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Tweak says, "VENTUS!"

Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-17 15:50:00

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!dropped, day 15, dean winchester, location: gym, sam winchester

Day Fifteen, Evening
Who: Sam and Dean Winchester
What: Finding out what's wrong
Where: The Gym
When: Evening (Around 8:00 pm)
Rating: Let's just go R, they are Winchesters
Status: Active

He had already known something was wrong before Lexie had posted the note in the journals to him. He had just wanted to write it off as Dean forgetting or losing his journal somewhere, or being too busy to look at it. Still, he and Gambit had gone through all that trouble of getting food and Dean hadn't been by or written him once about it. The fact that Andy had written him earlier that morning with instructions to run had only made him more tense as the day wore on.

He made the now familiar trek from the museum to the gym in no time, not even really bothering to wait and see what Lexie would write in response to his questions. Her answers really wouldn't change things enough to warrant him not coming. She'd said something was wrong with Dean and she'd asked if he could fix it. That was all he needed to know. He slipped inside the doors and looked around for his brother, not spotting him on the line of cots. "Dean?" He called out, being reminded of the last time he'd come to the Gym looking for his brother and finding him beaten to hell with his hands broken, or the time before that when he'd had to tell him about their Dad. He started moving towards the offices at the back. "Dean!"

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hellsboy
2009-07-24 09:28 pm UTC (link)

How often had this scene replayed since they'd gotten there. Dean under pressure of something and near the breaking point. Sam trying to talk sense and comfort him. As much as he hated chick flick moments it seemed like that was all this place allowed for them. It wasn't fair though. So one-sided. Dean always taking. Sam always giving. Though Dean would not have wished his brother in this situation for anything in the world just so that he could give something to Sam in return. Not a fucking chance.

"That's just it, Sam. I was angry. There was still nothing I could do. There is nothing we can do. We can't get out of here. It'll never happen." It wasn't until he'd spoken the words that Dean realized he'd finally given up that hope. He was sure now that he and everyone else here was going to die here after as much torture as they could stand. That was all there was to it. Dean shook his head.

No, he wasn't okay. That was for damn sure. He was so close to losing it completely that he had to force himself to blink, pull his gaze away from the window before he became vacant and empty, staring out into space. There was some kind of lethargic calm that settled over him as Sam put a hand on his back. It was like all the despair and everything else flowed right out of him. He was so exhausted and defeated. But he would not let anymore tears fall.

Dean lifted his eyes to his brother's face, their depths all but void of emotion. He felt sluggish and apathetic. He'd been overloaded and now there was nothing left to feel so his words took on an almost monotone sound when he next spoke. "The thing is, Sam, that's the problem. They want to almost kill me over and over until I go insane. I'm no good to anyone like that and you know damn well there is no way out. They killed Luna. I couldn't protect her. I couldn't even protect myself. If they kill you or Lexie -- or Shannon I really will go insane."

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demonboyking
2009-07-29 03:35 am UTC (link)

Sam listened to the monotone voice of his brother and fought the chills that were going down his back. He'd heard his brother use that tone before, after their father had died.

"You're good to me as long as you're fighting," Sam said, gripping the back of Dean's jacket. "It's only when you give up that you're not going to be of any help to anyone. We need to keep fighting, even if it doesn't make a difference. Even if there is no way out of this place. If we give up we might as well just roll over and die, Dean. We have to fight."

He took a shaky breath. "They're not going to kill me, or Lexie or Shannon. Or you. If they do, we're not going to make it fucking easy for them. Dean, come on. I need you to keep trying. Please. I can't do this without you there backing me up." He swallowed and shook his head. "The thing I learned over the last two years is how much I need you. I was just lying to myself when I thought I didn't need you and dad. We're family. We belong together."

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