Author's Note: This story may be slightly confusing as it jumps between 1994 and 2007. It'll be posted at the beginning of every chapter what year it is. Hopefully you will be able to keep up as everything ties in together. Please read and review.

Midland, Michigan September 12, 1994

He'd been watching the motel room for days. He knew when the boys left for school and when they came home. The older one always came home an hour before the younger, that made it all the more easier.

He picked the lock, his pray coming home soon. Slipping into the room he surveyed around him. Clothes were strewn across the floor and he could smell him. It was such a pleasant smell and it lingered on the senses. He bent, lifting a t-shirt off the floor before burying his nose into. He wanted the boy and wanted him desperately.

Some would call him sick or a pervert, he thought as he dropped the shirt back to the floor and moved toward the bed. He'd watched him at night, sleeping soundly his arm wrapped protectively around his little brother and wished that it was him. Laying down he wondered what his boss would say about becoming involved with a teenager.

Probably something along the lines of it was ethically wrong not to mention lawfully. He didn't care, he just wanted his beloved. He'd fallen for him the minute he'd seen him, he was tall and his hazel eyes held secrets that he wanted to learn.

Sixteen-year-old Dean Winchester unlocked his motel room door and threw his backpack into the nearest chair. He hated school with a passion and at times wished there was a way he'd never have to go back.

Sighing he walked into the small kitchen the motel provided to grab a soda from the fridge. Sam would be home soon and then it would be time for homework, dinner, a little TV time, and then bed. With any luck their father would be home that night. It'd been nearly three weeks since they had last seen him but he had warned the boys that this hunt might take a while.

Dean felt his hand fist and had to resist the urge to throw it into the wall. It wasn't fair for him or Sam to have to live without a permanent father figure in their life. Taking a deep breath he forced himself to relax; it wouldn't do any good to let his temper loose. He wondered what to make for dinner and then stopped and sniffed again. Did he smell cologne? The thought flashed through his mind a second before feeling a tiny prick in his neck.

The soda can fell from his hand and his eyes grew heavy. Fighting to stay awake he swung out at his attacker only to strike his hand against the door frame. 'Shit,' he thought as pain radiated up his arm. He'd been drugged and Sam was due home soon; he'd freak if his older brother wasn't there. Again he thought of his father and cursed him for being gone; seconds before darkness claimed him.

He looked down at the unconscious form, his heartbeat multiplying at the sight before him. He knelt before the boy and eagerly let his hands roam his body. Familiarizing himself with every nook and cranny of his new toy's body, he could only think about how much fun the next few days would be.

When Dean woke up his head ached and he knew that he wasn't in his motel room. Forcing his eyes open took a lot of out of him but he needed to see where he was but all he saw was darkness. He felt the bed pressed against his stomach and the ties around his wrists and ankles.

"Good, you're awake," a deep voice said from across the room. He walked toward the bed and bent down, brushing his lips against Dean's. "Your color is coming back. That's a good sign."

Through the darkness Dean could see that it was a guy sitting on the bed, grimaced and replied, "Dude that was gross. What the hell is going on?"

"I needed you to myself. Just for awhile. Now are you comfortable?"

"Sure, I'm totally into the whole tying-up gig. Let me go please."

"I can't, you'll run. Just like all of the others but I know your different." He stroked Dean's hair gently away from his forehead and then letting his hand travel down and over his back. He stopped when his hand hit Dean's lower back.

Dean wanted to gag. Who the hell was this freak and what did he want exactly? He knew the answer to the last question and it sent chills down his spine. There was no way to fight with his hands tied and he wondered about Sam. Sam would be home, all alone.

He felt the man's hands go lower and he shuddered. This wasn't exactly how he wanted things to go in life. He'd much rather face an angry spirit or a pissed off father then what was about to happen.

He heard clothes whispering against clothes and then the bed sag. His worst fears had been confirmed and he waited for the worst of it to happen.

"Just relax," the man said, his hands caressing, "You'll like it."

"Get the hell away from me." Dean spat out, trying to pull his body away from the man.

What he didn't know was how quickly the man would become angered until he felt the stinging in his cheek and tasted blood in his mouth. The slap of a belt on his back had him hissing in pain as it connected again and again.

He could see the welt forming on Dean's back and took only pleasure from it. He thought he could tell him to go to hell, well he had another thing coming. He stopped the hitting before beginning what he'd planned the entire time.

Danielle Sinclair sat in the front seat of her best friend's car. At fourteen she'd found it odd that she was as close to the sixteen-year-old as she was; after all it wasn't every day a girl was put two grades ahead. She kept her nose clean at school, stayed out of everyone's way and she was left alone. She didn't have much of a life; she stayed at home with her younger siblings, while their parents traveled the world, often spending weeks at a time off.

"Earth to Danni," Alyssa said, waving a hand in front of the younger girl's face.

"Sorry just thinking. So is Robby taking you to the homecoming dance?"

"Of course, did you really expect anything different?"

"Well I hope you have fun…" She trailed off as they past an overgrown driveway, "back the car up and go down that last driveway."

"Are you nuts?" Alyssa asked, pulling over to the side of the road to stare at her friend. "There's probably some murderer living back there just waiting for girls."

"Please Lis? Something about it felt strange."

"Fine, but we'll take a quick look okay?"

"Thanks." Danni smiled as the car was backed up and they went slowly down the drive.

Alyssa pulled the car to a stop and was about to make a smart-assed comment when she heard the sharp intake of breath from her best friend. She followed Danni's gaze until she saw the man laying in the way.

Danni was out of the car in a heartbeat, her short legs carrying her to the crumpled figure. She knelt and felt for a heartbeat; sighing in relief when she found one. She looked at the face and gasped. Gently she patted his face, "Dean, come on Dean wake up."

He groaned and tried to roll into a ball. "Dean it's Danielle from history class. Come on we need to get you to the hospital."

Her voice was soothing and her hands soft. He focused on that and the fact that he recognized the voice. "No hospitals. Need Sammy, need to get to him."

"Okay, I'll go get him but first lets get you to my house okay?" She asked carefully, reaching down to wrap an arm around her shoulders and she put one around his waist. Gently she pulled him to his feet, staggering under his weight. "Alyssa help me."

Alyssa ran over to her friend and helped her carry the teenager to the car. Softly they laid him on the backseat. Danni wanted to sit in the back with him but there was no room so she sat dejected in the front seat as Alyssa peeled out of the drive way.