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Chapter 1

Sam hated this, this wasn't how it was meant to be. He'd gotten a full ride and he was going to graduate college, prove he could be something other than a hunter. But everything had fallen apart and now he was alone and on the streets of Palo Alto with no money and nowhere to stay. He huddled deeper into his jacket and closed his eyes trying to sleep but he was so cold.

"Well you're a pretty thing."

Hazel eyes snapped open at the words, instinct screaming he was in danger. He went to get up, but his back hit the wall as red light slammed into him and his world went black. He never saw the two men who approached him and then with the wave of a wand his body floated up so that his shoulder could be grabbed and then the alley was empty.

Sam woke to liquid being forced down his throat and he choked, trying to get away from it. It was foul, and he didn't want to drink, he tried to spit it out, but more was forced into his mouth and he had no choice but to swallow. His fingers and toes began to tingle and then it spread through his body, leaving him feeling heavy and distant, his vision unfocused.

"You will answer my questions immediately, understood?" A male voice called.

"Yes." It was his voice, but it didn't feel like he was talking.

"What is your name and age?"

"Samuel Winchester, 19."

"Where is your family?"

"Don't know." He couldn't stop speaking, he had no control of his own body and it terrified him.

"Why were you in the alley?"

"Nowhere to go, no money."

"Stand up." The voice commanded, and Sam stood up shakily, heavily lidded eyes staring blankly ahead. "Remove your clothes." Sam wanted to panic, to fight, but his hands moved on their own to pull his jacket off and then his shirts. What were they and how were they controlling him? His underwear hit the floor, leaving him naked and vulnerable. "Not bad, you'll do with a few changes. After all our clientele are very particular." He heard movement and then a blurry figure was in front on him with something in his hand. "Drink." He commanded, holding out a vial and Sam tried his hardest to disobey but his hand reached out to take it, lifting it to his mouth. He swallowed the contents and then crumpled, wanting to scream as his body convulsed on the hard ground. It hurt! Finally, it was over, and the pain slowly faded away. "Stand up." The command came again and once again his body obeyed but there was something different. His vision was clearer, sharp even, but the world was dull, all shades of grey, not a bit of colour. He heard a chuckle and then he was turned to face another wall, a mirror, and he wanted to scream as he saw himself.

The figure staring back was not human, was not Samuel Winchester. It was some sort of creature with black leathery wings extending from its back, nails replaced by claws, his hair shaggy and long enough to lay over his shoulders and his eyes… his pupils were slitted and now white, while what used to be the whites were now black as well as what had been hazel.

The man laughed, obviously knowing Sam was aware. "You will make us a lot of money now Sammy, well once you're trained and tamed. Soon you will serve willingly."

Sam wanted to scream at him, to deny it, but all he could do was stand and stare at the monster he had become. He wanted his brother, Dean would fix this. He heard a door open and then a hand ran over his back between his wings and he felt his body shiver in reaction. No, please no. But there was nothing he could do as he was touched and aroused, his body reacting without his wanting it. He was pushed down on the hard, cold floor and then he wanted to scream as his body was violated.

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His knees hurt. Admitting that pain made it easier to ignore other, more intimate, pain. Why were they doing this to him? He couldn't move, no matter how he tried his body was no longer his to command, it was like he was an observer to events and he no longer knew how long he'd been there. Months? Years? Forever? They called him Sammy when they came to 'train' him, they shouldn't call him that, only…. only one person could…. who? A hand in his hair pulled his head back and his body made a small noise of pleasure when he wanted to scream. A hand moved across his naked skin and he could feel the effects as his body became aroused.

"Good boy Sammy." The voice was never the same, different people coming to use him, to break him. He tried to hold on, praying someone would save him but he knew it was working. Locked up in a dark room, never alone for long before someone else would come for training, it was getting hard to remember life before this place. He had a family, he knew he did….didn't he? But then why hadn't they saved him? He whimpered in need as he was touched, receiving a chuckle in response even as his pliant body was moved to hands and knees, his head hanging, hair falling over his face. He couldn't stop the noises that spilled from him as rough hands grasped his hips and he was pulled back against another body. He wanted….he….family….

Sammy stayed on his knees, staring at the floor even as a hand ran through his hair. He had lost all sense of time, his past fading away until all sense of self was erased. He didn't know it, but as that had happened, he had gradually regained control of his body since there was no need for them to control him when he had no will of his own. He was Sammy, he obeyed and made people feel good.

"Who are you?"

"Sammy," he answered immediately, they liked that. He didn't know it but his voice had changed, slighter deeper yet also softer.

"What are you?"

"Nothing."

"Good boy, I think you're ready now." The words made Sammy feel good, he wanted to please. "Follow me." Sammy stood and obediently followed into a new room, one with a grand bed. At the man's command Sammy obediently lay on the bed and then sighed in pleasure as a collar clicked around his throat, the chain being secured to the wall. "You know why you are here Sammy?"

"To obey and please." He did not make eye contact, staring downward, only people made eye contact. Sammy knew then that he was alone. He lay there, mind drifting as he waited. Eventually someone settled on the bed beside him.

"Look at me."

Sammy obeyed, turning his head to see a man lying naked beside him. A hand gently stroked his back between his wings and Sammy purred in pleasure.

"You're beautiful." Lips pressed against his and Sammy knew this, so he parted his lips, letting the man do as he pleased. "Will you do anything I ask?"

"Yes." Sammy whimpered.

"Good boy." The man smirked, and Sammy let him do as he wished, obeying his every command and he was only the first of many men and women who came to the bed.

Sammy spread himself out in offering as he felt another approaching. It was a man this time, with messy hair and serious eyes. "Hello Sammy." A hand gently stroked his hair and Sammy purred at the touch.

"Hello Master." He responded shyly, nuzzling into the hand.

"You're beautiful." Harry whispered as he stared at the creature sprawled out on the massive bed. It was true, Sammy was utterly stunning but that was too be expected in a place like this. He stroked leathery wings gently and watched him writhe in pleasure, light grey skin flushing darker in arousal. "I want you." He whispered, hands moving to caress the strong, lean body. He gently entered Sammy's mind to ensure he wasn't a trap only to find nothing but the need to please and obey. There were no memories except vague flashes of those who had been in his bed before. Whoever he had been before being brought here was completely gone. There was no way to tell if he had always been part creature or had once been fully human either. Harry claimed his lips, earning a sigh of pleasure even as Sammy submitted to his administrations. "Do you know who I am?"

"Master." Sammy answered, anyone who came was Master till they were gone. He bared his throat and spread his legs further, body on fire.

Harry nipped at his throat before shifting into position, it had been too long since he'd had a partner. When you were the ruler of an ever-growing Empire, it made letting anyone into your bed dangerous. That was why he had come here under a false name and wearing a heavy cloak. His cause was new to America, but they did get news from Europe. He kissed him again, being careful of the baby fangs, even as they moved together, his magic curiously moving around Sammy who made sounds of pleasure, wings spread out beneath him. Harry pulled out and rolled Sammy over, pulling him up to his hands and knees and Sammy let his head and wings hang, panting softly for air even as he whimpered in need. Harry pressed back in and Sammy pressed back against him. Harry encouraged Sammy to move against him, not wanting a totally passive partner. "Let me hear you Sammy." He breathed into the slender neck as he nibbled at it. Sammy obeyed, begging and pleading between whines and gasps. Finally, he cried out in pleasure, going limp and Harry gently lowered him to the bed, rolling him onto his back. Sammy blinked dazedly up at him as Harry stroked his face. "Good boy, such a good boy." He praised. He kissed him again and then went to find the person who ran the establishment, he wanted Sammy for himself.

Sammy woke slowly to find himself still collared but this place was different. He sat up and looked around curiously, feeling no fear. Then the last Master walked in and Sammy lowered his head submissively. "Good morning Sammy. Do you like your new home?"

"Yes Master."

"From now on I am your Master, you belong only to me." Harry tipped his head up and stared into black and white eyes.

"Yes Master." He didn't really understand, not yet, but that was usually the correct answer.

"Good boy." Harry stroked his hair and Sammy leant into his touch, purring. Light began to come into the room through the window and Harry waited, wanting to know if his guess over Sammy's species was correct, all he was missing was a tail after all and he had been kept in an underground room with no natural light.

As the sunlight hit Sammy's cool skin his eyelids drooped sleepily, and he slumped against Harry, a small sound of confusion coming from him as lethargy kicked in. Harry lowered him onto the bed, seeing his eyes become unfocused and glassy. Sammy yawned, flashing fangs, even as the sunlight intensified. He lifted a heavy hand towards his Master and the limb stiffened, skin becoming hard and dark grey, quickly spreading over his body even as heavy eyelids drooped but didn't close and his eyes unfocused, vision fading out. "Ma." Was as far as he got before his entire body turned to stone.

Harry got off the bed, standing over the stone statue. He touched the cold, hard stone, running his hand over it to determine the type, it felt like granite to him. He had taken longer than what records said a Gargoyle should to turn to stone but then if he was only part Gargoyle then perhaps that gave him some very slight resistance, slowing his transformation once hit by sunlight. "Sleep well Sammy, my little gargoyle." He left Sammy there, knowing he was safe as stone. He had work to do after all, taking over a country wasn't easy. He went to clean up in the bathroom and smirked at his reflection, seeing the slight red tint to emerald eyes, signs of Dark Magic overuse. He was succeeding where Tom never had. Britain and France were securely his and America was next.

TBC…