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Rated: T. Just for sure.
Warnings: A little bit violence, but not too graphig. Angst.

oO::Oo

He was trapped.

Literally trapped.

He wondered how it was possible, but anything was possible in their lives.

Sam couldn't do anything but sat on the cage, hoping that his attackers wouldn't come.

They had taken him like.. three days ago. They gave him food once a day and wouldn't let Sam sleep. He was hungry and tired.

It was one sick game.

And they had beaten him. Every second hour, at least. So he was hurt, too. He knew something was wrong in his body. He couldn't lift himself up so easily, because every time his chest sent a wave of pain trough his body. Another side of his face was bruised and full of cuts. Just like his ribs and back.

Dean.

That one word crossed his mind over and over again. It sailed in his head and questions popped up.

Where was he? Was he alright? Was he looking for Sam?

Sam knew Dean wouldn't stop looking. Not ever.

So praticly Sam just sat there and waited. Waited for Dean, waited for food or another beating.

Normally he could defend himself easily, if they just let him. But they had tied Sam up. He was vulnerable as hell, hands tied behind him and weak because of hunger.

But no.

He was not giving up.

Because he knew Dean would eventually come. Maybe it would take longer than usually, maybe he was out of clues, but still.

Sam was not giving up, because Dean weren't. Sam knew that, because he was Dean's little brother and knew him better than Dean knew himself.

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There was a sound of key turning in lock. Sam knew that sound. It meant nothing good.

Sam backed up a little, trying to get as far from the door as he possibly could.

Three men stepped in to the room. Laughing they opened the cage door, pulling Sam violently out.

Sam screamed in pain when the familiar wave of pain hit his ribs. He was pushed back to the floor, air escaping his lungs when he hit the cold cement floor.

Sam saw black dots dancing in his eyes for a minute, but they quickly dissappeared when a good, fast kick was send to his side. He flew to his other side shouting in quick, blinding pain.

Two more kicks. Sam barely noticed them, he was almost out. It was hard to breathe anymore. He was almost sure that one or more of his ribs were broken. Kicks were too powerful to just crack them.

Suddenly the door was kicked open. Somebody stepped in, gun in hands. Sam could hear the noise coming from the gun, but he was nearly unconscious. He couldn't focus is gaze into the shooter.

He heard men yelling and then.. nothing. There was completely silent.

Sam moaned slightly, turning his head towards shooter. Maybe it was a good guy. Maybe..

One word escaped from Sam's lips when he saw the shooter. He knew he was safe.

"Dean.."