The Institute

Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone from Supernatural nor do I profit in any way. I just write for the love of writing about the boys and hurting them on the odd occasion.

Warnings:

Rated for language, violence and torture.

NO Wincest or Slash involved in this or any of my stories.

Author's Note: This is not a supernatural story as such, though the demon may make an appearance later on.

Just one little other thing no agencies or agents were brainwashed, manipulated or tortured in anyway. :0)

Grace wandered down the corridor, the call to heal was so strong but she couldn't work out where it was coming from. Sandy kept her sister in sight, not trusting their father not to harm her again. For some reason once she woke up the serum hadn't worked, perhaps she had become immune to it? Grace though seemed to be in a daze and that could only mean one thing in Sandy's mind.

Grace started to hurry as she felt the healing calling her, it was close by now, surreptitiously she turned and checked behind her but no one was there, finally free of her father's prying eye she sent a gaze to the cameras lining the hallways as she passed under them. Moments later the cameras all went offline.

Her fury building with each step as the pain in her psyche intensified Grace sent other thoughts out into the building, her reach far and wide as the inmates started to shudder and collapse confusion reigning in their abused minds.

Coming to a stop she watched the scene unfolding before her, Bobby and Caleb the friends of Sam and Dean stood by a gurney looking broken, the nurse she did not recognise but that was unimportant, what was important was the still figure lying under the shroud.

Ignoring the startled looks and reactions of the three in front of her Grace ran to the gurney and dragged the sheet from Sam's body dropping it to the floor. Her own body reacting violently to the sight that lay before her.

'What the hell do you think you are doing girly?' Bobby snarled but when Grace looked up at him he stayed still and silent. Returning her gaze to Sam Grace let her hands roam over his face, his beautiful, gentle face. But the call cancelled out all of her musings as she moved towards the damage done to him. The putrid smell of gangrene did nothing to dissuade her from her task.

Sandy stayed back staring at the gory display in front of her, chewing her lip she watched Grace lean over the body, why was it so important? And then she recognised the two men standing next to the nurse.

Hurrying over to them, Sandy stopped next to her sister and looked down at the body lying so still on the stretcher. 'Sam?' She breathed, 'Grace he's already?'

'No, no not yet his pain calls me.' Grace said tonelessly.

'Sam's alive?' Caleb breathed in shock, 'he-he's alive but where's Dean?'

'This was Dean's idea.' Rose spoke up wringing her hands nervously, 'please we don't have time for this, we must go.'

'The cameras no longer work.' Grace intoned without looking up, as gently as she could she laid her hands on Sam's stomach, one on each side of the infected chasm, her breathing hitched and she gasped at the pain and heat radiating from him. closing her eyes she concentrated deeply letting herself drift into a trance as the healing took over her consciousness.

'Caleb come with me we have to keep look out.' Sandy said decisively, 'Bobby can you protect Grace and Sam?'

'Go.' Bobby replied hoarsely unable to take his eyes from Sam's face, he still tried to get around the fact that Sam was alive.

'I'm Rose ... Sam's nurse I can explain what happened.' Rose said tenderly laying a hand on Bobby's arm, 'but I don't understand why the guards are not here yet.'

'We took out the ones on the docking bay.' Bobby said without turning around, 'who are you again?'

'Rose, I looked after Dean and Sam when they were brought in.' Rose said patiently, 'I tried to help them as much as I could but for some reason Mister Sloane he had them singled out. Sam was in a bad way when they brought him in and had to have emergency surgery, they thought that was it but then they discovered he had internal bleeding and took him back to operate. Sloane stepped in filled Dean with serum and told him Sam had died on the operating table and then cremated. He took Dean away before they returned Sam to the room, then they told Sam that Dean tried to escape and was killed in the attempt.'

'So both of the boys thought that the other?'

'Was dead yes, I cannot understand how someone can be so cruel and, well I tried as best as I could to save Sam but ... he escaped he wanted to die and join his brother. I found him hiding in a cupboard he split his stitches wide open and was bleeding out. Apparently, Dean, thinking that he had lost Sam, became something akin to a super warrior. Sloane in his cruel and twisted way he-he sent Dean to hunt down his own brother.'

'Oh my God.'

'When he found Sam in that cupboard and realised that Sloane had ... we decided that the only way to help Sam was to get him out.'

'Then Dean rang me ... so where is he now?'

'He went off vowing to finish this once and for all, I couldn't stop him. He wanted me to stay with Sam no matter what.'

'Thanks Rose, for everything ... these boys are family to me I – I appreciate what you've done for them.'

'They seem to have that affect on a lot of us.' Rose smiled.

Grace swayed and her knees buckled as she tried to pull away from Sam's pain. Bobby saw her pass out and hurried over managing to catch her and lower her to the ground. 'Grace?' he whispered brushing her hair from her face.

'I-I couldn't heal all of him.' Grace whispered, 'but he'll live.'

'Thank you.' Bobby said looking up at Rose he asked her to check Sam's vitals while he made Grace more comfortable. Rose hurried to her patient's side as Sam opened his eyes and blinked up at the woman.

'Hey Rose.' He muttered softly, 'where's Dean?'

'Wh-what do you remember Sam?' Rose asked him as she gave him a cursory exam.

'The car ... it swerved and hit me.' Sam frowned, 'then back at – at the institute ... Dean?'

'He's alive Sam.'

'No, no Sloane said he killed Dean trying to escape.' Sam squeezed his eyes closed as the tears threatened to flood.

'No he's alive Sam, Sloane lied to you and he lied to Dean he told him that you were dead too, that you died on the operating table.'

'No, no.' Sam ground out as he tried to sit up, dazedly he stared at his stomach, 'what?'

'Grace.' Rose said simply nodding in the girl's direction her mistrust of the Sloane family still evident in her scowl.

'Bobby?' Sam blinked and managed a small grin for his friend.

'Hey son you had us worried there for a while.' Bobby grinned planting himself next to Sam his grin growing by the second.

'Dean?' Sam persisted trying to see his brother, 'where?'

'He went after Sloane.' Bobby said, 'he wanted us to get you to hospital.'

'No, no not without Dean.' Sam ground out holding his stomach with one hand he managed to sit up and to swing his legs over the edge of the gurney. 'I – I have to go.'

'Sam you can barely sit up let alone walk.'

'Damn it Bobby, this all started because of me and I am going to finish it with or without your help.'

'Sam please listen to Bobby you need to be in a hospital.' Rose said trying to reach out to her young patient.

'No, I need to be at my brother's side,' Sam said coldly, 'now you can either help or you can get out of here but I am going to help Dean.'

Sandy and Caleb came running back just then both skidding to a halt when they saw Sam siting up on the edge of the stretcher, with a small cry Sandy ran to her sister and cradled her in her arms. 'Grace?'

'I'm fine just tired.' Grace muttered giving her sister a small smile, 'I did good huh?'

'You did great Gracey.'

Sam slipped off the stretcher and felt his knees start to fold under him, gripping Bobby's proffered up he made himself bite back the pain and dizziness he had to find Dean now.

'Freaking stubborn Winchesters.' Was all Bobby uttered as he wrapped his arm around Sam's waist and let the youngest Winchester lean against him, 'Rose get the girls to safety their father will surely kill em when he finds out what they've done.'

'No, we all stick together.' Sandy said helping her sister to her feet.

'What is this gang up on Bobby week?' the man snarled as he saw the same determined stubbornness in Sandy's face that he saw in Sam's. 'Freaking stubborn kids.'

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Dean stood at attention his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him while he waited for Sloane to make an appearance. He deliberately kept all thoughts of his Sammy out of his mind and set it instead on only one thought. To kill Sloane slowly.

'Ah there you are, you did well although I hear that the subject suicided.'

'Yes Sir, found it already dead with a self-inflicted knife wound Sir.' Dean said dispassionately dropping a bloodstained knife on the table next to him.

'Shame that subject showed great potential but then again it was very emotional.' Sloane said watching Dean's reactions carefully but the younger man remained at attention his face devoid of all emotions. 'I have decided that you are to graduate.'

'Sir?'

'I am bestowing a new name and identity on you, do not disappoint me.'

'Sir, no Sir.'

'I have decided to give you the name Adam, you are the first of my new alpha race, I think that the name is fitting.'

'Sir, yes Sir.' Dean said without blinking keeping his walls and his bubbling rage under control, the desire for revenge stronger than anything.

'So ... Adam report everything to me about subject twenty-two's demise do not leave out any detail.'

'As I said Sir ... he managed to escape his room and was found huddled in a store cupboard.' Dean turned to look at Sloane his eyes dull dark discs, 'he managed to procure the knife and then proceeded to slice his stomach wound open again and both wrists. He was already dead when I found him Sir.'

'You found him?'

'Yes Sir, followed his trail of blood.'

'What did you do then?'

'I returned the body to the medical unit to be pronounced and then I signed the incineration order.'

'Did you recognise subject twenty-two?'

'Sir? No Sir it was unknown to me Sir.'

'Very good Adam, I want you to report to Carmichael for your new vitamin regime and transfer to the cabins.'

'Yes Sir, thank you Sir.'

Sloane nodded and turned to leave giving Dean the opportunity to make his move. With blinding swiftness he attacked picking up the knife he wrapped his arm around Sloane's neck pressing the blade against the tender skin, 'the name is Dean Winchester you bastard, son of John and brother to Sam. The same Sam Winchester you hounded and tortured.' Dean hissed in his ear, 'give me a reason Sloane, just one move and I will slit your throat from ear to ear.'

'What do you want?'

'What do I want? Hmm let me think about that, you kidnap my brother, you torture him and try to brainwash him into thinking he is nothing but a machine to be used. You hunted me and my family down, you tried to kill us over and over, you messed with our minds and you caused my brother to try to kill himself, what do you think that I want?'

'Let me go and you can have anything Adam.'

'My ... name ... is ... Dean ... Winchester.' Dean snarled pressing the blade harder until it broke the skin. 'Tell me Sloane do you know what it feels like to have the serum forced into your body?'

'N-no and I don't intend on finding out ... you will never make it out of here alive.'

'Who says I want to?' Dean smirked pushing his prisoner sharply in the back making him move towards the smaller room next door. 'Move and Sloane is dead.' Dean snarled at the guards, 'put the weapons down and get out of here now!'

Without argument or a look at their captive tormentor, the guards dropped their weapons but did not leave. 'We want to see him get his.'

Dean nodded curtly, 'see Sloane, even your own men want to see you die.'

'Kill him.' Sloane ordered paling even more when the guards refused to acknowledge his order.

A commotion outside startled Dean and gave Sloane a chance to grab a loaded syringe plunging it into Dean's forearm. Yelping Dean loosened his grip slightly and Sloane managed to pull himself free. 'Kill him.' He ordered but the two guards stood silently with dispassionate looks on their faces.

Swaying with the effects of the serum flowing through him Dean picked up the knife and staggered towards his prey before it was too late. Just then the door swung open and Sam stood weakly leaning against Bobby. 'You? No you're dead.' Sloane screamed when he saw Sam standing there.

'Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.' Sam ground out taking a step towards Sloane allowing Grace, Sandy and Caleb entrance into the room.

'Girls? Stop him.'

'No father.' Sandy said her arm tightening around her sister's waist, 'no more.'

'S-Sammy?' Dean stammered his sight blurred sickenly as the poison did its job, 'you ... what?'

'Dean?' Sam cried out and then turned glittering eyes to Sloane his rage radiating from his entire being. Pulling away from Bobby Sam stood unaided his gaze moved to the row of loaded syringes on the bench a cold smile played across his deathly pale face. Without another thought, Sam concentrated on the syringes as they lifted off the bench and took on a life of their own. Each like a dart thrown at a bullseye hit its mark, burrowing the needle deep into Sloane's body. The last two piercing both of his eyes, another blink from Sam and they expelled their contents into the target.

'Dean?' Sam managed to croak out as he blinked and shook himself out of his trance; he turned to stare at his fallen brother, 'Dean?' His knees buckled then and he collapsed, landing with his head next to Dean's outstretched hand.

'Dean! Sam!' Bobby yelled staring in horror at the two boys lying so deathly still.

'Someone do something.' Caleb cried dropping to his knees next to the fallen brothers.

Grace pushed her way next to them and sank down onto her knees, placing a hand over each waning heart. 'I'm sorry.' She whispered tearfully, 'I am so sorry.'

'No damn it not now.' Bobby refused to accept the fact that the Winchester family was gone.

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The warm peach coloured room offered little comfort to the men who sat vigil over the ones lying in the hospital beds. Two weeks had passed since that day and neither one of them had moved or showed signs of waking.

The doctors assured them that it was going to take time but the longer it took the harder it was for them to accept the fact that they may never see the brothers awake again.

Rose silently came into the room and stood just inside the doorway staring at the four men occupying the room. Two lay in comatose states with various monitors and machines surrounding them, tubes ran in and out of their bodies, all performing the bodily functions artificially. The other two sat between them, each taking one to watch and to guard over. Taking on the roles of protectors very seriously they refused to allow anyone bar the doctors and Rose into the room without their consents, even the nurses were restricted in their access to the patients.

'Bobby, Caleb how they doing?'

'No change, what about the girls?'

'They're fine, both are working hard to rehabilitate the survivors.' Rose said succinctly absently she checked Dean's chart and then she moved to Sam's, nothing had changed.

'At least they are not getting any worse.' She muttered, a sudden coldness filled the room making the three conscious occupants shiver simultaneously. 'What?' Rose asked confused.

'Someone's here Bobby.' Caleb said his spidey senses kicking in detecting the supernatural presence.

'Damn, look at the boys.' Bobby exclaimed seeing faint smiles pass across the lips of both brothers. 'Dean? Sam?'

Sam's eyes fluttered open at the sametime his brother's did, the coldness hovered for a moment longer and then disappeared as the two boys regained consciousness.

'I-I'll get the doctors.' Rose stammered watching them return to wakefulness and fight the offending intubation tubes.

'Dean? Sam? Dammit boys you'll be the death of me.' Bobby sighed scrubbing his hands over his face. Identical confused stares met and then turned to the men standing near them.

Two days later the boys sat propped up in their beds, Dean looking more like his old self with a cockiness that seemed to be even worse than before, Sam looked less like death warmed up and finally had some colour back in his face. But he remained quiet preferring to stare out the window than to join in the conversations with the others.

Now both were out of danger Caleb and Bobby decided to get some decent sleep at their motel rooms leaving Dean and Sam alone for the first time.

'Dean?' Sam whispered his voice still hoarse from the swelling in his throat.

'Sammy?' Dean turned in his bed to lie facing his baby brother, 'hey how you doing?'

'Better it's quiet.'

'What's wrong Sammy?'

'Just my head hurts with noise.' Sam said distractedly. 'Dean?'

'Uhuh?'

'I'm sorry.'

'For what dude?'

'Giving up on you, I shouldn't have believed Sloane.'

'Dude, he had me believing you were dead, believe me you have nothing to be sorry for.'

'I wanted to die Dean, I didn't want...'

'Sammy.'

'Yeah?'

'How about we try and score dates with the new candy stripers? They are so hot.'

'Dean!'

'What?'

'You are such a jerk.'

'Yeah well bitch don't get your panties twisted, all I was thinking was it's been like forever since...'

'Don't finish that sentence Dean.'

'But Sam ...'

'Nope not listening Dean.'

'Sam ... hey what about the blonde for you and the brunette ... Sam hey Sam!'

'Not listening Dean!'