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Filthy and Gorgeous

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(Present Day)

“DEAN!” As consciousness came back to Sammy, so did the memories and the feeling of complete and utter horror and despair. He’d watched that thing burn his brother, he’d watched the fire rage, and he’d seen it tear across the ceiling turning it to ash. He breathed heavily, trying to regain control as he remembered that no, Dean hadn’t burned. Dean had somehow survived but he didn’t even get the chance to check his vitals before that evil yellow eyed son of a bitch had knocked him out somehow.

“Dean!” He repeated his cry, blurred vision desperately trying to focus as he looked around. He didn’t know where the hell he was but he definitely wasn’t in the manager’s hut anymore.

He heard a grumble from somewhere in front of him and blinked a few times until he could make out the weary form of Dean, slumped against the opposite wall, clothes still tattered and skin covered with filth and ash, his hands shackled above his head – that’s when Sam realised he was in a similar position.

“Come on bro, wake up. Please.” Sam pleaded whilst pulling at the shackles.

“Sammy?” Dean groaned, lifting his head a little to stare at Sam with unfocused eyes.

“That’s it. Come on, stay awake.”

“Dude – you suck at rescues.” Dean managed to mumble out, eyes searching Sam for any prominent injuries whilst trying to obey his brother and stay awake.

Sam laughed and nodded, “Well you suck at dying apparently.”

“What can I say? God thinks I’m too hot and Satan’s scared if I go downstairs I’ll be running the place in less than a day.” Dean tried his best to grin but it turned out more as a grimace. The longer he stayed conscious the more he recalled, getting trapped by that bitch, getting tortured by that bastard and then the burning, oh God, that had hurt like hell… he was so sure he was going to die. Wait a minute…

“Sammy, why aren’t I dead?” He asked, confusion rippling through each word.

Sam tugged at the shackles again, causing them to rattle noisily, “I dunno Dean. I mean, the fire… but… you just… you didn’t… you wouldn’t burn.”

“It felt like I was burning…” Dean grumbled, yeah – it had definitely felt like he was burning.

Sam bit his lip and pulled even harder, he remembered Dean’s screams, each one filled with so much pain and emotion. He just wanted to be by Dean’s side, making sure he was okay but it just wasn’t normal to go through all that and not have ‘side effects’.

“Sammy…” Dean coughed gently, clearing his throat and indicating a change of subject, “Where are we?”

“I don’t know - some old warehouse by the looks of it.” Sam replied, taking another look at their surroundings.

“And the demon?” He felt his eyes getting heavy again, it was so hard to keep them open.

“I wish I knew.” Sam sighed and looked over at Dean, “Dean! Wake up! Don’t you dare fall asleep! Please.”

“I’m awake. I swear Sam, I was just resting my eyes.” His head snapped back up, “Just kinda tired at the mo’ bro.”

“I know but please… how ‘bout you see if you can get loose?”

Dean lifted his head gently upwards to stare at his shackled hands and frowned, “Huh, would you look at that? I didn’t even notice.”

He tugged at them but all they did was rattle like Sam’s had, they held him firmly in place and he groaned before letting the back of his head bang against the wall. Pain shot through his already painfully throbbing features, “This sucks.”

Sam could only nod in agreement, a lump forming in his throat as he watched his brother, pain so evidently etched into his face, and he wished that he could get him out and make it stop.

Shortly after silence settled in and the brothers seemed to disappear into their own deep thoughts, their heads were raised and turned by the sound of a door clicking open and then clashing closed. Sam gasped as a young girl walked into the room and over towards them. She was the one from his vision… she was the girl they’d been looking for.

“Oh God, not you.” Dean murmured, glaring at the girl.

“Don’t be like that.” She teased, kneeling down in front of him, “After all, I might get to keep you.”

“Oh yippee.” Dean mock cheered but he knew it was only to hide how tired he was and what was worse, he knew Sam knew it too.

“Hey, bitch!” Sam called, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Playing.” She replied simply, not even turning to look at Sam, “I like playing with new toys.”

“Leave him alone.”

“Tempting but no.” Her hand moved up and wiped a speck of dirt away from Dean’s cheek but the dirt only smudged with ash that was still there, “Now Dean, how’d you fancy telling me about your gift?”

Dean looked thoughtful for a second and opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before speaking, “Well, when I was about four my Mom bought me a toy car. I carried it everywhere with me… then there was the rifle Dad bought me for my thirteenth or something like that, real beauty - still got it in my trunk somewhere.”

“As heart warming as both those little tales are, you know I’m not on about them.” She leaned in close, “Why didn’t you burn? I want to know and I dare bet when he finds out he won’t tell me… so I’m asking you. Why?”

“Well sweetheart, if you do ever find out – be sure to tell me ‘cause I ain’t got a freaking clue.”

She pouted and pushed herself up, turning to face Sam finally, her eyes narrowing, “What about you? Do you know why? Come on, tell me. Just between us special kids.”

“No… I don’t know why.” Sam spat at her. Inside his mind was rolling with curses, this whole thing had been a set up, right from that first vision about the park and about her and from what he could tell, it had been meant to split him and Dean up… but Dean’s non burning… well that had screwed things up.

“Right then, guess you’re not very useful then.”

“Feel free to leave us alone again any moment.” Dean hissed at her, “Hell, feel free to let us go… instead of just standing their and trying to act as if you have a brain.”

“Oooo, harsh my little toy.” Her eyes gleamed as they turned to look at Dean, “If you want to play so badly then I guess I’m up for some fun.”

“I don’t know what your idea of fun is…” Dean breathed as he watched her walk over to a wall and pick up a metal rod before returning to stand in front of him, “But mine definitely doesn’t include one of them.”

She used the end of the rod the lift Dean’s chin it, the pointed tip scratching his neck and causing blood to trickle slightly. Chains rattled behind her as Sam pulled furiously at his restraints, desperate to stop the crazy bitch in front of him.

“Back the hell off!” He shouted at her but she simply waved her free had at him, silently telling him to shut up, “I meant it!”

“What you gonna do with that?” Dean asked, keeping a smirk firmly fixed.

She shrugged, the action making the end raise and fall, digging a little further into his throat and Dean held his breath, “Was thinking I could put it somewhere… drive it through your hand, or your knee… or I could use it to beat you.”

“And they’re the only choices?”

“No. I could use it on Sam.” She threatened and as his eyes widened, she knew she'd hit the desired nerve.

“You stay away from him.” He warned but the rod had already left its place from under his chin as she wandered over towards Sam.

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