beerpieandguns | [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 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.

The doctor asked if Dean wanted Sam to wait outside, but she didn't mind if he stayed. It was up to him. All she was really focused on was finding out whether or not she'd be allowed to leave.

They started with the injuries on her back, the doctor declaring that they were healing well. Although there was probably going to be scarring. After her back was re-wrapped, they unbandaged her wrists and examined them. She winced and cursed softly when her fingers were bent to test the range of motion. She was a little disappointed by the lack of flexibility, the doctor seemed hopeful the nerves would regrow on their own.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief at that.

Sam decided to stay since he kind of wanted to know how she was doing. He was glad to hear that... thankfully, she was healing well and no surgery was going to happen, thankfully. He gave a relieved sigh of his own at that idea.

"When can she come home?" He was just as eager to have her out of here before they had to deal with anything too invasive, before their fake info was found out, but he wanted to make sure she'd be fine if they did leave.

Dean added her hopeful eyes to the question. She wanted out. The doctor answered that she could probably leave that evening after another round of tests on her hands.

As soon as they left, Dean turned a relieved smile on Sam. "I'm almost out of here, dude."

Sam felt himself relax a little. Finally, some good news. He returned the smile, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her lips. "Yeah... when you get out, we'll get a room for the night somewhere, I guess. I'll give Bobby a call that we'll be heading his way soon, I guess."

"Thanks," she told him, heartfelt. There was nothing she wanted more than to get out of the hospital and into somewhere quiet and private. Even Bobby's lumpy, uncomfortable spare bed would be a welcome change at this point. "Bobby's by way of a good burger joint..."

He smiled at that thanks... not that he thought he really deserved it. He hadn't got to her in time, hadn't been able to turn up anything on her before... well. But it was nice to see Dean in a better mood at least. "Right, okay. We'll get you a burger, dude."

Dean swore she was going to hold him to that and hours later, when the release paperwork came around, she reminded him again. Not that she thought he'd actually forget, but because it was nice to get back to 'normal'. He expected her to be hungry all the time, although to be fair, she had a good reason this time.

She also complained about the nurse pushing her to the front door in a wheelchair. Damn hospital regulations. Her hands were messed up, not her feet.

Even Dean's complaining and reminders to feed her decent food couldn't bring him down. He followed her and the nurse out, parting to go bring the car around to pick her up.

He totally got the door open for her, but he didn't try to help her in--figured she'd bitch about him coddling her or whatever and it was better to save the big arguments for later.

She appreciated his effort at being helpful without being too helpful. As hard as she tried to remind herself that she really was injured pretty badly and probably could use the help, she still wanted to do it all herself. It bugged her to be to helpless. She was the one who was supposed to take care of Sam, damnit. It was her job. Without even being able to drive, though, she had to admit he was a little more capable than she was right now.

"Don't forget my burger, dude." She reminded him for at least the eighth time, just to get a rise out of him and because it gave her a good excuse to slide across the seat and curl up to him to poke him with one splinted hand.

[LJ Meme] Random Scenarios: Angst/Torture

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