This chapter has some sex in it. Nothing too graphic, but it could be classed as non-con.
Breakdown
Chapter 4
The harsh lighting in the interrogation room was hurting Dean's eyes. He folded his arms on the metal table and rested his head on them, squeezing his eyes shut. Almost immediately he knew he wasn't alone. The scent of her body fired his blood and he didn't think to question how she could be here.
"Rest and I will take care of you." Her breath tickled his ear as she leaned closer.
Dean could feel her ample breasts pressing against his back as her fingers worked the tension out of his shoulder muscles. Her touch was sensual, exhilarating and he felt the rise of passion ignite in his groin. That heat scorched him, drawing him deeper and deeper...
"Winchester! Wake up."
"Huh?" Dean's head shot upright, his senses spinning.
"Time to go back to your cell." Officer Preston dangled the cuffs in front of Dean's bleary eyes. "On your feet."
Dean rose shakily to his feet and looked around the room. "Where'd Sam go?" The words slipped out before he could stop them. He swallowed hard as the significance of his mistake hit him.
Preston smirked at him. "Your precious brother left an hour ago. Turn around."
When Dean hesitated, Preston backhanded him. Dean's head snapped back. Preston didn't wait for him to recover. Before he knew what was happening the cuffs were locked in place, pinning his arms behind his back.
"What have you done to me?" Dean asked.
Preston moved closer. "You and Sam are really starting to piss us off. You're almost as much trouble as your old man."
This wasn't good. "Us?" Dean queried.
Preston bowed his head. When he looked up again his blue eyes had become completely black.
"Oh, shit." Dean reacted the only way he could. He head-butted the demon, staggering back a step as his head erupted in pain. Before he could move toward the door, the demon snarled and he found himself flying backwards, stopping only when he collided with the wall. Dean strained against the invisible force holding him immobile.
Preston walked over, tilting his head to one side as he stared at the young hunter. "I'd like to snap your neck, but he's got other plans for you."
"Who?" Dean felt as if someone had super-glued him to the wall. It didn't matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry himself loose.
"You'll find out." Preston drew back his right arm. "Time to go to sleep. Sweet dreams."
Dean saw the blow coming with no way to avoid it. He closed his eyes just before Preston's fist connected with his chin. The back of his head slammed into the wall and everything went black.
SSSSS
The bed was very comfortable, with silk sheets that slid over his skin. This was definitely an improvement over their usual choice of motels.
"Wake up, baby. I'm lonely."
And that was an improvement over listening to Sam snoring. Dean rolled onto his back and immediately found himself being straddled by the most perfectly beautiful woman he'd ever been fortunate enough to go to bed with. Her skin was smooth and creamy and her long black hair trailed across his chest as she bent down to nuzzle his neck. He arched his back and caught her around the waist so that he could pull her against him. It was then that he realized something wasn't right.
"Has anything weird happened since yesterday?"
Stupid question, Sam. Our whole lives have been one long history of weird. Dean faltered. Why was he thinking about his brother when he was in the middle of the most fantastic sex of his life?
"You'll have to stay here until I can figure something out."
Figure what out? What the hell was wrong with him? Damn, Sam, get out of my head.
His bed partner looked touchingly concerned. "What's wrong, Dean?"
"Nothing."
"Good," she purred, "because I have big plans for you."
The urgency he felt when he heard those words was frightening. There was nothing tender about this act. It was only a means to an end and it felt...wrong. Even during his most casual encounters he had never behaved like this. He felt like an alley cat. Even though it caused him physical pain, he tried to pull away.
"Stop fighting me. You want this as much as I do."
She forcefully brought her mouth down on his, hot and passionate, and his resistance ebbed. He buried himself inside her wet, warm, inviting body. His urgent need for release fuelled his passion and he clutched her to him, thrusting hard into her willing body. He moaned against her lips as her vaginal muscles contracted around him, but the incredible pleasure turned to unspeakable pain as she tightened her grip on his cock.
Dean broke the kiss, panting for breath. "Stop," he gasped.
She sneered at him and tightened her hold. The pain stole what remained of his breath and he arched against the bed. When she laughed sinisterly at his discomfort, he gathered his wits and grabbed her shoulders. With determination he flung her away, crying out as the pressure disappeared. He twisted in the opposite direction and felt himself falling. The stone floor was cold and very, very hard. The silk sheets had turned into a rough blanket, which he clutched around himself as he scrambled away from the creature that was sharing his cell.
She was still a beautiful woman, naked and alluring. If it hadn't been for the wings sprouting from her back and the fact that her eyes had turned an alarming shade of red, Dean might have been further tempted. When he looked closer, he could see the tips of horns protruding from her head.
"Do you still want me, Dean?" she asked as she glided toward him. "I want you." She licked her lips. "You are strong. Not many men see through the illusion."
"Stay away from me," Dean snarled, desperately aware that under the blanket he was stark naked and that he had nothing to fight with. Years of relentless training, however, stopped him from descending into panic. "I've dealt with your kind before. You need your victim to be asleep and I'm not stupid enough to fall back to sleep now." He knew there was also a way to protect himself and, once Sam broke him out of here, it wouldn't be hard to make the charm that would free him from her unwelcome attention.
"I haven't finished with you yet." She stood over him, pinning him in the corner of the cell.
"Sorry, sweetheart. You're not my type." Dean hid his disgust at the knowledge that he'd had sex with this thing. His standards must really be slipping. "Let me guess," he continued. "You're black-eyed friend out there knows what's going on."
"We needed his help to keep you here. He turned out to be a pathetically weak little human so I had to call in some help. Once the demon leaves him, he'll die."
"Why are you doing this? Apart from wanting to get my awesome body into bed," Dean said with a smirk.
"It's what I do. And, you were a good lay."
"Well, your fun's over now, bitch."
She squatted down in front of him, using her wings for balance. "Do you really think we're going to let Sam rescue you?"
Dean punched her in the mouth and scrambled to his feet. "You stay away from my brother," he warned.
She wiped a trace of blood from the side of her mouth and sucked her finger. "I don't want Sam. I want you."
She launched herself into the air, driving him back against the wall. When he swung his fist at her again, she grabbed his arm and twisted it to a point where he was afraid it was going to break. As he tried to twist free she dug her nails into his wrist, ripping the vein open. Dean screamed, looking in horror at the blood that was flowing freely from the wound.
"Do you know what they do with people who try to kill themselves?" she asked, turning her attention to the other wrist. "They lock them up and fill them full of drugs to keep them sedated."
Dean's legs buckled and only her strength kept him from falling to the ground.
"Look for me in your dreams," she gloated. She released her hold and disappeared.
Dean slid to the ground. "Help me, Sammy," he whispered.
SSSSS
Sam set the alarm on his phone for three in the morning and tried to settle down to get a few hours sleep. He hadn't been sleeping well since Jess was killed. Dean didn't make a big deal of it, but Sam knew that his brother was aware of it. He was hovering on the edge of sleep when his phone rang. He snatched it up and looked at the caller ID, hoping that it was his father. His stomach lurched when he recognized who the call was from.
"Dean?"
"Hello, Sammy."
The voice was unfamiliar. "Who the hell are you? And, what are you doing with Dean's phone?"
"I'm an old friend of the family. I doubt if you'll remember me, though. You were only a baby the last time I came to visit."
Sam sat up, struggling to control his breathing. Was this the creature that had killed Mom and Jess? The creature that their father had been hunting for more than twenty-two years? "What have you done to Dean?"
"Me? I haven't done anything to him. I thought you would like to know that he tried to kill himself a couple of hours ago. Very messy. All that blood."
The amusement in the Demon's voice sickened Sam. "Dean wouldn't do that." Sheer force of will kept his voice reasonably steady.
"He was found unconscious in his cell with both wrists slit. Another five minutes and he would have bled to death. Your brother is a very sick young man. The doctors are very worried about him. He's at the local hospital. I'm sure a bright young man like you will find a way to get in to see him."
"I'm going to kill you!"
"Better men than you have tried, Sammy. Your father has spent years trying to find a way to destroy me. His persistence used to be amusing and now he's irritating me."
"Why Dean?" Even as Sam was speaking he was throwing his possessions into his bag. Fortunately, he had packed most of their gear before trying to get some sleep.
"It's a test for you. And, I didn't want you catching up with your daddy just yet."
"You know where he is?" Sam picked up the car keys and headed for the door.
"I always know where he is. Goodbye, Sam. We'll talk again soon."
The line went dead. Sam's heart was racing as he ran to the car. What had the Demon meant about this being a test? His hands shook as he turned the key to start the Impala. He gripped the steering wheel, forcing down the panic that was almost suffocating him. He had to get to the hospital. Closing his eyes he visualized the map of the town he had bought the previous day. Then he slammed the gear shift into drive and floored the gas pedal.
The streets were quiet and he arrived at the hospital within ten minutes. Finding a parking spot wasn't a problem and Sam got as close to the entrance as he could. He ran to the ER and burst through the doors. He crossed to the desk, waiting impatiently as the nurse finished taking the details from a young man who had been involved in a minor car accident. The man moved away to find a seat and, no doubt, wait for hours to be seen by a doctor.
"I'm looking for my brother," Sam said. "His name is Dean Winchester and he would have been brought in by ambulance earlier tonight."
"Winchester? I'll check the records."
Sam tapped his fingers impatiently on the countertop as she checked the computer files. When she looked back up, her previously friendly manner had changed.
"Your brother was brought in from the sheriff's office. He cut his wrists while in custody."
Sam didn't bother trying to tell her that Dean was the last person on earth who would try to commit suicide. Something had attacked his brother and Sam was going to find it and destroy it. "How was he when he was brought in? Where can I find him?"
"His condition was stable. The doctor will be able to tell you more. He's been admitted to ward 41. Go down the corridor and up to the fourth floor."
"Thank you."
It was amazing how much comfort a few words could give. Blood loss would weaken Dean, but very little kept him down. And, it would be a damn sight easier to break him out of a hospital than a prison cell. Sam's optimism lasted precisely as long as it took for the elevator to reach the fourth floor. He stepped out in the hallway, found himself confronted by a security desk and locked doors, and recognized immediately that he had a very serious problem.
Tbc
Caroline
June 08