All Things Past

Part 1.

Sam and Dean walked guns drawn into the dark abyss that was the house of the latest monster they were hunting. A witch.

The brothers moved cautiously as they neared a vacant hallway. Without warning a shadowy figure jumped out from behind the wall grabbing Sam by the neck. Sam let out a startled grunt as he was pulled against the strangers chest.

Sam! Dean yelled aiming his weapon at the monster holding his brother hostage. Deans heart ached as he saw Sam struggling against the figure that had him in his grasp. Let him go you son of a bitch!

The witch snickered, giggling maniacally he caressed Sams hair with his cheek. Nah-ah-ah. The witch cooed, trailing the tips of his fingers across Sams lips, Sam attempted to pull away from the sicko, but the witch had the upper hand and Dean couldnt stand it. Id put the gun down if I were you.

Dean tightened his grasp on the weapon in his hands, he couldnt believe this maniac thought he was just going to let he and Sam sit there defenseless, waiting to be killed. And why the hell would I do that? Dean said gruffly.

The witch laughed once again, trailing the tips of his fingers down Sam as he spoke. You do care about this man, dont you? I mean you really seem to care, I bet the look in your eyes alone could kill me right now.

The witchs fingers continued caressing every inch of Sams body, Sam shuddered as the man reached his belt. Deans eyes went wide and filled with a new-found fury. Dont touch him! He yelled, his body visibly shaking with anger.

The witch smiled, seemingly unfazed by Deans anger. Put down your gun. That was it, the final straw.

Dean dropped his gun to the floor as the witch made his way to him, a struggling Sam in his arms. Sam fell to the ground with a loud bang as the witch released him from his hold.

Sammy you okay? Dean questioned taking the younger mans head in his hands. Sam nodded to busy sucking in air to speak.

Now what? Huh? You gonna kill us? Dean asked angrily.

Why would I do that? Youre much more use to me alive. The witch said grabbing a hex bag from the table. The witch grabbed Sams leg and pulled him across the room holding Dean back with his powers.

What are you doing? Sam hissed as the witch began reciting a spell. Sam screamed in pain as light burrowed through him and encompassed his mind. Tears flooded Sams face as the witch did his worst while Dean could do nothing but make empty threats and scream.

Cas. Dean called. We could really use your help here! Dean continued to fight as his brothers sobs died down.

Suddenly the door burst open to reveal Castiel, with a raise of his hand Sams torturer was no longer an issue and Dean rushed to his baby brothers side. Sam? Sammy?! Dean yelled as he shook Sams shoulder. Sam was unresponsive, this only added to Deans distress as he fixed his brothers bangs behind his ear. Cas is he-

Hes alive Dean, just unconscious.

Dean sighed in relief, a tear threatening to slide down his cheek as he assessed the situation, they had found themselves in. Help me get him back to the impala, well take him back to the motel and let the kid sleep it off. Castiel nodded and helped Dean lift his brother carefully.

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Motel Room

Dean was laying in bed when he heard a terrible scream coming from the bed across from his. Sam? He called jumping out of bed and making his way to his brother.

Sam was franticly shuffling around looking for a weapon to defend himself, his fingers finally landed on a small pocketknife. Sam flicked out the blade and pointed it at Dean, his face betraying just how scared the young kid truly was.