[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]

"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..

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

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

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

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

[beerpieandguns.insanejournal.com]

"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."

[helosthisshoe.insanejournal.com]

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