SUMMARY: The brothers had been seperated for six months. Unbeknown to Dean that in all those months, his little brother has been kidnapped by some hunters. And when he finds that out, he goes for his rescue. But when he finds him, he doesn't like what the months of torture has done to him.

SET: Season 5, Episode 4

WARNINGS: Torture, Sam might be OOC and I'm sure you guys understand why. :)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! This is the rewrite of 'Mentally Broken'. I hope you guys enjoy it. And please, don't forget to review! Reviews are love and courage!

CHAPTER 1

He never stopped hoping, even after Dean told him that they were better off apart, that they were weaker together. He spent hours, staring at his phone, hoping for Dean to call him, hoping Dean would change his mind, call him to meet up at a random location and reunite again, become hunting partners again.

Become brothers again.

"Look, Sam - it doesn't matter - whatever we do. I mean, it turns out that you and me, we're the, uh - the fire and the oil of the Armageddon. You know, on that basis alone, we should just pick a hemisphere. Stay away from each other for good." Dean said.

"Dean, it does not have to be like this. We can fight it." Sam replied desperately.

"Yeah, you're right. We can. But not together. We're not stronger when we're together, Sam. I think we're weaker. Because whatever we have between us - love, family, whatever it is - They are always gonna use it against us. And you know that. We're better off apart. We got a better chance of dodging Lucifer and Michael and this whole damn thing, if we just go our own ways."

He knew that Dean didn't want anything to do with him now. But they were still brothers, they were still family. Maybe Dean wouldn't take him back, but he'd still call him every once in a while, right? He doesn't hate him that much.

Even though Dean had made it clear and final, he still hoped someday, any day, whether it took weeks, months or even years, Dean would take him back, let him back in. But maybe, after everything that he's done, after his betrayal, maybe it was just too good to be true. Is that why Dean didn't want him back? He thought they were over that.

Guess I was kinda stupid to think that. He thought to himself.

He was stressed out, being Lucifer's vessel wasn't an honor at all. Every night, the devil himself would visit him in his dreams, try to torture him or his loved one's into making him say yes. He'd taunt him about how Dean didn't want him anymore, ask him that 'What are you fighting for?'.

Well, that was a question he needed to think about.

And then the hunters, who were hot on his trail, trying to seek revenge for their friend's death by trying to force demon blood down his throat and make him exorcise the demon that murdered their best friend.

But the one thing that worried him the most, was Dean not taking him back.

He bit his lower lip as he felt tears blurring his vision and held his head in his hands. He sighed deeply as memories flashed through his mind like a movie. Things used to be so simple, when clowns were the scariest things to him. When simple and easy hunts like wendigos used to be so hard. When he used to be the most important person in Dean's life. Now, it's like he's been replaced by the angel of the lord, Castiel.

Nobody wants him, except the devil. Not angels, not demons, not even Dean.

Now he was truly considering the question. What is he fighting for anyway?

Suddenly, his thoughts were cut off by a noise, that sounded like someone picking a lock. He stood up cautiously as he stared at his door lock. His hunter instincts that haven't been used for weeks, finally kicking in. He swallowed as he looked at his pillow. He left all his weapons to Dean, except a .45 that was under his pillow right now.

Maybe, you should just let them take you. A voice in the back of his mind said. He shook the thought off his head.

Before he could react, the door busted open. There appeared four people who were no doubt hunters. Two of them he recognised as Tim and Reggie from the bar, the other two, not at all. The two jumped on him, grabbing hold of his arms. He struggled to get out of their grasp but it was no use, they were stronger than him. And a stinging sensation in his neck, and then blackness immediately took over him.

"Told you we'd come back." Tim said lowly.

Sam's eyes fluttered open. His head and neck throbbed mercilessly. He turned his head at the room and his eyes furrowed in confusion as he jerked up. It all hit him at once, the hunters had kidnapped him.

Shit. He thought to himself.

His eyes drifted to the chains cuffing him to the cot.

"So, you're finally awake, Sammy." He heard a familiar voice and looked over at the door to find Tim, Reggie and a few other hunters. He looked around, the room slightly reminded him of Bobby's panic room, with the cot and the metal door and all. He looked back at Tim and glared angrily. He struggled with the chains.

"That wouldn't do a jack, Sammy." Tim said smugly.

"It's Sam." Sam replied as he struggled furiously with the chains. He finally stopped as he realized that it really isn't working at all. He breathed a sigh of frustration. "So, what are you going to do with me now?" Sam asked half-heartedly.

"Well, I'll make you a little deal. You do as I say, drink some demon juice, come with us and gank the demon that killed our best friend, and we'll let you go. If you say no...well, we won't let you go." Tim smiled.

"No." Sam answered stoicly. "I'll never do it."

An expression of anger flashed through his face and went away quickly as it came, replaced with a smug smirk. "Well then.." He sighed and looked at one of the hunters, who handed him a whip.

Sam swallowed at the fierce-looking weapon and knew he's not going to like what's coming next. He started struggling with the chains frantically.

He felt his back split open and gasped in agony as he fell on his side, curling up against the intense pain. The whip bit into his flesh again as it slashed across his waist. The burning pain was merciless and unforgiving and he bit his lip hard to keep himself from screaming and satisfy them with his weakness and with how much in pain he was. But a few salty tears of agony managed to slip from his closed eyes somehow, trailing down his cheek.

Another slash across his back that made him curl tighter, making him smaller. Another slash, and another, and another, and again.

He could barely hear them laugh at his suffering. All he could focus on was the pain that kept coming.

He breathed heavily through the merciless burning pain that took over his body. He opened his eyes in slits and lifted his head slightly to look at what they were doing, watching helplessly as Tim switched his tool to a metal pipe.

Tim swung the hard silver cylinder at his ribs ruthlessly, hard enough to bruise them, but thankfully, not break them. But it was still painful like hell as he cried out in pain. Another blow flew to his gut and he let out a small, embarrasing whimper that sent all his torturers laughing brutally.

"Deean..." He whimpered out. Although he knew Dean wasn't here, he still called. He knew Dean isn't going to come and rescue his sorry ass like he used to, because after all that he did, Dean probably hates him. But his name gave him a strange sense of comfort.

"Dean's not here." Tim smiled wickedly and slowly bent down. "And he isn't going to come and save you...because he's a hunter, and you're a monster, Sam." He spat.

Sam shook his head frantically as tears filled his eyes. "N-no, m'not, m'clean."

Tim laughed. "Yeah right." He said as he straightened and raised the metal pipe, aiming for his next blow.

He also knew that the torture wasn't ending now...it was just beginning.

So, what do you think? Review please.

AW, poor Sammy. I hate those hunters. :( Oh, and I apologize for not updating my other story. I've been having stomachaches like...every single day. It's becoming a daily thing, and I had to go to the hospital. :/