Let's Hurt Sam

A series of unconnected one-shots featuring limp!Sam and awesome big brother Dean.

Chapter 10: Location – Demons get the drop on the Winchesters; they've heard about the secret bunker and they want its location.

Takes place in Season 8, right after the boys move into the bunker.

Also: I can never keep track of where Cas is in each season, powers/no powers, wings/no wings blah! Sorry if I mix it up, lol.

On a totally unrelated note, I'm binge watching my way through Criminal Minds – the sheer amount of SPN characters I forgot were also on this show is crazy. Garth was the first unsub – GARTH. Right now I'm watching a S4 episode, and Mark Pellegrino is a lieutenant – all I can see is Lucifer and I had no idea he was over six feet tall – Jared makes everyone look tiny!

Location

.

.

"You're making a big mistake." Dean snarled, muscles tense as he struggled against the restraints that bound him to the chair, "Do you know who we are, you black-eyed sons of bitches?"

The demon laughed, the pretty girl that it was possessing spat at his bare feet before looking over at her two companions. "The Winchester boys, of course." She answered, hand cutting through the air, a look of disgust on her face. "You won't escape those chains, so you might as well stop trying. Now tell us where it is."

Dean ignored the question, eyes murderous as he spat, "Go back to hell, bitch."

Clucking her tongue, the demon sighed in mock disappointment, "Is that any way to speak to a lady, Dean? My name is Petra, remember? I'm fairly certain I mentioned that right before I bashed little brothers head in." She stepped to the side, looking pointedly at Sam – who was similarly bound right across from Dean.

However, unlike his older brother, Sam had yet to wake up since they'd been jumped by the demons. Dean felt his jaw tick with a combination of anger and worry, his eyes slid away from the demon and focused back on Sam. He'd been hit hard, there was a sheet of blood coating the left side of his head, running down his cheek and soaking the collar of the flannel shirt he'd put on that morning.

"Tell us where it is, Winchester."

Focusing back on the demons, Dean attempted to shelf his worry for Sam. It wouldn't do either of them any good, but if he could keep the bastards distracted…maybe they would leave his little brother alone. He just needed some time to figure out a plan. "No idea what you're talking about." He lied smoothly.

Petra hissed and leant forward, placing her small hands on the arms of metal chair and shoving her face right into Dean's personal space.

"Damn, you need a breath mint or something." He grunted, nose wrinkling in distaste.

"You will tell us." The demon spoke confidently, ignoring the jibe.

Shrugging, Dean answered calmly, "Nah, probably not. You've heard of us – that means that you know we have an angel friend. Name's Castiel – he tends to get pissed when demon spawn mess with us." He was lying through his teeth, he hadn't heard from Cas in months and he hadn't been answering their prayers, but Dean was banking on the demons not knowing that little fact.

He was in luck, Petra whirled away and started snapping orders at the two demons. "We aren't done, Winchester." She threatened over one shoulder, before hurrying out of the decrepit barn with her flunkies in tow. Dean was still, listening hard as they exited, he let out a breath of relief when he heard the unmistakable sound of three car doors slamming before the truck engine started.

"Good one."

The low voice made Dean jump a little, realizing a split second later that it was Sam. "Hey, how long you been awake?" He asked with a relieved grin.

Head coming up, Sam flashed his brother a return smile – his eyes pinched with pain, "Long enough to hear you freak them out with a potential angel visit. Should buy us some time. What do they want?"

"The location to the Bunker." Dean answered with a slow shake of his head.

"If they were able to bypass the warding and get inside…"

Nodding in agreement, Dean didn't need Sam to finish his sentence. "Yeah, it wouldn't be good. We need to get the hell outta here." To emphasize his point, he jerked against his bonds again, cursing when he found them just as tight as before.

The demons had been careful about keeping them secure, the chairs were solid and heavy, bolted down to the floor. Both brothers had been stripped of their shoes and jackets, their pockets turned inside out – not a single lock pick or weapon left.

An hour slipped away quickly, the crunch of gravel outside signalled the return of their captors and they both swore at the sound. They hadn't made any progress on freeing themselves.

"Shit." Dean cursed.

"Pretty much." Sam agreed with a frustrated sigh.

Both heads turned when Petra stalked back inside, alone this time. She headed straight towards the brothers, her long legs covering the distance within seconds. "Nice to see you awake, Sammy." She purred, chocolate brown eyes flashing to black as she ran a finger across his head wound. Grinning when she heard Dean curse and thrash at her back.

"It's Sam."

Straightening, Petra ignored them both, fingers now coated with Sam's blood, she turned towards Dean with a sadistic smile. "My boys put up angel warding, handsome – no one will be coming for you. Now, tell me where your secret hidey-hole is, and I'll make your deaths quick." She stepped out from between the brothers and directed her demand to both.

"Go to hell." They responded simultaneously.

Flicking a curtain of black hair over one shoulder before sighing, Petra moved and positioned herself behind Sam. Her eyes never breaking contact with Dean, she placed one small hand on top of Sam's head and smiled when the younger Winchester tried to jerk away from her.

"Get away from him." Dean growled furiously.

"No, I don't think I will. That is, unless you give me the location to that treasure trove you're hiding." Petra answered sweetly, continuing after a short moment of silence, "I guess we'll need to do this the fun way, then. I'm curious…I know you've both been Downstairs, and that Sammy here spent some quality time with the big boss – I wonder, how much pain can you take, Sam?"

Dean snarled and thrashed at the threat to his brother, calling the demon every single nasty thing he could think of. Sam, however, answered indifferently – hazel eyes calm and focused on his sibling, "You wouldn't even crack the top hundred, not even on your best day."

Petra clapped and grinned with enthusiasm, "Here's the thing about me, I really enjoy projects – you know, something…challenging." Using her demonic strength, she broke the chains wrapped around Sam and grabbed a fistful of his shirt in her hands before tossing him violently across the barn.

It happened within the space of seconds, before Sam even had time to register that he'd been cut loose in the first place.

"Bitch! You wanna go a few rounds, you mess with me!" Dean yelled out desperately, throwing more insults at Petra's back as she turned away and headed towards where Sam had landed in a crumpled heap.

Kneeling beside his limp form, Petra ignored Dean and grabbed a handful of Sam's brown hair, wrenching him to his knees and forcing a small gasp of pain. The knife in her free hand was small, but when she played it along his neck it flashed brightly in the gloomy barn. "What do you think, should I go play with big brother instead?" She breathed into his ear, too quiet for Dean to hear.

"Go screw yourself." Sam responded; voice equally low. The blade nicked his neck and he felt a fresh wash of blood trickle down from his Adams apple to the hollow of his throat. He kept his eyes on the demon, trying not to listen as his brother raged helplessly from thirty feet away.

A slow, wicked smile stretched her dark red lips as Petra forced him up, moving his larger frame as easily as if he weighed no more than a feather. Her eyes flashed and Sam found himself slammed into a wall with enough momentum to take the air out of his lungs.

"SAM!"

"I'm fine." Sam tried to respond, the words coming out in a breathless wheeze.

"He says he's fine Dean – but don't worry he won't be for long." Petra sang out cheerfully, knife twirling between her fingers.

"I'll tell you where it is! Leave him alone and I'll tell you, damnit!"

The demon stopped just short of Sam, tapping the tip of her blade against her chin thoughtfully. "I don't think you will, Winchester." She finally answered after letting the tense moment stretch out, "I think that you'll lie – send us into a trap, maybe?"

"You touch my brother again and I will rip you apart piece by piece, and that's the fucking truth you bitch." Dean swore, voice shaking with fury.

"Oh, but Dean – I'm just getting started."

It was the longest thirty minutes that Dean could remember enduring in a long, long time. By the time the demon was finished, Sam was bloody and non-responsive – a crumpled heap on the ground. Dean had yelled himself hoarse, his threats turning to pleas and then to outright begging.

Petra stood over Sam, looking down at him with a look of genuine disappointment on her face. "I really thought he would go longer than that." She complained, looking over at Dean.

Dean swallowed convulsively and didn't respond; he kept his eyes locked on his brother and was relieved to see the slight rise and fall of Sam's upturned shoulder. Dean couldn't see his face, the younger man's sweat soaked hair was covering it, but he doubted the kid was still conscious after what he'd just been through.

Stretching lean arms over her head, Petra continued to speak, "Now, I'm going to give you some time to think about what comes next…if you don't give me what I want." She gave him a level look before offering him a wink.

"No, don't - " Dean started to protest, breaking off and flinching when the demon delivered a vicious kick to Sam's stomach. His brothers body jerked with the hit but otherwise he didn't respond. Attention solely focused on Sam, Dean didn't look up at Petra, ignoring her completely when she left the barn with a cheerful, "See ya soon, handsome."

Waiting until he heard the rumble of the truck engine, Dean called out urgently, voice barely above a whisper just in case there were still demons lurking outside, "Sammy? Sam?"

Dean blinked in amazement when Sam responded instantly, groaning as he shifted on the barn floor. "Take it slow, Sammy." He encouraged quietly, teeth clenched as his little brother struggled to rise onto his hands and knees. His flannel was in tatters, hundreds of tiny but painful cuts littered his chest and shoulders – and his face…

"Stupid demon." Sam rasped, spitting up a glob of blood. He turned his head carefully and looked at Dean, his normally white and even teeth stained with red – a gaping hole visible where his right canine should be, "Too cocky."

"Christ Sam, you look like shit. Good thing I'm the pretty one." Dean joked weakly.

Sam snorted in response and groaned at the spike of pain that shot through his entire body. "Don't make m'laugh." He gasped out, after taking a second to gather himself.

"Sorry." Dean apologized quickly, before asking, "Think you can get me out of these? We need to get the hell out of dodge, before the bitch comes back." And you need a hospital, like yesterday.

"Yeah, just…just gimme a second." Sam answered, taking a few steadying breaths before crawling forward, not trusting himself to stand.

"Go slow." Dean cautioned, eyes tight with worry for Sam and fury for the bitch that had done this to him. Once Sam was close enough to reach out and grab his knee, he spoke again, working hard to keep his voice level – now wasn't the time to let the black rage encroaching at the edge of his vision take over, "We're gonna need something to pick the lock."

Silently, Sam held up small hairpin with his free hand, lips twitching into a small smirk when he saw the surprise on his big brothers face, "Got it off her earlier." He explained, before maneuvering to the back of the chair and out of Dean's sight.

Whistling, Dean held still as Sam went to work on the lock, "Smooth move, little brother. I didn't even see you lift it." Of course, he'd been a bit distracted – watching his little brother being tortured tended to do that to him, but even still… "Good work, Sammy."

Sam grunted in response to the praise, and a few short minutes later Dean felt the chains wrapped around his body loosen. He moved quickly, ripping the binds away before swinging around the chair and kneeling beside Sam, who was now sitting on his ass with his head braced against his palms.

Eyes intent, Dean inspected the younger man and felt his anger surge anew as he got a closer look at the kid's injuries. That bitch was dead – DEAD. "How are you even moving, Sammy?" He muttered, he wasn't really asking, his brother was the biggest badass he knew, but Sam replied regardless, "M'okay. Looks worse than it is – like I said, she was too cocky."

Shaking his head, Dean wrapped a gentle arm around his brothers back, "You might change your tune once you get a good look at your face, kiddo. Hamburger meat comes to mind." He lifted as he spoke, muttering words of encouragement to Sam as his brother gasped and swayed.

"Easy, easy…"

"We need to go." Sam spoke after a moment, leaning heavily on Dean as the world spun in lazy circles.

"No shit, c'mon – we're gonna take it slow. I wish we had a freaking weapon; I'd take anything with a pointy end right about now." Dean grunted, moving his brother forward with careful steps. They made it to the exit without incident, and he braced Sam up against the wall gently, "I'm gonna take a look outside and see what's what."

"Dean, I can go with you." Sam spoke, his words beginning to slur as he slumped against the wall, body trembling with pain and exhaustion.

"Not a chance, man. You can barely stay upright, just let me scout it out quick, okay? Promise me you won't move." Dean demanded.

Sighing, Sam nodded and agreed hesitantly, "Five minutes and I'm coming out after you."

"Course you are." Dean smirked, patting Sam on the shoulder before slipping outside, peering through the darkness.

There was no sign of the demons, and Dean felt the tension in his shoulders loosen slightly. Still cautious, he worked his way around the old barn, searching for either a car or something to defend themselves with. He felt his frustration mount when he found jack, and he hurried back to where he'd left Sam - they would need to hoof it. "Sammy." He called out as he neared the door, "Looks like we're clear, but I can't find us a ride. Are you okay to – Sam?"

Heart plummeting, Dean stared at the spot where he'd left his little brother standing scant minutes ago. "Sam!" He called out anxiously, listening hard for a response.

"Dean, over here!"

Racing towards Sam's voice, Dean started cussing him out the second the taller man materialized out of the shadows. "You little bitch, I told you to stay put." He growled, forcing himself to remember that the kid was injured and that he couldn't take him by the shoulders and shake some sense into him.

"I found the angel warding." Sam explained, pointing towards the Enochian carved sloppily on the trunk of an old tree.

Dean saw where Sam had picked away at the bark to destroy the power of the warding and sighed, "We haven't heard from Cas in months, Sammy. He isn't coming, and we don't have time to sit and wait on the off chance that he decides to show. Now c'mon, we need to get mov-"

"Dean."

Spinning around quickly, Dean's words died in his mouth when he caught sight of the object of their conversation. "Cas?" He asked, stunned.

"I don't have much time." Castiel spoke, blue eyes sliding from Dean to Sam, his lips pursing with concern. The angel moved forward quickly, raising a hand to each brother, touching them both on the forehead.

Dean staggered when he found himself suddenly standing right beside the Impala, his arm flailed out and instinctively caught his brothers' shirtsleeve. "Damnit, Cas." He snarled, "Warn a guy before you do the flying shit." He looked over at Sam as he spoke, relieved to see that the angel had worked his mojo and healed him.

"…and thanks." He added, turning to face the angel and blinking in surprise when he saw that Castiel was nowhere in sight. Looking back at Sam, he muttered, "What the hell?"

Sam shrugged, "I dunno, lets just be glad he showed up."

Giving his brother another once-over, Dean asked, "Are you feeling okay?"

Running his tongue over his teeth, Sam nodded in satisfaction when he noted that they were all there and accounted for. "Yeah, I'm good. Tired, but otherwise I'm okay, Cas took care of it all."

"Good, you can get some sleep in the car." And once you're rested up, we're tracking down that she-demon bitch and making her pay.

"Yeah, sounds good to me." Sam agreed, expression serious – letting his big brother know that he wasn't just talking about catching a nap in the Impala. He shot Dean a quick smile when his brother nodded, before moving closer to the car. Reaching out for the door handle, Sam realized two things instantaneously, one – he was still missing his shoes, and two…

"Oh, Sonuvabitch! I don't have the damn keys!" Dean exclaimed, looking at Sam from across the Impala's roof.

"The demons probably stashed our crap somewhere when they jumped us." Sam guessed, before adding, "I guess we'll need to break a window and hotwire her."

Dean stared at him, mouth dropping open in horror at the mere suggestion, "Are you insane? I'm not putting her through that."

"Dude, it's not like it'd be the fist time – the car will be fine." Sam answered reasonably, rolling his eyes when his brother shook his head vehemently.

"I'm not vandalizing her that way, nu uh, no freaking way." Dean maintained stubbornly, before shouting up at the sky, one hand gesticulating wildly, "Cas! CAS! You get your feathery ass back here!"

"CASTIEL!"

END

.

.

The Prompt: DanaScully103 on A03 -Some sort of Sam hurt; Dean made to watch scenario. Sam must save them both while injured. BAMF!Sam and Worried!Dean. Hope it strikes your fancy.

Note: Hope you enjoyed, Dana! And everyone else, of course!