John Winchester, his 21-year old son Dean and 17-year old son Sam strolled into a creepy home hunting for what John called the Rape Demon. The boys weren't sure why their father had invited them along this time. Probably to rape them along the way. So when John told Sam to take off Dean's pants it was no surprise.

"I want you to shave, oil, and buff Dean's ass, Sam." ordered John.

"Yes, sir," replied Sam.

"All right, a makeover!" smiled Dean.

"Now tie him to this chair ass up," ordered John.

"Yes sir," replied Sam.

"I love it when my ass gets all the attention!" shouted Dean.

"Shut up Dean!" yelled John. "Sam and I have to go in the other room."

So John and Sam left Dean alone with the slam of a door that went into the wall.

"You better give me a reward when you get back!" shouted Dean from the chair.

But John and Dean did not return. Dean sprawled on the chair, hands bound, was suddenly aware of his surroundings. He had seen this place before. in his dad's journal there was a picture of Tritter's living room. Dean only looked at the pictures. This was the very same room!!!

It was then that Dean knew what really was going on. He wasn't getting the finest ass makeover he'd had in several years, he was being used as bait to get Tritter.

Dean began trembling. Footsteps could be heard down the corridor.

"I know your ass is down there," said Tritter with a whistle. "But I didn't come here for you, boy."

SLAM! Tritter's iron clad fists smashed down the wall dragging a helpless John Winchester into the next room. "HA HA. You thought you could get me, Winchester? Let me show you what I do to swindlers like you."

The rape began.

All Sam could do now was huddle in the corner as Tritter pounded his father into a cherry red-assed angry, vengeful man. So Sam decided to go to Stanford and leave all the rape behind.