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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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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..."

He managed a smile at her when she was settled, trying to avert his eyes a little for modesty's sake and because it was hard seeing Dean in pain when he couldn't really do crap about it. "Yeah, Dean... sounded really sexy too."

He tilted his head, looking back at her. "Feel better after the shower at least?"

"You're just jealous."

She closed her eyes a minute, trying to settle the urge to curse some more. Maybe when those nurses came back, she wouldn't argue so hard against painkillers this time. She opened her eyes and glanced over at him, nodding a little. "It was that or shave my head, dude."

"Totally, dude. Thought you'd invite me, knowing you."

He gave her a look before deciding to get up and go back over to her, reaching out to take one of her hands gently in his. "Don't think you got what it takes to pull off the bald look."

"Next time."

She let him take her hand, looking down at the raw, bruised band around her wrist. Looked up at him and gave a wry smile. "I'll have you know I have a very nice, symmetrical head."

"Well, if you insist, dude... I could always shave it for you." He flashed a teasing look, letting go of her hands for now.

"Gosh, you're so helpful." She gave him a look and settled a little more comfortably. Not long after, the nurses returned with the bandages and medication. Her wrists were attended to first, then she laid on her stomach while they disinfected and bandaged her back.

Sam stepped out again while they cleaned and bandaged her, gave her something to ease up the pain too hopefully. When they were finished though, he was right back in the room with her and taking his seat by the edge of the bed.

"Hey..."

"Heeeey, Sammy..." Dean slurred, giving him a loopy smile. Yep, they took her request for painkillers very seriously. Whatever she was on, it worked like a charm. "What's f'breakfast?"

"I guess they gave you the good stuff, huh?" He laughed a little and figured it wouldn't hurt really to settle in next to her on the bed again. Probably be out like a light again soon enough. "Nothing interesting, Dean. Just grabbed some bacon and they had some oatmeal..."

He grinned. "They bring you yours yet?"

"Mmmmmm... bacon." She snuggled in against his side when he sat by her. Rubbed her cheek against his chest and sighed happily. Warmer, now that she was fully dressed and tucked up against Sam.

"Nope, n'yet."

He rubbed his hand carefully over her shoulder as she snuggled in against him. "I'm sure they'll bring it soon... much be starving, huh?"

At least the drugs had her in a pretty good mood. He turned his head to lightly press his lips to her forehead.

"Mmm-hmm... stomach hurts." Or, it did before the drugs anyway. She yawned and let her eyes close. Sleep sounded so good just then. Dimly, she felt his lips on her forehead and smiled. "You eat?" She probably shouldn't curl up on him if he hadn't yet... he'd need that arm.

"I ate," he reassured, noticing how drowsy she was anyway. "Go ahead and sleep, Dean... it's okay. I'll stay right here." Seemed to help with the nightmares last night at least.

Before she got a chance to sleep, a nurse returned with her breakfast. At least it wasn't oatmeal. She wasn't ready to deal with another spoon issue yet. She managed to handle the bacon, toast, and orange juice well enough with some fumbling. Kinda missed coffee, but she supposed she could deal without for now.

She was nearly asleep by the time she was done. Either eating was that exhausting, or the drugs were kicking her ass. She was totally going to blame the drugs...

When the food was brought in, he watched her eat, glad to see she was able to handle most of it on her own--at least they hadn't brought her in something that she could only eat with a lot of help.

He kind of smiled by how drowsy she was by the end of the meal and curled his arm back around her. "Dude, you suck at handling these drugs."

Not that he'd probably be any better. From what Dean had told him, he usually acted like an idiot whenever he got loaded up with pain medicine, but still. It was weird seeing Dean this out of it.

"Hush, Sammy. I'm sharp as a needle." She said as she cuddled in against him and closed her eyes again. Arguing was such an ingrained instinct, she didn't even have to be awake for it. Moments later, she was sound asleep, face buried against the side of Sam's neck.

"Yeah, totally, dude." He let her curl into him and shifted around a little to get comfortable. Or as comfortable as he could on a tiny bed... now he definitely missed their lumpy motel beds. At least they were big enough to lay side by side comfortably.

Still, he ended up dozing off for a bit, himself. He had a lot of sleep to make up for too after all.

While the drugs were in effect, Dean slept soundly. Even after they wore off, she managed to stay comfortable a while, having a full stomach for the first time in days and Sam's warm, solid presence under her cheek.

A few hours later, a nurse and doctor walked in and woke her to check on her injuries.

Sam stirred awake, still half-asleep by the time he realized what was going on and that he should probably excuse himself so they could do their work.

Or at least get off the bed. He shifted, easing his arm from around her so he could get to his feet.

[LJ Meme] Random Scenarios: Angst/Torture

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