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A scream rockets through the room as the chains yank Dean off the mattress. He tries to grip the heavy links, hoping to take some pressure from his shattered arm, but his fingers slide right off the burnished metal.
Dean’s face is pale, breathing in agonized gasps as Sam lowers him until he’s kneeling on the bed. Bones grind together as Dean’s weight settles and he’d be unconscious right now if Sam would allow it.
Having fun yet? Sam exhales the words into his brother’s ear.
Dean jerks in his restraints; stills with a pained moan.
I know I am.