Time, Tattoos and Trouble.
Third in the Decebal Trilogy
Disclaimer: Not mine never was and never will be...sigh just my own fevered imagination and the odd original character.
Author's Note: I have loosely based this small town on Sleepy Eye Minnesota, now I have never been there, or for that matter, I have never left Australia. So after researching the town etc, I have created one of my own based on it. If there is a Sleepyville in Minnesota or anywhere else that sounds remotely like what I describe then I humbly apologise.
Chapter 3 Aint Never Gonna Happen. I hope!
Sam carefully locked the impala and after pocketing, the keys ran his sweaty palms down his thighs, as he fought to control his nerves. This was probably going to be the most stupidest thing he had ever done and Dean will have his ass in a sling for weeks but he has to do it. 'Dean would do it if it was me.' Sam said softly as he pulled himself up to his full height and took a deep breath.
Sam strode across the road took another deep breath before entering the club, even though it was still daylight outside, the interior of the club was dank and dark. Smoke filled air swirled chokingly around the overhead fans and distorted music filtered through battered speakers.
Sam bought a bottled beer and sat at the very end of the bar, watching the girls gyrate on the catwalk, this was Dean's thing not his but he had to find out exactly what was going on, and this was the bar where Dean said that he met Ruby. Logic says that this is the first place to start looking. Sipping his beer, Sam let his gaze roam over the few people littering the room, three young men sat ogling the dancers, and Sam smiled slightly betting himself that none of them was legal. Two scruffy looking bikers played pool on one of the tables and three more slouched at the same bar he was.
'Hey buy me a drink?' a smooth female voice startled Sam, blinking furiously Sam looked up at the pretty woman standing next to him. Her bright blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
'Sorry?' He muttered, she was the one in Dean's tattoo. The thought rang in his mind as he sat up straighter and took a longer look at her.
'Buy me a drink?'
'Sure,' Sam said and ordered two more beers, 'sorry I'm Sam.'
'Hey Sam I'm Ruby.' She smiled prettily at him, perching herself on the stool next to him she elegantly crossed her legs and pulled a packet of cigarettes out of her purse. 'Mind if I smoke?'
'Actually...'
'sorry it is a dirty habit.' Quickly Ruby replaced the packet in her purse and picked up her fresh drink. 'So aside from how clichéd this sounds, what is a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?'
'Well um I'm looking for someone.'
'Aint we all?'
'My brother was in here a couple of nights ago; he ended up getting a tattoo and can't remember anything about it.' Sam said carefully watching Ruby for any reactions but she remained passive and calm. Almost too, calm her face cautiously blank, 'it's a cool tattoo, a dragon, demon and a beautiful woman.'
'Sounds good and why are you in here?'
'He can't remember where he got it, so I'm helping him find out.' Sam said easily, smiling warmly he leant in a little closely, 'he ah is a bit worried that his girlfriend might get the wrong idea.'
'Oh I see.' Ruby smiled and sipped her beer, 'that could get a little messy.'
'Yeah considering that the woman looks nothing like her.' Sam finished.
Ruby slowly stood smoothing her tight fitting skirt down her shapely legs, 'I ah have to go to the little girl's room, won't be long.'
'No problems at all, I'll watch your drink.' Sam smiled back, watching as the strange woman sashayed out of the room. Sam's fingers glided over his cell phone in his pocket, he thought briefly of ringing Dean and telling him where he was but then he dismissed the thought. He wanted to get more proof first.
'Thanks for drink sitting Sam.' Ruby said as she reappeared in front of Sam, moving faster than he realised.
'My pleasure, so what do you do Ruby?'
'Oh a little of this and that.' Ruby winked at him and ran her hand along his thigh, 'and everything in between.'
Sam squirmed under her touch but fought to stay in control, 'so ah you must meet all sorts of people.'
'Yeah I guess,' laughing throatily she let her fingers brush past his growing bulge under his jeans before withdrawing her hand. 'Another beer?'
'Yeah sure.' Sam said breathing a sigh of relief as he downed the rest of his beer. 'Then I had better be going.'
'Oh do you have to run off so soon?'
'Soon, not yet but in a little while.' Sam accepted the drink from Ruby, a crease appeared on his forehead, and his brows dipping in a frown, the drinks just seemed to appear in Ruby's hand. Sipping his beer slightly Sam pretended to watch the bikers play pool while he tried to regain control of his body.
'Sam you okay Hon?' Ruby asked her fingers playing lightly along his arm while she spoke.
'Hot, feeling a little hot and ... oh god I think I'm gonna...' Sam stood up and felt the room sway around him, 'gonna be sick.' He mumbled as he lurched towards the men's bathroom.
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Sam opened his eyes and immediately regretted it, the bright light blinding him. Moaning he went to roll over on his side and his frown deepened when he realised that he was immobile. 'What the fuck?' he growled, rolling his head to the side he glanced up at his right wrist, a leather thong looped around it fastened him tightly to the bedhead, after a few minutes of inspection Sam realised that both of his hands and his ankles were tied by leather thongs to the bedhead and end.
A blast of cold air made him shiver, 'ah damn no.' He muttered someone must have stripped him when he was unconscious. 'Another fine mess Sammy.' He berated himself.
Straining Sam tried to take in his surroundings; the bed seemed to be in the centre of the room, a bare light bulb burnt brightly directly above him, the window had boards hammered over it the rest of the room seemed unadorned.
'Nice to see you awake Sam.' Ruby said as she strode into the room, dressed in a tight leather corset, high-cut shorts, and thigh high soft leather boots with stiletto heels. 'I thought I might have given you too much there for a while.'
'Where am I?'
'Hmm my playroom.'
'How did I get here?'
'You do ask a lot of questions don't you Sam Winchester.'
'How do you know ... what makes you think that's my name?'
'Oh I have a friend who knows you and your brother rather intimately.' Ruby grinned as she leaned over Sam and lightly stroked his bare chest, 'oh by the way just how is Dean doing? That tattoo must be a real bitch by now.'
'What did you do to my brother?'
'Oh I did ... nothing really, nothing why do you want me too?'
'Let me up bitch.' Sam spat out.
'Oh watch that potty mouth Sammy, not a nice way for a young man to speak.'
'I have a few more if you really want to hear a potty mouth.' Sam said grinning mirthlessly, 'believe me.'
'Now that is not nice I think I might have to teach you some manners.' Ruby cooed as she brought a ball gag from behind her back.
'What the fuck?' Sam gasped but was unable to fight back or say anything else as she forced the rubber ball into his mouth and tied the leather straps tightly behind his head.
'Now that's better, nice, and quiet, and when you learn to speak nicely I might take it off.' She ran her sharp fingernails down his chest, long bloodied furrows in their wake.
Sam glared up at her, his green eyes darkening with anger refusing to show her his pain, a door slamming shut made him shiver and try to crane his neck enough to see who else had joined this sick little party.
'Hello Sammy, miss me?' the familiar gravely voice sent shivers coursing down Sam's spine.
Shaking his head violently Sam tried to swallow on his rising fear but the ball gag made him choke.
'Calm down Samuel, believe me this is for your own good.' Decebal said as he moved to stand next to the bed, he leant over and planted a sloppy kiss on Sam's cheek, 'oh how I have missed the taste of you.' He whispered in Sam's ear, nipping at his ear lobe and then he moved down to run a finger along the bloody scratches, Sam shuddered violently and felt his stomach revolt as he watched the demon lick his finger clean.
'Ooh poor baby, you don't feel good huh?' Decebal fussed over his prisoner, 'take the gag off Ruby, Sammy has learnt his lesson haven't you Sam.'
'But Decebal you promised that I could keep this one to play with.' Ruby pouted prettily, 'he has to learn not to swear it's not polite.'
'And he will but I have a feeling that if you leave his gag in, he'll choke on his own vomit and die, and we don't want that do we?'
'No I guess not.' Ruby sighed as she undid the leather straps and yanked the ball from Sam's mouth. Taking flakes of skin from his lips with it, wincing he gulped in deep breathes and tried to calm his stomach but failed and felt the small amount of stomach contents rush up his throat. Unable to sit up or move Sam turned his head just enough as the vomit erupted out of his mouth.
'That is gross Samuel.' Decebal chided his young captive, 'and stinky.'
Sam moaned in response as he felt the next retch clutch at his stomach and expel the last remnants of food and acid from his stomach. His own upper body now felt wet and sticky and smelt disgusting.
'Get someone in here to clean him up now,' Decebal roared, 'honestly Samuel you are going to have to control that stomach of yours.'
'Go fuck yourself.' Sam groaned.
'Hmm maybe later,' Decebal grinned lasciviously, 'so once you are cleaned up, we will talk, we have a lot to catch up with.'
Sam glared at the demon, silently berating himself repeatedly for letting himself get sucked in so quickly to Decebal's web again.
After a blank faced pretty boy finished cleaning Sam up he was placed into a wheelchair and had his wrists and ankles tied to the frame once again. An all encompassing weariness assailed Sam, his bones ached, and a chill set in, causing him to shiver uncontrollably once again.
The pretty-young boy pushed Sam out of the room and down a short hallway to the double doors at the end; the opulent office started Sam as he gazed around at the rich dark mahogany furniture and the blood red drapes covering the bay window.
'Nice digs huh Sam?'
'What did you do win a demonic lottery?'
'Oh funny Sammy, no it seems that there is money to be made in bondage, go figure.' Decebal said as he stood up and walked around his large desk towards Sam, 'oh my dear boy you're chilled.'
'Yeah well, I guess that's what happens when you're naked and sick.' Sam shot back as another wave of shudders ran through his body.
A blanket appeared over Sam's knees and another around his shoulders with just a wave of Decebal's fingers, 'shame though blocking such a gorgeous view,' the demon pouted slightly, 'but oh well we will have time for that later.'
'What do you want Decebal?'
'Hmm how long have you got?' Decebal laughed, 'but seriously Sam, tell me how is your brother doing? Is he enjoying his new ... adornment?'
'What the fuck have you done to my brother Decebal?' Sam growled, 'and how did you survive the explosion?'
'I just wanted your brother to understand something ... personal and well after your wonderful little display of power before did put me out of action for a short while but hey I'm back, bigger and better than ever before!' Decebal crowed with pride then he squatted down in front of Sam and regarded his prisoner with a more serious gaze. 'So tell me Sam just how is that gorgeous brother of yours?'
'He's fine.' Sam snapped averting his gaze from Decebal's when he felt the talon like claws dig into his chin and then his face turn to face the demon.
'And the tattoo?'
'What did you do to it Decebal?'
'Oh nothing really ... oh you know how I hate to keep secrets,' Decebal giggled, 'the tattoo is magically charged, it will continue to grow and intensify in colour until your brother is calling for me to release him. Once the trigger is released in his mind he will know what to do.'
'Which is?' Sam asked a gnawing feeling of dread in his empty stomach causing the muscles to cramp tightly.
'To come to me, if he doesn't then the tattoo will slowly suck the life right out of him, the weaker he gets the stronger the tattoo becomes and more intense the heat. I am the only one who can save him.'
'Why?'
'Why what?'
'Why do that to him?'
'He has to learn his place and so do you Samuel.' Decebal snapped, his mood swings making Sam dizzy, 'you are going to learn that no matter what I own you both body and soul.'
'And if fishes were wishes...' a sharp slap across his cheek silenced Sam's sarcastic retort.
'You really don't want to push me Sammy,' Decebal threatened him, twisting his fingers in Sam's hair he wrenched his head back painfully, 'now I'm going to let Ruby have some playtime with her new toy ... you.'
'No, no Decebal ...' Sam cried out despite his resolve not to react emotionally to the demon's taunts.
'Dear boy you are scared of a little girl?'
'She is no little girl Decebal, she's a dominatrix, and no I don't want to play with her.'
'What a shame.' Decebal sighed mockingly, 'because it doesn't really matter what you want and I am going to watch so you're just gonna have to put up with it.'
'Watch it? You really are a sick bastard you know that.' Sam spat the words into Decebal's face, earning himself another sharp tug of his hair straining his neck to almost breaking point. Decebal lowered his face and kissed Sam hard on the lips biting and licking until Sam started to gag.
'That is not nice Samuel.' Decebal let go of Sam's hair and pushed his head forward with enough force to cause damage to Sam's neck. 'He's all yours Ruby.'
TBC
