[LJ Meme] Random Scenarios: Angst/Torture

[beerpieandguns]

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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[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

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?"

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"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..."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"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?"

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"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."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"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.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

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?"

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

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

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"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.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

His arms settled loosely around her as she settled back, tipping his head in to nuzzle at her, kissing her temple. "You okay, Dean?"

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"Yeah." As okay as she was likely to get for a while. Maybe she should feel bad for using Sam as her personal heating pad, but he didn't seem too put off by it. "Be alright, Sammy. Just need to figure out how to get some rest."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"Just close your eyes. Try and rest awhile..." They could always change the bandages first thing in the morning and she looked tired. Bringing up a hand, he brushed through her hair and just tried to soothe her into sleeping. He didn't mind their current position at all after all.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

Dean nodded slow and closed her eyes. It took a while, but eventually the warmth from Sam's body and the painkillers finally kicking in lulled her into a light sleep. She settled in against the pillows and sighed.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

Sam stayed pressed close, watching as she drifted off and felt her breath start to even out. It was only after he as sure she'd fallen asleep that he let himself start to doze as well, staying pressed close to her, keeping his arm around her comfortably.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

For the first time in weeks, Dean slept soundly. As soon as she drifted off, she stayed in a deep, dreamless sleep. When she woke in the late morning, she was still decently relaxed. She could tell the pain was on its way back, but for now the painkillers were holding out.

She closed her eyes again and rubbed his arm around her lightly.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

Sam slept just as well--deep and dreamless. When he woke to her rubbing against his arm, he let out a soft sigh, nuzzling into her neck. "Hey..." She didn't look like she was in obvious pain at least... that was good.

"You alright?"

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"M'okay," she answered with a yawn. Her hand moved down his arm to his wrist, fingers bending experimentally around it. Not nearly healed yet, but at least it was better than what she could do in the hospital. "N'awake yet. Brain feels slushy." Yay, narcotics.

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"Dude, are you still stoned?" He teased lightly, smiling against her skin. It was kind of nice to see that she could kind of hold his wrist... not as tight as she should be able to, but even slight pressure was better than nothing.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"Very funny," she grumbled. Not that she really minded. She felt like a stuffed animal made out of cotton or something. Her brain was squishy and nothing felt real. It was funny enough, she was tempted to giggle. "You should get us donuts."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"Donuts... sure, I could get us donuts. First, we should get washed up." And he needed to change those bandages. Better to do it when Dean wasn't all entirely in her right mind.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"Awww, I want donuts." She complained, then she giggled, burying her face in the pillows. "Donuts, Sammyyyyyy..."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

Yeah, stoned was the right word for it. He shook his head at the complaints and the whining. "Dude... if Bobby offers to watch you when we get there, I'm totally taking him up on it, at least while you're on the meds."

Except he wouldn't. Like he could ever not try to take care of his sister, even when she was stoned out of her head, though it might be amusing to see how he'd deal with her.

On second thought, he probably shouldn't stick her in a car like this at all.

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

Dean's dopey smile disappeared and she jerked around to face him, ignoring the line of fire that raced up her back at the sudden movement. Her eyes were wide and frightened. No Sam meant bad things happened to her. "Don't leave me, Sammy! I'm sorry."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

He'd been teasing and he thought that was obvious until she was jerking around. He started, reaching out to stop her from moving. "Hey! Careful, Dean!" He shrugged dumbly. "I was just kidding. Dude, you know I'm not leaving."

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

Any other time, it would have been obvious, but she didn't have full use of her brain at the moment. She kept thinking back to how badly she'd been afraid to be alone at the hospital or how awful being alone in that cellar had been. "Okay. Okay..." She didn't believe him. "We'll get cleaned up."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

"Dean... calm down," he murmured, shifting back over her, leaning in to kiss her softly. "We'll get cleaned up in a minute..." Like after she relaxed.