Hard Choices

Summary: Dean's choice to sever ties with Benny takes a bad twist. Sam's kidnapped & hurt leaving them to handle the aftermath. More complicated when something Dean's been hiding from his brother for years is revealed & he must choose to help Sam heal without facing it even when it comes to light that Sam has his own secret. *Hurt/limp/angsty!Sam & Worried/concerned/angry/upset!Dean with evil!Benny* Set between 08x17 Goodbye Stranger & 08x18 Freaks & Geeks. (See note & warning for more)

Characters/Pairings: Dean/Sam (eventually)

Warnings:Read this: I'm warning for language and violence of course but I'm also warning for first a non-graphic non-con & then a slightly more graphic non-con scene(it's short but there). This will also eventually move into Wincest first time so it will have some explicit stuff for that in the second chapter so this one will carry an M rating.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the twisted imagination that came up with the plot.

A/N: This is a first in many ways since I began writing this style of story for the Winchesters. This is my first chapter fic like this (only two chapters). It's also the first time I'm pushing the envelope so to speak with the dark subject in the first chapter and also my first attempt at conveying a first time between them so be kind and I hope those that read it do like it.

Chapter One

"Okay. It is official. From now on, unless you're coughing up a lung you are going to get that fancy coffee when we're on the road because I am not standing in another damn line for nearly an hour and forty five minutes for some frothy…Sam?"

Juggling bags of takeout breakfast, his coffee and the aforementioned dreaded frothy coffee concoction he only went out to buy for his brother when either trying to make up for something or Sam was sick, Dean Winchester stopped in mid-step between dropping the stuff on the little table in the motel room and kicking the door closed when he instantly realized something was off.

Raised a hunter, Dean's senses could tell when something seemed just a little off in a room because knowing his surroundings had saved not only his life but also the life of his younger brother more times than he cared to think about and right then the motel room felt…different.

The first thing he noticed was that Sam, his overgrown Sasquatch of a baby brother, was not in the bed where he'd left him two hours earlier to go get breakfast and coffee.

Sam was not doing well since he started the trials to close the gates of Hell and since he finally started admitting that to his brother, Dean's hyper look after Sammy senses were on overdrive.

A quick look at the door showed that it appeared fine except it had been unlocked and the hunter clearly recalled locking it as he went out the door so that was one strike.

"Sam?" he called again, dropping his jacket on his bed while also pulled his weapon and gazing as Sam's bed to frown more.

A restless sleeper when not feeling well or hurt, Dean expected to see the blankets messed up and the sheets wrinkled but now as he looked closer he realized the main blanket appeared to be missing all together and…

"What the hell…" using the barrel of his Colt to move the nearly pulled off sheet aside and felt his stomach clench at the sight of blood on the mattress. "Sammy!"

Dean jerked open the bathroom door expecting if his brother had gotten worse that he might be in there but it was empty. A million thoughts were beginning to float in his head as he went back to the beds.

His bed, the one closest to the door, didn't appear touched but Dean's hyper senses picked out that it had appeared to have been fixed as if something or someone had been on it.

Sitting down on it, his sharp green eyes dropped to the floor a second before he hit his knees to reach under Sam's bed to pull out the jeans and t-shirt his brother had been wearing when he left.

The building concern was not ratcheting up because finding Sam's clothes was one thing but as he ran the t-shirt through his fingers to discover that it looked as if it had been literally ripped from his brother. Then with a sinking feeling he looked at the jeans to see that they too were torn and he felt the stickiness.

Dean moved his gaze back to the bed before realizing if this was Sam's blood then it hadn't come from coughing or a casual nosebleed. This was something else.

Taking a better look at the bed as something in the back of his head was ringing like an alarm going off. He felt the headboard and gritted his teeth when it moved easily and a quick shove to the mattress showed that the damn thing was broke as if someone with a lot of strength of pulled it or…he wasn't liking how it was shaping up since clearly someone had taken Sam from the room and…since Sam's duffel was untouched and he was holding his clothes…

"Shit, what the hell?" he growled to the empty room, not understanding this since Sam would not have let anyone in this room that they didn't know but now that he was looking Dean could see the obvious signs that a struggle too place.

Torn between concern for his brother and anger that someone had picked right now to pull this crap, Dean was reaching for his jacket just as his phone rang.

Hearing that it was Sam's ringtone he grabbed it from his pocket. "Sammy? Where the hell are you and what in the hell's gonna on and…" he demanded all in one rush of breath; a breath that began to get to more as the low whiskey coated in honey chuckle was heard.

"You better slow down and take a breath, brother. It wouldn't do anyone any good if you give yourself a stroke yet."

"Benny?" the cold feeling in his gut was now turning to pure ice as Dean was stalking the room like a caged tiger, anger building. "What the hell's going on?" he demanded shortly, looking around the room when something by the door caught his eye. "Where's Sam and…"

"Oh, he's with me," Benny's voice seemed a little off, not the fully smooth and laid back Cajun tone that it normally had. It sounded distracted, rougher. "I dropped by to pay you a visit and since you weren't there…I thought I'd…play with your little brother," he chuckled again before adding. "Though you weren't really honest with me when you called him 'little' cause this boy's not so little."

That pulled Dean up short because the tone was coming back to him and his eyes shot back to the blood on the bed, the clothes and he felt all the blood draining out of his body as he collapsed on the bed. "Benny…don't do this to him," he whispered, it all clicking home as he heard something else that had him shooting to his feet. "Sam! Damn it, Benny! This about me telling you I couldn't help you anymore or…"

"Hmmm, it started out that way but this…mmmh…this is more cause I wanted to see what you were missing, brother," the vampire was clearly distracted as he held the phone with one hand but kept his other pressed down hard to control the body trying to writhe under him. "He know how much you've been wanting him, Dean?"

"Shut your goddamn mouth and get the hell away from my brother!" Dean snapped, stomach flipping as it hit him what was happening and knowing he needed to stop it. "Let Sam go, Benny. You don't need to…damn it, this is between us. It doesn't…" he closed his eyes at the sounds of pain, muffled screaming that the hunter had no doubts the reason for and finally flesh on flesh. "Benny!"

"You talked a lot down there, brother. Especially at night when you talked about your boy here and I couldn't figure out why you wouldn't have had him by now," Benny didn't bother to try to stop the low groan as his body reacted to the tight heat that he was shoving into with no care of the pain or damage being done to his unwilling victim. "From the first ten seconds of getting him under me back at your motel, tying him to the bed and just diving right on in to hear him scream and smelling him bleed…damn, I still don't get it."

Dean was seeing white as he tried to shove down his rage and nausea as it became painfully clear that the vampire had called not to reveal where he'd taken Sam but to allow Dean to listen while he raped his brother.

He could tell by the muffled grunts, cries of pain and just plain muffled words that Sam was hurt and despite being strong and usually unwilling to beg for anything Dean could also tell his brother would beg to stop this.

Dean knew what Benny was capable of really and recalled begging himself more than once the few times he'd let his attention and guard down and the damn vampire had done this to him.

Benny was laid back and kind but there were moments when he fed or he got like this that the more vicious side of his nature surfaced and things could get bad but even at his worst he'd never thought his friend could do this and especially not to Sam.

"Damn it, Benny! Stop!" he couldn't take the sounds that in his mind he knew what was happening and the urge to kill was breaking the surface. "I told you once that we didn't have an issue unless you crossed the line to killing or if you touched my brother. Now we have an issue," Dean growled, wondering if the damn bastard was even listening as he kept up a steady stream of filthy talk that the hunter couldn't tell if it was aimed at him or his brother. "Where are you?"

"Old factory outside of town," Benny replied swiftly, voice tight as he leaned down to bite not so gently on the curve of Sam's neck while holding the phone down so the hunter could see and probably know who he was talking to. "Wanted someplace quiet since I figured this would get loud. He likes to scream, Dean," he laughed at the tears in the glassy hazel eyes but grabbed a handful of long hair to keep Sam still as he leaned in close. "Not sure if he screamed more when I took him dry or when I made him come by describing the first time I took you."

"You touch him anymore until I get there and I will rip your goddamn heart out of your chest," Dean's voice had dropped to the tone that no one outside of Purgatory, not even Sam during their worst moments, had ever heard from him. "Of course I plan to rip you inside out anyway for touching him to begin with."

Benny laughed, amused at the threat since only Sam was aware of the tiny thing his big brother did not yet and the boy couldn't speak as he tried through the hard rubber gag hooked in his mouth as a tongue licked away the salty tears on his face. "You might wanna rethink that plan unless you care to watch me split your boy in two on my cock," he twisted his hand in Sam's hair while giving his hips another shove just to hear the boy moan in pain. "That get you hard, Dean? That what it'll take to have you takin' what you've been wantin'?"

"He's my brother," Dean gritted, fists clenching and wanting to slam one into the face of the vampire that he owed his return from Purgatory to at that damn mocking laugh.

"And you told me yourself that you've been hot for him since he turned seventeen," Benny smirked, feeling Sam jerk under him but he wasn't done playing yet with either Winchester. "Want me to tell you what I dragged outta him about his hero?"

Closing his eyes against the burning that was threatening, Dean had to fight to control his breathing. He'd fought since returning to shield Sam from the vampire because Benny had been making little comments, thinly veiled threats, which had also been one of the reasons Dean had finally chosen to cut the ties with Benny.

The stress between him and Sam were one problem but it was one that Dean accepted responsibility for and would deal with but this just increased his problems because except for one awkward moment when Dean was drunk one summer night the year Sam was seventeen neither of them had ever broached the topic of what could have moved on to something more if he hadn't sobered up and realized he'd been about to suck his little brother off.

Since that night Dean had struggled with the urges and desires but had never mentioned it again and after Sam went off to college and then with everything else that had happened in the past eight years he'd tried not to consider it but it wasn't easy since there was no way to miss the way his once skinny and scrawny little brother had filled out.

"Let me talk to him," he gritted, focusing on grabbing what he could to throw it in the Impala because he knew once he had Sam back and he was getting Sam back, that he was heading back to their new home and not leaving until he managed to get his brother over this one. "Benny…put Sam on the phone."

Glancing down, the vampire met shock blown eyes over the gag while shaking his head as if the older Winchester could see him. "He can't talk right now, brother. I'm afraid his mouth if kinda…full right now," he smiled at the snarl that got while letting his friend assume what he would from it but he knew the game he had to play. "Though for what you want I think he can still do that."

Benny didn't move except to lean more over Sam's bleeding shoulder to hold the phone in front of his bruised face. "I know you're busy with that hot mouth but how about making a sound so big brother knows you're alive and I'm not just fuckin' a corpse?" he twisted a handful of hair when Sam tried to turn his face away. "A scream or moan'll work too."

Sam didn't want to do anything the damn vampire said but the hard yank of his hair incited an unwanted cry of pain that was still nothing compared to the pain he was in from Benny's constant assaults.

Even in shock and in pain he could still hear the voice of his brother on the phone and that brought on a mixture of emotions. On the one hand he wanted Dean to come but on the other he knew what his brother would be walking into and didn't want to be the one used to lure Dean in and then there was a totally different emotion that was buried deep behind walls of nausea and shame now.

"Sammy, if you can hear me…I'm coming," Dean sounded strained but Sam couldn't tell if it was because he was angry, scared or something else but he struggled to at least offer a warning.

The shout was muffled and cut off as a fist ripped his head back and teeth cut into the soft flesh between his neck and shoulder causing a scream this time as the phone was pulled back but not before he heard his brother shout for him.

"You make sure to find your way here, Dean," Benny licked his lips as he raised his head while smiling down. "I'll just be entertaining myself with your boy," he disconnected the phone before crushing it in his hand to prevent the GPS from being tracked and left the cursing hunter furious and scared at the same time.

As soon as the phone cut off, the sound of his little brother's choked voice still in his ears, Dean was tossing the rest of their stuff into the car and burning rubber in his haste to get moving.

Knowing what Benny was capable of was one issue to him. It was the not knowing what the thing wearing Benny's skin was capable of that worried him more.

The risk of walking into a trap with the odds stacked against him didn't occur to the hunter since his rage was now in full control and if may take everything he had but if Benny thought he'd fought dirty while trying to survive Purgatory than the bastard hadn't seen anything yet.

"Hang on, Sammy," he whispered to himself.

Once the phone was crushed to prevent tracking, Benny smiled down at his still weakly struggling captive. "We wouldn't wanna make it too easy on him now do we?" he chuckled, seeing a thin line of blood running from under the gag and guessing the boy had bit his tongue sometime. "You try to warn him, Sam?" he asked, wiping the blood with the tip of a finger before sucking it off while smirking. "I'll have to punish you for that since it's supposed to be a surprise what Dean finds when he gets here

"Y'see, Dean made a mistake when he said his helping me days were over cause I wasn't so ready to hear that. You're brother comes in handy for a lotta things," the vampire slid out while enjoying the pain even that action caused the human. "He's good for keeping me supplied with blood bags or for feedin' or…if I wanted to, he's good at fuckin'…but you don't know that side of him yet, do you?"

Benny laughed at the way Sam seemed to blush as he moved around the hastily set up but sturdy bed frame attached to the floor of the warehouse. "You will I'm sure cause I'll either make him take you like he's been wantin' to since you were a kid or…I'll force him to watch as my 'friend' shoves his cock in your ass and he can listen to you scream for him as you come on his cock since by then my 'shifter buddy will be wearin' his skin again.

"You liked that earlier didn't you, Sammy?" he dropped his voice until it was low and throaty as he physically moved the younger Winchester up onto his knees to adjust the heavy ropes on his legs that tied him to either post at the bottom to spread his legs before taking the leather strap that was attached to the frame and placed it over Sam's lower legs to pin them to the bed.

"You liked it back at the motel before you realized it wasn't your brother? You liked having him touch you, kiss you…hell, I bet even after you realized it you still enjoyed having your 'big brother' rip your shirt and jeans off while tying you to the bed and making you suck him off while I split you open the first few times," the vampire heard the moan as the hunter tried to shift away from the touch only to jerk as the collar on his neck shocked him.

"Dean got any clue how hot you are for him?" Benny laughed as the look of hate that was shot at him as he finished rearranging Sam the way he wanted him while looking at the man sitting in a chair across from the bed. "He can't suck since I ain't takin' the gag outta him but you can play wit' him while I have another go before his brother gets here."

Even in pain and in shock, Sam tensed when he heard Benny speak and he struggled to push his mind to another level as the low chuckle because the damn shapeshifter sounded and looked exactly like his brother and it made him sick what he'd allowed to happen at the motel and what he feared would happen here.

"Little Sammy still wants his big brother to jerk him off?" the 'shifter Dean sat on the bed while Benny knelt back between his pinned legs to go back to shoving his fingers, two or three at a time, back into Sam's red swollen hole while blood and come slid down his already sticky and abused thighs. "I know what you really want though."

Sam tried to fight, no matter how bad he hurt or wanted to curl up in shame, he still fought the invasion of his body but like before he could only scream through the gag as Benny's thick cock shoved into his swollen hole, not giving it any kind of prep except for whatever slick was still left inside but the assaults had been so violent and vicious that even if Sam wanted to relax he couldn't have.

The vampire was one humiliation but it was the damn 'shifter that he tried to fight the most because it hurt Sam to see his brother's green eyes watching him or feeling hands on his body that felt so much like Dean's even though his mind knew it wasn't.

"You keep those eyes open," Benny growled, taking a handful of hair to pull Sam back as far as the ropes binding his wrists and the straps over his thighs would allow wrapped an arm tight around his chest so his fingers could twist already sore nipples. "You watch your 'brother' there," he leaned in close to lick the drying blood from the boy's neck while thrusting his hips forward to force a cry out. "Now, you wanna moan for him," he chided.

"No, he wants his big brother's cock deep up inside him," the 'shifter Dean's lips curled back in a smile that was more cruel than anything else, letting his fingers moved back through Sam's hair like his brother did so often that it made the tears come more freely. "You've probably been wanting that even longer than Dean's been wanting you, haven't you?"

As Benny's hips thrust into Sam's ass more to cause pain than to get any pleasure for himself, the shapeshifter watched before leaning in to place soft kisses along Sam's jaw and lightly tsking in displeasure when he tried to pull away from it and hit the remote he held to make the collar shock their prisoner.

"I know what you want," he murmured, making sure Sam's glassy eyes were watching as he spit into his hand a couple times before reaching down and under to grasp the soft length of Sam's cock solidly in his calloused palm while licking the shell of the boy's ear and hearing the whimper that was his only way to sound his dislike of this. "Benny's taking you dry again…though I'm sure you're still pretty wet from him comin' in your ass earlier but I can make you feel so good, baby."

Sam tried to fight but couldn't as his back was arched to such a way that Benny could lean back and he cried out as the new position forced the swelled cock in his ass even deeper but it also allowed the 'shifter wearing Dean's face to kneel in front of him more.

"How long have you wanted to feel Dean like this, Sam?" Benny's lips were close to his ear again, teeth and not fangs biting. "I know he'd sure wanted you for a while. But he'd bust if he knew it was mutual, huh? You wanna show him when he gets here how easy this here 'Dean' can get you to scream for him or come with his voice in your ear and his hand on you?"

The bed jerked as Sam struggled in the rope on his hands but couldn't break or move them just like he shouldn't move his legs enough to buck the vampire off as he groaned as the cock shoved again but this time Benny made sure to hit his prostate and he had to fight his damn body's response.

He didn't want this. He didn't want the vampire to rape him or this shapeshifter to touch him but his body had been under constant abuse for hours and now he felt himself growing hard like he had in the motel before it dawned on him that his most private dream to maybe allow his brother to return the feelings that Sam had felt for most of his life was not happening.

"See, I told you I could make you feel good," the 'shifter continued to move his hand along the slowly hardening shaft while sticking one finger in his mouth for a moment before sliding it back behind Sam's balls to touch the crack in his bloodied ass before squeezing into the abused hole with Benny's cock. "Yeah, you like that, baby?" he pressed his mouth over the gag while the vampire laughed at the hunter's attempt to jerk away.

"You wanna come, Sam. You've been dreaming for years of your brother jerking you off until you came while he slid a finger up to…there we are," 'shifter Dean laughed as he moved his finger alongside Benny's cock until he found the spot that he knew would have the most effect even as his hand began jerking harder as it slid from base to tip and once Benny bit into Sam's neck again as he came he forced the helpless young man to come just by twisting his wrist on his cock and pressing the tip of a calloused finger against his prostate. "I can't wait to do that to you in front of your big brother," he murmured, licking at the tears that coated Sam's cheeks again as he suddenly fell forward.

Benny stood up to clean up a little before zipping back up while rubbing his hand along the crease that once again ran with a mixture of blood and his own come while going to jerk Sam's head up. "Big brother's gotta be close and I don't want to ruin my surprise so we need to put you someplace nice and dark until I get a handle on him."

Sam twisted his head, barely conscious now as the shock to his body began to sink in but the mention of Dean, his Dean, had him struggling in the ropes again until a fist to the jaw brought on the blackness again but not before his heart sank as he heard the vampire's words to the shapeshifter.

"You know what to do. Change skins and be ready. He'll drop his guard to help his brother and I want him alive to see what else I plan."

The old factory hadn't been abandoned old but it was old enough to give Dean the creeps as he pulled the Impala up close to the door in case he needed to grab Sam and get out fast.

Taking what he needed from the trunk, Dean smirked when the door was unlocked and knew he was walking into the most predictable trap any hunter has ever seen but he wasn't letting his guard down that easily as he stepped into the first room.

The air was musty smelling but he'd been a hunter far too long to not pick up on the little things, running his hand over what he had just under his jacket while keeping what was clenched in his fingers tight while shining a flashlight around.

Further into the rusted out building he went until Dean first began to hear the sounds. Moans of pain, small cries and his name being called caught his attention and his heart.

Dean quickened his pace until he found another unlocked door that led to a small room off of a bigger one that must have been used to house small equipment but right then it housed something far more important as he shined his light and instantly let out a string of curses.

"Sammy!" a quick look to see if he was about to get jumped, Dean didn't like that Benny wasn't anywhere around which heightened his sense of alarm but needed to focus on Sam's body as it hung a foot off the ground.

His brother's naked body showed bruises and blood as Dean moved to carefully tip his drooping head back so he could take a better look. "Sam? Hey, little brother?" he kept his voice low as another moan came and slowly he felt Sam move a little, jerking a little in the ropes holding him to the hook in the ceiling. "Hey, it's okay, it's just me."

"…Dean?" Sam sounded slurred but since he expected his brother to be in shock that didn't alarm him. "You…where's…"

"Don't know and frankly Sammy I don't give a damn," Dean replied, lips thinning but he focused on the ropes holding Sam's wrists. "Hang on while I cut you loose."

Sam was quiet except for the ragged breathing and Dean flicked the pocket knife open to reach above him to saw at the ropes while taking the time to better examined what he could see of his brother. "How bad he hurt you?" he asked tightly, still hearing what he knew was an assault.

"… …Usual," Sam was quiet, turning his face away to avoid his brother's eyes, groaning as his arms pulled in the ropes but missing the way the green eyes that were looking up seemed to flash in a way that most would recognize as trouble. "Can we…can we just get outta here before he…comes back?"

"That's the plan," Dean nodded, feeling the rope let loose and quickly wrapping an arm around Sam's bare chest to support him while seemingly not paying attention that his brother was naked. "Except before we get going there's one thing you have to tell me."

Sam leaned into his brother in case his legs gave out but gasped as a sharp pain sliced down his side, making him yelp and pull away to see the knife in Dean's hand pressed against his skin. "D…Dean?" he frowned, looking up to the hard and ice cold expression on Dean's rugged face only a second before he was slammed back against the wall. "Dean?"

"Where the hell is my brother, asshole?" Dean's tone had dropped into lethal fury, seeing the momentary flash of confusion in hazel eyes but ignored it in favor of what his own senses were telling him. "Oh and before we're through…I will be pulling this skin off of you and…" he paused as his eyes moved just slightly to slam his elbow hard into 'Sam's' throat to take him off guard long enough him to avoid the 'shifter's attempt at a lunge to pull the gun and fire a single silver bullet into the thing's face.

"That's for wearing my brother's face and for whatever the hell you did to him," he growled, giving a swift kick to the now dead shapeshifter's gut before turning on the balls of his feet to avoid the fist that would've probably knocked him out if it had connected. "Hey, Benny."

Dean's rage was there, more so since he realized what the game plan must have been and his hatred for shapeshifters just increased tenfold.

"Hey, brother," Benny frowned as he turned to face a now fully enraged Dean Winchester, a little surprise showing at how this was going. "Thought you'd buy that. What gave it away?"

"Don't call me that ever again," Dean growled, voice and tone hard and lethal as he slid the gun away since he knew it'd be useless in this fight. "You had no right using it to begin with but I allowed it for the same damn reason I allowed everything else…Sam."

Knowing how fast the vampire could be, Dean worked his way back closer to the door. "You thought I'd really believe that thing was my brother?" he couldn't help the snort of laughter that brought. "Do I look that stupid to you, Benny? That's how you got close to Sam wasn't it?" he asked, seeing it in his head.

He knew Sam hadn't been feeling well that morning so it would've been easy for a 'shifter to get close if it had taken Dean's form. That would also have explained why the motel room hadn't been ripped apart in a huge fight.

Sam must have thought it was him up to some point and that was when things went bad for his brother.

"Boy was half asleep and opened the door cause he thought you forgot your key," Benny shrugged, circling the hunter like he'd done when they'd first met in Purgatory only this time there was no doubt that a fight would happen. "It only took him a few minutes to figure it out but…by then my now dead friend there already had him so hot and bothered for your touch that it didn't take much to take him down."

A sour taste filled Dean's mouth as he slowly realized this was a lot worse than he'd believed. Knowing and hearing Benny rape Sam had been one blow but to learn that some goddamn shapeshifter had touched his little brother, had made Sam think it was him and that Sam had…

Dean had to push that back for the moment until he could process it. Right then he wanted blood and he wanted Sam but he knew getting past Benny wouldn't be easy.

"How'd you know it wasn't Sammy?" Benny pressed, stepping in closer only to chuckle as Dean was always a few steps ahead of him.

"First, you call him that one more damn time and I rip your tongue outta your mouth before I kill you," Dean warned, refusing to let that be spoiled by this event. He would not let Benny take that one small thing away from them since Sam still only allowed Dean to use that nickname.

"As for how I knew it wasn't Sam? Please. I know you, Benny. I know how you are when you're raping someone because I still have a few of the scars," he glanced at the body on the floor to back at the vampire. "I heard you on the phone…I heard Sam and that asshole on the floor didn't have anywhere close to the amount of bruising or wounds showing to have had done to him what I figure you've done to my brother and…" he paused to duck the move he knew would be coming.

Being in Purgatory together might've given Benny a good view into Dean's life and habits but it also worked vice versa as well because Dean could almost tell what move the vampire would make. It allowed him to avoid and it also allowed him to react.

Waiting for the time when Benny would lunge to catch him around the waist to twist and try to pin Dean down, like he'd done one time only down in Purgatory, the hunter's hand had slid back under his jacket to the waistband of his jeans.

"This bastard could take on Sam's form, his voice, and even managed to have some time to scrawl a real bad imitation of the anti-possession tattoo but he missed something vital too," Dean grabbed the arm that moved toward him to shift at the last moment to jerk it hard behind Benny so he'd be the one twisted and pinned just long to pull the two hypos out to jab them into the vampires arm.

"When Sam's sick, hurt, scared, in shock or anything that would put him off his game even the slightest he drops his letters and he will almost always drop at least one in my name or totally shorten it," he leaned in close to use his full weight to pin the struggling vampire against a table used for tools while the dead man's blood took effect. "Your fake there didn't do that and that's how I knew it was a goddamn ringer. Now, before you die, where is my brother?"

Benny had to give the hunter credit. He'd underestimated Dean because he thought the man would come in rashly and not thinking and he should've known better. "Hah," he gasped, twisting to look back into the searing green eyes. "Guess you still win. You'll find…him but…I don' think he'll be lookin' at you the same way as he did after what we did," he coughed, feeling the dead blood finishing him slowly and having to get in one last jab. "Y'know, even if you wouldn't have told me it was over…I still would've went after Sam cause he's yours and damn…the boy is so hot for it that…"

That did it for Dean and his hand was on the hilt of the sharp machete he carried everywhere with him since returning from Purgatory before he really even knew it.

"Last mistake," he murmured, stepping back and swinging to take the head off cleaning, avoiding the splatter of blood while staring down at the eyes that seemed to be watching him. "Doing it me down there was one thing but touching my little brother now, using a damn 'shifter…rot in Purgatory again, Benny and if you ever make it back out…I'll send you back. You do not touch is what mine, 'brother'."

Dean knew he'd have to burn this place or at least the bodies to both destroy the evidence and also to hopefully avoid any unwanted returns but that was for later. Now he had something much more important to do.

"Sammy!"

The factory caused his voice to echo through the halls but the further he went into it yelling for his brother the harder it got to breathe because Dean couldn't hear a damn thing in reply and he was in the process of vowing to rekill the bastard if Benny had caused him to lose his brother again.

"Sammy!" he shouted again, shining his light around and was just about to take a step when he stopped dead; not breathing or moving so he could listen to be sure before moving the beam of the light to see a door with a brand new padlock. "Hang on, Sam!"

Dean knew he could pick the lock but didn't want to waste the time. His little brother had always been the better one out of the two of them when it came to picking locks even though it took a lot to make Dean admit that openly.

Stepping back to pull the Colt out again, he shot the lock off and had the door open a second later with a harsh curse on the tip of his tongue against the odor coming out of the room but the second his hand hit a switch to actually turn on a single bulb in the room every word dried up except for one… "Sam."

Shoving the weapon but under his jacket, Dean made it from the door to the bed in three steps but hesitated in his next move because he was caught between fury and sickness at what he saw.

His brother was still tied on his stomach and spread out on the filthy bed. From what Dean could see from this angle Sam was covered in bruises, blood, drying come and naked all but for a black hood covering his head.

Little tremors seemed to be going through the younger man and as the bed dipped when Dean sat on the very edge to touch him but nearly pulled back as the muffled whimper reached his ears.

"Easy, Sammy," he soothed, dropping his voice to the calm quiet one he hardly ever used these days unless it was on his brother. "It's me and I'm gonna get this off."

The hood came off easily and that was when Dean realized why his brother was shuddering as if in fear. Sam didn't know who was with him because he couldn't see or hear as the hood blinded him and someone wanted him deaf so they'd put sound dampening earplugs in.

Dean swallowed hard at what he was seeing but he carefully removed those while placing a hand on the side of Sam's face, feeling the tears and mild fever under his shaking fingers. "Sam?"

Sam jerked at the sudden voice and tried to pull away from the hand touching him until it moved to lift his face up and he tried to blink at the light until his brother's green eyes came into view.

Glassy hazel eyes widened in confusion since he'd been fooled before by the 'shifter and the things last words came back dully and he began to weakly struggle as if to escape further pain.

"No, hey…dude…it's me," Dean saw what was happening and quickly understood his brother wouldn't know if it was him or that 'shifter again and he needed to take a deep breath to calm down and avoid scaring the crap out of Sam more than he was. "Benny and that douchebag shapeshifting bastard are dead, Sammy. Sammy, stop!"

The sudden sharp tone as Dean tried to keep Sam from hurting himself more in the ropes seemed to get through to Sam as he stopped moving to look up at his brother with eyes too huge and filled with fear, pain and uncertainty.

Now struggling to breathe as the gag in his mouth and the collar on his neck forced him to breathe through his nose, Sam stared up to watch as the hand left his face to pull a switchblade back out and he tensed only until he paid attention to the words being spoken.

"I'm going to cut you loose but I want you watch me now," Dean made certain he had his little brother's slight attention since he recognized shock when he saw it but knew what he needed to do to relieve some of Sam's fears. "I'm not a 'shifter, Sammy."

The silver blade sliced down his arm enough to draw blood without any other pain. It would assure Sam of who he was seeing and the hunter knew the moment that realization came to Sam because he watched his battered body go limp.

"Sshh, I've got you now, Sammy," he soothed, reaching to find the buckle of the damn gag at the back of Sam's head to unhook it and hurling it across the room. "Don't try to talk until I get some water in you."

The next thing to go was the collar which also got hurled but with a harsh oath as it shocked Dean while he was removing it and he looked closer at his brother's throat to see the slight burn lines from everytime it shocked him.

Sam was too exhausted to move now that he fully understood he was safe, that his brother had found him but the concern for Dean was still huge in him. "… …De?"

"No talking," Dean reminded him gently, fingers shaking more at the shortened form of his name because he'd told Benny the truth. He'd known Sam would be hurt and he never once hadn't shortened his name or dropped a vowel out of it when he was like this.

"… …gone?"

Sam's voice was hoarse, dry and ragged and it took Dean a second to make it out but finally as he was cutting the heavy ropes holding his brother's wrists he got what he was being asked and nodded shortly.

"Silver bullet to the heart and Benny got his ass filled with dead man's blood before his head sort of got separated from his shoulders," Dean knew both had gotten off far too easily for what his brother had been put through in such a short amount of time but his biggest concern was getting Sam free and safe.

Once the ropes came loose, Dean helped Sam lower his over stretched arms by lightly rubbing them and his shoulders but didn't miss the way the younger man tensed at the touch and had to bite his lip. "Stay still while I get your legs," he urged quietly, seeing a slight nod before he turned to go to work on those after he got the straps off.

In Purgatory Benny had relied on his strength and the element of surprise to restrain Dean but up here with the advantage of ropes and toys he'd taken the act of raping Sam to a level that the hunter really hadn't been expecting and he'd been expecting a lot.

The last rope came free, the knife vanished back to where he kept it and he moved to help Sam sit up only to blink when he suddenly had his arms full of his badly shaking and barely coherent brother when Sam latched onto him like he would as a child and frightened.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here, I've got you and we'll getting you outa here," he soothed, never liking it when Sam cried to the point that he was gasping but considering what he assumed the kid had gone through he couldn't blame him for wanting to reassure himself that he was safe and let him hold on.

This time it was a little weird for Dean to hold his shaking and sobbing brother while he was naked but he shoved that away for much later since he also knew after this any chance of them discussing that thing that neither of them had would be off the table.

Wrapping his arms that Dean was surprised weren't shaking as much as Sam seemed to be around his brother to hold him closer until he calmed down some, he caught some of the wounds that he hadn't before.

The gag had cut Sam's mouth and the straps had also left welts on his face from being hooked too tight. There were several bite marks that were still seeping blood but it was the blood on the mattress and on his brother's legs that concerned him the most and Dean took a deep breath as he knew what Sam needed now. He just hated it.

"Sammy," he had to ease back enough to catch his brother's drooping eyes, lifting his chin in his hand so he could hold his flicking gaze. "I'm getting you out but…you know I'm taking you to the closest ER, right?"

Tensing at this, Sam wanted to argue that he didn't want a hospital but Dean was shaking his head and drawing him back in close while struggling to get his jacket off to slid it onto his shivering sibling.

"Just for the basics, kiddo, then we're going back to the Batcave and…" Dean didn't know what would happen there but he just knew he wanted his little brother someplace where no one could hurt him and where Sam would be safe. "You trust me, little brother?"

Sam tensed slightly but nodded, sore and weak fingers gripping the wrist that he could grab to try to make Dean understand that he did since speaking still hurt. "Don'…leave…?"

"Leave you?" Dean blinked, not understanding why Sam would think he would until it hit him what Sam was probably told and had to work fast to school his face into a mask of calm as he lightly carded his fingers back through sticky and dirty long hair. "No, I'm not leaving you, Sammy," he promised, feeling the body in his arms nod before starting to go limp and let Sam rest.

Height and weight difference notwithstanding, Dean knew he could get his brother out to the Impala before burning the bodies and any evidence that would lead authorities back to them before heading to the next town and a hospital.

He'd worried that after the 'shifter had hurt his brother that Sam wouldn't let him touch him so it loosened the buried emotions that Dean had been shielding since he'd first heard his brother being raped over the phone and as his hunter side was saying to move, Dean stayed sitting on the bed that he planned to burn with everything else to just hold his brother another moment to reassure himself that Sam was physically safe.

The rest of it would be up in the air for the next little while but he'd find some way to be there for Sam, even if this did ruin any chance of anything else ever happening since he had no doubts that Benny had told his brother things that Dean had never planned to reveal to Sam because he'd worked too long to bury those feelings himself.

"It's gonna be alright, Sammy," he murmured, wiping his own eyes. "I've got'cha, little brother and we're going home."

TBC

A/NII: Still here? I know. I pushed the envelope on this one. The healing comes next chapter which will hopefully be done soon.