#whump!sam

“Sammy?” He croaks. But Sam doesn’t move. His eyes don’t see. Shock and fear still etched on the expression on his unmoving face. They’re both drenched in blood and Dean is feeling nauseous. He’s in denial. He can’t believe it. “No, Sammy, come on. Look at me. You’re okay. You’re okay,” he says as he pulls his brother closer. “Just wake up. Please, just look at me. Just breathe. You’re okay.” His voice breaks on that last word. He’s mumbling and growing weary with fatigue and shock. He brushes Sam’s hair out of his eyes with his bloody hand, leaving a red streak on Sam’s pale, blood drained face.

Bobby comes back to find Dean holding his brother and rocking, muttering comforting words and desperate pleas to his brother’s corpse as tears roll down his face. Bobby closes Sam’s eyes because Dean can’t bring himself to do it. He knows his brother is gone but he’s not ready to accept it.

The Mark of Cain takes over Dean and Sam gets the worst blow of it. Sam’s damaged to the point where he’s hospitalized. In this scenario, Cas doesn’t have his grace so he can’t heal Sam.

Sam || 2x01 In My Time of Dying

Dean fights the tears in his eyes as he loads Sam’s limp body into the back of the car. John, after killing the thing that hurt Sam, finds a distraught Dean and an unmoving Sam.

“Is he alive?” John asks urgently, throwing his gun into the car and hopping into the driver’s seat. Dean wipes a tear from his face.

“He’s breathing, but just barely. Dad, we gotta hurry!” Dean’s voice is breaking. John starts the car and peels out as fast as he can.

Sam wakes up halfway to the hospital. He’s violently shaking now. Dean holds him tighter, trying to calm him down.

“Dean, keep him awake, keep him talking,” John commands.

“Sammy, look at me. Just keep breathing, okay? I’ve got you,” Dean reassures.

“Dean, am-am I g-gonna die?” Sam asks earnestly between gasping breaths. Dean’s heart drops.

“What? No! Sammy, come on! It’s just a flesh wound,” Dean affirms.

“But, it’s going dark,” Sam replies softly as his eyes flutter. Dean’s throat goes dry and he feels sick.

“Just hold on, Sammy. Hold on. We’re almost at the hospital and they’re gonna fix you right up. You’re gonna be just fine. I promise.” Dean brushes the hair out of Sam’s face and meets his eyes. “Just stay with me, little brother. Please.” Sam coughs up blood and Dean makes eye contact with his Dad in the rear view mirror. “Drive faster, Dad!” Sam’s eyes begin to flutter closed.

“No, Sammy, you gotta stay awake,” Dean lightly taps Sam’s face. Sam doesn’t move. “Sammy? Sam!” Dean is shaking Sam now. “No, no, no, Sammy, come on! Just hold on, Sammy! Please!” Sam’s breath now only comes in uneven rasps. Tears are streaming down Dean’s face.

They finally pull into the parking lot of the ER. Dean carries Sam as John runs ahead to get someone to help. Soon, Sam is placed onto a gurney and rushed into the ICU and then into surgery. Dean and John wait silently in the waiting room for hours. Dean stares at Sam’s blood all over his hands and clothes as he contemplates the possibility of Sam’s death. The very thought removes all the air from Dean’s lungs and makes his chest ache. Dean can tell John is thinking about it too. John looks white as a sheet, paralyzed with fear. When the surgeon finally comes out to speak with them, John and Dean hold their breath as they listen to what the doctor has to say.

There’s a ton of medical jargon that Dean and John do not understand but the long and short of it is, Sam’s stable. He’s lucky to be alive and not out of the woods yet, but so long as he doesn’t get an infection, and gets enough bed rest, he should make a full recovery. Dean finally lets out a breath he’s been holding too long.

I mean, Cuthbert said he was going to make Sam suffer unimaginably so what exactly does that entail?

Maybe he severs Sam’s Achilles tendons.

Maybe he carves Sam’s eye out of its socket and feeds it to Dean.

Perhaps he breaks Sam’s wrists and ankles with a sledgehammer.

God forbid he slices off Sam’s nipples.

I sure hope he doesn’t strangle Sam to the point of turning blue on the edge of passing out before releasing him, allowing him to catch his breath just to start the whole thing over again.

All the while Dean has a front row seat to it all where he remains untouched but he’s writhing as if he’s the one being tortured. Listening to Sam’s screams of agony. Seeing him covered in blood, hanging on by a thread. Dean can’t take it. He closes his eyes. He looks away. But he can’t help but hear the gurgling in the back of Sam’s throat as he chokes on his own blood.

Dean tries to scream at Magnus to stop but his voice is hoarse from doing so for the past 18 hours. Sam’s voice is long gone. All he can do is whimper and groan. Dean promises he’ll do whatever Magnus wants if he just lets Sam go but Sam is making such pretty noises that Cuthbert can’t help himself. He keeps going.

Sam’s breathing is raspy after Cuthbert wailed on him with a metal baseball bat. He hit him in the ribs (breaking several), balls, jaw and kneecaps. Sam’s jaw was definitely broken and it sounded like he had a punctured lung based on his gasps and breathing. He’s passed out from the pain and Dean would assume he’s dead if it weren’t for his terrifying, wet, and uneven gasps for air.

And Magnus leaves them like that while he goes to take a rest. Sam’s now on the floor completely unrestrained because it’s not like Sam can go anywhere.

After trying so hard not to watch Sam’s torture, suddenly, Dean can’t look away as he watches his little brother struggle for air on the floor. He’s begging Sam to hang on, keep breathing, wake up, but Sam doesn’t stir. Sam doesn’t hear Dean’s apologies cuz he feels like he’s underwater. Sam doesn’t have much fight left and he lets go. Stops trying so damn hard to breathe and just embraces the darkness.

Dean watches Sam’s chest rise and fall and rise and fall and then stop. Dean is screaming and pulling harder than ever at his restraints but it’s too late. Sam is gone.

When Magnus returns, Dean has tears running down his face.

“You said you weren’t gonna kill him!” Dean spits bitterly. Magnus looks down at Sam’s body and makes a “tsk” noise.

“Shame. Don’t blame me, Dean. I didn’t kill him. It’s the punctured lung that did it. Or the shock. Hard to say. But you’re quite right. Our fun can’t end here.” Dean watches horrified as Magnus assembles ingredients for a spell. He blows a handful of hand mixed powder into Sam’s face and says words in a language Dean can’t quite place. All of a sudden, Sam inhales a gasping breath followed by a horrid, bloody coughing fit. Once Sam stops coughing, he’s groaning in agony once more.

“What the hell did you do?” Dean asks, horrified as Sam writhes in pain.

“Well, I couldn’t have Sam tapping out early, now, could I? It’s a fairly simple spell with some not so simple ingredients but it does the trick. Learned that one from a necromancer. What I like about this spell is that, not only does it bring Sam back, it locks him in his body as-is. I couldn’t kill him if I tried. Well, not without removing his head and burning every piece of him. Now, the downside is that his wounds will not heal. He still feels every bit of pain. And since he’s died, he’ll now start to decompose, all while his brain remains very much alive and aware. It’s remarkable, isn’t it? I’ve just given your brother immortality, Dean. How does that feel?”

Dean stares at Magnus in horror, processing what he just said. He looks to Sam who is still delirious with pain, clearly not following the conversation.

“You son of a bitch,” Dean says weakly. Dean feels deflated, defeated. He never imagined his brother being forced to suffer this fate far worse than death. Guilt clutches him in his throat and he can’t breathe. Cuthbert smiles and turns back towards Sam.

“Now, where were we?” He grins at Sam while brandishing a scalpel.

Dean watches horrified as the torture continues and eventually Sam realizes something is very wrong with him.

“Dean? Why can’t I die? I-I should be dead. Why-why am I not dead? What did you do this time?” Sam pleads desperately and Dean doesn’t know how to tell him what’s wrong. He feels guilty as hell for all the decisions he made that brought them to this point.