Song Remains the Same

Chapter 67: In Too Deep

"You let me violate you, desecrate you, penetrate you;
You let me complicate you... you help me get away from myself."
- Nine Inch Nails

The three Winchesters were dragged back the way they'd come through Crowley's dilapidated prison and then through a cell block they hadn't explored. Dean was hurled into a cell separate from his brother and sister. The door clanged shut behind him with a loud sound and Dean cast his gaze around the small space as he shook with absolute fury. Un-fucking-believable! Their own grandfather selling them out like this!

"Sam?! Alex!" he bellowed, pacing the small space of the cell he was in and craning to hear evidence of their proximity. He thought they had been stuck into a cell next to his, but the echoing sounds and thick walls made it hard to tell.

From nearby, he heard his sister give a blood-curdling scream instead of an affirmative response. "Oh my god ohmygod ahh! Ahh! Get away from me!"

Dean went frozen with shock and fear. Was Sam attacking her? Was she being tortured separately? Had the twins been locked up with a monster?! "What is it?" he asked in a panicking shout. He yanked on the locked door to his cell uselessly. "Alex! Sam! Alex, what is it?!" All he heard were sounds of scuffling nearby.

And then the response came. "The biggest fucking spider!" Alex screamed. "Sam get it away from me!"

Dean became exasperated. "Spider?!" he exclaimed, staring up at the wall in front of him with a funny look on his face. "Weren't you punching a demon minute ago?"

She didn't reply. He heard her shoes shuffling against the cold concrete floor nearby. They sounded either next cell over or one cell down. "Sam, kill it!" she whined.

Dean could just make out Sam's low, annoyed voice. "Fine, Jesus Christ, Alex," Sam muttered. "Happy?" The deed must have been done.

Still, Alex's sarcasm reigned. "No!"

Of all the things to feel at that very moment... Dean was a touch amused. "You are a piece of work, Al," he said, more to himself than to her as he rubbed his face and wondered how many hairs had just turned gray from the fear she'd just put him through. "Tiny little thing you can step on. Yeah, real scary."

The viewing latch on the solid metal door to the cell suddenly swung open, demanding Dean's attention. On the other side of the door Samuel stood and peered in at him. Dean's fury returned in a heartbeat to see the face of treachery staring back at him. "You want forgiveness, find a priest," he growled.

His grandfather had the nerve to look sorry. "I just want you to understand—" he started.

"Oh, I understand," Dean interrupted as he moved forward to confront Samuel through the open viewing. His blood had reached a boiling point and he wanted to strangle the man on the other side of the prison door. "I understand that you're a liar. You talk about putting blood first? You sound just like my dad, the difference is, he actually did."

Samuel's temper surged to match Dean's. "I am putting blood first!"

Disgust twisted Dean's features. "Oh gimme a break!"

"Mary's my blood!" Samuel shouted. "My daughter! Don't come at me like I sold you out, Dean, you sold out your own mother." His volume rose again. "It was her or Sam, and you chose Sam, plain and simple."

"Oh that is such crap!" Dean fired back. "You wanna know what really happened? You chose a demon over your own grandkids!"