All the Wicked Little Things Pt 4

Fandom: Supernatural/CSI X-over

Pairings/Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer Gil Grissom, Jim Brass, Catherine Willows, Nick Stokes, Warrick Brown, David Phillips, OCs, (John/Bobby, Sam/Dean, Gil/Nick, John/OFCs (rape) Nick/OFCs (rape)

Ratings: FRAO

Warnings: M/M sex, bondage, rape, violence.

***Note***This is a dark fic, it contains angst, violence and young adolescent girls engaged in the sexual torture and rape of several adult men, including one girl raping her own father.

Gil stood at the glass doors of Saint Mary Magdalene hospital's Intensive Care Unit. The staff had rushed Nick up to the seventh floor as soon as Warrick had pulled the car into a parking place. Jim Brass was already at the hospital and Gil could see Catherine standing beside him. Warrick's hand was hovering near Grissom's arm and Gil was grateful because, truthfully, he was afraid he'd fall right over with that smallest touch, that slight connection to reality in what seemed like a totally unreal situation.

Nick was still unconscious when they walked in the room. Catherine moved from Jim's side almost instantly coming over to where Gil stood but he couldn't look at her. His attention was focused on the still form swathed in a blue hospital gown and white blankets.

Nick was still and Gil thought that he might go insane from that. Nick, his Nicky, was never still. Even in his sleep the younger man moved and twitched as if his body couldn't give up that restless energy that Nicky always seemed to possess. It had driven Gil to distraction when the two men had first started sleeping together, now after almost a year of cohabitation Gil found that Nick's restless nighttime movements amused him. He shot Jim a look hoping that he didn't look as bad as their friend. But something in Jim's sad, dark eyes made Gil think that he wouldn't want to see himself in a mirror right now.

"How…" Gil stuttered then paused, what did he want to say, 'How is he; How did this happen; How could anyone do this to someone I love so much?' Nothing seemed to come out and Gil felt the world slipping away.

Then Jim's big warm palm caught Gil's elbow, curved around the bare skin where the shirt sleeve was pushed up and Gil crumpled. A hollow sob broke from his chest and Gil was weeping like he couldn't remember weeping in years.

Catherine moved to Gil's side gently brushing the captain's hand away from their friend's arm. Gil turned toward the woman visibly struggling to pull himself together. In a few minutes he was able to nod and she smiled gently at him.

"Gil, I ran the rape kit myself and took all the photos. Nick has a large amount of flunitrazepam in his system. According to the doctor that's what is making him so sick. He just couldn't handle the drug. We're running the same tox screens as we did on the other two vics, but frankly Gil I think that we'll find the same thing. Also Nick has some bruising and two injection sites on his penis. So I think he was raped as well. I'm sorry as hell Gil, but you need to know what's going on."

Jim stepped aside as she hustled Gil into a chair at the bedside. Gil glanced as his lover's pale washed out face and sighed. This was going to be hard on Nick, hard on both of them but whatever he had to do to get Nicky through this Gil was willing to do.

"I need to find out how soon Nicky is going to be awake, "Gil said softly.

Jim winced.

"Yeah, I asked the docs, they don't know for sure yet. They're giving him some intravenous crap to leech the drugs out of his blood, but it'll take a while. Nick might not wake up until tomorrow."

Dean pulled the Impala into the motel where they were staying. He could see his father's truck in a spot just below the stairs leading up to the side by side rooms they had rented. It was only three-thirty in the afternoon and he wondered if the older men were in the room or roaming around one of the small bars across the street.

Sam threw the door open and trotted across the asphalt to the stairs. He was up to the second floor before Dean could roll out of the car. Pausing he watched his brother's lanky form as the younger man pulled to a halt outside of the door to his Dad's and Bobby's room them flinch.

Grinning Dean hustled up the stairs and slid onto to the landing behind Sam, blocking his brother's escape. Then he reached around the other man's body leaning into grasp the doorknob. Sam shot him a slightly panicked look, the elbowed his brother in the ribs.

"Come on…they're…you know, doing it. I heard Dad. God, I hate it when they do that, can't they be quiet."

"Now Sammy a man has his needs…"

"He's our father. He should be all stoic and loyal and brave," Sam stuttered to a halt as John's muffled voice carried through the door.

"Oh God! Bobby!"

Dean grinned wider. "And thrifty, reverent and clean? Are you talking about the same man who raised us?"

Shoving against Dean's chest Sam dislodged his brother enough to move away from the door. "Well, he should be the strong silent type. You know John Wayne…"

"With a boyfriend?" Dean snorted. Sam sighed.

Leaning against the door Dean listened for his father's voice again. This time John sounded more breathless, his voice tighter as if he was tensing up. Sam gulped at the images that produced in his mind and cringed. Wagging his eyebrows Dean gave the knob a quick vicious twist then rapped loudly on the door.

"Fuck off and die…"

Now his father's voice had more of its natural tenor and aggression. Dean grunted giggled madly. Slapping Sam on the shoulder he sauntered down the landing to his and Sam's own room yanking the key out of his pocket.

Slapping Sam's shoulder again Dean motioned to the diner across the street. With a quick glance at the door to the room the two older men shared Sam nodded.

"Yeah, we'll give them a little while then call. I can't see any other alternative to who could be doing this but some of the female tenants at the apartment building. But which ones?"

Dean grunted. "I'm hoping that it is not the Barbie Doll Coven. How would that look on our resume'? And Dad'll go psycho if we have to off a bunch of kids."

Sam nodded. "According to the legends that I researched we might not have to off them at all. All we have to do is stop the ritual before it comes to a conclusion and the spell the girls have cast to resurrect the goddess will fail. But even so doing that has some nasty consequence for the coven. They won't come out this unscathed."

Casting a look at his brother over his shoulder Dean frowned. "What do you mean stop the ritual before its conclusion? How is the ritual concluded? Two of the men died but from what we've uncovered that was accidental."

"I think the first man died because the girl's screwed up the ritual some way. The one that was supposed to receive the seed didn't perform and the goddess killed the guy as a warning. The second one, the teacher, died from a drug overdose. That was the girls' fault but they were able to complete the ritual before he died…"

"Complete the ritual?"

Sam nodded blushing, "Yeah the man has to…ejaculate. If the girls can't get him to finish they haven't collected seed for the goddess' new body so the ritual fails. The goddess goes back to whatever otherworldly place and waits for a new coven. But she doesn't go quietly and she takes her servants with her."

"So these girls just up and disappear?"

Nodding Sam pulled the door to the diner open and walked inside, "Yep, they go to serve her in her world. Vanish without a trace and will never be seen again."

"Can't say I'd be sorry to see them go."

Sliding into a seat Sam grimaced at the other man, "Dean, we're talking about a group of teen-aged girls, children."

"Children who have raped three men. One of the girls raped her own father for god's sake. If they don't want to pay the price for what they're doing they should have stayed out of it in the first place."

Sam slid into the booth. Dean lifted the menu. Quickly he glanced down the plastic pages before smiling up at the woman who came to stand beside the table. She smiled at him shifting her shoulders so that her boobs caught the reflection of the light just right shimmering under the gauzy white of her blouse.

Rolling his eyes Sam cleared his throat then did it again when he failed to deflect her attention off his brother. With an annoyed glare Sam kick Dean under the table then grinned when his brother gasped and cursed. The woman's eyes grew round and she shot Sam a cool glance.

"You want something, honey?"

Now Dean was grinning at Sam like a loon and the younger Winchester rolled his eyes yet again "Yeah how about a burger, fries and a beer?"

Dean sighed "You got no imagination Sammy; I want the barbequed pork sandwich and a beer too. Oh and fries. Do you have the spicy ones, and don't forget onions on the sandwich lots and lots of onions."

Sam flinched "Dude I am not riding in the car with you anytime soon."

When he was finished with his food Dean looked up. Bobby appeared at the door wandering across the room. Quietly he slid into the booth beside the younger man. With a grin Dean shoved a menu across the table.

"So where's Dad?"

Bobby grunted "He wasn't hungry so he decided to go back over to the apartment building a take another look around."

Frowning Sam dropped the last of his burger on the plate "Bobby, you should have called us first."

Dean nodded "Yeah we think that the coven is at the building. Sam is pretty sure that the coven is a group of teen-aged girls. They've already raped three men and killed two of them."

Paling Bobby slammed the menu down on the table, "But they might not go after your daddy. He's a little older that the other three guys."

Shaking his head Sam urged the other two out of the booth, "Dean get the check. Hurry we've got to get out to that building. Dad may be older that the other three men but he fits the physical profile."

Sam and the older man walked out to the Impala while Dean paid the bill. Sam leaned back against the passenger side door while the two men waited. "Look Bobby all the men are tall, medium build with dark brown hair and brown or hazel eyes."

"Well hell, Sammy, if it came down to it you fit that profile too."

"Yeah, but I'm not the one over there alone, Dad is."

Gil Grissom sat stiffly beside the bed gazing at Nick's face. The younger man was still unconscious but his vital signs were stable, and Gil was grateful for that. Catherine was all but dozing in a chair on the opposite side of the bed, and although Gil was grateful for her presence as well there was no point in all of them being there.

"Catherine," Gil whispered and her head jerked up.

"I wasn't asleep," she mumbled stiffly and Gil smiled. Face flushing with embarrassment the woman offered him a sheepish grin in return. "I'm sorry, Gil."

"Don't be."

"I want to be here for you Gil and for Nicky too."

"You have been Catherine, but you need to go home and get some sleep. If I know anything Warrick or Greg or Jim will be by soon. I…we…won't be alone."

There was a shuffling sound and then a quiet cough. Gil froze and Catherine's eyes widened; both of them turned together and stared at the figure on the bed. Nick's soft brown eyes blinked and then he grimaced. Gil bolted from the chair sliding onto the edge of the bed and grasping the younger man's hand close to his chest. Nick managed a weak grin.

Catherine rose unsteadily and poured a plastic tumbler full of water carrying it to her friend's side. She stooped over offering it to Nick and Gil slid his hand behind Nick's shoulder propping him up. He gulped at the water then sank back, shaking and pale.

"Try not to move too much. I know that drugs hit you pretty hard," Gil said and for once there was no protest from his lover. That made Gil's stomach twist. "Should I call the nurse?"

"No," Nick said quietly. With a sigh he sat back, "I don't remember anything at all."

Gil took Nick's hand again, "Don't worry about that now."

"No, I need to talk to Jim. I was at the apartment building and there were some girls, kids watching me.'

Cocking his head Gil frowned, "Girls?"

"Yeah a whole slew of them," Nick blushed when his accent came out and now Gil smiled softly. Swallowing Nick continued, "A bunch of girls, six of them maybe. But they were kids Gil no more than fourteen or fifteen."

"Did they say something to you? Tell you something?" Catherine asked quietly pulling her call phone out a pocket. "I'm calling Jim."

"Do you remember anything else?" Gil cast a glance at the woman standing at the foot of the bed. Nick shook his head then winced. Gill quickly patted his hand.

"Not much, I was working on the floor, but I left my water in the basement. It was hot and one of the girls offered me a can of Coke. It was opened, and I should have stopped. But they were just little girls Gil. I didn't think…"

"Its all right Nicky, don't worry about it. You're here and safe and Jim will take care of it. He'll figure it out. So don't you worry about it."

Sitting his coffee cup down on the floor John leaned forward studying the rough weave of the carpet and sighed. It was too dirty and too worn to provide any good footprints. The cops that had gone over the place earlier had probably found the same thing. He shifted feeling the tension in his neck and shoulders, and wished that Bobby was here with him.

A sound just behind him caused John to turn, and he could see that the door to one of the apartments was opened, just a bit. Open just enough for a young girl to poke her head out.

He frowned raising a hand then motioned to the coffee cup sitting on the floor. The lid looked askew and John frowned.

Quickly he retrieved the cup taking a healthy swallow. The little girl poked her head out more. Suddenly the door was filled with little girls, all gawking at him with unblinking eyes. John drained the lukewarm coffee tossing the cup into the corner by the door, offering the girls a quirky grin. He shrugged when they just stared at him. Turning away John could still feel their eyes on him.

"Don't you all have to go to school or something?" he snapped. The tallest of the three visible girls shoved her friend out of the door then raked John with cold eyes.

"School gets out at two o'clock."

John sighed looking across the hall at the gaggle of little girls huddled in the doorway to the apartment. Briefly he wondered did a group of girls constitute a gaggle? He supposed they could just like geese. And something about the tallest girl in the group reminded John of a gander. Tall, slender and long-necked she had the pinched look of an old maid in the making. He flushed, ashamed of the thought.

Trying to ignore them John stooped low studying the ground for tracks, but his mind kept pulling him back to the girls. They hadn't moved were still watching him intently and that kept his mind in a whirl.

The smaller of the two lead girls was staring at John. Not with admiration or awe but with something slimier, like a woman assessing him from a barstool. Not that that had happened often, he didn't let it. But Dean had picked up his dog and pony show from somewhere, and John ruefully had to admit it was probably his old man.

John tried to shake off the uneasy feeling the girl's lingering stare was giving him. But every time he looked up, her big, soft doe-eyes were on his body as if she was trying to assess what he might look like under his clothes.

John hadn't given in to the urge too many times, but he had once in a while, when he was missing Mary too much. John hadn't had Dean's glib way, his showy grand gestures or smooth talking. His style was more direct and more singular. When John picked up a woman in a bar there was no surprise about how things were going to go. Not that he was aggressive or had ever forced anything on anyone. But there was no second call, not even the promise of one, and he had never stayed around to watch the sun come up. Still John mused he always made sure he left them with a smile on their face.

Now, there was only Bobby, and that thought made John utter a muffled snort of laughter. It was down right unimaginable that the one person, since Mary, to whom John had ever muttered the words, 'I love you', was Bobby Singer.

His mind was drifting. John shook his head. He felt disconnected, away from the dirty, worn carpets and the closed in hallway. Suddenly he tried to rise, but his legs just wouldn't unfold. Gasping he fumbled his cell phone out of this pocket and punched in the number for Bobby's phone. He could hear the older man's voice on the other end, but his vision was fading out. John toppled forward and his cell phone slipped from his numb fingers, sliding over the carpets and against the wall.

Bobby's cell phone rang just as they made it to the Impala. He shuffled it out of his pocket with a grunt. Sam pulled to a halt watching with hooded eyes as the older man, nodded brusquely.

"That was Dave Phillips in the coroner's office. He says that the cop that was raped woke up. Vegas PD is on its way out to that apartment building and we'd better get there first."

Nodding Dean slid behind the wheel of the car and cranked the engine up.

John came awake with a half-strangled groan. His arms were aching and his head felt like it was about to split wide open. He could see dark walls around him and knew he was in the basement again. Noise distracted him from the heaving of his stomach and slow dull pain creeping down his arms from the shoulder.

With another groan he shifted and panicked when his arms remained pulled tight above his head. John could feel the burn of muscle and the slick wet of sweat beneath the nylon ropes stretching his arms over his head. He jerked and the noise to his left halted.

Grunting he turned as much as he could and caught sight of them the same little girls in the hall upstairs and suddenly John's stomach rolled violently. He heaved turning his head so that he wouldn't choke to death on his own vomit. Still he felt miserable as white frothy, foul smelling crap clung to his chin and cheeks.

"Yuk," one of the girls said gravely, but she stepped into John's line of vision stooping down to wipe at his face with a clean white bath towel. He tried to summon enough presence of mind to speak, but whatever drugs they had give him kept calling him down to darkness. He fought against the soothing numbness.

"He's awake," the girl snapped at her friend, the taller girl, the old maid. Maybe not old maid John thought as she reached for the button of his jeans.

"Yeah, yeah I only had three pills left. Even if he remembers and maybe he won't, he won't go to the police or say anything. We can claim he came after us, that he's a child molester or something."

A kind of dull acceptance settled over John as the girls worked his jeans off his hips and down to the knee. He felt his face go hot when he remembered he wasn't wearing any underwear, but that didn't seem to bother the girls. The acted like it was nothing they hadn't seen before. And John choked then, his stomach roiling. The thin gauzy veil of drugged equilibrium was falling away and he realized that he must have puked up whatever they had slipped him. Anger began to pull at him, rouse him. John jerked at the ropes again, hearing the dull whine and slap of the nylon against the concrete floor, but not feeling enough slack to work his hands free. Shuffling around he tried to bend his knees push against the floor and make some slack when he realized that his feet were bound as well.

"Just be still, maybe you'll be the last."

John felt disgust crawling over him as she raked her fingers through his hair. He shivered involuntarily and she took it for interest and laughed. There was something so cold in her face, something that no child should ever have that John felt like gagging again. Steeling himself he was determined that whatever they did to him he wasn't giving in. He wouldn't get it up for them, not for little girls. That wasn't who he was. But the tall girl took that decision out of his hand when she scooped up a bottle and a hypodermic needle crouching down at his side. He flinched when the needle bit into his skin. And then he flinched again with the second injection.

John fought as long as he could even with the smaller girl petting him, stroking his hair like a rider calming a skittish horse. Finally one of the other girls came forward, small and pretty, a little china doll. But John grunted as she threw a leg across his hips and mounted him. He gasped fighting; jerking the ropes until his wrists bled and when he slid inside her it was all he could not to puke again. Oh god, he was having sex with a child.

Chest heaving John lifted his head up and slammed it back against the concrete. Lightening crackled behind his closed eyelids and he rolled back hanging limp in the ropes. The girl riding him leaned forward touching his forehead. Cringing she turned his head frowning at the smear of blood on the symbol.

"He knocked himself out. I don't know if he'll finish. I don't know if I can make this work the way it's supposed to."

Bernice grumbled shoving at Carol, "It worked okay with the others. They were unconscious and they still came."

Carol flinched at the word, blushing. "But they didn't do it on purpose. He's not responding and he's bleeding. What if he dies?"

Blind panicked colored Bernice's pinched features, "He's got to. He has to finish or the ritual isn't complete. You know what happens then, make him do it. Keep trying."

Two of the other girls were crying openly know milling around the bound man in confusion. Carol looked helplessly at her friends then rocked against the man beneath her. He wasn't as hard now as he had been, maybe the pain or the blood loss had worn him out, but she could feel that he was slipping out.

"Oh god what are going to do?"

The earth rumbled then, the building jerking and rocking around them. Several of the wooden crates tumbled and fell, splitting open, scattering their contents on the floor. Carol uttered a shrill little scream and pushed herself up and off John.

A second more violent jolt rattled the walls and the basement seemed to shift violently back and forth. The girls scrambled back, away from the prone body on the floor, then gasped as the concrete seemed to warp, and fold like a giant sheet of cloth. The symbol on the floor cracked.

An eerie blue light began pouring out of the crack as another quake jolted the building. The light swirled bathing the room in a sickly pale glow. The girls jumped way from the symbol tearing at their robes trying desperately to find their street clothes amid the wreckage of the boxes and crates.

The Impala pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building just as the first quake struck. A stream of residents was pouring out of the front doors of the building and the boys and Bobby had fight to get inside.

Sam motioned to the stairs, "The apartment was on the seventh floor. Do we risk the elevator?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah for now. We've got no choice; we need to find Dad."

The doors parted on the seventh floor and all three men spilled into the hallway. From down the corridor Dean could see the door to David Parker's family's place and across the hall the doors to the freight elevator.

They ran the hundred feet or so to the doors. The heavy metal doors were gaping open, wedged on something in the floor. Sam bent down jerking at the small metal object, and grimaced. In his hand was the mangled remains of his father's cell phone.

"The basement," Sam whispered. Dean turned.

"We checked the basement earlier, "Bobby interjected but Sam shrugged him off.

"It's got to be. Dad was talking to you when his phone went dead before, right?"

Bobby nodded "Yeah John was pretty sure the coven was here."

Sam pushed the button to the lower level, "Then he was in the basement and they caught him and he dropped the phone in the elevator or he was in the hall and they caught him and he dropped the phone. One way or another we head to the basement."

Shimmering colors danced around the room, the girls froze in place as a figure rose up out of the broken floor. She was tall, iridescent blue and so cold. Carol dropped her robe stepping back as the figure reached out for her.

"You failed me little one."

"I…we…tried."

"There is no try you came into this knowing what would happen if you failed. You will serve me in my world."

"No!" Bernice cried trying to evade the grasping hands. But her body stiffened eyes rolling up in her head as the goddess caught her by the neck.

Carol watched her friend tremble and whimper as her body melted into cold blue light. Stepping back she tried to ward off the dark figure.

"We're just children."

"This was not child's play. If you could not accomplish the task set to you you should not have begun. There is a price to pay for everything in this life my darling, my price is just higher than most."

Screams rent the air as the girls drifted, faded into nothingness. At the far end of the room the elevator doors sprang open and Bobby, Dean and Sam tumbled out. Bobby was the first across the room, kneeling down beside the still, prone form.

Sam stooped over pressing his fingertips to his father's neck. He uttered a sigh when he felt the thin thready pulse.

"He's alive."

Both younger men set about cutting the ropes binding their father, studiously avoiding looking at his bared flesh. Bobby gently tugged John's jeans up when the boys had his hands and feet free. It took all three men to hustle John to his feet. He leaned heavily against Bobby as they headed for the rear door to the basement.

Bobby was behind the wheel of the truck waiting while Dean pulled the Impala around to the back alley. He cast a worried glance over at John but the younger man was lost in thought. Bobby frowned John looked too pale and drawn for his liking.

The Impala pulled slowly out of the parking lot and Bobby pulled onto the road behind it. The had to pull over briefly for the emergency vehicles to pass but no one stopped them or even looked in their direction.

Dean and Sam sat at the small table in the older men's room while Bobby shoved John into the shower. Both older men appeared freshly washed and dressed in clean clothes, although they were both dressed only in boxers and t-shirts. Dean flinched. It was a testament to John's state of mind that he let himself be seen in that state of undress in front of his sons.

Bobby pushed John down on the bed and jerked his chin at the two younger men. Sam frowned but rose patting his brother on the knee. Dean seemed unwilling to go, but finally surrendered knowing that there were some things that his father would talk about with Bobby that he would never open up about in front of his sons.

Bobby watched the connecting door between the two rooms swing firmly closed then leaned back against the headboard of the bed. Reaching across the bed he grasped John firmly by the arm and tugged. The other man slid across the bed without so much as a word of protest or an ounce of energy spent trying to shake the older man off. That made Bobby feel about as bad as anything he could remember in a long while.

"She was just a little girl, Bobby." John mumbled. He looked sick, pale and haunted in a way that had nothing to do with all the ectoplasmic crap they had dealt with.

"It wasn't your fault, Johnny," Bobby whispered running his fingers through John's hair. The other man looked like he wanted to bolt, wanted to get away but Bobby just wrapped him up tighter. "They drugged you and forced you."

Bobby didn't use the word rape, but John understood what he meant. "They were just children. How could they get involved in such a thing?"

Sighing Bobby slid his arm tighter behind John's back, pulling the other man closer. John struggled briefly them sank down, curling around the other man's body, holding tight.

"Some people are just too weak to resist evil. Even children want. Most people don't want to see it, but evil is out there and we have to do our best."

"Best at what?"

"Fighting all the wicked little things that come our way."

Gil sat in the hard polyurethane chair beside Nick's bed. He glanced at the younger man's silent face knowing that Nick was not asleep. He smiled when his lover finally opened his eyes. Nick struggled upright patting the bed beside him. Gil rose dropping the journal he was reading onto the seat of the chair.

"Jim went to the Parker's apartment building. He said there was an earthquake. Most of the basement was wrecked, and there are some missing children."

Nick frowned, "I remember. It was the girls, Gil. Six teenaged girls. They are the ones that…." Nick paused swallowing hard. Gil grasped his lover's hand twining his fingers through Nick's.

"You don't have to remember now. We can get through this Nicky."

Smiling Nick scrubbed his hand over his face, wiping at the hot tears on his cheeks. "I think that I need to remember Gil. I need you to help me. These girls took from me; I want what they took, back."

"They took the choice away from you. They used your body and they took your freedom of choice away, but they didn't take any part of you."

Sighing Nick dragged the older man's hand out of his lap pressing a kiss on the fingers gripping his tightly. "They couldn't take any part of me, all that I am belongs to you."

The End