beerpieandguns | [LJ Meme] Random Scenarios: Angst/Torture

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[LJ Meme] Random Scenarios: Angst/Torture

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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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..."

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?"

"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."

"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.

"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."

"Wouldn't want to be anywhere else, Dean..." He sighed out, tipping his head back and bringing up the arm not cradled around Dean to rub over his face.

"Sore anywhere? I can go get one of the nurses..."

"Sore everywhere. Don't really want nurses, though." She inched back to let Sam move if he wanted to. After being cramped on the tiny hospital bed for so long, he could probably use a stretch.

He gently eased away when she moved, taking a moment to stretch because, yeah, cramped wasn't even the word for it. At least he'd actually gotten some sleep though... "Sure they'll be in soon enough anyway. Think you're up for eating breakfast today?"

She'd barely had any of that soup last night...

"Yeah..." She was equal parts starving and nauseated, but she knew she had to try to eat. The sooner she got back on her feet, the sooner she could get the hell out of here. "Maybe some toast or something?" Something she could eat without a utensil.

"Yeah, good idea..." He turned around to face her, reaching out to rest his hand at the side of her face. "Get your strength up and I'll see about getting you out of here."

Because there was absolutely no way she was going anywhere, weak and in pain as she was now.

Dean sighed at that. She'd much rather get her strength up somewhere else. Then again, if they did that, Sam would have to take care of her alone, so she supposed it was only fair to stay where the work could be pushed off onto the people who got paid to do it.

"If you loved me, you'd make sure chocolate milk found its way to my room today."

He smiled at that. "Yeah... yeah, okay. I can do chocolate milk." And maybe it was risky considering they could be walked in on any minute, but... he wasn't all that worried as he leaned in to press a light, chaste kiss to her lips. He was just-- relieved. Didn't matter how guilty he felt or how angry he was this had happened, Dean was still alive and she'd get better. He thought he wasn't going to get to hear any of her stupid, lame jokes again or ride shotgun next to her in that car she loved too much, or... well, do this kind of stuff again either.

"I love you, Dean..."

She sighed softly and tipped her head up into his kiss. It was fast and soft, but it made her feel better. She wished there was more room. It would make her feel so much better to curl up in his lap and stay there a while.

"Love you, too, Sammy."

He smiled a little bit at that, letting his forehead tip against hers briefly. "Tell me what you want to do when you get out of here, dude... anything you want."

"Curl up in a warm bed somewhere. I've had enough cold to last me a lifetime." Her hands rested on his shoulders lightly. She kissed him again softly. "Guess we might better head toward Bobby's. He'll be pissed if we don't."

"We'll make sure and keep you nice and warm, Dean." He smiled, returning that kiss, a little firmer. "Yeah, it'll be better for you to crash there anyway... hard to recover in motel rooms."

She snorted in amusement at that. "Like that old bed at Bobby's is any more comfortable than a motel bed. Might as well sleep on the floor. It'd be softer." Dean loved the man, but he wasn't much for maintaining his furniture.

"But right now, it's the closest thing to anything like a home we got, dude. And hey, at least we know for sure his shower works." Which they couldn't say for half the places they took a chance on most the time. Plus, it was safe and Dean needed safety right now. But well, Dean did have on thing right. "The bed is crappy though."

"Yeah, I know. You're right." Her back sure as hell wasn't looking forward to that bed, though. Ah well. She'd had a lot worse... injury-wise and accommodations. They'd manage.

She grinned at him, kissing the corner of his mouth lightly. "Think Bobby'd buy that you have to sleep with me so I have something more comfortable to lay on?"

He laughed a little at that. "Don't think he'd get suspicious if I stayed in the room with you..." Considering her injuries and what she'd been through, he didn't think it'd be that big of a stretch that he'd want to keep an eye on her. But-- "I'm pretty sure if he saw you literally sleeping on me, dude, he might get a little suspicious. Besides, I don't remember agreeing to be your bed, Dean. I'd be too stiff to do anything else."

"You'd deny me comfort after my ordeal, Sammy? That's just cold." She teased, finally letting go so he could move away if he wanted to. It hadn't occurred to her until that moment how clingy she was getting. She smiled a little sheepishly, patting his arm with a hand. "You should go find breakfast. You didn't eat much yesterday, either."

"I'm planning on giving you plenty of comfort, dude. As soon as you're out of here." And, honestly, even while she was here, as much as he could give under the scrutiny of nosy staff. He reached up to take her hand gently in his, careful to not hurt it. "Yeah, okay, Dean. I'll hurry back, okay?"

Because he really did need to eat and keep up his strength, even if he hadn't had much of an appetite recently. Leaning in, he went to press his lips to hers in a quick, brief kiss before straightening up to leave. The cafeteria should be open by now and he could just grab something there and get back.]

Dean waited until Sam was gone before she sighed and fumbled to press the nurse call button. As much as she didn't want to do this... she'd rather chew glass than admit she needed this kind of help... she had to do something. If she didn't get a shower soon, she was going to shoot herself. Her hair was clinging to her face in greasy, dirty strands and she didn't know how Sam could stand to kiss her. Or sleep next to her. Last night must have been just delightful for him.

When Sam got back, he'd find the bed empty and hear muted cursing coming from the tiny bathroom in the room.

When Sam got back, yeah... he heard the cursing. He frowned a little bit, tilting his head. "Dean? You, uh... You okay?"

Surely a nurse was in there with her, making sure she wouldn't fall. Didn't mean it was easy to just take a seat and listen to that, knowing she was probably in pain.

"Yeah," she called. "I'm fine." Dean was trying to keep civil for the nurses sake, but it wasn't easy. It did hurt. The hot water over the wounds on her back stung and burned. Every time she tried to do something for herself, her hands protested painfully.

When she came out, she was dressed from the waist down, a towel held to her chest for modesty although she didn't much care by then. The two nurses helping her had seen it all and not in any kind of fun way. They settled her in bed, then went out to get the materials to re-bandage her back and wrists.

She gave Sam a weak smile and tried to joke through clenched teeth. "Check it out, Sammy. I got naked with two chicks. I've still got it..."

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