So I am coming out of hibernation. I wanna say this is not saying that I think Sam should be gay or is gay, it is just personal experience coming out of my mind in the form or Sam... So the story may not be very well written or whatever, but it's something that just came out as I was trying to write a fanfic. I didn't start out trying to write some of my story into his, so it is not exactly alike, especially seeing as there is Dean and John and the Preist and everything in here. I really hope someone likes this and by the end of it, maybe it can help someone out. I don't know but there is a happy ending in store. :)

Disclaimer: I does not own nothing :( ik ik ik it is sooo sad

Minds in low places:

Payments Made

He looked up at his painting then back down at the paints left on his pallet, his painting was of a boy curled into a ball and crying, surrounded by a storm and darkness. He sighed, something was missing, it seemed so incomplete. Sam straightened out his uniform and looked at the clean floors. It was a new school; Sam and Dean were staying with the priest for a while and they were at a prep school. Sam liked it so far, it was lonely like all the other schools, but this one had special classes. He went to the art school while Dean went to the remedial school. He was in an art class with the older kids who pushed him around a bit. Sam felt a hand on his shoulders massaging them, " Sweety, why are you so tense? It's beautiful, you could win the competition, I'm judging. It just needs a little something." A boy about 17 took his hand and guided it in painting another boy holding the boy in a ball, kissing his cheek, "There." Sam turned around to see the boy, he was stunning with bleach blonde spiky hair and icey silver eyes.

The boy pulled Sam at his waist closer to him, he gently kissed his neck, " You are beautiful, baby. Come with me." The boy pulled Sam into the lounge and locked the door. Ever since he heard that Dean was going to a different school and he would be around boys that were 4 years older than him, he was scared out of his mind, so when the boy whispered softly in Sam's ear, " You're gunna need protection here, and I'm the only one who can do that for you. I love you Sammy, it's like a fairy tale, babe; love at first sight. Do you love me?" Sam paused and looked into the boy, who was carresssing his cheek's eyes.

The boy used the hand he was touching his cheek with to slap Sam, then kissed his cheek, " You love me... I had to do that." Sam nodded, "I love you too..."

With a hot smile the boy pressed Sam against the wall, grabbing his cute ass, the boy shivered in anticipation as he felt his jeans tighten around his crotch, " God Sammy, why are you making me do this? You are so dirty." Sam bit his lip and gently pushed him away, attempted to, at least.

"You feel that?" the boy said, placing Sam's little hands on his large and growing boner, " You did that, you dirty nasty boy, now you need to be punished for it." Sam knew he was bad, so he nodded slowly as the boy kissed down Sam's neck, the boy's breaths becoming heavier. The boy lifted Sam's shirt off and licked his abs, "Now take off mine, sexy bitch." Sam's hands shook as he took off the other boy's shirt.

The boy grabbed Sam's shaking hands and kissed his deeply, "Shh, it's okay, relax... lie down here baby." Sam laid on his back on the soft couch as the boy pulled Sam's jeans off and then his boxers, followed by doing the same to his own. He crawled on top of Sam, licking around his crotch, then gently sucking his member, " You love it, you dirty whore, look how big you've grown." He groped Sam's chest and kissed all over him before he flipped him to his stomach. He whispered into Sam's ear with his husky voice, "Take it, and I'll give you a treat." The boy plunged into Sam's soft, tight ass, "Oh, you're resisting, you bitch" He reached around Sam's body and squeezed his cock, painfully. The sound of Sam's whimper made him grow much more, tearing Sam's entrance. The boy grunted with each thrust, growing and moving deeper and faster with each one.

Right as he was about to cum he pulled out abruptly and made Sam get on his knees before he rubbed Sam's member with great expertise until he knew Sam was about to cum, "finnish yourself as I do me." He did and came all over Sam's mouth and face and hair, while Sam came on the boy's feet and the floor.

"You whore! Look at what you have done, Clean up your mess!" He kicked Sam until he coughed up blood onto the floor, "I'm going to take a shower, you clean up... If I find out you did more than use your moth to clean up, I'll do more" So Sam did what he was told and hurried to clean up his mess using only his mouth. He saw a blinking light and knew it was a camera. As soon as he was done, the boy came back into the room, pulling Sam's bruised, cum cover naked body to the bathroom and into the tub with bubble and hot water. The boy lied down first, laying Sam on top of him. He slowly washed off each part of Sam's body. When he was done he stroked Sam's hair, " Babe, I don;t know why you would make me do that, but I love you, so I'm going to take care of you even after what you did." Sam's glazed eyes met his and he whispered, "Thank you, sir."

"Call me Eli," said Eli as he kissed Sam's cheek. "C'mon Sammy, you're tired aren't you" Sam nodded, his eyelids occasionally falling. Eli picked him up like a baby and wrapped a towel around him. He carried him to the large bed in the center of the room and fell asleep with him; his arm wrapped around Sam. Eli awoke to Sam screaming and crying. Eli pulled him into a hug and checked the time, It's almost time to go home, you need to get dressed. Maybe tomorrow we can go for a shopping trip?"

Sam solemnly nodded and got dressed, his body covered in bruises.

The walk home with Dean was silent and awkward, Sam felt dirty and terrible. As soon as he got back to the preist's house he pulled out one of his knives and went to the bathroom. He pressed the cold of the metal against his bruised skin and watched it bleed. After several more times he felt sleepy so he thought he would take a nap.

Dean worried why Sam was in the bathroom so long, maybe he was angry after what dad had said to him, or maybe just being in a different school than Dean was at scared him. "Sam!" dean called out. After no answer he knocked down the door and what he found shocked him.