This short little one-shot is complete, pure, self-indulgence. Which means that it does include sap, angst, h/c, hurt Dean, and super-protective-super-brother Sam. I really hope they didn't get too much OOC here, but I don't think they did.

Nevertheless, this does include darkside!Sam. Cause I don't think he'd ever really do this. (But he's only darkside!Sam for a second :P... it was necessary for the story, I thought) So if you don't like Sam being murderous, please don't read any further. I don't want to offend anyone.

Also, I can't shake the feeling that I've read a story that has a similar plotline to this somewhere before. But I searched and searched and SEARCHED and couldn't find it again, so if you know who it was, or if it's you, please know that I read that story, thought it was amazing, and was totally inspired for this one. I totally give props to you and everything else great... I'm really sorry I can't find it again so that I can give proper credit and thanks. Also, if you know who it was, please PM me and let me know. :) Thanks!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Unfortunately.

On with it!

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Dean's been gone - kidnapped, taken, whatever - for five days.

When Sam finds the two men - hardly men, more like monsters - who took him, he kills them without a second thought.

Yes, they were human. And yes, most people wouldn't think these guys deserved to die. At least not that way.

But they'd taken Dean. From the motel room, one night when Sam had been out getting dinner. The tortured phone calls and hideous, smug laughter - background noise to Dean's sobs of pain - are enough to make Sam not care if they're human. They tortured Dean, hurt him, for five days. Minutes, Sam can take. Hours, even. But not five days.

These men deserve to burn in Hell forever in Sam's opinion.

When he finds Dean, in the cold room of the old house's basement, he's cowering in the corner, bloody, bruised and shaking, dressed only in a filthy pair of jeans.

"Dean?" Sam rushes forward.

Dean flinches as though he's been struck, but then, as though he's just realized who's voice he's hearing, his head snaps up. "S'mmmmm?" His voice is raw and hoarse.

Sam's heart twists. "It's me, Dean."

He crouches beside his brother, takes in his bloody chest, arms, everything. He's chained to the wall by his right hand, the wrist rubbed raw.

Dean's eyes are almost impossibly huge, fixed on Sam in the half-darkness.

As soon as Sam gets close enough, Dean reaches out for him, a barely audible whimper starting in the back of his throat.

Sam ghosts his hands over Dean's bloody shoulders, not sure where he can touch that won't hurt.

Dean pulls on the chain, desperate for contact, not caring about his already raw wrist.

"Dean, stop for a second, okay?" Sam says softly but firmly. "Let me get this off you first, okay? I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere. Promise. Just let me do this - I've got the key."

Dean clings to his jacket as Sam quickly unlocks the cuff. As soon as he gets his brother's hand out, he pulls him straight into a hug.

Dean starts to cry a few seconds later, pressing as close as he can to Sam, his cold face buried in Sam's shoulder.

Sam holds him tight, rocks him a little, whispers soothingly.

"It's okay, Dean. It's over now. They won't touch you again, I promise. I've got you."

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I can't believe I just posted this. LOL. Please let me know what you thought. :)

~Deanandhisimpala