[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]

"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...

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

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."