Sample 4
Tony paced the Halls of the small bunker, thinking about how much of a downgrade it was from the massive MOL bunker he'd been staying in with Dean, Sam, Mary, and Cassidy, Dean's wife, before the Takeover. He was distracting himself with the nonsensical thoughts about size instead of allowing himself to think about what was happening down the hall. He finally sat on the lawn chair they'd managed to swipe on one supply run and put his head in hands. He wasn't a religious man but he found himself praying for his father and brother who were separated from him by too much distance, and for Mary, and Cas and-” He was broke out of his prayer by the harsh clearing of a throat and looked up in to the cold eyes of his best friend.
Dean spat a little blood and lit a cigarette as he began to pace, the pained gait of a caged animal. “Third one today and they aren't talking!” Dean, once a noble man, was now torturing members of the Brigade day in and day out, but not for fun, not for fun by a long shot.
Tony stood and stopped Dean's pacing with a hand on Dean's shoulder. He was about to say some comforting nonsense but...well he had to level with his buddy. “Dean... It's been three years since they took them. Cas and Mary... probably aren't even al-” He was cut off by a hard fist connecting with his lip. He stumbled back but before he could even react, He heard the bunkers heavy iron door come to a close. He cursed and then gingerly touched his busted lip before sitting back down. What else could he do.------ Mary Winchester watched from inside a tiny cell as they chained her daughter in law down, trying everything she could to dislodge the cloth gag in her mouth to yell and scream and anything to not make this easy on them but it was to no avail and she could only cry as she watched for probably the Thousandth night in a row as those men tortured and violated the girl she loved as her own daughter. ---Cassidys was chained tightly onto the rack, a spot that should have been far too familiar to her by then. The Brigade Soldier chaining her down leaned in and sucked a nipple in to his mouth, then let out a laugh and pulled back to look at her. He caressed her cheek with a thumb. “Hello again little pet. I've had a long day...you know what that means right? You're going to have a very long night.” He removed the gag she was wearing because tonight he would savor her screaming.
Dean spat a little blood and lit a cigarette as he began to pace, the pained gait of a caged animal. “Third one today and they aren't talking!” Dean, once a noble man, was now torturing members of the Brigade day in and day out, but not for fun, not for fun by a long shot.
Tony stood and stopped Dean's pacing with a hand on Dean's shoulder. He was about to say some comforting nonsense but...well he had to level with his buddy. “Dean... It's been three years since they took them. Cas and Mary... probably aren't even al-” He was cut off by a hard fist connecting with his lip. He stumbled back but before he could even react, He heard the bunkers heavy iron door come to a close. He cursed and then gingerly touched his busted lip before sitting back down. What else could he do.------ Mary Winchester watched from inside a tiny cell as they chained her daughter in law down, trying everything she could to dislodge the cloth gag in her mouth to yell and scream and anything to not make this easy on them but it was to no avail and she could only cry as she watched for probably the Thousandth night in a row as those men tortured and violated the girl she loved as her own daughter. ---Cassidys was chained tightly onto the rack, a spot that should have been far too familiar to her by then. The Brigade Soldier chaining her down leaned in and sucked a nipple in to his mouth, then let out a laugh and pulled back to look at her. He caressed her cheek with a thumb. “Hello again little pet. I've had a long day...you know what that means right? You're going to have a very long night.” He removed the gag she was wearing because tonight he would savor her screaming.