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"Got something," Bobby said as he hung up the phone.

"What?" Dean said eagerly.

"Joshua knows a friend who says he knows about this area. Out of all the disappearances, there's one person, a Rachel Daeys, that was found."

"And?"

"Well, she's at the Diablo Mental Institution."

"Oh, that is so not good."

"I think we should pay her a little visit."


"And now for our final bidding. You've already seen the strength he had throughout his punishment." The announcer demon faced Sam. Sam glared up at him through hate-filled eyes. "Oh I wish I could keep you for myself," he whispered.

"Now we will start the bid at 5 thousand. Do I see 5 thousand…?"

Sam blocked out the announcer. He tried to ignore the fact that they were treating him like a piece of meat. Sam now found comfort in the now dull pain spreading from his back. Every bit of it proof that he is human. Okay, now would be a good time to think up of a plan. I can't count on Dean finding me. I gotta have a plan of my own.

"…20 thousand. Do I hear…?"

"45 thousand." A man dressed in leather pants and a black top stood up from the crowd. He had several tattoos running up and down his arms. All of them signs of the devil and evil.

"Sold!" The announcer said eagerly. "To Lord Asmodeus."

Sam's eyes widened as Asmodeus' eyes turned a violent shade of purple. That's new… and probably so not good.

Most of the bidders were gone when Asmodeus came up to the stage. He had purchased Sam along with the girl Sam had spoken to before and another man who was slightly younger than Sam himself. The announcer went up to Asmodeus, bowing in the process. "Mi'lord. It was a pleasure to serve your needs tonight."

"Yes, well. I needed a few more slaves. I've been getting a bit bored lately. Been going through them a bit fast." Asmodeus smiled wicked at Sam. He removed the ball gag before putting his finger under Sam's chin. He lifted Sam's head up to eye level. "It's been a long time since I've had a toy."

Sam glared at him. "I am not your toy," he growled.

Asmodeus smile widened. "Yes. He will be fun, indeed."


"Rachel?"

The woman remained stoic, staring at the floor in front of her. Dean sighed and tried again. "Rachel? Your doctor's out today. I'm going to be subbing for him." Dean sat down in front of her. She remained unchanged. Dean looked down at the notes he 'borrowed' from the doctor. One statement stood out as it was written in bold letters and underlined by the doc.

Responds to commands

"Rachel, answer me when I speak to you, okay?"

"Yes, sir." Her face remained stoic and at the ground.

"Rachel? Look at me."

"With all due respect, sir, that would be directly disrespecting you in your presence. And punishment always follows."

"And you don't want to be punished," Dean said with full understanding.

Rachel looked panicked all of a sudden. "Oh no, sir," she said quickly. "I don't mind being punished at all! Punishment's a good thing! Keeps me in line! I deserve to be punished…!"

Dean watched horrified as Rachel glorified the need to be punished. What the hell happened to you? "Rachel, stop talking." She immediately silenced herself. "Okay. Now, can you tell me what happened before you were here?"

"'Here,' sir?"

"At this institution."

"I was serving my master."

"And who was your master?" Dena asked frowning.

"His name was Lord Dantanian."

"Dantanian," Dean repeated, storing the name for later research. "How exactly did you serve him?"

"I cleaned, organized, kept secrets…"

Dean's curiosity piqued. "What secrets?"

Rachel's eyes widened. "Oh no, sir. I can't tell you. The Lord always knows when you have done him wrong."

I'll try to ignore the irony in that statement. "Alright. Thank you, Rachel. You did good, kid."

"I did?" she asked with a childish eagerness.

Dean's gut twisted in sympathy and realization of what Sam might be going through. "Yeah. You did good."


Bobby was leaning against his truck when Dean exited the institution with a frown on his face. "Well?" he asked.

"Well… we've got research to do." Dean took shotgun as Bobby started the truck and headed back to the motel.

"What did you find out?" Bobby asked.

"Apparently, someone or thing by the name of Dantanian made her his slave."

"Dantanian…" Bobby recognized the name he just couldn't place it exactly.

"It was awful, Bobby… the way she talked about punishments… The guy must be seriously twisted. Sounds like he messed with their minds so much that he made them think that punishments were rewards or something…"

Bobby took an understanding glance at Dean. "Sam's a fighter, Dean," Bobby assured. "We'll get him long before it gets to that."

"There's something else that bothers me."

"What?"

"An average of five people having been disappearing per month for years. That means that this Dantanian would have hundreds of servants. I mean, what can one being do with that many people in secret? Why haven't other people shown up? Why haven't any bodies been found?"

They arrived back at the motel and headed inside. "I dunno," Bobby said. "But we'll figure it out."

"Yeah…" Dean pulled up Sam's computer and put Dantanian in the search engine. Dean frowned as the first page of results was nothing but a bunch of usernames of 'Dantanian.' Delving deeper into the research however, "Fallen angel?"

"What?"

"A fallen angel. Besides a bunch of kids using 'Dantanian' as a username, the only other result I can find is a fallen angel. According to legend, he appears as 'a man with many faces.' I assume that's when he doesn't possess some poor bastard."

"Of course!"

"Bobby?"

"Well, fallen angels are essentially demons. A lot more powerful than your average, unfortunately. Dantanian would have powers no other demon would have. He might even have a way to hide hundreds of humans or a way to get rid of them without leaving traces."

"Great. So how are we supposed to find him!?"

"We'll just have to do more research. I'll call my contacts. See what they have to say."

"'Kay." Dean sighed. Hang on, Sam. I'll get you out of there as soon as I can.


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