As Adam spoke the simple greeting it felt like sandpaper against his throat. It was strange that it was so hard to say hello to Dean but he had been able to talk to the man who got him into the prison. He had thought that he was in a limited illusion at the time but now it was a prolonged experience. It wasn't the longest time a trick had been played on him before the rug was pulled from under him. Somehow it felt longer even though he knew it had only been a couple weeks.
Still it didn't feel as though he were really there. He couldn't have been. There was no way out of the cage. There was no end to it. Even if the escape was to a world filled with zombies. There was no way that he would find himself there if it wasn't a trick. Some kind of torture to increase his suffering. Just a laugh at his expense as he was nothing but a form of entertainment inside the cage. There was no choice in participating in everything they could think of.
He kept his legs in close to his chest as he sat in the bottom bunk. He heard Dean's question. If he was alright, what did he remember. The questions remained unanswered as he sat there. The word he had spoken before was hard enough to say to the man in front of him. For a long time he had been tortured with the sight of his brothers saving him from the cage only to be shown that it was untrue. Usually followed by crueler tricks and painful games.
So the sight of Dean started a chain reaction the younger brother. He felt his breathing begin to get heavy as he sat there and the room seemed to zoom out. The edge of his vision hazy.