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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Just the look she was looking for. She smiled to herself and settled in against him, doing her best to ignore the way each motion of the car made her back ache. It was so worth it to escape the hospital. There was a prescription for painkillers to fill at some point, but right now she wanted food and peace and quiet. In that order.

"Just making sure. Salad eater." She nuzzled against his shoulder and sighed, eyes closing for a few moments.

"How is salad eater even an insult? You're a dweeb sometimes, Dean." It felt nice to be this relaxed again, back to just bickering and being together. He'd missed it way too much.

The first decent place he found, he pulled in to order her a burger and fries--and yeah, okay, a salad for himself.

Then it was off to find them a decent room for the night.

"Says the salad eater." She didn't really know how it was an insult. It just was. So there.

She gave a happy sigh at the smell of her dinner, holding the bag in her lap as they searched for a motel. The place they stopped at looked fairly decent, thank goodness. She was looking forward to stretching out in a decent bed.

Sam was just as glad to be able to stretch out on a decent bed. He wouldn't complain about sitting with Dean, but hospitals weren't comfortable and he was kind of too big to fit comfortably side by side in one of the narrow beds with Dean.

He was looking forward to being able to have room and have Dean close without any scrutiny from the nurses anyway or disapproving looks like he was disturbing his own injured sister by being close. He brought their things in and put their food on a table, and stuck with Dean in case she needed help getting in.

As much as she hated to admit it, the trip from the hospital to the motel room wore her out a little. She leaned into Sam's side as she made her way into the room. She was tempted to pretend it was just cuddling, but she was pretty sure Sam wasn't buying it.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. "I hate being such a wreck," she sighed.

"You're doing pretty good, dude, all things considered." He smiled a little as he went to settle next to her on the bed, easing an arm around her, pulling her to lean against him.

"You'll be better in no time. I'll make sure of it."

Dean leaned into Sam's side, pillowing her head on his chest and thinking longingly of their lunch on the table. There was just no way she'd find the energy to sit up in one of those uncomfortable chairs, though. Not when she couldn't even lean back.

"I know, Sammy. You always take good care of me."

Not good enough care or she wouldn't be like this right now, but he bit back the comment, kissing her forehead instead. After that, he got to his feet and went to grab the bag with their food in it to bring back over.

"C'mon, eat up. You bugged me for this burger, so you better enjoy it, man."

Dean gave him an immensely grateful look and settled herself carefully against the pillows, holding the bag in her lap. Food! Real food! She didn't care what Sam said, this was the good stuff.

Of course, there was the wrapper to deal with. She bit her lip and gave him a sideways glance, a little sheepish. "Can you, uh... open it for me?"

"Yeah, here." He reached for the burger to pull away the wrapper, handing it back after before starting to eat his own food.

"Do you need me to run out for that prescription, Dean? Might need it by tonight..." And he didn't want her to have to tough it out.

"Thanks." It was awkward, with the way her hands were splinted, but she managed to hold onto the burger well enough to feed herself. Thank god. The whole asking for help thing wasn't really getting easier.

She glanced over at his question and nodded hesitantly. "I guess that's probably a good idea. Good to have it, even if I don't need it right away."

Although she suspected she would before the night was out.

"Let me finish eating then I'll go get them... better pick up some other supplies too." He'd have to help her change her bandages after all and they'd need some more.

"Think you'll be okay while I'm gone?"

"No rush." She didn't want him jumping up to do things for her at every second. It was one thing to jokingly boss him around when she was well, but this was different. She didn't want to use him.

She looked up from picking at her fries. "Yeah, I'll be fine. No problem."

It wasn't about her being bossy or using him--he didn't want to leave her alone, period, so the quicker he got it out of the way, the sooner he got to watch after her, keep her in his sights. Plus, he really didn't want her dealing with a lot of pain if he could help it.

He smiled when she looked up, nodding. "Good."

"Thanks." She shifted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. The fries were good, but her appetite wasn't quite up to snuff yet. And she was tired. Maybe she'd nap while Sam was gone. "Gonna call Bobby later?"

"Yeah. I'll let him what's going on. Last I called him was when you were moved up to your own room and the doctors filled me in on a little of what was going on." And he was sure Bobby would want to know that she was doing better, that they'd be stopping by. "Have to make sure your lumpy bed is ready for you after all."

"Oh, swell." She rolled her eyes at that, smiling a little. By now, one would think she'd be used to lumpy beds. Ah well. "Tell him to buy me some ice cream, while he's laying in provisions."

"Ice cream? Seriously?" He snorted. "Do you want candy too, dude?"

"Yes. Peanut M&Ms." She stuck out her tongue at his amusement. What? If she could get ice cream out of the deal, she was gonna do it.

He shook his head. It was good to see her joking around again, acting more like herself. "How old are you, dude? Does he need to kiss your boo boos better?"

"Thought I'd leave the kissing to you, Sammy. Unless you think his beard would tickle nicely?" She smirked at him. Suck on that mental image, little brother.

Oh, nice, Dean. That just gets a grossed out look. "Dude, shut up. That's-- just not right at all."

If she hadn't been injured, he might have been tempted to retaliate for that.

"It was funny, though." She thought it was funny. The look on Sam's face definitely had been. And not getting her butt kicked for that was the only good thing that'd happened as a result of those injuries.

"It totally wasn't." Well, Dean had a twisted sense of humor. And she totally at least got a fry tossed at her for the mental scarring anyway. "Jerk."

She laughed and picked up the fry to munch on it. Seemed like the appropriate reaction. "Aww, c'mon. It was a little bit funny." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Want me to kiss it better, Sammy?" She winked at him.

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