Chap. 7 - Mandatory Escape Plan Needed Now

A touch, a stroke, a kiss and I found myself despising any demonstration of affection as memories overwhelmed me. It felt wrong. Plus I got tired of being stroked like a pet. I deemed myself a little stronger today, so I fashioned an escape plan. A few minutes, I just needed a few minutes.

Someone must have listened because the opportunity presented itself and I didn't hesitate to attempt to disappear. Although my energy wasn't a hundred percent, I managed to pull myself up on my right side. Now the hard part, I just had to stand up and exit stage right.

My swollen shoulder complained at the abuse as I attempted to stand. Normally I might be a bit self-conscious of walking around nude when I hadn't initiated the action, but today I only had one thought, flee. One deep breath, haul myself up on wobbly legs and I stood for few minutes before the pain became excruciating. I tilted and just as I had freedom in my grasp, she entered. I screamed as I felt a burning sensation. Disoriented and confused but believing that my will power would keep me standing, I slammed my left fist into her jaw. My reward, I crumpled at her feet. Worse I suffered humiliation as she easily slung me back on the bed.

"Tisk, Tisk pet. You've been naughty, so I guess I might as well demonstrate a few more lessons."

Agonizing doesn't begin cover the feeling of being ripped in two even if it was only in my imagination. Her tongue stroked my cheek and then her fingers seized my chin and I watched her forked tongue slithered into my mouth. Her breath stunk as a musky smell invaded my nostrils. I squirmed trying to find leverage to shove her off as her close proximity freaked me out. I felt trapped and weak and oblivion welcomed me once more despite my best efforts I had failed once again. No wonder everyone had deserted me.

I dreamt and somehow I loathed the hallucinations that assaulted my mind, for some part of me knew that nothing was real.


"Dean, get up we've got to go to school." A whiny voice bellowed in Dean's ear.

"I'm up, quit your sniveling. Can't believe you, complaining about missing school, it's not normal." I muttered then I opened my eyes. A pounding headache greeted my morning and I squinted at the too bright lights, so I promptly rolled back over ignoring my whiny little brother's voice.

Sammy was persistent. "Dean, get up…fine if you stay home, I'm going to school."

"Fine, go to school."

I cracked open one eye and watch my brother literally stop in his tracks. If my head wasn't killing me I would be chuckling over his reactions. How many times had he begged me to allow him to go to school on his own and here I had just given him permission to do just that.

Sam turned and cautiously moved towards his brother. He chewed his bottom lip wondering if 'Something was wrong, really wrong.'

"Dean, you've never let me go on my own even if I begged you to go on my own. What's wrong?" He approached me carefully, and touched my forehead, it was too hot, but he wasn't prepared for my reactions.

I felt threatened and I grabbed my knife, which I always kept under my pillow. A ghoul was touching me, and I reacted quickly and efficiently. "What have you done to my brother?" My grip on the intruder was solid even though ghoul struggled but he stilled when my knife nicked the his throat. "Where is Sammy? If you've harmed him you're dead!" In a lethal voice, I punctuated each word carefully as I tightened my arm around his neck.

"Dean, please you're hurting me. It's me, Sammy…I'm right here. Please Dean, you're sick…let me go. I don't understand why you think I'm not your brother, please Dean look at me." Sammy fought his instinct to inflict harm on his brother to break free, he understood a counter move, hell Dean had taught him. He screamed when the arm around his neck tightened. "Please Dean, it's me. Please let me go…"

For one split second I thought I saw my brother, then the door opened. 'Another one, damn it how are they getting in. I know I checked the salt last night. Damn I can't think, my head hurts so much.' I turned to meet the new threat, and used the monster as a shield. I wasn't expecting another monster to walk in the door, so casual as if he owned the place.

"Dean, what the hell? Son let your brother go, he's bleeding."

Why this ghoul expected me to recognize him didn't make any sense, nor did I obey any of his orders. "Tell me where my brother is."

I know I challenged him and for one split second I thought I saw fear in his eyes. The monster kept his voice composed and smooth and I'll give him credit he stayed put, even though I could tell every nerve in his body was screaming to tackle me, so the smaller ghoul must have been important to him.

"Dean, look at me, I promise you I'll help you find Sammy. You're sick son, Stand down…I've got this, just stand down Dean."

If only my head would just shut up so I could think clearly, and once again I looked down at the monster and for a split second it morphed into my brother. Two things happened simultaneously, my knife clattered to the floor and I felt myself swaying and before I could do anything I dropped like dead weight hitting my head on the floor and I quickly welcomed oblivion.

John crossed the distance in a flash and gathered his youngest into his arms. He grabbed a dishtowel and pressed it against Sammy's throat. Once he discovered it was a shallow cut, he had him press the towel against his throat. "It's not deep, but you stay here just in case."

"Dad, he's sick."

He cut off his son's protest. "I can't worry about you too. Dean hallucinating and if he attacks again, I can take care of it as long as you're not being used as leverage. How long has he been sick and why didn't you call?"

Sammy had no trouble distinguishing that his father was really perturbed. He did what any twelve-year-old would do he avoided the blame. "He wasn't sick last night, just tired. Dean covered your ass by working two jobs because you forgot to leave us enough money." He pouted to prove his point.

Meanwhile during his youngest tirade, John crossed the distance to his oldest boy and was checking out his vitals. " Got to get his temperature down, go run a bath, warm water. Now Sammy!" He ordered.

Sammy dropped his towel and ran to the bathroom complying with the command, he could argue later once Dean was out of the woods.

John stripped his sweats off his boy and gently cradled his son in his arms and immediately a mental image of his infant son flashed before his eyes. He carried him to the bathroom and deftly situated his boy in the tub. He smiled when Dean's dazed eyes fluttered open.

"Sammy collect all the weapons and lock them in the truck, especially his knife." John commanded as he figured he needed to be cautious just a bit longer.

"Dad, why am I wet…I need to…" I attempted to stand but my arms and legs felt like lead. It hardly helped when my father easily pushed me back down.

"Not yet, we need to get your temperature down."

"I'm fine. Let me up" I struggled to move once again but my body felt so sluggish and the lights were still way too bright.

"Shh…just close your eyes. I'm not going anywhere, we'll talk when you feel better I promise. Stand down Dean, I'm home…and I'm not going anywhere, you just have to promise me you'll get better."

"Cold, I want out."

"Shh, not yet, sorry son, we need to get your temperature down, then I'll put you to bed. Let me handle this."


Dean endeavored to open his eyes. He blinked several times trying to shake the dream and assess his condition. He attempted to roll on to his side, but a forceful arm pulled him back.

"Pet, not done yet, maybe next time you will remember your place. You're mine to do with as I wish and when I'm done with you, you will die."

He cringed as an unnatural fear cloaked his heart. His breathing became irregular and he couldn't figure out what was happening. So he did what he always did whenever he couldn't fight back physically, he used sarcasm as his best defense. "Hit me with your best shot, bitch…I'm gonna enjoy toasting you."

Of course, it didn't help his manhood any when he screamed like a girl just because the pain his belly picked just that moment to crank it up a few notches and wiped out all of his other sensations. He panted trying to get control once more but shivered when he felt her stroke him with her tongue up his backside.

"Don't worry, Pet. I will make your last days memorable, I promise."

"Did I ever mention you're not my type?" He braced himself for payback but he felt the snark was worth it as it made him feel just a little bit back in control.


A/N: Okay I redid the dream sequence and hopefully it is clearer. Thanks Lykaia for pointing out how to fix it. I think I got it from one person's perspective, let me know if it's still muddy.

Bobby's out of character reactions - will explain soon. Trying to get the next two chapters ready to go soon. I think Dean would love to murder the creature, don't you? Please review and feed my poor muse. Thanks for reading even if you don't take the time to review.