So here's ch. 1. I hope you guys like it. laceym chose my litle torture subject (Sam) and SciFiNutTX has been playing beta again so special thanks to them.

Chapter 1

The last hunt had been pretty rough on all of them. The zombie chick had done a number on Sam's right hand, but what really had him rattled was Dean's little roadside confession. Dean was convinced that their dad had died to save him. Sam had been thinking the same thing for weeks, but didn't really wanna say so because he was afraid of how Dean would take it. Their sister's reaction also had Sam a little upset.

Katie hadn't said one word, but the look on her face spoke volumes. Sam was convinced that she knew exactly what had happened to their father back at that hospital in Missouri and wasn't talking. It was entirely possible that their dad had sworn her to secrecy, but Sam didn't really care. John was his father too and he felt he had the right to know.

They had only driven an hour out of Lawrence to Winchester, Kansas. The irony of the town's name was not lost on Sam. He had hoped to continue the conversation from earlier when Dean stopped at the only motel in town, but he should've known better. Dean had given Katie just enough time to set and cast Sam's hand before he announced that he was going out. Katie asked Dean if he wanted company and Dean's answer was, they were both going whether they wanted to or not.

Two hours later, Sam found himself sitting at the bar…alone. Katie was sitting in a corner booth making out with some guy in a black cowboy hat and Dean was doing the same with a waitress on the other side of the room. Sometimes it scared him how much alike those two really were. The painkillers Katie had given Sam just after she finished casting his wrist had wiped him out and all he wanted to do was go back to the room and sleep. After several minutes of debating with himself, he decided that's exactly what he was gonna do.

He looked back over to where he'd last seen Dean, but his brother was no longer there. A quick scan of the room put Dean on the dance floor with his waitress. Katie wasn't far away with her cowboy. Sam walked up to them and it took a few attempts to get their attention long enough for him to tell them that he was going back to the room. He thought he'd seen a look pass between his siblings' dates, but he convinced himself that it was just the medication. Dean handed him the keys to the Impala and told him not to wait up.

Sam nodded and then headed for the door. Just before the door could close behind him, he heard Katie call his name. He was about to go back into the bar when the door opened and his sister stepped outside.

"Are you ok?" Katie asked her voice full of concern.

"Yeah." Sam replied. "I'm just tired and my hand hurts."

"I know you still wanna talk about what Dean said on the road earlier. I can come back to the room with you if you want." Katie said.

"What about the guy?" Sam asked.

"Who? Mr. Black Hat? He's just a toy." Katie replied. "You're my little brother."

"It's ok." Sam said. "You go play with your toy. I just wanna sleep. I'll see you when you get back."

"O- k." Katie said reluctantly. "But if you can't sleep or decide you wanna talk anyway you better call me."

"I will." Sam replied.

Katie lightly punched Sam in the arm before heading back inside. He'd been tempted to take her up on her offer, but he knew she would never tell him what he wanted to know so he let it go.

Sam had just reached the Impala and was taking the keys out of his pocket when he heard a woman call for help. He looked up from the car just in time to see a man pulling a woman into a dark alley. Without a second thought, Sam dropped the keys to the car and ran into the alley. Just as he was about to grab the man and stop him from whatever he was trying to do, Sam felt something hit him in the back of the head and everything went black.

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Sam awoke to the sound of dripping water. His clothes had been removed down to his underwear and his hands were shackled above his head. He tried to get an idea of his surroundings, but all he could see was blackness. He didn't realize it was cold until his body started to shiver.

"Who are you?" Sam called out. "What do you want?"

He asked the same questions over and over again, but no one answered. After several minutes, Sam began to panic. His thoughts quickly went to his brother and sister. Were they locked up here somewhere as well or were they free? Did they even know he was missing?

Suddenly, the room was filled with a brilliant white light coming from the opposite wall. After being in the dark for who knew how long it hurt his eyes. Before he could get a chance to focus, the light was gone and another had taken it's place from above his head. This light was a very creepy green that cast everything into shadow, but at least he could see something.

From what he could make out in the green light, he was in round room made out of some kind of brick and there was a large drain in the floor a few feet away. The other side of the room was still covered in blackness, so he couldn't tell exactly how big his prison was. When he looked up he saw some kind of pulley system that the chains around his wrists went into.

He was about to start asking questions again when he heard a strange squeaking noise. The sound echoed throughout the room so he had no idea where it was coming from. He was trying to see into the shadows to find the source of the sound when a movement caught his eye directly in front of him. A few seconds later two people walked out of the shadows. One of them was pulling a small cart that was the source of the squeaking.

"Who are you?" Sam asked again.

The only answer Sam got was silence. The two had stopped a foot away from him so even the cart stopped squeaking. Sam took a good look at his captors. The only thing he could really tell about them was that one was male and the other female. They were wearing all black; even their heads were covered so he couldn't make out any more details.

He wanted to ask again who they were, but they started moving around the cart so he decided to keep quiet and watch. Several things grabbed his attention as he watched them. The cart had what appeared to be several supplies on it for doing surgery. There were scalpels, scissors, sewing needles, hypodermic needles, and thread. What he thought was strange was the item on the bottom of the cart. Sam saw what could only be a large bag of rock salt.

As Sam was trying to figure out what the rock salt was doing there, the man picked up a scalpel and headed toward him. Sam noticed the movement a little too late. The man closed in quickly and sliced into Sam's stomach. The incision was small, but very deep. Sam cried out and kicked the man in the knee.

Before he could get in another kick, a chain came out from the wall behind him and wrapped around his ankle. A second soon followed and he was then pulled back against the wall. Sam's head bounced off the wall, causing him to see stars and nearly black out again. A third chain then wrapped around his neck, pinning him in place.

The man advanced on him again, this time the woman and the squeaky cart followed. When they got close enough to reach Sam the man turned and handed the scalpel to the woman. She, in turn, handed him a set of tweezers. The man turned around and used the tweezers to pull a piece of rock salt out of the bag. He then turned back toward Sam and used the tweezers to push the rock salt into the incision he'd made in Sam's abdomen.

Sam cried out again and tried to move away, but there was nothing he could do. After several more pieces of rock salt were stuffed into the first incision the man made a second. He followed this procedure until there were twelve salt filled incisions on Sam's body. He then proceeded to stitch the wounds closed, trapping the salt into the incisions.

The pain was intense. It took everything Sam had to keep from crying out again. Before the man had finished stitching him up, Sam passed out.