[LJ Meme] Random Scenarios: Angst/Torture

[beerpieandguns]

Dean had said it before and she'd say it again. Humans, man. It was one thing for a supernatural beastie to go around killing and maiming people, but it was something else entirely for people to be behind it all. Worst thing was, she hadn't had a chance to warn Sam before they got the drop on her. No way to tell him what he was up against. That was assuming he ever actually found her.

No more solo scouting missions. Stupid, stupid fucking thing to do.

God, it was cold. She was in a cellar of some kind. Dark, windowless. The cinder block wall she was chained to was like ice against her bare skin. Her wrists throbbed where the cuffs cut into them and she couldn't feel her fingers any longer. Her bare back was bruised and torn. Her jeans were stained brown with the blood that had soaked in and dried. When they were allowed to remain dry. The bastards liked to douse her with icy water from time to time and watch her shiver.

The water was infinitely preferable to the other various substances she's had thrown at her since she'd been down here... god, how long now?... and the various groping. Hell, at this point, she was just thrilled to still have jeans on.

When she managed to stay conscious, she thought about Sam. Missed him. Occasionally found herself with her throat getting tight and heat in her face. Wouldn't cry, though. Not giving them the satisfaction.

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[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

When he cupped the back of her head, she slid her free arm around his neck and curled in against him. It wasn't a proper hug, sure, but she could lean against his chest and hide her face against the side of his neck. And maybe if his skin got a little damp, he wouldn't mind too much.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

He let her lean however she wanted, hold on if that's what she wanted. He knew better than to point out any dampness he felt anyway... Dean would be pissed enough he was crying, let alone Sam harping on it. For now, he just sat there and held her close, quiet for the time being... because what could he really say?

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Dean appreciated the quiet moments, even if it made the sharp, jerky breaths she took even more pronounced. When she'd calmed down, she stayed resting against him.

"I'm scared, Sam," she whispered, almost inaudible against his skin. "I don't want to be here. Too many strangers around."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"Dean..." He let out a reluctant noise. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, but come on, give it until tomorrow and--I'll see if I can get you out of here. Okay?" He doubted the doctors would want to release her this soon, but... he could try.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"Don't act so frustrated with me, Sam! I'm not making your life difficult on purpose!" She pulled away and shifted away from him, laying back down on her side. Served her right for being honest, she supposed. She and Sam had a good thing going with constantly pretending everything was okay when it wasn't.

"Forget it. It's fine. I'll stay."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"What--" He looked bewildered a moment as she pulled away and turned her back on him. He stood away from he bed, eyes narrowing a little bit. "Dean, I'm not... Look at me, dude, I'm not frustrated with you. I'm just... I want to help you."

Now he was frustrated, though not entirely with her. More with himself. "I just don't want you leaving here before we know what's going on, Dean... You know what shape you were in! You scared the crap out of me when I found you, Dean... the whole time I kept thinking you could've been dead or something, and I--"

Shit. He just wanted to make sure she was okay...

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Dean listened to him, slowly raising her eyes to look at him. Every time he sighed, frowned, or rolled his eyes, she wanted to punch herself. She felt helpless, small, and burdensome. Dean bit her lip hard and swallowed, looking at him quietly for a minute.

"You really want a way to help me?"

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"You know I do, Dean..." He tilted his head, returning that look. "I just want you to be okay."

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

She nodded slowly and shifted on the hospital bed, moving as far to one side as she could. Then patted the empty space with one bandaged hand. "Sit with me?"

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

He moved to settle in next to her then, carefully putting an arm around her shoulders as he leaned in, kissing her temple after. "Okay, Dean. I'm here."

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

When he sat down, Dean scooted closer and curled up to his side. Rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "Sorry," she whispered softly.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"For what?" He asked, watching as she settled in against him. He rubbed her shoulder absently, soothing.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"I keep saying the wrong thing. I don't mean to. I don't want to make this hard." Any other time, in this position, she'd be fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, but now she couldn't make the fingers move. They twitched uselessly in the bandages and she sighed.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"It's fine, Dean." He could handle Dean being irritable... hadn't entirely expected her to be in the most agreeable mood. "Sorry if you thought I was mad at you or whatever. I'm not."

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"Thanks," she murmured, wiggling closer. The painkillers were wearing off and the heat from Sam's body made her feel a little better. She supposed she'd have to resign herself to the fact that she'd be here a while. Even Dad had been injured badly enough a time or two to consent to a hospital stay. She'd hate it, but... not much to do about it.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

He leaned into her a little more at that, tipping his head against hers. It felt good to have her pressed up against his side like that, comfortable. "You can get some rest if you're tired, man."

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"'Kay. Love you, Sam." She nodded, rubbing her uninjured cheek against his chest. If she settled right, her ear rested right over his heart and she let herself be lulled by the sound. It wasn't very long before she drifted off.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"Love you too, Dean," he murmured, rubbing over her shoulder. He was content to sit there with her awhile, leaning back and letting his eyes drift shut. Even if he was kind of too big to fit in the bed comfortably next to her, it was still the most relaxed he'd been since she'd first disappeared.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

When she finally nodded off, she slept in fits, half awake here and there when pain woke her or bad dreams. Several times, nurses wandered in to check on her, occasionally giving Sam odd looks for sitting there with her. But, Sam was the first thing she looked for each time she opened her eyes.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

Sam didn't have any intention of moving away from her. He stayed pressed close, trying to ease any nightmares she had about or soothe any pain until she was able to drift back off. He didn't care what looks the nurses gave him for sitting with Dean like this--if she needed him there, he was going to stay there with her. Each time she looked at him, he muttered that he was still there with her...

Well, at least until he eventually nodded off into his own sleep... which wasn't entirely peaceful or comfortable either, really, but it was better than he'd had in days.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

When Dean woke again, Sam was still warm and solid under her head. She could tell from his breathing and lack of murmured assurances that he'd drifted off into some sleep of his own. She opened her eyes slowly and blinked up at him. The position he was in couldn't be comfortable. Still, she was glad he was there. He was the only thing keeping her calm.

She leaned up slowly, careful of her injuries, and kissed his cheek. "Sammy..."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

He woke at the kiss, forcing his eyes open and giving her a look as if to see if everything was okay. He relaxed a little when it seemed to be. "Mm... hey." He turned his head to return the kiss lightly to the corner of her mouth.

"You okay?"

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"Hey." She smiled at the kiss and settled back down against him. "M'okay. Just woke up."

Her head tilted to look up at him. "You okay? Slept in a kinda twisty position."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"Yeah... fine, Dean." He wasn't going to complain if he was a little stiff or sore from the weird position after all. He shifted a little, turning his head to kiss her forehead. "Can't believe the nurses didn't chase me off after awhile..."

With the looks he'd been getting? He kind of expected it... though he'd also been feeling pretty stubborn about not moving either way.

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"I'm glad they didn't." She gave him a small smile as she settled back against him. Dean wasn't sure what she would have done if she'd woke from a nightmare and Sam wasn't there. Nothing good, probably. Take off running, most likely.

"Thanks for staying, Sammy."