Confessions, Supernatural, NC-17, Broken!verse
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Confessions
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, John, Ellen, Bobby, Caleb, Pastor Jim, Jo, Ash, OMC, OFC
Rating: NC-17 (for thematic reasons)
Word Count: 3659
Summary: Broken!Verse, chapter 42 ( Click here for Index of all chapters)
Summary: Gabe continues to try to come to grips with what he's done, the hunters get back to the cabin, and Dean gets an eyeful.
A/Ns and Warnings: Very dark. Includes memory of torture and rape and very dark violence.
Gabe stared at his reflection in the polished metal that served as a mirror in the rest stop bathroom. It looked like he felt…kind of unreal, a fuzzy image of someone he used to be. The water was cold but he kept his hands in it, scrubbing at his skin with calloused fingers.
Just…don’t let my kids see.
Gabe bit his lip and looked down at his hands. Thomas had deserved what he got…what Gabe did to him. He’d beat Sam and Caleb. He’d orchestrated Sam’s rape. Gabe had seen him hold Sam still for it. He was a monster. He was evil. He was no better than a vampire or werewolf.
Except that Gabe had also seen him sitting at dinner with his wife and children, watching him bow his head to say grace. And he hadn’t begged for his life…only that his kids didn’t see it…didn’t see him.
hey…they’re little…they won’t understand.
His hands hurt with the cold and the skin was raw. He trembled as he pulled them out of the sink. He moved to the towel dispenser, but it was empty, there was only an old fashioned linen towel dispenser, with a long loop of towel fed through rollers. He pulled and dried his hands, then stopped.
There was blood on the towel. Blood. His blood. “No. No.” Gabe shook his head and tried to reason through it. He looked down at his hands, raw and bleeding. “No.”
He pulled on the dispenser. He had to get the towel. Couldn’t leave blood evidence. They’d find him. He yelled and pulled trying to open the metal box.
“Gabe?”
“Gotta get it…can’t…” Gabe yanked and the box came loose. He fell backwards, cracking his jaw on the nearest sink before crashing to the floor, smacking his head on the concrete.
“Shit! Gabe?”
His father was there, prying the metal out of his hands and reaching for Gabe. “Lie still…let me see.”
“The towel…get the towel.” Gabe said, reaching for the box.
“Lie still, let me check…Gabe!”
Gabe sat up and grabbed his father’s hands. “Dad. There’s blood. We can’t leave the blood.”
Allen’s hand slid around the back of Gabe’s neck, his fingers questing against the knot he knew he was going to find. “There’s more blood now, Gabe. You’ve cracked your head open. Sit still and let me look.”
“Allen?”
Allen looked up, meeting Bobby’s eyes. “Can you get me a first aid kit, Bobby…and see if there’s an ice machine?”
Allen got Gabe sitting up against a wall, his head turned so he could see the wound. “Gave yourself a decent concussion, I’d guess.” He went to the broken towel dispenser and kicked it until the bottom roller fell off, then pulled the towel free. “All of this over a little blood?”
“Can’t leave it…they’ll find me.”
“Who Gabe?”
Allen came back to squat in front of Gabe, ripping the towel and folding a piece of it to press against his head. “The police…or the Gorlians?”
Gabe shook his head, because he didn’t even know. “I can’t keep them clean.” He held up his hands.
Allen closed his eyes, then pressed a kiss to Gabe’s forehead. “Jesus Gabe, you should have said something.”
“I wanted…I don’t want Caleb to know.”
“I’m sure Caleb would understand. We’ve all been where you are Gabe. We’ve all had that first kill.”
“But he was human, Dad. He had a family. I watched him say grace with his sons.”
“Gabe, even a vampire was human once. This man was no different. He let himself be swallowed up by evil. He became evil.”
Allen brushed hair out of Gabe’s eyes. “You hearing me, Gabe?”
Gabe licked his lips and tried to regulate his breathing. “Yeah…yeah, Dad. It doesn’t…it doesn’t change how it feels.”
“I know.” Bobby came back with the first aid kit and squatted beside them.
“Everything okay?”
“Gabe’s just having some issues adjusting.”
“First time.” Bobby said, then his hand dropped to Gabe’s knee. “We all have them, Son. Some are worse than others. I was your age. It was a different world then.”
“How…I mean…I keep seeing his face…hearing him talk about his kids.” Gabe closed his eyes while his father pressed gauze to the wound behind his ear. “I was so cold…I didn’t think…I just…did it.”
Allen’s hand was firm on his chin, turning him so that he could look at the bruise forming on his jaw. “You did what any one of us would have done. If I’d known what Caleb was up to, I would have come along.”
“I couldn’t let Caleb do it. I…he didn’t need that…he’s already got so much guilt over what happened.”
“Caleb isn’t your responsibility, Gabe.” Bobby said. “He’s a big boy. He can handle himself.”
Gabe shook his head. “He-he’s strung tight Bobby. He beat that guy. After he’d been tied up. Just beat him until I threatened to stop the car.”
“Bobby’s right Gabe. You need to worry about you, let us worry about Caleb, okay?”
Gabe nodded. “Ready to try standing up?” Allen helped Gabe to his feet. He swayed a little but Allen’s hand steadied him. “Bobby will clean up the rest of this mess. Let’s get something cold on that jaw of yours.”
Dean sat on the stairs, not quite ready to go in to Sam, but not really wanting to be in the living room with Ash and Jo. They seemed close, like him and Sam used to be…and he felt even more outside with them than he did with the others. He could hear them, bantering and joking while the tried to find something to watch on the television.
Upstairs he’d listened to his father get ready for bed, checking on Sam and closing his bedroom door. Pastor Jim had left Sam almost an hour before. It was maybe eleven. They expected the other soon. He knew he should be in bed before they showed up. Knew he should keep himself away. He wasn’t sure he was strong enough to not kill the bastard if he saw him. With a deep breath, Dean stood and headed up the stairs. Sam was asleep.
Rather than disturb him, Dean stripped down to boxers and slid into the other bed. Sleep would be hard enough without laying beside Sam. He listened to the slow, deep breathing of his brother and did his best not to think about Gorlian or Harvell…or whatever the hell name he went by…tried not to think about the nights he woke up screaming for Sam, or the way his body betrayed him…tried not to remember…After a half an hour of trying, he knew he wasn’t going to be sleeping anytime soon.
Sam stirred in his sleep and Dean sat up. He shook his head. He should go downstairs, let Sam sleep. He pulled his jeans back on and headed for the door. The house was quiet, except for strange sounds in the living room.
He headed down the stairs and froze at the bottom, his eyes fixated on the television. Larger than life, his own face, eyes streaming tears as some cock was force fed into his face. He blinked. Razz. That was Razz.
He must have made some noise, because Jo turned, her face ashen. “Dean? Oh my god, Dean.” Her hand was fumbling for the remote to turn it off. “I didn’t know.”
The image faded back and Dean was on his knees in his cage, come covering his face and chest as Thomas and Razz laughed. Finally, Jo’s fingers found the right button and the screen went to black. “Dean?”
Jo approached, but didn’t touch him. He could smell her shampoo…it was soft, feminine. Slowly, he took the remote from her hand and moved around her. The image came back to life, The cage floor was littered with the pictures he had thought were Sam. “I think Master will be pleased. You’ve finally managed to break him.” Razz said.
“Took long enough, stubborn bitch. Get Dennis and Evan in here, we’ll give him a proper send off.”
“Dean? Maybe you should give me that.” Jo said. He could feel her hands on the remote, but he pulled away.
“Where? Where did you find this?”
“There…was a box.” Jo said lamely, trying again for the remote.
Dean saw the box as she pointed and took the two steps to see inside. The number of DVDs startled him. “I only just put this one on. I didn’t touch the others.”
Dean could feel it bubbling up inside him, the rage that had led to the destroyed room at Bobby’s. Here it was…in a box…an entire year’s humiliation and debasement, rape, torture and capitulation…in a fucking box on the coffee table. He couldn’t talk…couldn’t find the words. He growled and Jo shrank back in surprise.
He picked up a few of the cases, turned them over in his hands. Then he was screaming, the DVDs flying as fast as he could get them in his hands. Jo ducked as low to the ground as she could while he flung them, screaming wordlessly in rage.
The image on the screen was his blank, dead eyed face as he ran out of DVDs. He picked up the coffee table. He was vaguely aware that Jo was screaming, that there was a car outside, that his father was calling his name, but Dean didn’t care. He swung the table and threw it at his own face, smashing into the television screen. Glass flew at him, and he felt the sting as some of it connected, but he only screamed louder.
There was a hand on his arm, but Dean pulled it loose.
“Dean.”
“No!” He made for the door, growling when his father cut him off. John’s hand closed over Dean’s wrist and Dean felt fear rush in over the anger. “No.” he said, a little more weakly, though he still struggled.
“Dean, calm down. Let me help.”
Dean closed his eyes, tried to pull his hands free. “No…please…”
”On your knees slave.
Dean slid to his knees, lost in a memory as the door beside him opened. John went with him, one hand still around his wrist. Ellen was the first one in, sweeping Jo up in her arms as Caleb followed her. John folded himself protectively around Dean as the others came in and Jim came down the stairs. When John could catch Jim’s eye, he beckoned him.
“What happened?”
John shook his head. “I’m not sure. He was tearing the place up. I think he saw…I think Jo found the DVDs.”
Suddenly Jo was beside them. “I didn’t know what they were. I only saw just a second of it before he was there. I tried to turn it off…but he went crazy.”
Ellen was behind her, holding her shoulders. “It’s okay, Jo.” John said. “We should have…told him…or something. He’ll be okay.”
John looked back at Dean’s face, slack and pale, almost like he wasn’t even there. “Jim, maybe you can get him back upstairs, settle him in with Sam?”
Jim nodded and reached for Dean. His voice gentle as his hand slid up Dean’s arm. “Hear that Dean? We’re going to take you upstairs.” He got Dean to his feet and the crowd parted for them as he walked them through to the stairs.
“Okay, Gabe, I put Ash in your room, you’ll have to bunk with the boys. Bobby, Jim’s in with you. Allen, I’m afraid that leaves you the couch.”
“I’m okay with that.” Allen brushed a hand down Gabe’s arm. “Why don’t you go settle in. I can bring you something to help you sleep.”
Gabe shook his head. “I want to shower first. I’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, okay.” Allen watched him go then turned to John. “We end this thing soon.”
John nodded. “Let’s get the prisoner secure. Then we’ll talk rotation.”
“Come on Jo, let’s head up.” Ellen said turning her daughter toward the stairs.
“But I-“
“No. No buts or ifs or anything else. Up the stairs.”
“This sucks.” Jo moved for the stairs. “He’s my uncle, you’d think I could look at him once.”
“Go.”
“Okay, I’ve got the shed secured for this. I want him as far from the boys as possible.”
“The chances that we are being watched mean we don’t have much time to get whatever it is you want out of him.” Bobby said, moving them toward the door. “We should just get it done and over with.”
“Oh, we’ll get it done and over with Bobby…”
The trunk opened and Michael Harvelle stared up at John Winchester. He looked only vaguely like Bill…bigger, broader, his face more square, his eyes darker. He was bound and gagged and John could still see a touch of the drugs in his eyes. “Get him out.”
Together he and Bobby got him out and on his feet, cutting the rope that secured his feet so that he could be walked. He fought, though he was easily overpowered and forced to keep moving. John pulled the shed open and turned on the single overhead light. It took some work to free him of the ropes and secure him in the chains so that he was strung between the two uprights, his feet barely on the floor, his arms spread wide above his head.
Harvelle’s eyes flashed above the gag and it took everything John had not to kill him on the spot. “I’ll take first watch, I’ve had some sleep. And I have a few questions for him.”
“I’m not sure that’s wise, John,” Allen said, putting a placating hand on his arm.
“I was making a statement, Allen. Not a suggestion.” He looked down at the shorter man. “If it were Gabe…”
Allen stared back for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah…okay. Want one of us to stay?”
John shook his head. “No, go on, get some sleep.” He waited until the shed door was closed, then went to a table he’d set up. “I don’t have the tools your men had when they tortured my boys, but I think I’ve put together a nice little kit, don’t you?” He pulled the tarp off the table, revealing a bevy of tools, from a hammer to the cord he’d salvaged off a broken weed eater.
He picked up a knife and held it up, examining the blade as he came closer. “What’s say we get rid of those pesky clothes?” He set about cutting the tie, close up to his neck, Harvelle panted and John only smiled. “Don’t worry. I don’t intend on asking any questions just now. For right this minute, I just want to hurt you, so we’ll leave the gag on. Feel free to scream all you want.”
Gabe stood in the shower until the water ran cold…then a little longer. When he finally forced himself out, he was shivering with cold. He knew his father was right…he should let them worry about Caleb…but he felt…responsible. He’d watched, seen…and there was something about the collar…something about the look in Caleb’s eyes when Gabe had put it on him….something even more when he’d realized Caleb was still wearing it.
Gabe pulled on a pair of boxers and hung his towels to dry. Like it or not, he and Caleb were connected in this. Gabe slipped from the bathroom and into the hall, pausing between the two bedroom doors. Ultimately he knocked briefly on Caleb’s door. Caleb looked surprised when he opened it, but stood aside and let Gabe in. “You okay?”
Gabe shook his head as Caleb shut the door. “I’m not sure, Caleb. I…I’m kinda mixed up.”
Caleb nodded and went back to the bed. “I know what you mean.”
“Do you?” Gabe bit his lip. He wasn’t even sure he knew what he meant. “I have…these feelings I don’t know what to do with.”
“What kind of feelings, Gabe?”
Gabe wrung his hands, then crossed his arms. “I don’t know.” He turned to face Caleb. “I…I’m afraid, Caleb.” He licked his lips and tried to figure out how to say it without sounding insane. “I’m afraid of…what I did…what I felt…I mean…it was so…easy…and the power…fuck.”
“You mean what you did to Thomas?” Caleb was standing now, coming toward him.
Gabe shook his head. “No.” Caleb was right in front of him, eye to eye. Gabe raised his hand, settled it on Caleb’s neck, his thumb pressing across the front. “I mean this.”
“Gabe…it’s okay.”
Gabe shook his head. “No…you don’t understand. There was a part of me that got aroused when I saw you still had it on. There was a part of me that got aroused when you let me put it on you.” He dropped his hand and closed his eyes. “I liked it, Caleb.”
Caleb took Gabe’s hand, held it between them. They were silent for a long time, then Caleb slowly put Gabe’s hand back on his neck. “There was a part of me that did too, Gabe.”
Gabe’s eyes opened, startled. He looked at Caleb, but Caleb wouldn’t look at him. “I won’t lie to you. It…scares me.” Caleb said softly.
Gabe shook his head and took a step back, his hand slipping away and falling to his side. “What…what are you saying?”
Caleb seemed to sag as he sighed and moved back toward the bed. “I don’t know Gabe.”
Ellen settled Jo into bed, and made sure she was asleep. She was tired too, but she knew they didn’t have long…and she knew better than to leave John out there alone. She stopped at the car to retrieve a gun and headed out to the shed.
John glanced over his shoulder when the door opened, and Ellen’s eyes flicked from his to Michael’s. John had already worked him over pretty good. “Hello Michael.”
His eyes flared over the gag and he chewed at the material in his mouth. She smiled coldly. “Not exactly how you planned this, I’ll bet.”
She moved closer, her eyes traveling over the marks John had left on him, over the bloody face. She turned to John. “He’s more likely to talk if you take the gag out.”
John shrugged. “I suppose.” He leaned in toward Michael. “You ready to talk now?” He yanked the gag out. Michael worked his jaw, his eyes dancing between John and Ellen.
“Hello Ellen,” he said finally, his voice quiet, but with a hard edge. “John.” He spit the name.
“Tell us where the others are hiding.” Ellen said.
“That isn’t what you want to know.” Michael said. “You want to know why. You want to know how. You want to know who’s watching you and how long you have before they come to get me.”
Ellen backhanded him with the gun in her hand, opening a bloody gash along his cheekbone. “Answer the question.”
Michael laughed, dropping his head forward. “Bill always did say you were a spitfire…nice to see that your daughter has the same spirit…it will make breaking her that much more fun.”
She hit him again and again, and then John was pulling her away. “He’s goading you.”
“That’s it John, placate her, calm her down…just like you did after you killed Bill.”
They both turned and Michael smiled, his teeth coated in blood. “He never told you, did he? How he killed Bill?”
Ellen leveled the gun at him. “Shut up.”
“Or what? You’ll shoot me, Ellen? I still have information you want, don’t I?”
“Truth of the matter is, Michael, it doesn’t matter what information you have. Your organization is toppling.” John moved to pick up the power cord. “You bit off more than you could chew when you came after us.”
“Oh, yes, because you’re the mighty John Winchester…no one gets the better of him…except I did. I was working on it…working my way into the hunter’s community…then I found that dolt Robert. Bobby should have done a better job raising that boy. Not right in the head, that one.”
“You’d know all about that, eh, Mikey?” John said.
“Compared to that sick puppy, I’m the picture of mental health.” Michael spit blood onto the dirt floor. “You took my brother. I figured it was only fair to take your boys.”
“You killed Bill, you sick fuck. That berserker you let loose killed him.”
Michael shook his head. “You’re the one who delivered the final blow, John. Damn near cut his fucking head off, didn’t you?”
John’s fist slammed into his face. There was a crunch as bones broke. Michael just laughed. “Heh…feeling a little guilty are you? Bet you never told her.”
“John?”
“Ellen, he’s just trying to turn us against each other.”
“I realize that. Can I talk to you?”
John nodded, replacing the gag before following her out of the shed. “He’s stalling.” Ellen said when the door was closed. “He must think someone’s coming for him.”
She was shaking. “You should go inside, Ellen. Let me deal with him.”
“No. He’s my responsibility.”
“I’m not letting you kill him.”
“John-“
“No. Ellen, I’m serious.”
“He threatened my little girl.”
John nodded. “I know. I do. But it isn’t something you need to do, Ellen. Let one of us handle it.”
They were quiet for a minute, then she put the gun in his hand. “Is there any truth to what he’s saying?”
“Ellen…”
“John, I forgave you a long time ago. Just tell me.”
John hung his head, cleared his throat. “Bill was…he wasn’t going to make it down the mountain. He was hurting…it was really bad. He…begged. I couldn’t leave him there like that…and ever step caused him more pain. He asked me to look after you and Jo…and to help him…and I did.”
She nodded. “Kill him for me, John?”
He kissed her forehead, then her lips. “It will be over soon, I promise.”
Title: Confessions
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, John, Ellen, Bobby, Caleb, Pastor Jim, Jo, Ash, OMC, OFC
Rating: NC-17 (for thematic reasons)
Word Count: 3659
Summary: Broken!Verse, chapter 42 ( Click here for Index of all chapters)
Summary: Gabe continues to try to come to grips with what he's done, the hunters get back to the cabin, and Dean gets an eyeful.
A/Ns and Warnings: Very dark. Includes memory of torture and rape and very dark violence.
Gabe stared at his reflection in the polished metal that served as a mirror in the rest stop bathroom. It looked like he felt…kind of unreal, a fuzzy image of someone he used to be. The water was cold but he kept his hands in it, scrubbing at his skin with calloused fingers.
Just…don’t let my kids see.
Gabe bit his lip and looked down at his hands. Thomas had deserved what he got…what Gabe did to him. He’d beat Sam and Caleb. He’d orchestrated Sam’s rape. Gabe had seen him hold Sam still for it. He was a monster. He was evil. He was no better than a vampire or werewolf.
Except that Gabe had also seen him sitting at dinner with his wife and children, watching him bow his head to say grace. And he hadn’t begged for his life…only that his kids didn’t see it…didn’t see him.
hey…they’re little…they won’t understand.
His hands hurt with the cold and the skin was raw. He trembled as he pulled them out of the sink. He moved to the towel dispenser, but it was empty, there was only an old fashioned linen towel dispenser, with a long loop of towel fed through rollers. He pulled and dried his hands, then stopped.
There was blood on the towel. Blood. His blood. “No. No.” Gabe shook his head and tried to reason through it. He looked down at his hands, raw and bleeding. “No.”
He pulled on the dispenser. He had to get the towel. Couldn’t leave blood evidence. They’d find him. He yelled and pulled trying to open the metal box.
“Gabe?”
“Gotta get it…can’t…” Gabe yanked and the box came loose. He fell backwards, cracking his jaw on the nearest sink before crashing to the floor, smacking his head on the concrete.
“Shit! Gabe?”
His father was there, prying the metal out of his hands and reaching for Gabe. “Lie still…let me see.”
“The towel…get the towel.” Gabe said, reaching for the box.
“Lie still, let me check…Gabe!”
Gabe sat up and grabbed his father’s hands. “Dad. There’s blood. We can’t leave the blood.”
Allen’s hand slid around the back of Gabe’s neck, his fingers questing against the knot he knew he was going to find. “There’s more blood now, Gabe. You’ve cracked your head open. Sit still and let me look.”
“Allen?”
Allen looked up, meeting Bobby’s eyes. “Can you get me a first aid kit, Bobby…and see if there’s an ice machine?”
Allen got Gabe sitting up against a wall, his head turned so he could see the wound. “Gave yourself a decent concussion, I’d guess.” He went to the broken towel dispenser and kicked it until the bottom roller fell off, then pulled the towel free. “All of this over a little blood?”
“Can’t leave it…they’ll find me.”
“Who Gabe?”
Allen came back to squat in front of Gabe, ripping the towel and folding a piece of it to press against his head. “The police…or the Gorlians?”
Gabe shook his head, because he didn’t even know. “I can’t keep them clean.” He held up his hands.
Allen closed his eyes, then pressed a kiss to Gabe’s forehead. “Jesus Gabe, you should have said something.”
“I wanted…I don’t want Caleb to know.”
“I’m sure Caleb would understand. We’ve all been where you are Gabe. We’ve all had that first kill.”
“But he was human, Dad. He had a family. I watched him say grace with his sons.”
“Gabe, even a vampire was human once. This man was no different. He let himself be swallowed up by evil. He became evil.”
Allen brushed hair out of Gabe’s eyes. “You hearing me, Gabe?”
Gabe licked his lips and tried to regulate his breathing. “Yeah…yeah, Dad. It doesn’t…it doesn’t change how it feels.”
“I know.” Bobby came back with the first aid kit and squatted beside them.
“Everything okay?”
“Gabe’s just having some issues adjusting.”
“First time.” Bobby said, then his hand dropped to Gabe’s knee. “We all have them, Son. Some are worse than others. I was your age. It was a different world then.”
“How…I mean…I keep seeing his face…hearing him talk about his kids.” Gabe closed his eyes while his father pressed gauze to the wound behind his ear. “I was so cold…I didn’t think…I just…did it.”
Allen’s hand was firm on his chin, turning him so that he could look at the bruise forming on his jaw. “You did what any one of us would have done. If I’d known what Caleb was up to, I would have come along.”
“I couldn’t let Caleb do it. I…he didn’t need that…he’s already got so much guilt over what happened.”
“Caleb isn’t your responsibility, Gabe.” Bobby said. “He’s a big boy. He can handle himself.”
Gabe shook his head. “He-he’s strung tight Bobby. He beat that guy. After he’d been tied up. Just beat him until I threatened to stop the car.”
“Bobby’s right Gabe. You need to worry about you, let us worry about Caleb, okay?”
Gabe nodded. “Ready to try standing up?” Allen helped Gabe to his feet. He swayed a little but Allen’s hand steadied him. “Bobby will clean up the rest of this mess. Let’s get something cold on that jaw of yours.”
Dean sat on the stairs, not quite ready to go in to Sam, but not really wanting to be in the living room with Ash and Jo. They seemed close, like him and Sam used to be…and he felt even more outside with them than he did with the others. He could hear them, bantering and joking while the tried to find something to watch on the television.
Upstairs he’d listened to his father get ready for bed, checking on Sam and closing his bedroom door. Pastor Jim had left Sam almost an hour before. It was maybe eleven. They expected the other soon. He knew he should be in bed before they showed up. Knew he should keep himself away. He wasn’t sure he was strong enough to not kill the bastard if he saw him. With a deep breath, Dean stood and headed up the stairs. Sam was asleep.
Rather than disturb him, Dean stripped down to boxers and slid into the other bed. Sleep would be hard enough without laying beside Sam. He listened to the slow, deep breathing of his brother and did his best not to think about Gorlian or Harvell…or whatever the hell name he went by…tried not to think about the nights he woke up screaming for Sam, or the way his body betrayed him…tried not to remember…After a half an hour of trying, he knew he wasn’t going to be sleeping anytime soon.
Sam stirred in his sleep and Dean sat up. He shook his head. He should go downstairs, let Sam sleep. He pulled his jeans back on and headed for the door. The house was quiet, except for strange sounds in the living room.
He headed down the stairs and froze at the bottom, his eyes fixated on the television. Larger than life, his own face, eyes streaming tears as some cock was force fed into his face. He blinked. Razz. That was Razz.
He must have made some noise, because Jo turned, her face ashen. “Dean? Oh my god, Dean.” Her hand was fumbling for the remote to turn it off. “I didn’t know.”
The image faded back and Dean was on his knees in his cage, come covering his face and chest as Thomas and Razz laughed. Finally, Jo’s fingers found the right button and the screen went to black. “Dean?”
Jo approached, but didn’t touch him. He could smell her shampoo…it was soft, feminine. Slowly, he took the remote from her hand and moved around her. The image came back to life, The cage floor was littered with the pictures he had thought were Sam. “I think Master will be pleased. You’ve finally managed to break him.” Razz said.
“Took long enough, stubborn bitch. Get Dennis and Evan in here, we’ll give him a proper send off.”
“Dean? Maybe you should give me that.” Jo said. He could feel her hands on the remote, but he pulled away.
“Where? Where did you find this?”
“There…was a box.” Jo said lamely, trying again for the remote.
Dean saw the box as she pointed and took the two steps to see inside. The number of DVDs startled him. “I only just put this one on. I didn’t touch the others.”
Dean could feel it bubbling up inside him, the rage that had led to the destroyed room at Bobby’s. Here it was…in a box…an entire year’s humiliation and debasement, rape, torture and capitulation…in a fucking box on the coffee table. He couldn’t talk…couldn’t find the words. He growled and Jo shrank back in surprise.
He picked up a few of the cases, turned them over in his hands. Then he was screaming, the DVDs flying as fast as he could get them in his hands. Jo ducked as low to the ground as she could while he flung them, screaming wordlessly in rage.
The image on the screen was his blank, dead eyed face as he ran out of DVDs. He picked up the coffee table. He was vaguely aware that Jo was screaming, that there was a car outside, that his father was calling his name, but Dean didn’t care. He swung the table and threw it at his own face, smashing into the television screen. Glass flew at him, and he felt the sting as some of it connected, but he only screamed louder.
There was a hand on his arm, but Dean pulled it loose.
“Dean.”
“No!” He made for the door, growling when his father cut him off. John’s hand closed over Dean’s wrist and Dean felt fear rush in over the anger. “No.” he said, a little more weakly, though he still struggled.
“Dean, calm down. Let me help.”
Dean closed his eyes, tried to pull his hands free. “No…please…”
”On your knees slave.
Dean slid to his knees, lost in a memory as the door beside him opened. John went with him, one hand still around his wrist. Ellen was the first one in, sweeping Jo up in her arms as Caleb followed her. John folded himself protectively around Dean as the others came in and Jim came down the stairs. When John could catch Jim’s eye, he beckoned him.
“What happened?”
John shook his head. “I’m not sure. He was tearing the place up. I think he saw…I think Jo found the DVDs.”
Suddenly Jo was beside them. “I didn’t know what they were. I only saw just a second of it before he was there. I tried to turn it off…but he went crazy.”
Ellen was behind her, holding her shoulders. “It’s okay, Jo.” John said. “We should have…told him…or something. He’ll be okay.”
John looked back at Dean’s face, slack and pale, almost like he wasn’t even there. “Jim, maybe you can get him back upstairs, settle him in with Sam?”
Jim nodded and reached for Dean. His voice gentle as his hand slid up Dean’s arm. “Hear that Dean? We’re going to take you upstairs.” He got Dean to his feet and the crowd parted for them as he walked them through to the stairs.
“Okay, Gabe, I put Ash in your room, you’ll have to bunk with the boys. Bobby, Jim’s in with you. Allen, I’m afraid that leaves you the couch.”
“I’m okay with that.” Allen brushed a hand down Gabe’s arm. “Why don’t you go settle in. I can bring you something to help you sleep.”
Gabe shook his head. “I want to shower first. I’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, okay.” Allen watched him go then turned to John. “We end this thing soon.”
John nodded. “Let’s get the prisoner secure. Then we’ll talk rotation.”
“Come on Jo, let’s head up.” Ellen said turning her daughter toward the stairs.
“But I-“
“No. No buts or ifs or anything else. Up the stairs.”
“This sucks.” Jo moved for the stairs. “He’s my uncle, you’d think I could look at him once.”
“Go.”
“Okay, I’ve got the shed secured for this. I want him as far from the boys as possible.”
“The chances that we are being watched mean we don’t have much time to get whatever it is you want out of him.” Bobby said, moving them toward the door. “We should just get it done and over with.”
“Oh, we’ll get it done and over with Bobby…”
The trunk opened and Michael Harvelle stared up at John Winchester. He looked only vaguely like Bill…bigger, broader, his face more square, his eyes darker. He was bound and gagged and John could still see a touch of the drugs in his eyes. “Get him out.”
Together he and Bobby got him out and on his feet, cutting the rope that secured his feet so that he could be walked. He fought, though he was easily overpowered and forced to keep moving. John pulled the shed open and turned on the single overhead light. It took some work to free him of the ropes and secure him in the chains so that he was strung between the two uprights, his feet barely on the floor, his arms spread wide above his head.
Harvelle’s eyes flashed above the gag and it took everything John had not to kill him on the spot. “I’ll take first watch, I’ve had some sleep. And I have a few questions for him.”
“I’m not sure that’s wise, John,” Allen said, putting a placating hand on his arm.
“I was making a statement, Allen. Not a suggestion.” He looked down at the shorter man. “If it were Gabe…”
Allen stared back for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah…okay. Want one of us to stay?”
John shook his head. “No, go on, get some sleep.” He waited until the shed door was closed, then went to a table he’d set up. “I don’t have the tools your men had when they tortured my boys, but I think I’ve put together a nice little kit, don’t you?” He pulled the tarp off the table, revealing a bevy of tools, from a hammer to the cord he’d salvaged off a broken weed eater.
He picked up a knife and held it up, examining the blade as he came closer. “What’s say we get rid of those pesky clothes?” He set about cutting the tie, close up to his neck, Harvelle panted and John only smiled. “Don’t worry. I don’t intend on asking any questions just now. For right this minute, I just want to hurt you, so we’ll leave the gag on. Feel free to scream all you want.”
Gabe stood in the shower until the water ran cold…then a little longer. When he finally forced himself out, he was shivering with cold. He knew his father was right…he should let them worry about Caleb…but he felt…responsible. He’d watched, seen…and there was something about the collar…something about the look in Caleb’s eyes when Gabe had put it on him….something even more when he’d realized Caleb was still wearing it.
Gabe pulled on a pair of boxers and hung his towels to dry. Like it or not, he and Caleb were connected in this. Gabe slipped from the bathroom and into the hall, pausing between the two bedroom doors. Ultimately he knocked briefly on Caleb’s door. Caleb looked surprised when he opened it, but stood aside and let Gabe in. “You okay?”
Gabe shook his head as Caleb shut the door. “I’m not sure, Caleb. I…I’m kinda mixed up.”
Caleb nodded and went back to the bed. “I know what you mean.”
“Do you?” Gabe bit his lip. He wasn’t even sure he knew what he meant. “I have…these feelings I don’t know what to do with.”
“What kind of feelings, Gabe?”
Gabe wrung his hands, then crossed his arms. “I don’t know.” He turned to face Caleb. “I…I’m afraid, Caleb.” He licked his lips and tried to figure out how to say it without sounding insane. “I’m afraid of…what I did…what I felt…I mean…it was so…easy…and the power…fuck.”
“You mean what you did to Thomas?” Caleb was standing now, coming toward him.
Gabe shook his head. “No.” Caleb was right in front of him, eye to eye. Gabe raised his hand, settled it on Caleb’s neck, his thumb pressing across the front. “I mean this.”
“Gabe…it’s okay.”
Gabe shook his head. “No…you don’t understand. There was a part of me that got aroused when I saw you still had it on. There was a part of me that got aroused when you let me put it on you.” He dropped his hand and closed his eyes. “I liked it, Caleb.”
Caleb took Gabe’s hand, held it between them. They were silent for a long time, then Caleb slowly put Gabe’s hand back on his neck. “There was a part of me that did too, Gabe.”
Gabe’s eyes opened, startled. He looked at Caleb, but Caleb wouldn’t look at him. “I won’t lie to you. It…scares me.” Caleb said softly.
Gabe shook his head and took a step back, his hand slipping away and falling to his side. “What…what are you saying?”
Caleb seemed to sag as he sighed and moved back toward the bed. “I don’t know Gabe.”
Ellen settled Jo into bed, and made sure she was asleep. She was tired too, but she knew they didn’t have long…and she knew better than to leave John out there alone. She stopped at the car to retrieve a gun and headed out to the shed.
John glanced over his shoulder when the door opened, and Ellen’s eyes flicked from his to Michael’s. John had already worked him over pretty good. “Hello Michael.”
His eyes flared over the gag and he chewed at the material in his mouth. She smiled coldly. “Not exactly how you planned this, I’ll bet.”
She moved closer, her eyes traveling over the marks John had left on him, over the bloody face. She turned to John. “He’s more likely to talk if you take the gag out.”
John shrugged. “I suppose.” He leaned in toward Michael. “You ready to talk now?” He yanked the gag out. Michael worked his jaw, his eyes dancing between John and Ellen.
“Hello Ellen,” he said finally, his voice quiet, but with a hard edge. “John.” He spit the name.
“Tell us where the others are hiding.” Ellen said.
“That isn’t what you want to know.” Michael said. “You want to know why. You want to know how. You want to know who’s watching you and how long you have before they come to get me.”
Ellen backhanded him with the gun in her hand, opening a bloody gash along his cheekbone. “Answer the question.”
Michael laughed, dropping his head forward. “Bill always did say you were a spitfire…nice to see that your daughter has the same spirit…it will make breaking her that much more fun.”
She hit him again and again, and then John was pulling her away. “He’s goading you.”
“That’s it John, placate her, calm her down…just like you did after you killed Bill.”
They both turned and Michael smiled, his teeth coated in blood. “He never told you, did he? How he killed Bill?”
Ellen leveled the gun at him. “Shut up.”
“Or what? You’ll shoot me, Ellen? I still have information you want, don’t I?”
“Truth of the matter is, Michael, it doesn’t matter what information you have. Your organization is toppling.” John moved to pick up the power cord. “You bit off more than you could chew when you came after us.”
“Oh, yes, because you’re the mighty John Winchester…no one gets the better of him…except I did. I was working on it…working my way into the hunter’s community…then I found that dolt Robert. Bobby should have done a better job raising that boy. Not right in the head, that one.”
“You’d know all about that, eh, Mikey?” John said.
“Compared to that sick puppy, I’m the picture of mental health.” Michael spit blood onto the dirt floor. “You took my brother. I figured it was only fair to take your boys.”
“You killed Bill, you sick fuck. That berserker you let loose killed him.”
Michael shook his head. “You’re the one who delivered the final blow, John. Damn near cut his fucking head off, didn’t you?”
John’s fist slammed into his face. There was a crunch as bones broke. Michael just laughed. “Heh…feeling a little guilty are you? Bet you never told her.”
“John?”
“Ellen, he’s just trying to turn us against each other.”
“I realize that. Can I talk to you?”
John nodded, replacing the gag before following her out of the shed. “He’s stalling.” Ellen said when the door was closed. “He must think someone’s coming for him.”
She was shaking. “You should go inside, Ellen. Let me deal with him.”
“No. He’s my responsibility.”
“I’m not letting you kill him.”
“John-“
“No. Ellen, I’m serious.”
“He threatened my little girl.”
John nodded. “I know. I do. But it isn’t something you need to do, Ellen. Let one of us handle it.”
They were quiet for a minute, then she put the gun in his hand. “Is there any truth to what he’s saying?”
“Ellen…”
“John, I forgave you a long time ago. Just tell me.”
John hung his head, cleared his throat. “Bill was…he wasn’t going to make it down the mountain. He was hurting…it was really bad. He…begged. I couldn’t leave him there like that…and ever step caused him more pain. He asked me to look after you and Jo…and to help him…and I did.”
She nodded. “Kill him for me, John?”
He kissed her forehead, then her lips. “It will be over soon, I promise.”