A/N: I know the last chapter was less explicit than I promised. I felt the need to lay some groundwork. From here on out you'll get everything I promised in the warnings.

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Chapter 2

It was his turn to choose, they agreed on it. Sam got first pick. Eenie, meenie, miny, moe. Pick a victim by the toe. He giggled at the rhyme. People around him shifted nervously at the sound. Oopsie, can't go spooking the herd. Dean would be pissed if he came back empty handed. Idly he considers it. The punishment might be fun. No, Dean is too tense; he needs a good kill to take the edge off. Itwouldn't be fair. Maybe if I ask nicely he'll punish me after. A streak of bright blue catches his attention. It was a woman, young and fresh. She was perfect, tall and slim with dark hair. Dean would love her. The best get out of jail present a brother could find.

Just when she thought the pain couldn't get any worse, they proved her wrong. Her gaze moved helplessly to the restraints binding her hands and feet.

"Am I boring you darling?"

The voice drew her attention back to the angelic face of her tormentor.

"Please, please, please" she gurgles past the blood in her throat.

"See that Sammy? She's begging for it"

She sees him pull the taller man down for a kiss then push him to his knees.

"Stay there baby brother and I'll give you a special treat"

He unfastens his fly as he walks towards her. She groans as he pulls the knife out of her side where he had just placed it moments before. A scream works its way past gouts of blood as she feels something warm and solid probe the wound in her side. Oh God! Not that. Her body was no longer hers. It was a toy used for their pleasure and amusement. The last sight before Bela Talbot's glazing eyes was Sam Winchester wrapping his lips around his brother's blood covered cock.

TBC

A/N 2: I haven't finished the next chapter yet but I know we are going to meet up with a certain FBI agent.