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Disclaimer: When I die, I will find a place to haunt and then they will be mine... muhahahaha.

STORYBEGINSHERE

The hunters finally found a cheap hotel with joining rooms. Jo spoke up first.

"So why are we here instead of looking for Sam?"

"Well, I know demons are behind it. A possessed little girl is a good indicator." Dean disgusted at the thought. "We don't know where they are and the only way for us to even get any clue is to look for coma patients, people in ICU's, and anyone in a psych ward in the city."

"That shouldn't be too hard there's–"

"We aren't allowed to do research outside of a hotel or library."

"How are they going to knot the difference Dean. I mean, they don't know who's working with you." Bobby thought.

"They'll find out Bobby. They always do." Ellen stepped forward.

"Wait. Where's Joshua?" Dean looked around. "I thought he was in the truck with you."

"When he heard 'Ash is alive.' He went off in his own direction." Ellen paused. "Ran off at the last rest stop."

"Ok... one man down."

"How do you want to do this Dean. Sam's your brother." Bobby nodded.

"Ok. Ok. Just let me think a minute." Dean paused. "Two of us should cover the libraries while two stay here and use the computer."

"I brought mine." Jo pulled out a bag.

"I've still got Sam's... You think you could handle the libraries?" He directed towards Bobby and Ellen.

"Sure thing Dean. We've gotcha covered. C'mon Bobby."

BACKTOTHOSEOHSOLOVELYDEMONS

"I need to go out."

"But if you're in charge, what should we do while you're gone?"

"Don't kill him. I need that body by the way. It'll be more useful."

"Can't I just–"

"No." There wasn't a question and the demons traded. "The neighbors are going to hear the screaming. It'll be better if I go out and make an appearance. There's also a little... errand... I have to run..." She smiled.

"Richie. Come here sweetie. Mommy and you are going out." She smiled and picked up the small child before heading out the door.

"You never said what we should do while you're out."

"Yes I did." She gave I twisted smile. "I said you shouldn't kill him." The door closed.

THEWORLDOFSAMTHATYOUALLARESKIPPINGTO

Sam woke up when the door slammed. His head was killing him and he was still tied up.

'Perfect...' He thought to himself. He thought about what to do for what seemed like hours but were probably minutes. Sam finally remembered the discarded knife and began to inch towards its general direction.

He found it after feeling around and maneuvered so that he could untie his hands. It was surprisingly easy. Sam managed to cut away all of the rope and sat on the mattress rubbing his sore ankles and wrists. Things were looking up. He had a knife. The ropes were gone. But Sam still had one hand chained to the wall.

There was time to think before they came down for him next. Sam thought about Dean and what they were possibly doing to him. If he was even alive... What would they do next. Sam's brain was all over the place by the time he heard footsteps and saw light peek out from the door.

He immediately straightened himself up as much as he could to prepare for what was coming.

"Well well... Sam Winchester... Looks like I have you all to myself for now." The girl from before walked over.

Sam held the knife behind him. The problem was that he didn't have it in him to hurt a little girl–possessed or not. And even by doing so he wouldn't gain much.

"What happened to the people upstairs?"

"There up there. It's just my turn first."

"I thought you wanted to talk..."

The girl laughed. "I don't. The one who does walked out about half an hour ago. I want some payback." She stepped forward.

"What the hell did we ever do to you?" Sam backed away.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten about the airplane? I've spent over a year in hell after that." She was angry. This all sounded strange coming from her mouth.

"You were–?"

"Yep. And I want to play."

"Tell me where Dean is!"

"Why should I do that?"

Sam didn't say anything.

"I've got some wonderful stuff in my bag here. Thought maybe I should share..."

"What are you going to do?" Sam gulped as his eyes shifted to the bag.

"By the time everyone's done Sam... You'll be lucky to remember who you are. You'll be lucky to remember John. Your brother... Dean."

The last part about Sam's family made him lose all composure and he grabbed the girl by her arm and held her in a headlock. She struggled. Doing anything to get free. Clawing at his face even. Her fingers reached his eyes and they immediately started to burn. And he let go screaming.

She had something in her hands when she came back and he realized it was some sort of soap by the smell. She rubbed it into his eyes and Sam could only try and blindly push her away as his eyes watered and burned.

"Sorry Sam. That's all I can do for right now. But someone will come down after me and play a little." She skipped up the stairs leaving Sam rubbing his eyes and stifling screams and trying to get the soap out. "By the way... If you're good, you might get to see Dean soon." She closed the door.

UPSTAIRS

"You ready?" Mark asked the shape shifter. He literally looked like Dean if he had been beaten and dragged by a car.

"Yeah." Its eyes flashed.

"Just make it come off real. Or he won't buy it." Mark grabbed the shifter's shoulder before heading down the stairs.

SAMPOV

Sam was left with the possibility of seeing Dean soon. That meant he was probably alive. Sam's eyes were still burning with soap when he heard the door open and a familiar voice. But he couldn't quite make out what he was saying.

"DEAN!" Sam forgot everything and went as far as he could towards the stairs. He watched as Dean was shoved down roughly ahead of Mark and then shoved into a wall.

"Ah... Jesus..." Dean looked over and saw Sam.

"Sammy!"

"Dean! I'm here."

"You all right little brother?"

Before Sam could answer the demon pushed Sam back against the wall while holding on to Dean.

"You hurt him I swear to–" That earned Dean a punch in the face.

"Ok. We've decided that you two should spend... a little quality time together to help Sammy here think things through." He took one of Dean's hands and cuffed him to the wall as well.

"You wanted to see Dean... what do you say now Sam?"

Dean and Sam just exchanged a look. "Ok, you still don't feel like talking..." Mark went over to the bag and pulled something out and plugged it in.

"That'll take a while... But I've figured out some ways to kill time." He stepped towards Sam.

"Don't touch him!" Dean shouted. But Mark didn't pay attention. Sam was now pinned against the wall again.

"Well, looks like you got the ropes off..." Mark had been holding a brick and suddenly used it to crush Sam's uncuffed hand. The shock of it made Sam let out a scream of agony as his hand was struck. Probably breaking more than a couple bones.

"Maybe you won't get out so easily now."

"HEY! Leave him out of this, I'll talk!" Dean tried to stop the torture that was beginning.

"You see Sam. We can negotiate with either you, or Dean. Now Dean... He can deal with torture. So can you. But watching it happen to each other..." He grinned not taking his eyes off of Sam.

"I SAID I'D TALK!" Dean shouted.

"Oh Dean, Sam has more to give us. You're more of... second place." He released Sam who was now holding his aching hand.

"Don't make another deal Dean."

"I can't let this just happen Sam!"

"Aw. The brothers care about each other." Mark returned to Sam with what ever he'd plugged in a moment ago.

"You've already been through most of what Sam's had, but we thought we'd try this one on him first." Mark took a hot curling iron and pressed it against Sam's cheek. He trying to move away but found himself cornered as it was again pressed against his face. It only took a few seconds before Sam couldn't stand it anymore and cried out.

"JUST STOP!"

Mark didn't listen as he took Sam's hand and clamped it on a few fingers. Sam was squirming against the wall and trying to pull back. But Mark was stronger and Sam had nowhere to go.

"Ready to talk Sam?" He asked after Sam's cries had gone on for a while.

Sam opened his eyes and looked at Mark. His throat was sore now but he still managed to grind out, "...No... I won't... Make a deal..." His eyes shifted to Dean. "Don't do it... Dean. No matter what."

"Alright then. I'll leave you two to think on this note..." Mark had Sam's head against the wall and threw a punch before letting him fall to the ground and kicking him. Sam wasn't even screaming anymore. He was just trying to protect himself and when he heard Mark come back towards him, it could only mean one thing.

"Watch this Dean, it's pretty cool." Mark had another syringe and Sam knowingly recoiled as Mark paused for Dean to watch.

"What are you gonna do?! Leave Sam alone you sonuvabitch!"

Mark pierced Sam's skin with the needle and the drug took effect again. Dean watched in the low light how Sam's back immediately arched and he let out a gasp of pain before falling back onto the mattress.

"SAM!"

Sam was left breathing heavily and just moaning with the pain because it hurt to cry out anymore and it was all he could do. He watched as Mark walked away, kicking Dean in the ribs before heading up the stairs.

"I'll leave a little light on this time..." The door slammed.

Sam was now just staring at Dean in pain. It wouldn't stop.

"Sammy?" Dean reached towards him but fell short. "C'mon Sam. Talk to me."

"God... Dean..." Sam's face contorted in pain. "...Hurts... everywhere... like... ah!... fire!" Sam was curled up and doing a poor job at masking the pain.

"What have they been doing to you Sam?" Dean looked into Sam's face but Sam couldn't talk past everything. "God... Sam. I'll get you out. I promise if it's the last thing I do."

It was a low enough dose to keep Sam in pain, but awake as Dean watched.

"...Dean..."

"What is it Sam?"

"I'm... sorry..."

"For what Sam?"

"They made you... watch..." Sam was losing it as the pain started to subside.

"This isn't your fault Sam."

Dean watched as Sam's eyes just stared blankly ahead now. If you wouldn't have heard him still struggling for air, you'd think he were dead.

"Sam?" Dean paused. "Sammy!?"

UPSTAIRS

"So the shifter's down there with him now?"

"Yeah."

"And how's that going?"

"He's doing a great job. Hell, even if Sam weren't in all that pain I don't think Sam would be able to tell the difference between our little friend and Dean."

"Wow. She'll be impressed when she gets back."

"No kidding."

"What's after this. I only know the plan up to here."

"It all depends on what Dean and his playmates do. But Sam's got a lot more coming if he doesn't talk or if Dean makes a wrong move."

"How will she know abo–"

"Trust me, she'll know."

AN: Sorry to make you wait. More of Sam suffering is planned, but anymore ideas are helpful in that. Suggestions are good. It may be a while until the next update due to real life dragging me away.

Anyhow, please tell me what you think, I would greatly appreciate anything.

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