He held onto his friend, who was shaking with fear. He closed his eyes, still hearing the explosions coming from where they had just escaped. He couldn't believe it had come to this, that their boss would fall so low. They put their trust in him.

First it had started with himself. A rare disease was spreading through him. It didn't have a name yet. All he knew was that it could kill him. He was offered the chance to be saved, cured. That's what he was told. He took that chance and was led to this place. With blind eyes he had went straight to a place that could be a real hell.

His friend, was not doing so great once he was gone. He was lost, alone, and afraid. Had no one to turn to, talk to. Not even their third member, for he had ruined that on the night he had to leave because of his grief. He wanted to leave, to take a long break from what was now wearing him down. He couldn't stand to do it anymore with so much emptiness inside him. So many hidden emotions. He willingly took the devils hand and followed his other half to wherever he was. What he didn't know was the horror that awaited him.

When his grey eyes saw him there, in the same place he was in, he wanted to scream. He knew how much his friend must have missed him, but he didn't want him here. It was too dangerous and he didn't want him to suffer also.

He begged for them not to hurt him. They did anyway. Torturing him in front of his own eyes. And there wasn't anything he could do to take away his pain. He wasn't allowed to be near him.

They were both put through so much and the whole world had yet to know what was going on. Would they ever know? If they made it to the nearest town, then yes. Right now, they needed to find shelter and rest. The black haired one led himself and his friend over to a nearby cave. Hoping that it would hide them from any soldiers that could be looking for them.

"When its daylight we'll try to find the nearest road. Certainly there has to be one nearby."

His friend held out his arms to him. "R-Roman, c-come here..."

Roman went over to him, wrapping his arms around his shivering body. "You're cold, Dean. Fuck! I would build a fire but that alert them to us."

"A-as long as you're here I'll be alright."

"You better be." He kissed his forehead. "You should have never came looking for me."

"I needed to be with you. I couldn't go on without you, Rome."

"They hurt you. Just like they did me." Roman growled, remembering what was done to them. For what? They never did know. It was kept a secret from them. "They'll pay for what they have done."

He laid both themselves down. He held Dean tightly, trying his best to keep him warm.

"How you feeling?" He asked

"I..." Dean whispered. "I don't know...I feel strange, Roman. It feels like my body is on fire, like there's some venom going through my bloodstream."

"That's the drugs they injected in us."

"What do you think it was anyway?"

He wished he could tell him. He wished he had the answers. What was the point of putting them both through all that torture?

"Dean, once we're out of here, lets go some place far away. Live a new life together, just me and you. How's that sound?"

Dean snuggled more into him, nuzzling his nose against his cheek. "I would love to."