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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Dean gave a tired nod and stepped out of the shower, letting Sam towel her off so she wouldn't have to aggravate her back further. Back in the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed and held out her wrists for Sam while he worked on the bandaging.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "Wish I could do more to help."

"It's not a problem, Dean," he murmured, attention focused on his task carefully. Wanted to make sure the wounds were clean and covered. After the wrists were done, he moved on to her back.

"I mean, how many times have you patched me up?" Or he'd patched her up. Maybe never to quite this extent, but... it wasn't something he minded doing.

"Wish I could've found you sooner."

"Yeah, we managed to get knocked around pretty good." She swayed a little in place, still pretty loopy from the medicine, although she was trying very hard to keep it contained. She frowned a little at his last words. "I know you did the best you could, Sammy."

"Yeah.." But that hadn't been good enough. That wasn't important right now though. He got her bandaged and grabbed the shirt he'd set out to slip onto her.

"Alright, into bed, Dean." He just had to get her settled in and comfortable... then grab breakfast and maybe give Bobby a call to let him know that yeah, no way he could stick Dean in a car to go anywhere when she was like this on her pain medication. "Get some sleep, okay?"

Usually, she'd complain and grouch when Sam was telling her what to do, but today she just followed direction. Let him bandage and dress her. Bundle her into bed. Once she was settled, she looked up at him dizzily, nodding. "Try..."

She felt awful. Sick from the medicine and cold in her bones. She shivered under the blankets, even though the room was relatively comfortable. Ugh. Hated this.

"Dean, are you okay?" He asked, watching her shiver. She didn't exactly look good right now. Reaching out, he ran his fingers through her hair before deciding to settle in beside her. Food could wait.

"Yeah. Be okay, Sammy." She closed her eyes and settled in against him. Eating might settle the nausea, but right now she was too concerned with keeping Sam in her line of sight. She didn't really want him to leave. Even for just a little while.

He knew she needed to eat, but if she wanted him to stay there with her for a bit, he could do that. Just until she was asleep and not likely to notice if he went out to grab a bite for them. Right now, he just pressed his lips soothingly to the side of her face, kept an arm curled around her.

She sighed softly and leaned up into those kisses. Kind of felt like she was being a colossal pain in the ass right now, but Sam was being really good about it. And he was warm. She loved being curled up close to him, even when she didn't feel like nine miles of bad road. "Love you."

"Yeah... love you too, Dean," he murmured softly, nuzzling against her shoulder lightly. Liked being close to her like this, liked knowing she was here with him and safe.

After a while, in spite of herself and her physical discomfort, he started to doze off a little. Sam always made her feel safe. She knew he'd look after her.

When she'd dozed off nice and deep, he eased away, tried to get out without waking her up. Wouldn't be gone for more than twenty minutes or so anyway... with any luck, she'd sleep through it and never even know he'd stepped out.

Dean stayed asleep while Sam was gone. She was worn out from the shower and sunk deep under the pain medication. When Sam moved away, she shifted over slightly and settled into the warm depression left in the mattress from his body.

He came back, carrying donuts because she'd wanted them earlier along with some things for later he could store in the small fridge that came in the room... that way, he wouldn't have to leave again.

Seeing that she was still asleep, he decided to settle on the edge of the bed, reaching out to give her a gentle shake. "Hey... you hungry?"

Dean woke with a start, blinking slowly and trying to bring Sam into focus. Once she locked onto his face, she nodded a little and started to sit up. "Soun's good."

"Got you your donuts," he murmured, giving her a teasing look before taking one out and handing it over to her. "How do you feel now?"

She fumbled with the donut until she had a grip on it, a blush on her face at his teasing. She would have told him not to worry about it if she'd been awake. It was good, though. Her stomach felt a little less queasy once she had something besides pills in it. "A lil' better. Still kinda loopy."

"You okay?"

"Good." Well, not so much the loopy part, but at least she looked a little bit better. The food should help, hopefully.

He paused at the question, shrugging. "Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Just checkin'..." She reached a hand out and brushed her fingertips down the side of his face. She could only sort of feel his skin under them. "You looked unhappy, before."

He breathed out a sigh at the touch, tipping in against the touch lightly, carefully. "Just want to get you better, Dean... m'okay."

"Mmm'kay. Just want you to be happy, y'know?" She smiled dizzily.

"I know, Dean..." She was definitely still loopy. He reached out to brush through her hair, soothing. "Want some more sleep?"

"Naw." She shook her head. Tired of sleeping. She blinked at him as she leaned into his hand. "Did'ja get anything to drink? Kinda thirsty..."

"I'll get you something." He got to his feet and grabbed the juice he'd put in the fridge--figured she'd like something other than water... and figured coffee probably wouldn't be too smart when she should be trying to get some rest instead of downing caffeine. He passed the bottle over to her after he opened it. "Here, drink this."

"Thanks, Sammy." She took the bottle carefully in both hands and sipped at the juice. Didn't even care what kind it was, as long as it was cold and wet. She sighed a little, settling into the pillows.

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