In this chapter will contain flash back on what Sam went through with Sinclair, even with what he had to go through with Lucifer. There will be touching without consent on Sam's part, he has no control on what Sinclair is about to do.

Walking down the path towards the car, Sam kept thinking on what he'll say to his brother. Once when he arrived back at the cabin, he was going to call Dean and have a talk with him. He misses his brother but at the same time he's still upset with Dean, he didn't understand what Sam went through while being with Sinclair. All Dean cared about was killing Abaddon and the little high he was on, and completing good deed for the day. Dean never once noticed the bruises on Sam's wrists when he held Sam to the wall, or the one on his neck when he choked him until he almost blacked out; both marks very noticeable. Sam shivered at the image that went through his mind, shaking his head to clear that picture, he focused back on walking to the car.

Hearing a rustling sound from behind, Sam slowed his pace; reaching for the knife he kept hidden at the small of his back. Slowly he turned around with his hands at his sides, knife in his right hand ready to strike. Listening carefully he glanced around his surroundings to see where the noise had came from, hearing more rustling to his right, Sam took a deep breath and stood his ground. Hearing the noise getting closer Sam stepped back ready to defend himself… when at that moment a rabbit came bouncing out from the undergrowth. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves he chuckled at himself, thankful that Dean wasn't there to see his fright over a harmless rabbit.

Shaking his head with relief, Sam placed the knife back in the waistband of his pants. Turning around, he came face to face with a large man with black eyes. Before he could react, Sam was thrown back, landing hard on the ground. Feeling all his air being pushed out of his lungs, he tried to take deep breaths that wouldn't come to his lungs. Feeling a pair of hands grabbing the front of his jacket, Sam was roughly lifted up and slammed into a tree hitting his head hard. Shaking the black dots from in his vision and taking a deep breath for air, Sam glared at the Demon in front of him. The Demon shoved him again into the tree hard enough to nearly knock Sam unconscious. Trying to catch his breath Sam knew he had to do something, his hand traveled towards the pocket of his jacket reaching into his jacket pocket, reaching desperately for the flask of holy water he kept there. Keeping his eyes on the Demon that was swimming in his vision, Sam shook his head to clear his mind and ward off the encroaching darkness. Sam almost smiled when his fingers brushed the cool metal side of the flask and he forced himself to move slowly, carefully. He didn't need the man in front of him know what he was doing, slowly taking the cap off with his index and thumb he held the container to his leg. He felt a shiver go down his spine when the man in front of him smiled, he didn't like that look at all. Feeling one of the hands being moved away from his jacket, the hunter never looked away from the Demon's face. He knew that the Demon was grabbing his weapon to kill him right here, before he could even reach for it Sam splash Holy Water on the man's face.

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When the Demons all heard about the hunt for Sam Winchester some of them were excited, they couldn't wait until they get his hands on the ex-boy king. A handful of them are loyal to Lucifer even though he is in the cage, they wanted their revenge against Winchester for putting him there. When they heard that only the hunter was freed from the cage, they all had a grudge against Sam for being topside. Some of them went looking for him to get pay back for what he did to their Lord, others stayed away from him since he was out and Lucifer was still in. They know something powerful had to get him out of the cage, thinking it was Death they left Sam alone until they found out. As the years went on they found out it was Castiel who got Sam out, so most of them left Sam alone not wanting to get smite by the Angel. Most of them still wanted Sam's head on a platter for all the trouble he has cause, being Lucifer vessel they knew he couldn't be touch until now. So when they heard about this hunt for the younger Winchester they didn't needed to be persuade, they all spread out far and wide looking for him to get their own kind of revenge.

Some went to the North, South, East and West across the country to find the young hunter, all having their own idea of how to deal with him. One certain Demon heard that they saw him in Utah, then in Idaho, he headed in that directions with some of his fellow Demons that were loyal to him. They never listened to Crowley or Abaddon, even though they liked the redheaded Demon better then the self-proclaimed King of Hell. They still did their own things and Abaddon left them alone to do their thing, unlike the blow hard Crowley who had to have everyone under his thumb. Once arriving in Idaho they all spread out through out the state, looking and listening to what the other Demons and Minions were doing on their search. One Demon who was loyal to Lucifer caught wind of where Sam was, he went to the town and did his own search. Walking around town keeping his eyes and ears opening as he strolled, every once in a while he would get the young girls smiling, winking and drooling over him. To him it was mindless on what the humans were doing, he didn't pay any attention to them keeping his focus on Sam.

By the second day he was loosing his patience and getting frustrated in his search, walking up to a group of girls sitting around a table he will asked them.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to bother you young ladies but I'm looking for a man who's about my height, brown shaggy hair, hazel eyes and looks a little boyish." He couldn't help but cringe when he talked that way.

The girls at the table stop talking and stared at the man before them, they couldn't keep their eyes off of him. He was tall with dark brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin; his hair was shoulder length, rugged features with a 12 O'clock shadow on his face. He was well built with board shoulders and chest, wearing a T-Shirt that showed off his muscles, his blue jeans fit tight against his well forum legs. They started to get giggly when they looked at him like school girls having a crush, which made the Demon get annoyed with them. Before he could ask again one of the girls spoke up.

"Uhm, let me see you are looking for a man your size, brown hair and hazel eyes, does he have dimples when he smiles."

"Yes he does have dimples, so you have seen him recently?"

"Kim, remember that man who we saw two days ago at the grocery store, we couldn't stop following him until he caught us looking at him."

"Oh him, dream boy, you're talking about, boy was he handsome and cute-"

"So you did see him two days ago, did he say where he was staying, or going?"

"I think he said something about going to the National Park today, or maybe tomorrow not sure really?"

"You don't know when he will be going to the park then?"

"He said he was going today remember, Cathy? He said something about hiking a trail."

Before any of the girls could finish the Demon walked away from them, so now he knew where Sam was going. Once when he get to the park he will use a finding spell to look for him, getting all the ingredients he needed he laid out a map of the park. Chanting some words to work the spell he light the candle, repeating his words he added the mixture in the bowl on the table. Lighting the match he set the map on fire while he still chanted, as the fire engulf the map his eyes went black, as the fire showed were Sam was.

Arriving at the location he set off down the trail that would lead him to Sam, he kept a sharp eye out for the young hunter. As he walked further into the wilderness he couldn't understand why humans do this, to him it was a waste of time looking at these boring things. Coming around a bend in the path he saw his target, Sam was standing in the middle of the path with his knife out, looking down at some small creature. Sneaking up to him while he was distracted with the creature in front of him, as he turned the man through his arm out in front of him throwing the hunter to the ground. Lifting him up shoving him into the tree hard, the Demon smirk to hear the grunt coming from his captive. Reaching for his weapon that he carried on his right side, he didn't see the water coming his way until it burned his face and neck. Letting Sam go hearing a dull thud he screamed in pain from the burning the water cause, shaking his head to relief the pain he was in he looked down to an empty ground. Glancing around he had to find where Sam went off to so he can kill him, stepping around the tree he cautiously looked around. Stepping further away he check the area for the young Winchester, knowing he couldn't have gotten far in a few seconds. Hearing movement to his right he turned to see a heavy branch coming his way, blocking the swing with his hand he yank it out of Sam's hands.

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When he splashed the Holy Water at the Demon, he didn't have time to catch himself, falling to the ground hard he struggle to get his legs going. Pushing himself behind a boulder so he could catch his breath and clear his vision, Sam looked around for the Demon, finding him still lingering near the tree. Glancing around to find something to throw, Sam spied a baseball-sized rock and he picked it up, tossing it to the far right. Seeing the Demon heading in that direction, Sam grabbed a big thick branch, carefully sneaking up to the man, he swung as hard as he could… Only to have the branch to be pulled out of his hands before hitting the Demon, pulling the knife from his back he stood his ground.

Both men stared each other down as they moved in a circle, like two lions ready for a battle to the death. They were both the same built and height so it was an even fight, having their weapons ready they waited to see who would make the first move.

Seeing that Sam stood his ground the Demon knew that the hunter knew how to fight, since been watching the human over the years. In every fight Sam would fight differently to put his opponent off guard, the only problem is that he does it out of the blue. Knowing this he was going to take it slow at first, then try to get Sam off his game plan.

Keeping a close eye on the man in front of him, Sam had no idea why the Demon would attack him now, he didn't do anything to make any of them come for him. He and Dean hadn't really seen many demons lately thanks to the fact that Crowley was working with the elder Winchester, making it clear to his minions that both Sam and Dean were off-limits. Unless this has to do with Dean killing Abaddon… but that didn't really make sense either. Why didn't the demon go after Dean if he was pissed at him?

"Why are you coming after me? I didn't do anything to bring on this attack."

"You see young Sam there's a story I have to tell."

"Well don't bore me the details or drag it out."

"You see there's once was a fiery red-head Demon called Abaddon, she was one of the knights of Hell that Lucifer made. She wouldn't listen to what anyone told her especially Lucifer, well that didn't go well for our Lord. So he made a knife from the jawbone of an ass and gave it to Cain, the first martyr who committed a sin killing his own brother. With that knife and mark he could kill all the Knights of Hell, so he went out and destroyed most of them except for one. When he tried to kill her he ended up killing his wife instead, which broke him so he went into hiding losing the blade."

"Then here comes your brother and Crowley looking for Cain and the Mark, finding him he takes on the Mark then leaves. Finding that blade he came after our so call Queen killing her, some of us are not happy that he killed her. So we are out for revenge on your brother knowing we can't take him on, since he has the mark and blade some of us are scared of him. So one of us started what Crowley calls it a 'Moose Hunt', who ever kills the Moose we bring his head to our leader. How was that story, Sam?"

"Well, I have to say it's the most boring story I have ever heard, I had nothing to do with the killing of Abaddon. Your so-called Queen was a threat to Crowley not me or my brother, so why not go after Crowley instead?"

"That is just it we would do, naturally, but that little maggot is in hiding at the moment, Crowley has your brother on a leash from what we hear."

"No one has my brother on a leash, especially Crowley. I know how Dean is when he gets things in his mind. He takes orders from no one, especially a Demon; Crowley just wants to use my brother for his own good."

"Are we going to keep talking or fight to the death, cause this talking is going to be the death of me?"

"Make the first move then or are you scared to."

Seeing the anger in the man's eyes, Sam knew he hit a nerve, waiting for the first move Sam was ready for it. Dodging the swing the young hunter swung his fist hitting the man in his ribs, hearing a grunt he swung again hitting him in the face. Stepping away so he could get a better hit on the man Sam was taken by surprise, when a fist came out of nowhere striking him right on the jaw. Stumbling back, trying to get his balance he felt a blow to the back of the head, bringing him to the ground with a hard thud. Trying to get back into the fight he stood on shaky legs holding onto the boulder, he looked over at the man who was charging at him full speed. Side stepping the charging man the hunter picked up a branch, hitting the Demon hard on his back and knocking him off his feet. Sam's head hurt from the blow it took causing his vision to swarm, shaking his head to clear his mind he stood his ground again. Waiting for the man to start to get up kicking him in the ribs, taking another kick to the chest hard. Stepping away from the boulder when his legs could handle his weight, he waited for the next charge.

Getting up off the ground the man glared at the young hunter, thinking he could win this fight made the Demon smirk. Advancing on the hunter he took another swing with his knife, only to have it blocked by the branch falling to the ground. Having no weapon didn't faze the demon one bit so he advance on the young man, blocking the blow he yanked hard on the branch causing Sam to go of it. As he was pushed forward from the pull, Sam was hit hard in the face making him stumble just slightly. Getting his bearings again he faced the Demon, holding his knife out in front of him ready to strike. What he didn't expect was the speed of the big man, before he knew it he was on the ground under his weight. Not having the time to stop the assault fist came in hard and fast, hitting him in the face, head and chest one came after the other. When it stopped he opened his eyes, well one eye since the other one is swollen shut, the man had a knife in his hand looking evilly down at him. Taking the knife he cut open Sam's T-shirt placing the blade on his tender skin, he ran the knife from his left shoulder to his right side rib cage. Hearing the groan from the fallen man, the demon went in deeper slicing to the bone, he got what he wanted, Sam let out a scream of agony, unable to stop himself. Placing the knife in the middle of his chest he'd slice down to Sam navel, keeping the blade there he looked up to see his eyes shut tight from the pain. He smirk at the pain he was causing Sam, he was enjoying so he did it again to his right side of his chest. Stopping he looked down at the man under him, he was going to tell him what he was going to do.

"I'm going to carve you up like a Thanksgiving turkey, then when I'm done your head will come off. Going to put your body parts in a bag deliver them to your brother, so I can see the pain and loss on his face."

"H-he will kill y-you."

"We'll see about that, well I will see about that, since you will be dead."

The Demon was about to cut Sam again when he felt a sharp blow to the head, leaning to the right of Sam he fell to the ground. Looking up he saw one of Crowley's goons looking down at him, he just smirk as he tried to get back up only to be knocked down again. Turning to his left he saw that Sam was gone, which pissed him off big time that his prize left. Getting back up he advance on the other Demon ramming into him hard, knocking them both to the ground.

Sam was ready for more pain to come but instead he felt the weight of the man suddenly lifted from him and, looking up, he saw another Demon standing over him. Panic went through him since he was to weak to fight two Demons, only the new arrival wasn't even looking at him, no, instead it was staring solely at the man who had attacked him in the first place. Realizing that both demons were distracted, Sam knew he had to escape as quickly as possible, not wanting to stay and see who the winner of this new battle might be. Slowly and carefully he rolled to his left and began crawling to the nearby tree, ever so gently he lifted himself up off the ground. Turning around he saw the two Demons fighting each other ferociously; it confused him why they would be fighting each other like they were, they were both demons, he was the enemy. Not wanting to stay much longer and risk being noticed again, Sam headed slowly towards the car listening to the fight and the snarled words coming from behind him. What almost stopped him in his tracks was when he heard one demon claim that Crowley had ordered the demons not to kill him about not killing him. Whatever the King of Hell had said, Sam wasn't going to stick around and ask the winner of the battle questions on the topic. Moving as fast as his injured body would allow, Sam slipped through the forest, praying the demons killed each other and he wouldn't have to worry about either of them.

He almost sobbed when he saw the car just a few feet away, knowing he really had to push himself hard to get there. He was feeling light-headed from the blood lost, his legs were feeling like rubber, his chest and face hurt like hell. Entering the car, he put the keys in and started it up, putting the car in reverse he pulled out of the parking space. Turning onto the road that led out of the park, Sam hoped that no one saw him and wanted to ask questions about his injuries. To his relief there was no Park Rangers or police officers around as he drove back to the cabin; parking in front he laid his head back against the seat for a second to collect himself. With shaking hands he opened the car door, getting out he walked around heading to the porch. Putting the key in the door he open the door, closing it he lean against the door to catch his breath. He had to get to the First Aid kit in the bathroom, pulling himself away; he staggered into the cabin proper, only making it to the bedroom. Supporting himself on the doorframe of the bedroom he only had a few feet to go but his knees had different idea when they gave way falling into the bedroom. He didn't have the energy to get himself back up; he just laid there with no strength left in him. Closing his eyes allowing the blackness to take him under, he could have sworn he heard his brother voice yelling his name.

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Taking a deep breath to calm himself down before he had a panic attack, Dean took three deep breaths letting them out slowly. Feeling his eyes burning with tears and clouding his vision he wipe them away, only to have more tears well up until they ran down his cheeks. He tried to speak to his brother but the lump in his throat blocked the words, his mind was swimming with all the things he had said to Sam. Dean wished that he could take back every hurtful word had he said to his brother while being under the influence of the Blade. Seeing the hurt and betrayed look in Sam's eyes as he yelled at him, now Dean wished he could take back the last two weeks and do it differently. Moving his hand on top of Sam's chest he lowered his head in shame, missing the movement under his brother eyelids and the twitch of his fingers. Lost in his grief he didn't notice the slow rise and fall of his brother's chest, or the soft moan that escaped his lips. Lifting his head to stare at his brother's pale, bruised face, his heart skipped a beat when he saw Sam's eyelids twitch. Moving his hand to his brother's neck, Dean calm himself down, placing two fingers on the artery he waited for a pulse. What felt like hours passed until Dean mercifully felt a weak pulse; Sam was alive! Choking back a sob, the older brother almost shouted for joy. His little brother was still alive though his pulse was weak and sluggish; he knew that was from the blood lost from his wounds. Taking the advantage of Sam being out like a light he needed to get him fix up, lifting his brother into his arms he carried him to the bed.

Once Dean had Sam lying on his back on the bed he pulled off his coat and torn shirts to look at his wounds. Dean frowned at the sight of one particularly long and deep cut, but was thankful that it looked as though he would be able to stitch it up himself without making a trip to the hospital. Getting off the bed, he ran out to the Impala to get the First Aid kit they kept in the trunk before heading into the bathroom to got clean cloths and hot, soapy water. Returning to his brother's side, Dean cleaned the blood from his brother's chest and abdomen carefully with a washcloth dunked in the soapy water; working silently and gently he had to empty the bowl twice to keep the water clean. After wiping off all the blood from his brother's skin, he used antiseptic to clean the wounds before he stitched them up. Putting some bacterial cream on the stitches so no infections would develop, Dean dressed them up in clean gauze then he sat back and waited.

Pulling a chair close to the bed, Dean sat down, keeping a close eye on his sleeping little brother, sighing deeply to calm his frazzle nerves he tried to rein in his emotions. Glancing back to the person sleeping on the bed peacefully, he did a once over to see what kind of damage was done. Besides the bruises on Sam's face that are now turning a deep purple, he noticed some faded ones around his neck and forearms. Frowning, Dean took a closer look at the bruises on his brother's neck, his blood boiling when he saw they were clearly in the shape of fingers, meaning that someone had been strangling his baby brother. By the look of the size of the marks Dean saw that they had been made by a person around his size, seeing most of the bruising was in the front of the neck. Like the person was sitting on his brother's chest when they choked him, the bruising on his forearms were when that person held him down. Who ever did this to his brother didn't want him to move; it infuriated Dean to think that someone would do this to his Sammy. Looking further down his brother's body he saw some more bruises on his wrists, those were newer then the ones on the upper part of his body. How could Dean have missed these before when he got Sam, he didn't remember seeing-

"Damn it! I'm sorry Sammy, I should have check you over once we got back to the Bunker, but no… I just yelled at you and let you walked away. I'm such an ass-what the hell did Sinclair do to you?"

He knew it had to be Sinclair that did this to his brother, since Sam hadn't had these bruises before they found the magician's mansion. Wishing now that he hadn't killed the son of a bitch so quickly when he returned to get Sam back, Dean wanted to make him pay for daring to lay a hand on his brother. Leaving Sam with the magician would keep him safe, Dean had thought, and Sam was safe, from Abaddon, but not from that bastard, the older brother now realized. Glancing down to Sam's jeans, Dean wondered what other kind of abuse he went through, though he really didn't want to invade his brother's privacy he had to know. Reaching for Sam's shoes he unlaced them carefully taking them off, moving up to his waistband of his pants Dean slowly unbutton Sam's jeans, lowering the zipper. Carefully as not to disturb his brother's sleep he gently slid the pants off, tugging at the cuffs of the jeans gently. Seeing no marks on his brother's legs or abdomen he only saw the bruises that were cause from the Demon attack on Sam's chest and ribs. Hating himself for what he was about to do he took a deep breath, ever so gently he lowered Sam's boxers down past his thighs. Dean stopped when he saw discoloration around his sibling's private parts and brought the boxers back up and covered his brother with a blanket. Running a shaking hand through his brother's hair and stopping at his neck, Dean gently rubbed his thumb over Sam's cheek. Stepping away from the man sleeping in the bed, Dean headed towards the back door of the cabin.

Stepping outside he walked a few feet from the building, stopping; he looked up to the clouds. He could feel all the anger, hatred he was feelings towards himself and Sinclair, how could that man to that to his brother, his Sammy? The anger in him was burning hot like a ragging forest fire out of control, ready to destroy everything in its path from its fury. He so wanted to hurt that asshole all over again for what he had done, even hurt himself for letting this happen to his Sammy. He couldn't contain the fire anymore and had to let it out, finding a branch he started to hit a tree with it until he snapped the makeshift bat in two. Looking around, he found another branch, and began hitting the tree hard again, with every hit he saw his brother hurt and alone with that bastard. With the fire that was burning inside of him he could feel the Mark burning, for a second he wondered if the Mark was causing the fire or his big brother instincts were. At that moment he didn't care what was causing it to burn so bad, he was so angry he needed to take it out on something. Looking around for more sticks and not finding any, he yelled at Sinclair even though he wasn't there.

"How could you do that to my brother you fucking asshole? I left him there for you to protect him not abuse him! Wish I could bring back your sorry ass so I can rip it apart! How could you-I trusted you to keep him safe-he was suppose to be safe-not be some-what he went-"

Dean fell to his knees when he felt a sob coming from deep inside his chest, leaning his elbows on his legs, his head in his hands; he cried and screamed until he couldn't anymore.

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FLASHBACK

Walking through the halls of the mansion to find a place to hide from Sinclair, Sam was getting tired of the man following him. When they were together the magician would always get to close to him, always wanted to touch which made him feel uncomfortable. Finding a room, Sam looked around to see if the magician was round and seeing that he was alone, the hunter stepped into the room, seeing a large wooden wardrobe to the right of the threshold, Sam approached the piece of furniture. Opening the door, Sam saw that the wooden wardrobe was large, big enough for him at least, and he step inside. Sitting down with his back against the side of the warderobe he took a deep sigh, it was nice to be finally alone away from the crazy man. Hearing footsteps coming from the hallway and a voice calling to him, Sam stayed quiet and still, listening closely.

"Sam, come out from hiding and lets talk about things that you like, we can have lunch while I listen to you. I'm sorry for what happen yesterday, you didn't leave me any choice, I tried to be nice to you instead you fought me. I just wanted to take a look at you to see how much I could get, I see what I like so I'm keeping you in my collection."

"The longer you stay hidden the worse it will be this time, I will only take so much of your disrespect, Sam. Please, I'm asking you nicely to come and have lunch with me, don't have me ask you again or it will be worse this time."

Knowing that he will get no peace with the man, Sam stepped out of the wardrobe and moving through the room he peeked through the doorway. Seeing Sinclair standing at the opposite end of the hallway, Sam stepped out, calling to the man, he watched the magician turn around. The look he gave Sam made the hunter flinch, stepping back as he came closer, he kept backing up until they were in the sitting room were he and Dean had first spoken with Sinclair. Keeping his distance from the magician, the young man walked up to the table, taking a seat furthest away from the other occupant in the room. The waiter came in with a plate each for him and Sinclair, placing them in front of them the servant walked out of the room. Looking at his food Sam didn't know if he should eat it, he didn't trust the magician and feared he would have put something in it. Watching his guest looking at his food, Sinclair knew what was going through his mind.

"Sam, I didn't poison your food so eat, I know you have to be hunger by now."

"You want me to trust you after what you did to me?"

"You gave me no choice Samuel, I told you I just wanted to check out my goods."

"I am not a trophy to keep Sinclair or your prize possession, I'm a human being who has his own mind. You can't keep me here as a prisoner. I do have rights, I would like to leave this place and go home."

"You are home now, Sam, so get used to being here. The faster you do the easier it will be. Dean left you here, he's not coming back for you, I know he said he would be he's not coming for you."

"If Dean said he's coming back he will be back for me, you don't know my brother like I do. So make it easier for yourself and let me go."

Sam stood up, pushing his plate off the table, sending it crashing to the floor.

Sinclair glared at Sam as he rose from his chair; stepping around the table he stood his ground in front of the taller man.

"I will not take this kind of disrespect in my house Samuel, you will pick up that plate and clean your mess up."

"No, I will not clean up my mess, it can stay there. I am going to leave now so stay the hell out of my way."

Sam walked around the other side of the table from Sinclair to keep his distance from the man but as he walked to the door he was grabbed by his left forearm. Being turned around roughly, the magician grabbed his right arm in a tight grip, pinning Sam's arms to the side of his body so he couldn't move away. He was taken by surprise at how strong his grip was for a smaller man; he couldn't move his arms from his sides. He started to back away from the smaller man, which only angered Sinclair and Sam felt the grip on his arms grow tighter until he hissed in pain. Feeling panic settle inside of him and his flight instinct kick in, Sam fought against the hold to get away from this threat.

As Sam struggled against Sinclair's hold he could feel his own anger building, he was getting tired of his guest being rude to him. He would have to teach him a lesson again which pained him, he didn't want to keep hurting him like this, but the younger man must learn he could not continue to behave ins such a disrespectful manner. He hate it when he has to put his prize possessions through any kind of pain, but they all needed to be put in their places and Sam was no different.

When he first laid eyes on Sam he knew he wanted him for himself, knowing that the hunter was Lucifer's true vessel, that Demon blood flowed through his veins, unique, one-of-a-kind, he would make one fine trophy. He was not about to give him away, not even to Dean, once when he gets Sam under his control he'll take care of the older brother. He will put a spell on the house that can't be broken into since they found out how to get in the last time but it would not be so easy again. But right now he needs to get Sam where he wants him to be, as a sex slave to feed his needs.

He had enough of Sam's fighting spirit and he's going to break it once and for all, letting go of the man he used his powers to throw Sam across the room. Seeing him crash to the floor with a loud thud Sinclair walked over to him, standing over the fallen man he set on the hunter's chest and placed his hands around Sam's throat. Squeezing as hard as he dared without killing the young man, the magician watched as the hunter fought for air, this got him off as Sam fought to breathe. Letting up on the pressure so Sam could get air into his lungs, Sinclair couldn't keep his eyes of his lips, leaning in he placed a soft kiss on Sam's lips only to have the lips move away from his. This angered him again and applied more pressure on the young man's neck again, watching as the hunter under him clawed at his hands. He didn't let his grip up until he saw the hands slowly move away, seeing Sam's eyes closing he release his hold on his neck. Watching the young man gasp for breath excited Sinclair and he wanted more, lifting himself off Sam's chest he pulled the hunter's shirt up to his shoulders. Rubbing his hands on the young man's bare skin only to have them pushed frantically away when Sam rolled away from him the best he could. Feeling rejected again Sinclair had to do what he didn't want to, placing his hand on Sam's head he watched hunter scream in pain.

Feeling himself being thrown backwards and crashing hard on the floor, feeling the air rush out of his lungs by the impact. Watching as Sinclair walking up to him, Sam tried put failed to move away, feeling weight on his chest made him panic. The next thing Sam felt was hands squeezing his throat, he fought as hard as he could by clawing at the hands. Finally the pressure was released as he took in deep breaths of air, as he took in air to feed his starving lungs he felt lips kiss his. Moving his head away from them so he could get some more air, he felt the hands at his throat again pressing harder this time. He put up as much as a fight as he could in the state he was in, seeing black dots in his vision he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He felt himself detach from his body from the lack of air to his lungs, thinking this would be his last time he let himself go, only to have the hands and weight leave him. Gasping for air that his lungs demanded was not as easy for him as he wished it was, taking as slow breaths as he could since his throat hurt like hell.

Feeling his shirt being lifted up to his shoulders and hands rubbing his chest, Sam turned away the best he could to get away. Being pushed back down he felt a sharp pain going through his head, white hot pain shot through his skull making his vision hazy for a split second. When he opened his eyes he was tied to the rack with Lucifer standing over him.

~~~SPN~~~

Sam felt the heat from the fire that surrounding him while he was tied up to the rack, he knew this place from the other times he was here. It was the torture room Lucifer use to torture all the souls that came his way; lately he used it for his own fun with Sam being the one getting carved up. He sliced Sam up like a turkey in a slaughterhouse, taking his time as he ran the blade over Sam scorched skin. Listening to Sam screams excited the Devil so much that he kept it up, the only time he stopped is when Sam was slice in parts. He would laugh at the anguish he was causing his favorite toy, watching as his blood ran down the ropes and chains that held him to the rack.

Sam felt every tongue of fire that ran through him as he was sliced up, feeling white-hot pain as the blade carved into his body. He tried to keep the screams inside his head as he felt his body on fire; the blade was so hot like Lucifer had held it under the fire before he started to cut Sam. Depends on how Lucifer was feeling on the days he was tied up, he sometimes took his time slicing Sam, other days he did it fast. Depends on how much pain he wanted Sam in, and what kind of mood he was in when he torture him. This time on the rack Lucifer was taking longer then he usually would, taking his time as he gutted Sam slowly. Starting with his intestine as he pulled them out of his body, moving to his stomach, liver, kidneys feeling each part pulled from him. He couldn't stop the screams that ripped from his throat, wishing the pain would go away and he would die right there. Neither happened as he felt the pain through his body, he felt the Devil reach for his heart squeezing it hard before he pulled. When Sam felt himself blacking, out ready to die, he would be laying on the rack whole and unharmed, only to have the torture start all over again.

As he lied on the rack he felt hands moving up and down his chest, like they were caressing him in a loving manner. Trying to get his mind focus from the pain his body was in; Sam tried to move away from the hands. Only to be unable to do so with his body feeling so heavy, his arms and legs felt like lead weights holding him down. When his mind became a little clearer with some of the fogginess leaving, he could tell he wasn't on the rack but on a hard wood floor. The hands were soft as the moved over his chest and stomach, thinking that he was Dean there to comfort him he tried to call his brothers name. Instead it came out as a groan and moan sound from his throat, and the more the hands moved he realize it wasn't his brother. Instead of the warm, caring hands of his big brother, these hands were cold and rough, invasive as Dean's never would be and he didn't want them touching him.

With his mind becoming clearer he heard a voice next to him, talking to him like he was a scared, lost child. Listening to the voice Sam realized who it was and panic went through him and he wanted to move away from the madman but his body wouldn't respond. The hands that were soft and gentle are becoming rougher as the stroke his chest, when they reach his waist he couldn't help the flinch. Finally the mist in his vision cleared completely as he saw Sinclair sitting next to him, watching his hands unbutton his jeans, then pull the zipper down Sam couldn't stop the sob that broke free from his throat. Finding his voice even though it was a whisper, he pleaded with the Magician.

"Pl-ease stop-don't-please don't."

"Sam, I told you I want to check out my possession in any way I can, your body gets me excited, I want to see all of it."

Feeling the sob in his chest when Sinclair started to kiss Sam's neck, he moved down his chest licking and kissing as he went. Pushing Sam's pants past his knees he spread his legs apart, enough to get his hands were he wanted them. Mouthing his private parts Sinclair kept rubbing him, as he inserted his finger he moved them in and out. Sam tried to fight the feeling his body was going through; no matter how hard he tried it was giving Sinclair what he wanted. After getting what he wanted from Sam the Magician kept up his sex game, he wanted to satisfy his needs on what Sam could give him.

The younger man kept pleading him to stop what he was doing; it was causing him pain in more ways then the magician knew. Feeling helpless, unable to stop to violation, Sam could understand why Dean wouldn't want him anymore after this.

The sharp pain that ripped through his body brought him out of his self-loathing thoughts, what Sinclair was doing to him was causing him intense agony. He couldn't stop the screams that ripped through his throat, as he felt something hard being shoved into him hard and fast.

FLASH BACK END

Sam kept on screaming from the pain he was going through, feeling hands on his body he tried to get away from them. His body wasn't listening to him as he tried to move away, his body still felt heavy and weak. He could hear someone talking to him in a panicked voice that confused him, his muddled mind kept thinking it was Sinclair but this voice was different from the magician's. Trying to calm down wasn't as easy as Sam thought, his heart was racing to fast in his chest, and he couldn't take deep breaths, his chest hurt like hell. Hearing the voice again with his mind a little clearer now, he knew it was the voice that made him fell like he was at home. It was the voice of his big brother who could always make him feel so important, the brother who made him feel safe and loved and protected. He tried to do as Dean was asking him the best he could, but the nightmare about Sinclair was clinging stubbornly to his mind. What made him calm down was the warm hands that assuaged his fears, the same hands that he knew so well as a child after a nightmare. Listening to his brother's soft, gruff voice that was a little hoarse at the moment, and the comforting movements of his hands got Sam calm down.

"Sammy, you need to calm down kiddo, your heart is beating too fast and you're practically hyperventilating. Take deep breaths like me, little brother… that's it slow and easy… in and out… that's it you're doing good..."

"D'n, how-you know…"

"This is your big brother, Samantha, who knows everything about you, I knew where you would headed. Sorry, I didn't get here in time Sammy, I thought I almost lost you."

Dean's voice cracked at the end of his apology, showing his true, raw feelings.

"S'kay…you here now." Sam could see something else in his brother's eyes, he saw unadulterated anger and he knew it could not be directed at him. Feeling like a failure he knew what Dean found out, what Sinclair did to him. "You know." Sam couldn't stop the tears that weld up in his eyes.

"Yeah little brother, I know, I'm so sorry, can you forgive me?"

TBC