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Caged	By : Lily1186 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 11418 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Caged

Disclaimer: Alas, I still do not own anything Supernatural related, but a girl can dream can�t she?

Pairings: Sam/Dean. That�s Wincest folks, but you already knew that, didn�t you?
Summary: Sam finds Dean at the fraternity house but complications arise and he has no choice but to take him to Jonas� place.
Author�s Note: Hey guys! I know you probably hate me by now for taking so long but I�m finally here again and I couldn�t be happier! Nothing ever goes as planned but I still managed to get this done so hopefully it doesn�t suck too much. I love all of you who have waited for this and those of you who have encouraged me to finish. Without further ado, I give you chapter 11 of �Caged.� Enjoy�

Italics = thoughts

IMPORTANT: This chapter switches between Sam and Dean�s POV. Also, Sam�s timing is slightly behind Dean�s.

If It Seems Too Good To Be True�

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There is nothing but sound. An endless drone of completely incomprehensible noise that filters through his head continuously but never gets any clearer. Voices maybe, but he can�t be sure, because right now he can�t really be sure of anything. The only thing that Dean is really aware of is that it�s dark and he�s cold.

It�s not just his skin either. Sure, his skin is definitely cold and he can�t feel any of the fingers on his left side anymore, but it�s the cold that�s settling around his heart that�s starting to make him uncomfortable.

Lights now. A sort of muted color behind his eyelids that makes his head spin and his stomach twist. Then more noise. For a second he�s weightless and everything seems to be okay. He doesn�t feel pain anymore, just a deep sense of nothingness that would have made a sane man scream. But Dean�s never been a sane man.

So instead of screaming he simply allows the muted lights to fade away completely. Now all he has to contend with is the sound. Slowly though, after an immeasurable amount of time the sound dies away too, and Dean is left with nothing but dark, silent space.

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Sam can�t remember the last time he�s felt so tired. Unfortunately, he isn�t sure if it is because of the adrenaline coursing through his body or the poorly completed exorcism.
Sam�s not quite sure just what the hell Dean had been thinking adding that much energy to a circle but he was sure as hell going to yell at him about it later.
For the time being though Sam just wanted to catch his breath and give his brother a hug. That and maybe slap him aside the head for abandoning him in the first place.
Sam threw the empty vial in his hand across the room before carefully placing the well-worn spell book back in his pants pocket. Then he took a look around at the damage.
All in all the place looked like shit. There was broken glass everywhere along with a bunch of old food and an overturned coach near the far end of the room. Dean meanwhile appeared to be laid out on the floor catching his breath.
�Jesus Dean you didn�t even finish the damn thing, what the hell are you tired for?� Sam paused for a minute to pick up Dean�s shotgun. There was a layer of Cheeto crumbs all over it but other than that it seemed alright.
Sam swore a little at the way that Dean had mishandled the shotgun before he turned around to give him a piece of his mind. After all, it was one thing to botch an exorcism, Dean was never as good at Latin as he was anyways, but to leave his gun just laying around�.
Dean still hadn�t moved. �Don�t you think the silent treatment is a little immature, Dean?� Still no response. Sam�s heart skipped a beat.
�Dean? Hey man, this isn�t funny anymore.� Dean�s chest just slowly rose and fell in response. �Dean��
Sam took a few steps across the room before he noticed the dark stain spreading across the carpet. He took a few more steps and the shotgun fell from his hand to land noiselessly on the carpet somewhere behind him.
The walk towards Dean�s body seemed to take forever, but finally he was standing above him looking down. There was a stain similar to the one on the carpet that was blossoming across Dean�s left shoulder but for a moment shock took over and Sam couldn�t put together what it meant.
When it finally hit him he fell to his knees and started searching for a pulse. �Dean! Dean! Wake up! Come on man this is nothing!�
Sam scrambled to release Dean�s shoulder from the leather of his jacket. Unfortunately the blood had started to dry and the leather was sticking to the fabric of his t-shirt. So instead of wrestling with it and wasting precious time he grabbed the blade that he kept in his back pocket and sliced up the center of the t-shirt.
Sam panicked when he saw the extent of the wound. It was far from �nothing.� The entry wound was jagged and appeared to be filled with glass shards. On top of that the surrounding skin appeared to be irritated, as if someone had poured salt in it, and it was still bleeding profusely.
Sam quickly used the remains of Dean�s ripped shirt to apply pressure and slow the blood flow. He even looked around to see if there was any water or alcohol he could use to disinfect the wound. All he could see though was half filled glasses of beer, and the majority of those had spilled onto the carpet during the exorcism. Sam swore again and grabbed a black t-shirt that was hanging off a nearby chair. Dean�s white shirt had turned a foreboding shade of red and he needed something drier to continue slowing the flow of blood from Dean�s shoulder.
Sam checked his pulse again and was dismayed to discover that Dean�s skin had become clammy and cold to the touch. His face had also become a sickening shade of gray. Sam swore under his breath when he realized that Dean was going into hypovolaemic shock.
�Dean? Can you hear me?� Dean didn�t make any attempt at confirming that he had heard anything. �I need you to stay with me, okay? I�m going to move you.�
Sam ripped the belt off from his waist and quickly looped it over Dean�s right shoulder. Then he wrapped it around the front of his chest before securing it over the black t-shirt. He also grabbed Dean�s leather jacket off from the floor and attempted to settle it over him the best that he could. Sam knew it was wet but when he thought about it he realized that they didn�t really have anything that would keep him warm in the car. And, from what he could remember from his Anatomy and Physiology class in college, he needed to keep Dean as warm as he could.
Sam got onto one knee and maneuvered his hands under Dean�s legs and under his right armpit so that he could get a secure grip. Finally, without any further ado Sam hoisted Dean up and started running to the car as fast as his exhausted body would let him.
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Dean had never been afraid of the dark. He had killed things that lived in the dark almost his entire life and it had never bothered him before. But now, being surrounded by a darkness that didn�t seemed to end was starting to scratch away at his sanity a little.
He had been here (wherever here was) for what felt like an eternity and yet nothing seemed to change. There were no lights and no creatures lurking in the shadows. It was just an endlessly large, open space full of the occasional whisper or a soft breeze.
Dean might even have found it enjoyable if every sense in his body weren�t telling him that something was horribly wrong.
It didn�t make sense really because Dean was surrounded by everything that he had ever wanted, which was nothing at all. There was no evil beings waiting to jump at him from the dark. There was no father yelling at him to do better or be stronger. And there was no one to abandon him because there was no one at all.
No one.
Dean�s mind stirred at that thought and the soft breeze that had been blowing gently seemed to pick up a little in strength.
There was no one here. He should be happy about that, right? No one to nag at him, or yell at him, or to get emotionally attached to.
The whispering that he had heard before intensified, and he could almost feel what he remembered as rain falling on his skin.

This isn�t right. The words seemed to echo aloud in the space around him and Dean realized that he was hearing his own thoughts.

Something is missing. Words again. But this time the words came with feelings. A deep ache filled with regret and sorrow. But what was there to be sad about? He should be happy here. His life was shit before. He had everything in this place, and nothing back there.

But what about�

He was starting to remember now. There had been one good thing in his life. Dean thought harder about what he was forgetting. What he would be giving up if he stayed here.
The rain was falling harder now and the wind had reached its peak.
Dean just stood in the middle of it all looking out into the darkness.
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Sam had never driven so fast in his entire life. He must have broken at least 7 different traffic laws along the way but at the moment he couldn�t have cared less.
He was going so fast he almost missed the sign announcing his arrival in Windham. He made a hard right onto the next road and sped ahead while continually casting sidelong glances at Dean�s unmoving form. Sam reached his hand out and laid it as gently as he could against Dean�s cheek. It was ice cold. Sam pressed down harder on the accelerator.
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Another eternity passed before Dean noticed something reflecting in the darkness. He paid no mind to the fact that there was no light to reflect off of anything though because he knew that if he did he would really lose his mind. So things were a little strange here, Dean was use to strange.

It�s a cord. Dean realized what it was as soon as his fingers grazed it. A small black cord that Sam and him wore on their wrists to remind themselves that they were never alone. That they always had each other.

Sam!

Dean gripped the cord as tight as he could before willing the rain to stop. There was no transition from heavy downpour to light mist. It simply stopped. The wind had stopped as well. Dean took one last long look at the dark before he slid the leather cord onto his wrist. Without a second thought Sam�s name tore itself from the bottom of his soul and spilled out into the light.

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Sam could see Jonas� house no more than 50 feet up the road. There were lights on in the front room and at least 3 cars parked out front.
Sam slammed on the breaks so fast that the car spun a good 30 degrees on the dirt before finally coming to a stop. He left the keys in the ignition without a second thought, and practically flung himself out of the driver�s side door in his attempt to reach Dean faster.
Once again Sam hooked his arms under Dean�s knees and proceeded to lift him like he had at the fraternity house. He took special care in not disturbing Dean�s shoulder any more than necessary while attempting to get him to the front door in record time.
Sam could hear the sound of muffled voices through the door but he didn�t wait to see if anyone would open it. He simply rearranged Dean�s body and used his right leg to kick the door in.
It slammed hard into the wall but Sam didn�t wait to see if he had broken anything. Instead, he started making his way down the hall toward the kitchen. The sound of half a dozen pistols cocking followed him.
�Put those damn guns away you morons! Christ, if it had been a demon you would all be dead already anyways!� Jonas� angry voice flowed down the hallway after him.
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Sam managed to make it to the kitchen without getting shot and without having a face-to-face with Jonas. He took advantage of his good fortune and placed Dean on the table while he went searching for a pair of tweezers and a large bottle of peroxide.
Unfortunately although his luck was usually pretty bad it proved to be exceptionally ill tonight.
He had just turned back from the cabinet over the sink with a bundle of first-aid supplies balanced in his arms when he was met with the angry face of Jonas Hale.
�Sam, just what the hell�� Jonas trailed off as he entered the kitchen and his eyes fell on the sight of Dean�s body bleeding onto the tile floor. �Jesus Christ��
Sam pointedly ignored him and started setting up the things he would need to try and patch Dean up. Jonas took stock of everything that Sam had grabbed before he turned around and left the room.
Sam began carefully removing the shirt covering Dean�s wound and cringed slightly at the blood that oozed out with the lack of pressure. He quickly grabbed a pad of gauze off the table beside him and reapplied pressure before unscrewing the cap off the peroxide bottle.
After Sam had finished picking out every last shard of glass from Dean�s shoulder, and cleaning it as well as he could, he picked him up once again and started walking down the hall. There was an empty bedroom down on the left and Sam laid Dean carefully onto the bed inside. Dean didn�t even grunt in pain. He was still cold. Sam pulled the nearest blankets up to Dean�s chin before making his way back to the kitchen to think.
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Jonas returned about a half an hour after Sam had placed Dean in the bedroom. He was carrying several paper bags in his arms and a few more lines under his eyes. Sam just watched him silently from the kitchen table as he made his way across the room to the countertop.
�Are you going to help me with this stuff or not?�
Sam simply stared at Jonas� back in response. Jonas sighed before he turned around and faced Sam head on.
�Well, let it out. I can tell you�re pissed at me about something Sam and you sitting there staring at me isn�t going to fix anything.�
Sam bowed his head for a minute. There was a million different accusations that he wanted to throw at Jonas. A million different things that he wanted to blame him for. Why hadn�t he stopped Dean? Why hadn�t he called Sam after Dean had talked to him?
Instead, he looked Jonas in the eyes and his voice broke. �Why isn�t he waking up? I fixed him, he�s fine now. He should be awake and back to normal. Everything should be back to normal.�
Jonas shook his head. �Nothing is ever as simple as it seems Sam, you know that.�
Sam�s fists clenched. �I shouldn�t have to know it Jonas! Dean shouldn�t have to know it either! Christ, Dean might be dying�� Sam�s breath caught at the word and his vision swam for a minute. He didn�t even see Jonas move until he was standing in front of him shaking his shoulder.
��Sam! Are you okay? Can you hear me?�
Sam nodded weakly and leaned his head back in the chair. �What the hell happened Sam? It was just a poltergeist. A simple little poltergeist.�
Sam smiled wryly and Jonas got chills at the look Sam gave him.
�Yeah, well, nothing is ever as simple as it seems, is it Jonas.�
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Author�s Note: Well, this was originally intended to be the final chapter of �Caged� but my muse ran away with me and now it�s becoming more involved than I thought it would be. So stayed tuned because the next chapter should be out soon, and I can promise it will be a doozy.
Oh, and just a little teaser for you guys� John�s back�

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