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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"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.

"You don't have to keep thanking me, Dean..." He smiled a little, watching her drink the juice, leaning back on a hand. "Hurt anywhere or anything?"

"Uh uh. Just floaty." She didn't really feel much of anything. Which was a nice change from being sick and in pain, she supposed. At least she wasn't drooling or anything. "Doc wasn't kiddin' around with those drugs, dude."

"Yeah, I can tell." Feeling nothing was better than watching her in pain, so he supposed it was lucky they had those pills. After he finished his own breakfast, he shifted to lay beside her on the bed again... didn't really want to be away from her, honestly. Not after weeks of not knowing if she was dead or alive.

When Sam laid down, she reached over and rested a hand on his head. Her fingers scrunched in his hair as best they could. It felt good to just have him there. "You sleepy?"

He snorted when she decided to tangle a hand into his hair, not really minding it though. "No, I'm good. Just laying down a minute, Dean..." Mostly because he wanted to stick next to her."

Hey, the doctor told her to exercise and keep her fingers limber! She thought this was a good way to do that. "You call Bobby?"

He doubted that meant playing with his hair, but he wasn't going to complain about it! "Yeah... told him we probably won't be there as soon as I said. Want to make sure you can stand the trip there."

Hey, it got her fingers moving! That was what was important. "I'll be okay soon. Just a bad morning."

That's true, which is why he'd lay there letting her do whatever she wanted, really. "It's fine, Dean. No one expects you to be back to normal over night."

Her fingers clumsily moved down from his hair to trail down his neck and the side of his face. She frowned, trying to will them to work correctly. "Nobody but me, dude."

He tipped his head against her fingers, coming up to lightly rest his hand on top of hers. "Yeah, well... you'll feel better, Dean."

"Mmm.. maybe." She patted his cheek softly. "I think you should come kiss me."

"Yeah?" He gave a thoughtful hum for a moment before finally scooting in to press his lips to hers in a soft kiss. "How's that?"

"Good start." She slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him soft again. It was good to feel something soft and nice for a change.

He leaned in again to kiss her, letting his hand rest at her waist lightly, just holding on to her as he lingered there for a moment in the contact.

After the kiss ended, Dean rested her head on his shoulder, staying close to him. She kissed his neck softly. "Love you, Sammy."

"Love you too, Dean," he murmured, his arm sliding around her securely when she settled in. Never wanted to do without this again... didn't want to have to sit around wondering for weeks if she's alive or dead..

"We'll be okay," she murmured against his shoulder. Rubbed her cheek against his skin and nuzzled his neck softly.

"Yeah... of course we will," he murmured, bringing a hand up to brush through her hair. "How do you feel now anyway?"

"Better," she answered him as she settled against him. Being this close to him was calming. Even if she hadn't been on huge amounts of painkillers. She sighed and tipped into the touch of his hand. "Less queasy. Less sore."

"Good." He leaned in to kiss her forehead lightly, keeping her close and brushing through her hair. "Glad you're feeling better, Dean."

[LJ Meme] Random Scenarios: Angst/Torture

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