[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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[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"Donuts... sure, I could get us donuts. First, we should get washed up." And he needed to change those bandages. Better to do it when Dean wasn't all entirely in her right mind.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"Awww, I want donuts." She complained, then she giggled, burying her face in the pillows. "Donuts, Sammyyyyyy..."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

Yeah, stoned was the right word for it. He shook his head at the complaints and the whining. "Dude... if Bobby offers to watch you when we get there, I'm totally taking him up on it, at least while you're on the meds."

Except he wouldn't. Like he could ever not try to take care of his sister, even when she was stoned out of her head, though it might be amusing to see how he'd deal with her.

On second thought, he probably shouldn't stick her in a car like this at all.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

Dean's dopey smile disappeared and she jerked around to face him, ignoring the line of fire that raced up her back at the sudden movement. Her eyes were wide and frightened. No Sam meant bad things happened to her. "Don't leave me, Sammy! I'm sorry."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

He'd been teasing and he thought that was obvious until she was jerking around. He started, reaching out to stop her from moving. "Hey! Careful, Dean!" He shrugged dumbly. "I was just kidding. Dude, you know I'm not leaving."

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

Any other time, it would have been obvious, but she didn't have full use of her brain at the moment. She kept thinking back to how badly she'd been afraid to be alone at the hospital or how awful being alone in that cellar had been. "Okay. Okay..." She didn't believe him. "We'll get cleaned up."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"Dean... calm down," he murmured, shifting back over her, leaning in to kiss her softly. "We'll get cleaned up in a minute..." Like after she relaxed.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"I'm good. I'm okay." She closed her eyes as Sam kissed her, trying to will down the panic. Yeah, that was... awful. The argument they'd had at the hospital came back to her and she thought again about how much trouble she must be to him. She had to find a way to make this easier. "I'm fine."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"I know you are, but that doesn't mean we have to rush, dude." She totally wasn't fine, but Sam could play along for right now if it would calm her down.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"Okay," she answered back softly. In a few minutes she started to relax a little, tension draining out. Although, now that she was less focused on panic, she could feel the pain she'd stirred up with the sharp motions. She bit her bottom lip and settled as much as she could.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

He idly pressed a few kisses here and there along the side of her face, feeling her relax a little now. Good, that was better. He'd need to check those wounds, make sure she hadn't opened any with those jerky motions. "Probably about time for more medicine too, Dean..."

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

She nodded slowly, opening her eyes to look up at him. Reached up a hand and patted his shoulder lightly. The motion wasn't pleasant but she felt a little better for touching him. "Okay, Sammy."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

Reluctantly, he pulled away to grab her pills and decided to stop off and start the shower, leaving it running while he went to hand her the water and the medicine.

"Take these then we'll get you cleaned up, Dean. Okay?"

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"Yeah, no problem." She slowly pushed herself into a sitting position and took the pills from him. Swallowed them, then handed the glass back. She swung her feet off the side and carefully stood up to head into the bathroom.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

Sam followed her in, slowly tugging away his own clothes and going to help Dean with hers and any bandages. Wasn't going to let her shower alone... though typically, their showers were way more fun than this one was going to be, at least he had his sister back with him again.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

As much as she hated to, she had to let him do most of the work of undressing her and removing the bandages. The ones on her wrists weren't too bad and healing fairly quickly. Most of the damage in the wrists was internal, apart from some skin abrasions. The back was the worst. There was a scattering of crisscross slashes from shoulders to the base of her spine, some needing stitches to keep them closed.

Once she was naked, she stepped carefully in under the water and let it run over her with a sigh. It stung her back, but otherwise it felt awesome.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

He stepped in behind her, frowning at the sight of her back. Hated seeing her hurt like this, but for right now, he just went to wash her up. He tried to be as careful as he could, not wanting to make those wounds burn anymore than they probably did. "Feel better?"

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"Yeah, definitely." In spite of the pain, she really did feel better. The hot water loosened cramped muscles and washed away the feeling of dirt still clinging to her. The nurses had tried, but with such a tiny bathroom and limitations, she hadn't gotten as clean as she might have liked to. "Could you... would you mind going over my hair real quick?"

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"No... I got it, Dean." Once he was sure everything else was clean, he grabbed the shampoo to start washing her hair, lathering the soap up, rubbing against her scalp. "There... think you're done."

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"Thanks." She sighed deeply and leaned into his hands while he washed her hair. His fingers on his scalp felt really good. Soothing. When he finished, she stepped into the water spray to rinse the soap out, making a soft sound as the soap ran over her back again. At least it was clean, though.

By the time it was all done, she was very tired and a little green from the medication. She leaned against Sam and let her head lull against his shoulder.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"Hey, come on, let's get you out of here." He reached over to turn the water off and get her out and dried off. "Let's get you to bed so I can bandage you back up and you can rest... then I'll go grab some breakfast."

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

Dean gave a tired nod and stepped out of the shower, letting Sam towel her off so she wouldn't have to aggravate her back further. Back in the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed and held out her wrists for Sam while he worked on the bandaging.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "Wish I could do more to help."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"It's not a problem, Dean," he murmured, attention focused on his task carefully. Wanted to make sure the wounds were clean and covered. After the wrists were done, he moved on to her back.

"I mean, how many times have you patched me up?" Or he'd patched her up. Maybe never to quite this extent, but... it wasn't something he minded doing.

"Wish I could've found you sooner."

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"Yeah, we managed to get knocked around pretty good." She swayed a little in place, still pretty loopy from the medicine, although she was trying very hard to keep it contained. She frowned a little at his last words. "I know you did the best you could, Sammy."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"Yeah.." But that hadn't been good enough. That wasn't important right now though. He got her bandaged and grabbed the shirt he'd set out to slip onto her.

"Alright, into bed, Dean." He just had to get her settled in and comfortable... then grab breakfast and maybe give Bobby a call to let him know that yeah, no way he could stick Dean in a car to go anywhere when she was like this on her pain medication. "Get some sleep, okay?"