’ll be easy. We go in, find out who the ghost is, get out of the house, and salt and burn the bones. Dad will never have to find out.”

Sam was terrified. “But Dean, what if it gets us.”

Dean put his arm around his little brother’s shoulders, “Sammy, I will be there and I promise you I will protect you.”

Sam looked up at Dean and gave him a small smile. “Okay Dean, I’m in.”


***

Twenty minutes later, after gathering a few weapons the two boys headed out to the house. It was mid-afternoon which Dean figured would be the safest time to go since it was not prime Supernatural time. The boys eventually made it down the long road deep in the woods leading to the dilapidated house.

The two boys stood in front of the condemned home. “Are you ready Sammy?”

“I…I…I th-th-think so.”

Dean wrapped an arm around his trembling brother and guided him to the house. “C’mon dude, everything’s going to be fine.”

***

Once inside the boys slowly walked around the house. They had walked all over the first floor of the house and had found nothing. The two boys had one last door to check. When Dean opened the door, both boys were overcome by the strong smell of blood. Dean and Sam covered their noses before looking in the room. Blood was covering the walls, floors, and two chairs in the room. Dean could see another door inside the room, but he did not want to check it out. All he could think about now was getting the hell out of the house.

At that instant, the boys could hear a door slam. Both boys instantly froze in terror. All Dean could think about was how stupid his idea was.

“Dean?” Sam questioned hoping his big brother would have an idea.

“Sammy run!” Dean yelled. Both boys instantly began running for the front door.

Sam could see the door up ahead when white-hot pain erupted from his head and the last thing he heard was Dean yelling his name as he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

***

Dean saw a picture frame fly off the wall and hit Sam in the head. He yelled for his brother when he saw his brother falling. Suddenly Dean was grabbed from behind and whirled around.

“Who are you?” Dean yelled.

“Well I’m not the guy who’s holding you. That would be Chris Sims. Isn’t it great that ghosts can inhabit other people’s bodies. I mean I would have rather inhabited a kid, but this real estate agent will do just fine.”

Dean became terrified as he realized who was holding him. “Tommy Jones?” Dean tentatively asked.

“Right-o Dean-o. Your brother, you, and I are going to have so much fun,” Tommy said with an evil grin.

“No please let my brother go!” Dean begged.

“No can do kid.” Then Tommy pulled Dean’s head back and smashed it off the wall. With a grunt, Dean joined Sam in unconsciousness.





Should I bother continuing? Please review:) Constructive criticism is much appreciated:D

[exdemon1120]

Ok you caught my attention since it was in indiana and well that's where I currently live.

Also I like the concept... tho I think that maybe you could have stretched out the getting into the house a little bit. Added more description a bit and then had them get into the house... also you might add a bit more about them exploring it and being a bit nervous before going right into the spirit. But the concept is really awesome. It just needs to be fleshed out a bit more... also is there a reason they are in an apartment and not a motel? I have other questions but most of those would probably be answered in later chapters.

But I would be interested in reading more cause I think it's a neat and orginal wee!chesters concept and they tend to be my fav to read (even tho I can't write one to save my life). Any way good job so far. Just don't be afraid to me more descriptive and take your time. It's more fun to build tension then just into the action too soon.

[Djinn]

Mmm, I do love a good Hurt!Boys fan-fic.

Dear me, those boys have a nasty habit of getting trapped in horrifying situations.

Can't wait for more!

[Smallville&Supernatural]

Thank you to everyone who is reading and reviewing this story. I really appreciate reviews.

***

The first thing Dean noticed as he came back to consciousness was the pain in his forehead. Dean went to reach a hand up to his face when he realized he could not move his hand. For a split second, his confused mind made him think he was paralyzed. However, as he became more aware he realized his wrists were tied down to the chair he was sitting in. Dean could feel something wet running down his face, he was bleeding from his forehead.

With a groan, Dean blinked his eyes and gently shook his head to try to clear the cobwebs from his hazy memory. Dean finally got a good look at the room he was in. He noticed the blood stains on the walls and floors when suddenly his memory came back to him. Tommy Jones had attacked him and…

“Sammy!” Dean whispered.

Dean immediately scanned the room for his little brother. Relief swept over him when he eventually spotted Sam in the corner of the room by the door Dean had spotted earlier. Sam was also tied to a chair. Dean squinted as he scanned Sam for injuries. He felt a pit in his stomach when he spotted the blood streaming from a cut on the side of Sam’s forehead.

“Sammy!” Dean yelled.

Sam gave no response.

“Sammy, c’mon dude. Please wake-up. Sammy!” Dean yelled.

His plea paid off as Sam began to moan and shake his head from side to side. Dean instantly noticed Sam’s breathing pick-up as he realized he was tied down.

Dean immediately attempted to soothe his panicking brother. “Sammy, hey Sammy. Look at me. C’mon Sammy open your eyes and look at me.”

Sam’s breathing began to return to normal, as Dean’s voice seemed to soothe Sam. Sam began slowly blinking his eyes open. He slowly lifted his head. Pain lines were etched into his forehead, but Sam began to seek out his older brother. Dean felt his heart break as Sam’s terrified pain-filled eyes eventually met his. Dean offered his little brother a small smile.

“Dean?” Sam sobbed.

“Hey Sammy, how are you feeling kid.”

“H…h…head hurts.” Sam offered as tears slid down his cheeks.

Dean felt awful. This was his dumb idea. He should have never brought his inexperienced ten-year-old brother here. What had he been thinking? He had just wanted to end this because it was involving siblings. The thought had never even crossed his mind that the same thing would happen to them. He just assumed Sam and him could take whatever was going on in the house. Clearly, he had been wrong. He screwed up and now his little brother was paying the price.

“Sammy listen to me. We are going to get out of this.”

Sam hiccupped. “You promise.”

“I promise Sammy. I promise you.”

Both boys smiled at each other, but the tender moment was interrupted by the deep voice of a third party. “Well, well, well isn’t that cute.”

Sam and Dean both tensed as they saw the man inhabited by Tommy Jones feign a touched expression as he swiped at invisible tears on his cheeks.

“You two boys just break my heart. I mean really touching boys,” Tommy said with mock admiration.

Tommy then approached Sam. “Well little Sammy. We haven’t had the privilege yet of a formal introduction. My name is Tommy Jones.”

Dean noticed the fear in Sam’s eyes as his little brother realized who had captured them. His stubborn little brother decided though that he would glare at the possessed man. “Only Dean and Dad can call me Sammy.”

Without warning, Tommy swung his arm back and punched Sam in the mouth. Sam’s head whipped to the side as he let out a cry of pain. Sam dropped his head to his chest and began breathing through the pain. Dean felt his heart shatter as he noticed the blood dripping from Sam’s newly split lip.

“Don’t touch him!” yelled Dean.

Tommy ignored Dean. “Sam-MY,” Tommy stressed, “You better be careful kid. You have no idea how strong a man is when he is possessed by a ghost.” Tommy smiled a wicked grin at Sam.

Sam’s tear-filled eyes looked over at Dean.

Tommy knelt down in front of Sam. “Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. Still seeking comfort from your big brother I see. Believe me Sam, by the end of this fun time we’re going to have together, you won’t be seeking Dean’s comfort.”

Sam’s shoulders shook as the little boy quietly sobbed from fear and pain.

“Go to hell!” Dean yelled.

Tommy whipped his head around to seek out Dean. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. That was unadvisable Dean-o. See all those years ago with Dave, you know the one who tortured my brother and I, when I showed him disrespect he hurt my brother. Made me watch him attack and destroy my baby brother. Then he would turn around and attack me.”

Dean stared wide-eyed at Tommy. A tear traced a path down the older brother’s cheek.

“Shall we try that Dean,” Tommy asked with a smirk.

Dean’s eyes filled with fresh tears as he saw the terrified expression on Sam’s face.

Dean opened his mouth to yell at Tommy. Tommy however, reacted quickly. He shoved a hand over Dean’s mouth and nose cutting off Dean’s air supply.

Dean began bucking in his chair as his oxygen deprived lungs screamed for air.

Dean could barely hear Sam pleading for Tommy to stop.

Right as Dean felt like he was going to pass out, Tommy released his hand. Dean immediately began inhaling deeply as he gave his lungs the much-needed oxygen. Seconds later Dean felt duct tape being placed over his mouth.

“See Dean, you are really pissing me off. I tell you to stop disrespecting me and then you try to yell at me again. This should keep you quiet while I punish you for your disrespect by having some fun with Sam.”

***
Please and review

[trickie]

Oh Dean, you really stepped in it this time! I hope the boys can get out of that mess. And they'll be in some major crap when and if John finds out.

Uh...You're not gonna have Dean torture his brother are you? You said that the older brother ended up killing the younger one...that won't happen with the Winchester boys...Will it?

Trace

[Smallville&Supernatural]

Thank you for the review Trickie! I really appreciate it!

***

“See Dean, you are really pissing me off. I tell you to stop disrespecting me and then you try to yell at me again. This should keep you quiet while I punish you for your disrespect by having some fun with Sam.”

Dean looked at Sam’s panicked eyes. Dean desperately wanted to erase the panic from his little brother’s eyes, he wanted to comfort Sam, he wanted to protect Sam, he wanted to go back in time and never come to this horrific house, but Dean realized that the Rolling Stones were right on in saying ‘You can’t always get what you want.’

Dean kept eye contact with Sam, hoping the simple action would offer some comfort to his brother. Dean felt his heart break when Sam blinked and several tears rolled down his cheeks. Both boys terrified of what ‘play’ meant to a psychotic ghost. The boys were about to find out.

Dean yelled into the tape when Tommy backhanded his little brother across the face. Sam let out a quiet groan. He was desperately trying to not give Tommy the satisfaction of knowing how much his slaps hurt.

Tommy looked at Dean who was staring wide eyed at the blood dripping from Sam’s split lip and smiled the most maniacal smile Dean had ever seen. At that instant Dean knew this was just the beginning of the fun Tommy planned on having with Sam.

Dean closed his eyes and heard the sound of fleshing hitting flesh. “Dean-o, you are not going to want to miss this fun, kiddo,” Tommy laughed.

Dean opened his eyes, afraid that Tommy would hurt Sam more if he did not watch. For several agonizingly long minutes, Dean was forced to watch as Tommy viciously beat his little brother in the face.

After the first few hits, Sam could not hold in the cries of pain, and with each hit Dean was forced to hear his Sammy cry out in pain. Dean felt his body tense with each hit. He tried to yell through the tape, but nothing more than a muffled sound could be heard. Tears streamed down Dean’s cheeks as he watched the torture his little brother endured. Sam was crying hysterically and screaming in pain with each punch. Each punch resonated off the walls, shaking Dean to his very core each and every time.

After what seemed like an eternity, the assault ceased. Dean finally got a good look at his brother and became nauseous at what he saw. Sam’s face was littered with vicious red marks and cuts. His right eye had already swollen shut. Sam’s face was horribly swollen and blood-covered.

Sam was barely aware of what was going on. He could not get his mind to focus through the pain. His eyes resided at half-mast as he simply tried to breathe through the pain. Tears continuously traced paths through his blood-covered cheeks.

All Dean wanted to do was hug his little brother, comfort him, and patch him up, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even talk to Sam to whisper reassurances to his baby brother because of the damn duct tape. All Dean could do was stare wide-eyed at Tommy Jones through the tears that were continuously filling his eyes.

Tommy looked over at Dean. “Well, Dean-o did that teach you a lesson.”

Dean’s shoulders shook as he quietly sobbed. He dropped his head to his chest and slowly nodded yes.

Tommy smiled. “Good! Well boys the first period was a blast, but I think it is time for an intermission.”

Tommy then walked over to Sam and picked up the chair he was in. “Visitor’s team locker room is through door number one.”

Tommy then took Sam through the door Dean had seen earlier and harshly set him down before coming back out to Dean.

While Tommy was moving Sam, Dean thought about what Tommy had said. He had used hockey references. There were three periods in hockey, meaning if that was period one, than Tommy had two more ‘periods’ planned before Dean assumed both he and Sam would be dead.

Dean felt his stomach drop as he realized that his little brother could easily die now because of his overzealousness in coming to this truly haunted house.

***

A minute later Tommy walked back out in the room and ripped the tape from Dean’s mouth. Dean let out an involuntarily cry of pain.

“Please,” Dean sobbed, “Please just let my brother go. You can do whatever you want to me; just please not my little brother. I’m begging you.” Dean sobbed.

“No can do Dean-o. See we are just getting started. I have to torture you both a little more and then comes the best part. You are going to take this gun,” Tommy pulled out a gun from the waistband of his jeans, “and you are going to kill Sam. Then you are going to kill yourself.”

Dean glared at Tommy through the tears in his eyes. “I would never hurt my brother.”

Tommy chuckled. “I said that too, but don’t worry Dave helped me pull the trigger and I will help you.”

“Wh-Wh-What?” Dean stuttered.

Tommy kneeled down so he was eye level with Dean. “Oh yeah kid. See Dave grabbed my hand and made me pull the trigger that released the bullet that killed my brother and then he helped me do the same to myself. He said that even though he was somewhat forcing me, I was the one who was actually doing it, so it was my fault. Let me tell you Dean. It was all my hand on that gun, not Dave’s.”

Dean let his head drop and he watched two tears drip onto his jeans. He was going to kill Sammy. That was the end of the game here. He was going to be forced to kill his little brother. Dean felt his heart shatter into millions of pieces.

Tommy smiled at Dean’s pain and then swung his arm back and threw a few vicious punches at Dean’s face. Then Tommy left the room. Dean groaned through the pain and then allowed the tears he had been trying to suppress, flow freely down his face as his teenage body was racked by sobs.


***

Sam sat in the chair in the dimly lit room simply trying to breathe through the pain. His face had never hurt so badly before. His head felt like it was run over by a car and then stamped on by elephants.

Sam allowed himself to silently cry for several minutes before he worked to compose himself. Sam then looked around the room he was in. Blood littered the walls and floors of this room as well. Sam could only imagine the torture other younger siblings had endured in this very house.

Suddenly, Sam’s musings were interrupted by the appearance of a boy around Dean’s age in the far corner of the room.

“Hey you,” Sam called to the boy.

The boy focused on Sam.

“Please can you help me,” Sam begged the boy.

“No sorry,” responded the boy.

Sam stared open-mouthed at the boy. “Why?” Sam asked in shock.

“I’m not sure. I just can talk to the little siblings in here.”

Sam became curious. “How long have you been here?”

“A long time,” the boy cryptically responded.

“Well my name’s Sam and my brother Dean is out there.” Sam pointed to the door.

The boy’s image flickered as he responded; “My name is Jamie, and my brother Tommy is also out there.”

“Wait you’re Jamie Jones?” asked Sam in shock.

“Yeah. It’s nice to meet you Sam even though in a few hours you’ll be dead like all the others.”

Sam gulped at the words Jamie said. He was going to be dead. What? He was ten years old for goodness sake.

“Wh..wh..what?” Sam stuttered.

“Look Sam you seem like a good kid and I can see my brother already did a number on you, but this isn’t the end of it. Dave made my brother kill me and then he killed himself. Tommy’s been doing the same thing to siblings who come here.”

Sam felt his eyes well up with tears. “Can’t you help us out? I don’t want to die Jamie. I don’t want my brother to die.”

“I can’t Sam. I can’t touch you, but I mean what Dave did to my brother was horrific. He just was so angry and depressed when he died he was somehow able to possess someone. I never could. I am just stuck here. I just want my big brother back, but he doesn’t even realize I’m here.”

Sam was terrified, but still managed to ponder over the information. “You are a really talkative ghost.”

“Well it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do. I just sit here and watch my brother torture siblings like we were.”

Sam saw Jamie drop his head to his chest. Sam felt bad for Jamie. Jamie was tortured in his life and was now being tortured in death. “Why are you stuck here Jamie. You don’t seem like an angry ghost.”

“I don’t know Sam. I’m not angry. I just want to go to the after-life. I’m a believer in heaven and I want to go there. My mom and dad are dead. I heard the last two brothers here talking about that. I just want to see them again, but I can’t. I’m stuck here. It’s like I’m in limbo. I obviously can’t officially come back to the land of the living, but for some reason I can’t move on either. The only explanation I can think of is that I’m stuck here because of Tommy. I loved my brother. He was my hero. I think I can’t let go until Tommy lets go.”

With that, Jamie went to turn to leave.

“Wait!” Sam called. He clenched his teeth as a wave of pain washed over his face. “Please don’t leave me. I’m scared.”

Jamie turned back to Sam. “It’s okay kid. I’ll stay with you until the end.”

Sam felt fresh tears slide down his cheeks at Jamie’s last statement.

***

Once John had driven three hours to Illinois and met up with Bobby, both men realized they were missing some of the supplies they needed for an incantation.

“crap!” John yelled.

“Johnny, it’s okay we’ll just head back to Indiana and pick up the stuff. No one’s gonna go in that house. We can take care of it tomorrow.”

“Yeah I know you’re right I just really wanted to get this damn case over with tonight,” John said as both men hopped into the impala.

“Yeah but now you can check up on the boys.”

John started the car and pulled out of the motel parking lot. “I trust Dean Bobby.”

“I know you do and Dean is a trustworthy kid. Which speaking of Dean, I think this is a great opportunity to grab Dean. He should come on this hunt with us.”

“But what do we do about Sam?”

“The boy can stay in the hotel room. I mean you had Dean babysitting Sam at age ten.”

“You’re right Bobby. We’ll bring Dean along only if the house is still standing and the boys aren’t killing each other,” John said with a chuckle.

***

Please review:)

[trickie]

Hmm..Jamie huh? Yeah I think maybe Tommy needs to see his little brother, maybe that would help them both. But can Sam think of a way to make that happen?
And John is on his way back? Sh*t is gonna hit the fan for sure. I hope he and Bobby can figure out where the boys went in time to save them.

Trace

[Raven524]

Nice story so far...poor Sammy, looks like he's in for a rough ride.

Can't wait for the next chapter

[aworland]

plz add more soon

[fireball87]

poor boys hurry up John the boys need you now
please hurry and update loved it

[Smallville&Supernatural]

Sorry I haven’t updated in awhile. To be honest I have been a little discouraged with this story because of the little amount of response, compared to my other stories, but I really appreciate everyone reading and reviewing. Therefore, as long as people read I will continue to update because I have this whole story mapped out.

Well enough of my little rant, here is the next chapter.

***

Sam had managed to cry himself to sleep in the room, as Jamie stood like a guardian angel of the younger boy as if to keep the evil away from Sam during his moment of innocence. However, that was all metaphorically speaking, because Jamie had no power when it came to keeping evil like his brother Tommy away from Sam.

Jamie wished with all of his might that he could protect Sam. He had seen so many younger siblings like himself endure the torture at the hands of their older siblings with the assistance of Tommy for far too long. Jamie just wanted for once to save a younger sibling.

Jamie could not help but feel like Sam was a younger version of himself. He could tell how close the brothers were. He could tell that Dean had practically raised Sam. He could tell how much Sam worshipped his older brother. He could tell that the brothers loved each other more than anything else in the world.

Jamie and Tommy had been the exact same way. Sure, they had good parents, but it had always been the undefeated team of Jamie and Tommy. They were inseparable. They had been best friends.

Jamie missed his best friend more than anything. He wanted nothing more than for him and Tommy to move on to the afterlife together. This evil monster was not his brother. Tommy was the nicest guy he had ever known. Dave had destroyed everything that made Tommy Tommy and all that was left now was pure hatred for what he had gone through in killing his own brother. His own flesh and blood that he loved more than life itself.

Jamie sat over Sam hoping that somehow, things would end differently this time, but he did not hold much hope for that especially when his brother returned with the same look of hatred on his face.

***


Not long after Sam’s much needed slumber commenced, Tommy entered the room and harshly shook Sam’s shoulder to wake him. Sam’s eyes sluggishly opened. Upon his return to unconscious he groaned in pain when he felt the extent of the injuries to his face.

The groan only brought an evil smirk to Tommy’s face. Tommy then grabbed the chair and hastily brought Sam and the chair back out into the room Dean was in.

***

Tommy set Sam down across from Dean. The two brothers avoided eye contact at first, but then in unison looked up at the other.

Sam offered Dean a smile and Dean reciprocated even though both boys knew they were completely screwed. The tender moment between the boys was short-lived however, as Tommy spoke up.

“Well, well, well boys. Both of your faces are much improved I must say.”

Dean’s stomach clenched as he looked at the dried blood and bruises mottling Sam’s swollen face. Sam noticed the fresh bruises to his big brother’s face as well.

“Well it is time to commence the second period. Boys there are only three rounds so I’m sure you are both very upset to know that this marks half way, but I promise we will have fun.”

The brothers locked eyes with each other, both offering an unspoken ‘I love you’ to the other.

“First lets have story time. The story is called the adventures of Tommy and Jamie. My little brother was everything to me. He was my best friend. One day Tommy and I were playing in the woods. We were trying to scope out the area to build the best fort ever. We did not find a place though because someone found us first. I had run ahead of Jamie to see if there were any good trees up ahead when I heard my baby brother scream. I ran back to him and saw a man holding my unconscious brother in his arms. Blood was dripping down Jamie’s face. That was when I met the man that ruined my life, Dave.”

Dean actually was surprised to find himself feeling bad for Tommy. It made sense why Tommy could be such a pissed off spirit.

Tommy continued, “Anyway, he told me to either come with him or he would kill Jamie right then and there. I could not let that happen so I went. In all actuality, I should have let him kill Jamie. It would have been better for Jamie to be killed by a psycho than killed by his brother. Hindsight’s 20/20 right.”

“You didn’t know Tommy. You did what you thought was best for Jamie. You are a good big brother Tommy,” Dean said to Tommy. Dean hoped he could get through to Tommy. He knew it was their only chance; however, Dean was unsuccessful.

Tommy turned and glared at Dean. “Shut up Winchester. I became a bad big brother and so will you.” Tommy than cackled a disturbing laught.

“The words you say are false. I killed my brother. There is not a worse crime in the world in my mind. But I’m going to give you the opportunity to feel how completely horrible it is to kill your younger sibling. The sibling you want to protect. The sibling you would do absolutely anything for.”

“Wait Tommy, if you think the crime is so bad why would you make others do it. Tommy you can end this now. Just please let Sam and I go. Just let it go Tommy.”

For a split second, Dean thought he had gotten through to Tommy. His facial expression softened, but in the next instant Tommy’s face melted into a hate-filled glare. Without any warning, Tommy walked over to Dean and untied his arm.

“Because Dean-o, I have to make others feel the pain I felt,” and in a flash Tommy viciously snapped Dean’s arm. Dean unwillingly released a cry of pain and Sam yelled for his brother as the snapping of bone echoed through the room.

Dean was panting through the pain as tears involuntarily streamed down his face.

“What the hell was that for?” Sam yelled as he watched his big brother gasped for air as he tried to breathe through the agonizing pain.

“That Dean-o and Sammy, was to insure Dean here doesn’t fight me when I untie the other arm.”

“You bitch!” Dean yelled out in agony.

Tommy smiled at Dean. “You better keep the potty mouth in check kid.”

Before Dean had a chance to react, Tommy spun around, grabbed Sam’s right arm and viciously wrenched the ten-year-old’s arm out of the socket. Sam screamed.

Dean stared in shock through tear-filled eyes at his brother’s arm as it hung loosely by his side. Dean was overcome with guilt knowing that his brother’s pain was his fault. This was all part of what Dave had done to Tommy. Make Tommy feel guilty for everything that happened to Jamie before making Tommy physically hurt Jamie himself.

“Now Dean I want silence. Not a peep from you, understand?”

Dean nodded his head yes as a tear rolled down his cheek. Tommy then untied Dean’s right arm and pulled him to a standing position putting pressure on his broken arm. Dean moaned in pain. His feet were tied together so Tommy dragged Dean over to Sam.

Tommy then grabbed a hammer from the shelf on the wall. “Okay Dean it is time for you to practice for the grand finale. You see I had to practice on Jamie. We used a hammer too. You are going to break all of Sam’s fingers on his right hand with this.”

Dean violently shook his head no, as Sam squeezed his eyes and tried to suppress the sobs currently racking his body.

“Yes you will.”

Sam met Dean’s eyes for a moment. Each brother had tears in his own eyes.

The moment was destroyed in seconds when Tommy grabbed Dean’s right arm and forcibly guided him through the process of swinging the hammer and smashing Sam’s pinky finger. Dean could do nothing but sob and yell for Tommy to stop as Dean’ hand was forced to break all five of his little brother’s fingers. Dean’s heart shattered as his little brother screamed and cried hysterically through the torture.

Dean screamed and yelled through the process. Each swing of the hammer and each crunch of bone were like someone ripping Dean’s heart out repeatedly.

By the end of the torture, both Dean and Sam were hysterical. Sam was screaming and crying through the pain of his shoulder and fingers. The kid was ten and his body was being put through extreme torture. The worst part for Sam was however though, even though Tommy was guiding his hand, Dean was the one hammering. Sam had to keep reminding himself it was not Dean, but the pain was causing Sam to become confused, and all Sam could think was that Dean was torturing him.

Once the hammer was put down though and Sam was able to compose himself somewhat, the sounds of Dean’s hysterical cries of sorrow reminded Sam, that this was not Dean’s fault. Sam looked at his brother through the tears and whispered through the pain, “Dean’s its okay big brother, and it’s not your fault.“

Sam was shocked at how broken Dean was. He had barely ever seen Dean cry let alone break down and sob. Even though Sam was in agony he knew he had to get through to Dean.

Sam continued to give Dean reassurances, but they seemed to do nothing for Dean and they just pissed Tommy off.

Tommy grabbed Sam’s destroyed pinky finger and squeezed it. “Shut up!” he yelled as Sam screamed in agony.

Tommy laughed as more tears streamed down both brothers’ faces.

Okay last part of round two,” Tommy exclaimed.

“Dean, it’s time to stab little brother.”

Dean gaped at Tommy. He can’t stab his brother. He just can’t. “No, please, please,” Dean sobbed.

Sam looked at Dean and yelled, “Dean it’s not your fault, I don’t blame you!”

Internally though, Sam was praying for salvation from this house from hell. Sam had always been a religious person and in times like this he was glad when all else failed he had his religion to turn to. Therefore, Sam said a prayer that someone would save them from this torture just as Tommy again guided Dean’s hand. Sam squeezed his eyes shut and continued to pray. However, the next thing Sam felt was white-hot pain as the knife was driven into his leg and yanked out. The knife did not go in far but it still hurt immensely. Sam felt darkness claim him as he heard his brother’s broken plea for forgiveness.

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Good/bad/too much torture. Please let me know. Please review!!

[trickie]

Oh wow! Awesome chapter. I'm really in conflict here...I feel bad for Tommy but in the same breath I want him stopped.

Poor Dean, he'll never be able to handle inflicting more pain on his little bro, even though it isn't really him. And the pain Sam is suffering...wow.

Great job - too much torture? Never...at least not for me.

Waiting for the next chap,
Trace

[cindy123]

OMG!!!! As sorry as I do feel for what happened to Tommy in life, he has no right to be doing what he's doing in death. I can't even imagine the torment Dean is in being forced to hurt his little brother whom he loves more than anything in the world. The guilt has to be tremendous knowing he's the one who talked Sam into going to the house in the first place. And poor Sammy, in so much pain.

I have to apologize because I thought I had commented on this story when I read the first chapters, but apparently I didn't. It is a wonderful story and I'm sure Jaime is going to somehow find a way to get through to his brother, at least I hope so. John and Bobby need to find the boys before they are both so far gone, they can't come back.

Can't wait for more!

Cindy.

[Raven524]

*Poke* what no update??


sighs

Guess I'll just have to wait....

[jared.is.fit]

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh wot r u doing to my poor baby sammy???????????//



update update!!

xx