Warnings: Violence, foul language, torture, angst. Lots of that kind of stuff, if you don't like to see the boys injured emotionally and physically don't read. Don't worry not a death fic. I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters in the story. I only wish I did. Don't botehr suing me all you could get is my little 12 inch TV with bad reception.

A life Less Interesting

Chapter 1

Sam awoke silently as he usually did when it wasn't from a nightmare and tried to determine his location before opening his eyes. He didn't hear sounds of a fight, but then again his head was still pounding as if someone had hit him with a metal pipe, but from inside his brain. He waited to open his eyes in case whatever had hit him was under the impression he was dead. If that was the case he wouldn't want to confuse it into killing him. He was still trying to determine if it was day or night when he heard a muffled groan. Dean's groan. He sat upright and muffled his own groan as he saw that Dean was dangling from the ceiling at least two feet off the ground. His wrists were trapped inside thick manacles connected to chains that seemed to lead to nowhere. The muffled groan was because there was a rubber gag tightly fitted inside his mouth.

"Dean…" Sam took a step towards Dean and his head felt like it would explode. As soon as he stopped walking the pain went away. He tried to take another step and it came back again. When he tried to move faster he ended up falling to his knees. He had to pull himself back several steps this time before the pain faded.

"I can't get to you. It's like there is some kind of force field."

Sam heard Dean mutter something that he was sure was a curse but he couldn't make it out.

Sam heard a whispery laugh. "Did you hear that?

Dean narrowed his eyes but nodded.

"Who's there?"

There was no answer.

"What do you want from us?"

Still no answer.

"Can you at least let my brother down from the ceiling?"

Sam sighed in frustration as there was still no answer, he began to think he was hearing things.

"At least let me go to him, take the gag out."

Finally a soft voice answered, "As you wish."

Sam spun all the way around searching for the source of the voice but not seeing anything. He tried again to take a step toward Dean and this time no pain. He was able to get all the way to him and reach high enough to remove the gag. As soon as the thought cross his mind to reach for the chains the splitting pain returned and Sam fell to the ground trying to pull himself away from Dean.

"Sammy?" Dean called to him in panic as his brother again fell to the floor.

He managed to pull away far enough for the pain to fade.

"What happened to you?" Dean asked as Sam settled his back against the far wall.

"Something doesn't want me to let you free."

"I kind of got that, but how does she know what you are doing."

"She?"

"That voice had to be a chick, besides." He glanced down with an ironic smirk. "She took my shirt off, must have been admiring the view."

Sam shook his head smiling he thought about how Dean would make a joke even out of this, he just hoped it didn't take off his shirt for torture reasons.

The whispery laugh returned, "I don't like torture Samuel." Again that voice, nobody there, just sound.

"What?" Sam responded.

"What's she talking about Sam?"

"I don't know Dean its like she just read my thoughts…I think she did it before too when I thought about letting you go she…" Sam fell to his knees digging his fingernails into the back of his scalp trying to release the pressure.

"Sammy!" Dean screamed as he saw the dark cloaked figure enter the room through the closed door. "You bitch what are you doing to him." He yanked at the chains dangling him from the ceiling and shaking his whole body in the process. The dark figure nodded her head and Sam relaxed panting onto the floor.

"You are very perceptive Samuel Winchester. That is exactly what I am doing, reading your thoughts. Uh uh uh, now now Sammy such language…. We wouldn't want to have to repeat that performance any time soon."

Sammy lifted himself from the floor and stepped between the demon and his helpless brother, when had he ever thought of Dean as helpless.

"That will do no good you realize" She nodded her head and Deans chains flew back slamming his body into the wall behind him then the chains anchored themselves into the steel wall. Sam spun on his heals in time to see and hear Deans head hit the wall.

"Dean!"

"Now now, It's not hurt yet, but if you make a move toward It or me again you will both have to suffer. You will learn to see just how helpless your big brother can be."

"Tell us how you are doing this. How can you read my mind?"

"I don't think I could explain in words simple enough for someone like your brother to understand…"

"Can you control my thoughts… my actions?"

"No, but I plan to… I plan to control your thoughts and actions through your brother. If you notice It is chained to my wall and you are not. You are useful It is not. At least not in the same way. By using It I will get what I want from you."

"No Sammy don't you lis…" Deans voice abruptly silenced. Dean still moved his mouth as if he were speaking but no sound came out.

"You see, with someone as simple minded as your brother I can simply control where It moves, how and when. You are different. You are interesting."

"What did you do to him?" Sam looked into his brother's eyes. Dean had finally realized no one could hear him and was sending silent death glares at the female demon.

"I did what you have dreamed of oh so many times. I shut It up. I stopped Its voice from functioning" She smiled and laughed softly.

End of Chapter 1 I hope you liked it, feedback keeps me writing faster. I hope to send out another section by the weekend.