AN: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! And welcome new Padawans to the Darkside! I am your Empress! Lol. So Broken Heart Syndrome is complete to my regular readers out there! I'm glad you all enjoyed it! The story board on my profile, is empty! *panics* AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! WHY?! WHAT?! *runs around and panics more* *headtodesk hard enough to give self a concussion* Lol. But it's empty! That's a first in a long time. I need to come up with some new stories! And y'all know if you have an idea, suggestion, or a request you can PM here or send it to me on Facebook. Just look for my pen name Mutilated Pancake! So this fic was too good to remain a prompt for Our Beloved Sammy, and it gained a life of it's own! So yeah. Full fic! Whoo! Let's get going!

Summary: Season 4 AU! Dean has kidnapped Sam to break him and make him into Sammy once more. Castiel confessed he had let Sam out of the panic room and rushes to find Sam before he could poison himself further of the demon blood from that bitch Ruby. Will Dean succeed? Or will Sam fall back to the blood? Let's find out! First dark fic posted!

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Released Then Captured Again

Sam parked his stolen truck outside his motel room. When he saw the panic room door open, he took his chance and ran. He had also stolen one of Bobby's worn out trucks. He would have to steal another vehicle that ran and worked better, but for now, it'll do.

He walked into his room and sat his duffle down on the bed. He then got out his phone and texted Ruby and told her where he was and that he needed more blood.

She called him and yelled, demanding to know what had happened and where he has been.

He explained and now that he was free and off the blood he was depressed, he wanted more. He needed more. He had to send Lillith back to Hell.

"Alright, alright. Just hold on until tomorrow."

"But Ruby I-" Sam started.

"Tomorrow Sam. I have stuff to do tonight."

"Fine. Tomorrow. You better be here!" Sam said firmly.

"You know I'm good to my word."

"Yeah, yeah. Just get here tomorrow ASAP!" Sam said sharply.

"Fine. See ya tomorrow."

Sam just hung up and sat down on the bed. He had one wicked headache. He dimmed the lights of the room to help but they weren't doing much to calm the storm in his head. He groaned. He gathered his sleep clothes and headed into the bathroom. A hot shower was just what he needed. He was lost in his thoughts so much that he didn't hear the rumble of the Impala pull in.

When he was done in the shower, Sam shut off the water and got out. He dried off, and then got dressed. He also brushed his teeth and took care of other matters. Once his nightly ritual was done, he headed out of the bathroom and went to his bed, he was ready to climb in when something grabbed him from behind.

The man had steel like grip on him. He fought, but he was so tired from withdrawl and driving, he didn't put up much of a fight. He was about to cry out for help, but a large hand covered his mouth and his cries were now muffled.

"Shhh. Calm down. You're alright." The man cooed.

Sam stopped and tried to recognized the voice he was hearing. It sounded almost like his brother.

"Atta boy. Stay nice and calm for me." The man said.

Sam stayed still. The voice was so calm and low, it was soothing. Hell even the touch and the arms felt familiar! He felt frozen. He didn't know what he should do. He stayed perfectly still. He didn't want to move in case this guy was armed. He let out a muffled yelp when he was suddenly brought down to the floor and then subdued. He started to struggle again.

"Hey, hey, hey. Shhh. It's alright remember? You're alright." The man cooed again.

Sam didn't hear him and struggled to get out of the hold. He heard the man sigh and felt the hand over his mouth lift away. But once again before he could cry out for help, he was silenced. A piece of cloth was tied over his lips, then he restrained with rope. He wrists were tied behind his back, his arms were then tied, his thighs, and finally his ankles were tied.

The man let go off him and gently laid him down on his stomach. A blindfold was added and the lights were switched back on. He tensed when the man was back, and began to rub his back soothingly.

"See? You're alright. I didn't want to tie you down, but you needed to calm down. The gag is simply to keep you quiet for now. People are sleeping after all. The blindfold is for your head really. I know you have a nasty headache. Now then. I'm going to pack up your stuff, then you and me will taking a little trip." The man said lowly.

Sam squirmed and tried to talk through the gag.

"Hey now. Be still. It's quiet time." The man said with a no nonsense tone.

Sam went limp and flinched behind the blindfold when the man patted his back.

"Good boy." The man cooed.

He listened as the man gathered his stuff and went outside for a moment. He heard him come back and yelped again when he was suddenly picked up and thrown over his shoulder.

"You got bigger while I was gone. No matter. I got stronger too." The man said.

He placed in the backseat of the vehicle and wondered why he wasn't placed in the trunk. He then felt the sting of a needle in his neck.

"Sorry kiddo. But it's time all for Sammy's to go night night." The man cooed.

He heard him getting in the car and they took off. The rumble and familiar shaking of the car got Sam thinking before he fell to sleep.

'Dean? No. It couldn't be! Could it?'

He fell into restless sleep. If this was his brother, why was he doing this?

First chappie! Whoo! Some things might change in this, including the original prompt, so don't be surprised if they're not the same. elliereynolds777 darling! I hope you enjoy this!

Until Next Time! *thinks about doing another dark fic* Hmmm