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Firelight

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“Leave him alone!” Dean shouted but she wasn’t listening, she was already standing in front of Sam.

She licked her lips and pressed the rod against Sam’s cheek; he tensed beneath the touch but stared at her with a hardened gaze. She moved the rod down slowly, slicing at his skin, watching him carefully for any signs of fear.

“Back off!” Dean called again, wrestling with his shackles, “Please, leave him out of this.”

Amii cocked her head to the side and looked over her shoulder at Dean, considering him for a moment before removing the rod from Sam’s cheek, “You really don’t like seeing Sammy here hurt, do you?”

Dean didn’t reply. She knew the answer; she didn’t need him to confirm it.

“I don’t get it. Why? What about all those bad things he’s ever done to you? Doesn’t it piss you off?”

“He’s my brother.” Dean spat at her, “But you’re such a cold and heartless piece of work that you wouldn’t understand.”

“No…” She agreed, a malicious smile crossing her lips again and she turned back to Sam; raising the rod and pushing it into the upper half of his leg – not strong enough to injure him but just enough to get her intent across, “You want me to stop, you tell me what I want to know.”

“I don’t know.” Dean pleaded, “Hell, for all I do know that bastard demon could just be messing with us.”

The rod was pressed on harder and Sam ground his teeth together, biting back the small cry of pain as the end broke through his jeans and into his skin. She was stronger than she looked.

“He’s not doing this. You are. You have to know. How could you not?”

“I dunno about you but I’m not really the type to go walking through fire, so why the hell would I know?” Dean snarked, “Just stop it, please. Leave him alone.”

She sighed and lifted the rod, turning to face Dean brightly, “Okay.”

“Okay? Really?” Dean asked, slightly taken aback.

She nodded and laid the rod back against the wall before blowing Dean a quick kiss and leaving the room.

“She scares me.” Dean muttered.

“She likes you, maybe you get a room.” Sam mocked.

“Bite me.”

“I’ll leave that to her.” Sam smirked slightly, watching as his brother slumped back against the wall now that the danger seemed to have gone.

He shifted his leg a little, wincing at what he was sure was going to be a pretty bad bruise, and looked down. It wasn’t that bad from what he could see, there was barely any blood, just a small trickle that stained his jeans. He groaned and looked up at the shackles, mind searching for some escape but that was short lived as the door creaked once again and Amii had returned.

She held something in her hand but from where he was, Sam couldn’t see what it was. Slowly, she made her way over to Dean and knelt in front of him, he looked up at her wearily, wearing a bored expression.

“I wanna see.” She said.

“Wanna see what?” Dean narrowed his eyes before seeing the small silver item that she held in one hand.

She set the silver lighter on the floor and pulled a key from her pocket, lifting it to the shackles she undid one hand and pulled his arm out. His muscles tensed automatically and he tried to pull his arm away from her but she held it steady using the same force she’d used on him earlier. Her hand curved around the lighter as she picked it up and flicked it open, igniting the small dancing flame.

“I want a demonstration.” Her smile widened and she placed the lighter beneath his arm so the flame flickered against his skin.

“What are you doing?” Sam called; an edge of panic evident in his voice.

Dean gasped at the sudden arrival of pain and tried again to pull his arm away from her, gaining more control the more instinct came into play. When he didn’t succeed in getting away, sick curiosity made him look down at his skin which showed no signs of burning. He clenched his hands so they made fists and forced back the sharp cry of pain, his leg pulsing as he tried to control the it.

“Beautiful.” She whispered before finally flicking the lighter closed. She turned his arm over, examining the damage… or lack of damage, “Amazing.”

“Bitch.” Dean ground out and yanked his arm away from her, bringing it up against his chest in a vain attempt to stop the pain.

“You’d think if you didn’t burn then fire wouldn’t hurt.”

“I wish.” He moaned, taking several deep breaths.

She stood up and shrugged, satisfied with what she’d just seen. She left the room much quicker this time, not sparing a second glance at either brother.

“You okay?” Sam asked when he heard the door close.

“Fan-freaking-tastic.”

“Dean…”

“I’m fine… it’s just little pain. Besides, dumb bitch left my arm loose.” Dean smirked, turning to the door to check she wasn’t going to burst through and rectify the act.

Sam let his eyes wander over his brother, mind lingering on the fact that he had yet to move his arm away from his chest, “Unless you’ve started carrying paperclips that might not be much help.”

“We’ll find something.”

“I guess…” Sam sighed, “But Dean…”

“What?”

“I don’t think he is messing with us. He was completely freaked out. We have to figure this out.”

“One thing at a time Sammy.” Dean groaned, “Oh great… and if things weren’t bad enough, it’s raining.”

“Huh? How can you tell?”

“Well for one, that faint little noise that sounds like rain.”

Sam nodded in agreement; straining his ears he heard it too.

“And for two… there’s a hole above me and I’m getting wet and if it ain’t rain, I’m not sure I wanna know what it is.” Dean leaned his head back against the wall, the leaking roof allowing the harsh cold rain that was falling outside to fall onto him, dripping silently into his hair and against his face.

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