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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"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.

"Well, that is the least you can do," he grumbled half-heartedly, turning his head to catch her in a proper kiss--felt like forever since he'd gotten to do that. "Think I'm gonna head out now, Dean."

He'd finished his food, Dean was on her fries and looked kind of tired, so... figured he should probably run out real quick.

It did feel like forever. Dean sighed into the kiss, leaning into it. She smiled and nodded a little when he pulled back. "Okay. I'll be here."

Not like she could go anywhere on her own. She shifted back to let him up and settled as comfortably as she could against the pillows. "See ya when you get back."

Sam got up, grabbed the keys to the Impala and... then excused himself. He stepped out and to the Impala. The store run was quick and on his way back tot he motel, he rung up Bobby to give him the news...

and mention the ice cream thing.

Really, of all the ridiculous things Dean could've asked for to make herself comfortable...

Either way, he was walking in the door soon enough, carrying a bag with her prescription and some new bandages.

She'd been mostly kidding about the ice cream. It would be funny to hear Bobby complaining about it when they got there.

When Sam got back, Dean had drifted off. She tried to stay awake, but it just didn't happen. The sound of the door opening didn't even wake her.

Mentioning the ice cream had mostly been for Sam... it'd be just as funny for him to hear Bobby bitch to Dean about it--and she kinda deserved it after that joke earlier!

He realized quick she was asleep and deep enough she didn't even start at the sound of the door... well, then, he was just going to quietly undress, turn off the lights in the room and settle in as well. No sense in waking her up if she was sleeping easy.

Not long after Sam settled in, the presence of another body registered to her subconscious and she shifted over in her sleep, pressing into his side. Sam was always so warm. He was like a magnet for her.

He smiled a little when he felt her shifting close and pressing against him, rolling to his own side to ease an arm carefully around her before he let himself start to drift off into what would hopefully be a much more pleasant sleep than usual.

Dean slept soundly a while, curled up warm against Sam. Eventually, the painkillers from the hospital wore off completely and she whimpered in her sleep, shivering at the burning sensation crawling up her back and along her wrists and fingers. She woke biting her lip, curling in closer to Sam.

He didn't know something was off right away. The whimper had him stirring and he felt her shifting close though. He drowsily curled in a little tighter, turned to kiss her on the forehead. "Y'okay?"

"I..." It was tempting to say everything was fine and let him go back to sleep. Still, if it got any worse, she'd probably wake him up anyway, trying to be quiet. Then he'd be pissed she didn't say something. "Hurts..."

"Oh--" That as all he needed to convince him to push himself up. He wordlessly went to grab the pills, taking a couple out and then went to the bathroom to pour a glass of water. He handed the pills over then.

"Take these, Dean. They'll help." God, what time was it anyway? he muffled a yawn. "Think we need to change your bandages yet?"

"Thanks." She fumbled the pills into her mouth and washed them down with the water, handing it back to him before she tried to settle again. It hurt to lay there. It hurt to breathe. "Sorry, t'wake you up."

She glanced up at the question. "Can wait, if you wanna go back to sleep."

"It's no problem... you'd do the same for me, Dean." He went to settle back in bed. He didn't mind changing the bandages now, but the way she was looking... he wanted to give the pills a chance to kick in first.

"We can wait a few minutes..." He reached out to lightly brush through her hair in an attempt to soothe her a little.

She nodded at that, glad for the delay. She wasn't sure if she could handle him pulling off the bandages right now. His touch got a slight smile out of her and she watched his face for a minute, considering.

"Sam, will you lay behind me?"

"Lay behind you?" He gave a curious look, but he nodded. "Yeah, sure... however you want me, Dean."

"Thanks." When he laid down behind her, she leaned back into him to slowly and carefully rest her back against his chest. It hurt at first, but soon the heat from his body seeped through the bandages and helped a little with the pain. She sighed and let her eyes close, waiting for the drugs to kick in.

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