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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"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?"

"... m'not sure." She hardly felt his hands on hers and every time she blinked, it was a fight to open her eyes again. Her mind was trying to cut through the fog to figure out what was going on. "Y'okay?"

"Yeah... I'll live, Dean," he murmured softly, frowning a little. It's no surprise that her first worry was him, but dammit, it shouldn't be. He's not the one who had to go through-- that.

But she was a little too doped up right now for an apology to mean anything. All he could do was get to his feet and use his free hand to brush her hair back lightly. "You can get some more rest if you want..."

"Y'stay?" She asked as her eyes closed and she leaned into his touch. Sam was there and okay, so whatever was going on... it would be fine once she got some sleep. Yeah. That sounded perfectly logical.

As much as she would have rather stayed awake, the drugs weren't having it. Dean didn't even hear Sam's answer before she dropped off again.

"I'll stay." She was going to be so doped up with painkillers that he was kind of hoping that even if they made him go to the waiting room, she wouldn't notice it.

God, he was just grateful that she'd be making a recovery, that he'd found her at all...

Dean was out like a light. When the nurse came into usher Sam away, she didn't stir, nor did she wake in the morning when visiting hours started again and Sam returned. It was early in the afternoon by the time the heavy doses of painkillers started to wear off and she slowly clawed her way to consciousness.

The first thing she noticed was pain crawling up her back and in her hands. Then she felt the weight of something pressing her down and she woke flailing, trying to pull away from the IV tubes in her arms.

By the next afternoon, Sam had finally started to stir from the uncomfortable nap he'd been taking... just in time to see Dean waking and attacking those tubes. He got up quick, reaching out t gently try to take her hands without hurting her wounds. "Hey- Dean, settle down!"

He gave her a look, urging her to take a deep breath, relax. "You need to leave those in... relax."

For a minute she struggled weakly, not recognizing Sam right away. When his face came into focus, she went still. Blind panic slowly faded and she settled back, even though the motion just about killed her back.

"Sammy..?" She looked down at her hands that had batted uselessly against his chest. "Can't move my fingers..."

He took her hands gently in his own, just holding them lightly. Crap, he hated seeing Dean like this, but he was trying to keep calm, keep his tone and his touches soothing as he could. "It's okay... gonna be okay, Dean. You're hurt. You're in the hospital... Do you remember what happened?"

"I..." She blinked at him a minute, then nodded slowly. It took a minute, but it was coming back. Being grabbed and beaten unconscious was a difficult thing to forget. Let alone any of the rest of it. "Yeah, I remember. I wasn't... wasn't sure where I was for a minute."

"M'okay now."

He smiled weakly at that, reaching his hand up to brush through her hair lightly. "... Yeah. You're safe."

He couldn't resist leaning over the bed to press his lips lightly to her forehead, soothing. "God, I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner. I tried..."

She leaned into the touch of his hand, glad for it and kind of embarrassed. She was filthy. Could feel it from head to toe and still smelled the scent of the cellar on her. God, she wanted a shower so bad, it wasn't even funny.

She frowned and shook her head slightly at that apology. Sam looked so miserable. "It's not your fault, Sammy. I know you did everything you could. S'okay."

He wanted to protest, but all he did was tighten his jaw, purse his lips and bite back on the desire. Dean'd spend more time worrying over him if he moped around, so that meant he'd have to just nod along for now. Needed to get her better and out of here. "Sure the nurses will be in soon to check on you..."

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