Sam and Adam walked into a living room set. They grimaced at the sight of the wax dummies. Sam never liked wax museums. The dummies were too life like for him. And from the look on Adam's face, he didn't like them either. They cautiously walked into the room, making sure nothing came at them when their guard was down. Sam looked over and saw a piano. Cautiously, he hit a few keys. When there was no sound, he concluded that this was more of a prop than an actual piano. He was about to tell Adam it was about time to head into the next room when he felt a prick on his finger.
"You ok?" he heard Adam ask.
"Yeah. It was nothing." Sam replied, looking down at his finger. He looked back at his little brother, his vision becoming blurry and his mind getting foggy. The last thing he remembers before blacking out was walking towards Adam.
Adam had been unaware that Sam was walking towards him. He had been preoccupied with looking at some of the dummies. He could have sworn the guy in the top hate looked like someone he knew in high school. He was about to say something to Sam when he felt strong arms wrap around him. He felt pressure on his shoulder and looked to see Sam resting his chin there.
"Uh, Sam, what are you doing?"
"Nothing." he said in a dazed, sing song voice. "Just hugging."
"um. Ok, but can you let go a bit. You're kind of squeezing me a little hard."
Sam squeezed him harder. "I know."
Worried about how his brother was acting, Adam tried to move out of the hug.
"Where are you going?" Sam whined, "I just want to know my baby brother." He hugged Adam tighter and the younger boy squeaked in surprise. He knew Sam was strong, but he never expected Sam to be this strong. It was like the older man was trying to deliberately suffocate him.
"Sam. Seriously. You're hurting me."
Then Sam did something unexpected. He sniffed Adam's hair.
"You smell like Cinnamon."
"Ok, that's it Sam! Let go! Dean! Dean! D-"
Adam gasped, his voice silenced, as Sam reached down and took a hold of his brother's privates. Adam jerked straight, becoming still, with only a soft whimper escaping his throat. Sam squeezed harder and Adam whimpered in pain.
"Shhh. You want to keep those," he squeezed harder, making his brother cry softly, "don't you Adam?"
Adam nodded, unable to speak. It was like the harder Sam squeezed, the more body functions Adam lost. He tried to elbow Sam in the gut, but the man barely budge and put more pressure in his grip, making Adam's arms go numb and limp.
"S-Sam..." Adam managed to plead. Sam sniffed his brother again.
"Don't worry. You can go see Dean....when I'm done."
With that, Sam dragged Adam out of the room.