"I'll be back in a couple of days," John said to 12 year old Dean. "Don't leave Sam alone."
"I won't," Dean promised. His dad didn't have to worry. Ever since that time last year when Sam had almost been killed because of him, he never let Sammy out of his sight when his dad was gone.
John just gave him a curt nod and left. He had hunting to do.
SSS
"Go to bed, Sammy," Dean said.
"But I want to stay up later," Sam whined.
"Don't be a bad boy, Sammy," Dean said, and gave him a look that sent Sam scampering off into the bedroom. He left the door open like he was supposed to. Dean liked to be able to keep an eye on him while he watched TV.
A half an hour later, Dean could hear Sam softly snoring and he got up to get some milk out of the refrigerator. He loved those rare occasions when their dad would pick a hotel with a kitchenette and separate bedroom. As he opened the refrigerator door, he heard the door next to him open. He looked up wondering if his dad was back early.
It was a man he had never seen before. As he opened his mouth to yell to Sammy to run, a cloth was placed over his mouth and he smelled something sickly sweet. Even as he struggled, he felt himself falling asleep. He tried to fight it. He had to protect Sammy, but he couldn't do anything. The man was much larger than him and soon he was out.
Once the man was sure Dean was out cold, he tied him up and gagged him and put him in the closet. He shoved a bureau in front of it and headed for the bedroom.
It always amazed him at how soundly little kids slept. It was good for him, considering the business he was in, but it still amazed him.
He grabbed the clothes that the buyer had insisted on the merchandise wearing when he was brought to him. He leaned over to take the kid's pajamas off. That was when he woke up.
"Who are you?" he asked. "Where's Dean?"
"Your father and brother told me what a bad boy you've been. They told me to come and get you and give you to a man who will punish you. Now finish getting undressed and put this on."
"But that's a dress for a girl," Sam protested.
"I can see your father was right. You are bad. You won't listen." The man pulled out another cloth and spilled some more chloroform on it.
"What's that?" Sam asked.
The man didn't answer him, but just applied to Sam's face. Once he was asleep, he dressed him in the dress and shook his head. This was one of his most sick clients. He almost felt sorry for the kid. But feeling sorry for the kid wouldn't make him any money. This guy was sick, but he paid double his rate. He wrapped the kid up in a blanket and carried him out to his car.
He drove to the agreed upon meeting place.
"Did you get him?"
"Don't I always?" he responded and opened the back door, to show him.
"Here's your money," the other man said pulling out a wad of bills.
"You know what to do with him in a few years when you're done with him, right?"
"Same as always."
The buyer lovingly lifted Sam out of the seller's car and placed him in his own. He wanted to get him home before he woke up. He usually had five or six boys at a time, but he loved them all.
SSS
Dean woke up and found himself tied up. He recognized the inside of their closet. There was hardly anything in it, seeing as how they moved every couple of months.
"Sam," he tried yelling through the gag. He knew it was muffled and if Sam wasn't out there, nobody else would hear him. He hoped his dad came home early for once.
SSS
Sam woke up in a frilly room. There was a man sitting in a chair next to him. This wasn't the same man as before.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm your new Daddy."
"I want my old Daddy," Sam cried. He was scared. He just wanted to go home. He would be good from now on.
The man slapped him across his face. "Who's your Daddy?" he asked.
"You are," Sam answered. He was scared of this man.
"What's your name?" the man asked in a more gentle tone.
"Sam."
"That's a good name. Good for a boy or a girl."
"Do I have to wear this dress?" Sam asked.
He was slapped again. "Yes. Your father sent you to me because you were bad and need to be punished. The first thing you need to learn is to not question everything. Understand?"
Sam nodded.
"OK, now there are certain rules you need to follow. The first one is you are not to speak unless you are spoken to. The second is you are to always do whatever I tell you. Got it?"
Sam nodded again.
"Take off your dress."
Sam smiled. Gladly. "Where are the clothes for me to put on?"
He was slapped again. "What did I just tell you about speaking and not questioning everything and doing what I tell you? You just broke all three rules at once." He slapped Sam again. "Take off your dress."
Sam took it off. The man threw him down on the bed and Sam spent the next half hour pretending he was somewhere else and hoping his dad would let him come home soon.