say you won't let go, sam winchester [ 4 ]

015. tortured

Miranda screams as she wakes up to a cattle prod pressed to her abdomen. She whines in pain, looking around to see her and Sam both chained to chairs in some sort of basement.

"Be a good boy and girl." Ms. Watt tells them.

"You." Sam glares at Toni as she walks down the stairs. Toni sits down at a table and pulls out a book and pen, taking the cap off.

"Now. Let's begin." Toni says.

"Toni Bevell, London Chapterhouse." Sam recalls.

"That's right." Toni says.

"So, you're what? You're, uh, English Men of Letters?" Sam asks.

"British." Toni corrects.

"Where are we?" He asks.

"Does it matter?" Toni asks.

"Just wondering how far we're gonna have to walk back to town after we kill you. And her. But you first." Sam says.

"Nah, I think we can take 'em out together." Miranda says.

"Yes, well, before you murder us all, we do have a few questions about you both, your brother, hunters in America, and how you saved the sun." Toni states.

"Right. You shoot us, kidnap us, but, yeah, happy to help." Sam quips.

"I didn't want to hurt you, Sam. Either of you. You gave me no choice." Toni says. "I could say it was never supposed to go this way, but you Winchesters are... you. It was always going to go this way."

"And you know us?" Sam asks.

"We do. We've been watching you and your family for years. Ever since you almost ended the world the first time. We knew all about Lucifer, the angels falling." Toni lists.

"Then where were you?" Sam asks.

"Fair question. See, some of us wanted to get involved, but the old men wouldn't allow it. Thought we were overstepping our bounds. After all this business with the darkness, even they have to agree, things need to change. And while you might not believe this, Sam, we're here to help."

"Yeah, no, I-I can tell." Sam remarks.

"That's why you're going around and shooting kids." Nathan mutters.

"I want to apologize for locking you two up. You're dangerous -- to others and yourselves -- but if you answer my questions, you walk right out that door. I promise." Toni says.

"Pass." Sam says.

"Fuck off." Miranda growls.

"You can ask me any kind of question you want. The answer's gonna be the exact same -- screw you. You want to get mad? You want to get mean? I've been tortured by the Devil himself. So you? You're just an accent in a pantsuit. What can you do to me?"

Toni caps the pen, nodding to Ms. Watts. She turns water on, hoses leading to a point that's right above Sam's head and another above Miranda's, ice cold water pouring down on them. Miranda immediately begins to shiver.

"A cold shower? That's your play?" Sam asks. After a bit, Sam starts to shiver. "Screw you."

"Perhaps you're equipped to handle torture... but your wife isn't." Toni smirks. Sam's glare hardens even more, fighting against his restraints for a moment.

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The water turns off.

"Can I end this, please?" Toni asks them.

"Screw you." Sam shivers.

"Fuck off." Miranda barely manages to get out.

"What do you imagine is happening here? Do you think you're being brave, that you're the hero of this story? Well, you're no hero, Sam. You're just bad at your job." Toni says.