Chapter one: Captivity.

It was there in the room.

He could hear it moving.

Making the obscene noises of pleasure it made every time before it attacked.

He gagged at the rancid stench of it, coughing as the bile burned his throat made raw with retching and the movement jarred the myriad wounds it had torn into his pale flesh.

He stared into the absolute darkness, stinging tears trickling from his pain dilated eyes, trying to anticipate where it would bite or tear or crush this time.

He tried to steady his breathing but the merciless terror rose within him.

He screamed.

"Sam..!"

Chapter two: The Rescue

"Careful, Sam! He's so beat up I don't know where it's safe to even get hold of him."

Bobby's voice was clipped with emotion, the rank bites and foul wounds that patterned every bit of Dean's body making him physically sick.

"Can you manage him?"

Dean felt his brother's strong hands ease him from the filthy floor. He whimpered, too weak to speak as Sam lifted him steadily and held him gently in his safe arms.

"It's okay now, Dean."

He felt Sam's hot tears wet his hair as he clung to him.

"I'm taking you home. We're going home."