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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The minute that Dean went mention, anything else just... kind of ceased to matter to Sam. The most prominent, the most important thing was finding his sister, hunting down whoever took her. It was kind of difficult to do when he had zero to go on that made much sense. There had been disappearances over the years... usually one or two girls here and there. But there wasn't one specific area they disappeared from. It seemed like all over around the area though. They weren't taken fro one specific spot.

But what they did have in common that they were young, they were attractive.

And he really shouldn't have listened to Dean's insistence on doing the scouting alone, doing any work on this stupid fucking case alone.

But it was done and all Sam could do was keep pushing himself and work, find something, anything. His drive was doubled-- he slept the minimal he could, barely ate more than would keep up his strength because the rest of the time, he was interviewing the families of the other victims or digging up what he could at libraries or on the computers.

Any source he had at hand, he was using.

It was just by chance that he found a lead and some hope. Someone who'd seen someone who looked an awful lot like his sister after so long questioning everyone he could think of. They'd seen her being carried into some truck. From there, he managed to track the info he did have to some place out by itself, on its own expansive land, surrounded by trees, and far away from any prying eyes.

His stomach turned when he realized that they were humans. They were just humans. Humans who were twisted fucks that got off on doing God knows what to their victims. Yeah, next time he had a bad feeling about something, Dean was going to damn well listen to him.

All in all, they were humans and Sam had been trained to take on monsters and demons. He could definitely handle other people attacking him, especially with the thought of Dean suffering at their hands. Sam couldn't even handle the thought of her already being dead, of losing the last of his family, so he didn't let himself consider it as he searched the house, eventually making his way down into some dark, cold cellar.

He had his flashlight out, nursing some bruises and cuts from the earlier fight, a bullet grazing across his shoulder... but he was alive and the guys upstairs were in a hell of a lot worse shape than him. "Dean!" He called out, walking down the steps, voice frantic and rough from the earlier fight.

When he saw her, his stomach sunk. He rushed to her side, reaching out to take her face in his hands to try and get her to focus, look at him. "Dean... look at me. Please-- Dean," he murmured, tone anxious, pleading.

Fever, hunger, hypothermia, shock... or any mix of the above had Dean jerking weakly away from the hands grabbing at her. She kicked out with one offt, uncoordinated and off target. She missed him by several inches, the motion jerking at her cuffed wrists and reopening the wounds, making them bleed sluggishly.

"Get th' fuck off me," she slurred, not quite focusing on Sam's face.

He winced when she tried to attack, but she was too weak to do any damage anyway. Crap... those assholes. He didn't want to hurt her, but he had to take her hands to work those cuffs off, making a soft, shushing noise. "It's me, Dean, Sam. It's Sam, okay?"

There was no way he was going to be able to fix her up at a motel. He knew that. He'd probably have to take her to a hospital. Didn't even know how he'd explain all this, but that didn't matter. "Gonna get you some help, okay? You're going to be okay."

It took a second for the gentle words and soft tone to penetrate her panicked haze. She blinked slowly, trying to focus on his face. "Sammy?"

Sam wasn't... supposed to be here. He could get hurt if he was here, but she'd been hoping to see him, hadn't she? God, she was confused. She whimpered softly as he worked the cuffs off, skin raw and bloody where she'd jerked at them. She barely felt it now, as cold as she was, but when she warmed up it was going to hurt like hell.

"Yeah, it's me... Dean, I know you're hurt, okay? But- but I don't know how many of these assholes there are," he murmured. "I don't want to get caught by any more of'em, okay?"

The couple he'd ran into already had been enough and it left a sick feeling in his stomach that there could even be more, but... he wasn't ruling it out. Slipping off his jacket, he eased it around Dean as he went to pick her up. They had to be quick and that's all he could do. "Gonna be okay, alright? Going to take care of you."

For the most part, Dean didn't really understand what Sam was saying. She did understand that they were in trouble and he needed her to be quiet and she did the best she could with that, although any motion that jarred her arms or back wrenched a strangled sound from her.

When he picked her up, she slumped against him, trying to stay awake. Wanted to tell him to be careful and not to get hurt because of her, but she couldn't make the words happen.

He didn't want to hurt her and honestly, he didn't know the extent of her injuries. They looked bad, from what he could see in the dim light of his flashlight, but... he couldn't let that stop him from moving her when time was wasting.

So he just hoped she could bare with him a little while longer. He'd take care of her... make sure she was okay soon. First, he had to get out of this house and down the road to where he'd parked the Impala, nice and out of the way. "Shh, gonna be okay," he murmured as he moved--quick and quiet as he could.

"M'okay, Sammy..." She breathed softly, trying to keep quiet. She knew he was doing his best, even if the world was a little fuzzy for her right now. Sam always did his best. Always came through when she needed him.

The night air outside the house made her shiver harder. She buried her aching face against his shoulder.

She wasn't okay, but he didn't have the time to follow. When he was outside, his arms tightened around her to keep her a little bit warmer, moving as fast as he could towards the car, keeping an eye out for any danger.

Just let them get out.

Monsters... monsters, he could deal with. Humans doing crap like this was harder to swallow and-- God, he didn't want to run into any more of them. It was a relief when he saw the the spot where he parked the Impala finally come into view and didn't hesitate to get her into the backseat where she could stretch out at least. "Almost out, Dean... stay with me, okay?"

"Kay..." She answered muzzily, sinking down onto the back seat when he put her down. The cold leather still felt warmer than she did and the smell of the Impala was safe and home. It made her feel a little better, even if her body was starting to wake up and take note of all the damage it had sustained. She groaned and let her eyes fall shut, trying to block out the pain.

Sam settled in the driver's seat and started up the engine, getting them back on the road while looking anxiously in the back every once in awhile. Just had to get her to the hospital... things would be fine. "Shit-- we're going to the hospital, okay? I don't think I can handle this one on my own."

As much as she hated the idea of a hospital visit, Dean had to agree. This didn't feel like something a first aid kit could handle. She'd been hurt often enough to know when it was bad. "... s'okay, Sam. Be okay..."

"I know... I know, Dean. I'm sorry..." And dammit, he didn't want her trying to reassure him. He wasn't the one who needed it. Biting at his lower lip, he tried to just keep driving and going.

He was driving as fast as he could without getting them pulled over. "You'll be okay."

She better be anyway.

"S'not your fault." It was totally her fault. Should have listened to him when he told her he didn't think she should do this alone. Part of her was still determined to prove she was as good now as she had been when she was still in her male body, but... maybe that just wasn't the case anymore. Her throat tightened and she fought back another stupid urge to cry. Useless.

"I shouldn't have let you go do this one alone... it was dangerous enough, dude." He should have argued more, shouldn't have caved in just because Dean was being stubborn. "God, I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner... no one'd seen you, man. I didn't know what to do..."

"M'sorry..." She knew Sam would have been going nuts by the first night she didn't come back. Hated that she'd done that to him, but that was Dean and her unrelenting need to prove she was better and smarter than everyone else. Idiot.

"Stop apologizing, Dean!" He let out a frustrated sigh. He wasn't angry at her--he shouldn't have been stupid enough to let her try to handle this crap entirely on her own, without any back up.

"We'll be to the hospital soon... they'll get you fixed up." They weren't far at all now and it'd be a relief to get her out of pain at least.

Dean fell silent, shivering under Sam's jacket. All she could think to say were apologies, and now that blood flow returned to her hands, they were screaming with pain. It felt like all the bones were shattered. She couldn't even bend her fingers.

She curled tighter in on herself and whimpered, only relaxing a tiny bit when she felt the car slowing to a stop at, what she assumed must be the hospital.

Parking the Impala, he jumped out to get Dean from the back seat, get her inside. From the shape she was in? She'd likely be taken from him first thing, gotten care as soon as possible... and he wasn't looking forward to that.

God, he didn't want to leave her side. He tipped his head in, pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "... Love you, Dean."

"Love you," she whispered back and tears finally escaped in spite of her best efforts. She was cold, hurting, and more afraid than she wanted to admit. She didn't want Sam to let go of her. "Stay close...?"

"Hey..." His tone was soft, not liking those tears there. He sighed at the question. "For as long as I can. I mean, the doctors are gonna have to look at you, fix you up... don't know if I can stay for that, but-- as soon as I can get back with you, I will, okay? You're safe now, Dean, promise."

"I know. I'm s--" She bit her lip and stopped short of apologizing again, swallowing hard. God, she just wanted this to be over.

Inside, the lights were too bright. Fucking florescent lights. She'd been under the damn ground for days. The light stabbed right into her brain. Her eyes closed and she huddled against Sam's shoulder, hands cradled to her chest as she tried to block out the noise of all the people around her.

"It's okay," he murmured, trying to sound reassuring. It was hard when she was huddling in close to him and all he could do was wrap his arms protectively around her, rest a hand on the back of her head as he pleaded with for help from a passing nurse, tried to explain that Dean was hurt, bad... like that was hard to tell.

The moment they saw the sight of her, everyone snapped into action. They had paperwork to take care of, but that was decided that could wait for now and they went to get a wheelchair to help move her. And he stubbornly followed, was going to follow until they told him he couldn't. Besides, he had to try and explain... what had happened. Didn't think Dean was up to it.

Hell if he knew what had gone on though. She'd been tied up half-naked in a cellar, beaten bloody and-- God, it made his stomach turn.

Even though she knew where she was and what was happening, she couldn't stop herself from struggling a little when the doctors took her from Sam. Particularly when they started peeling Sam's jacket off of her and it pulled at the wounds on her back, pulling them open and causing them to bleed all over again. Eventually, exhaustion and pain won out and she sank into unconsciousness.

Some hours later, she woke in a hospital bed. She was curled on her side with IV tubes in one arm and wide bandages on both wrists nearly immobilizing her thumbs. Each breath pulled on the bandages on her back, but she was so heavily doped up on painkillers that it didn't hurt. It just felt weird. Several blankets were piled up on her.

The first thing she did when she could force her eyes open was look around for Sam.

Sam was settled in a seat close to the bed, head tipped back. He wasn't asleep, even if he was exhausted. He was just staring up at the ceiling, hoping he wasn't kicked out before Dean woke up. He didn't want her waking up without him there, even if visiting hours were going to be up.

Thankfully, that wasn't the case. He saw her eyes opening and he sat up straight in his chair, smiling weakly. "Hey... wondered when you were gonna wake up, dude."

He was reaching to take her hand, squeezing it gently. "How do you feel?"

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