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Three Months Later

Everyone filed swiftly into the courtroom, a noisy buzz filling the room as each gossiped to their neighbor and tried to find the best seat. The unreserved seats behind Sam were taken first, Sam sitting unnervingly quiet with his hands clasped together in his lap. He didn't seem too anxious or frightened, and a curious young man behind him tapped him on the shoulder, recorder in hand.

"Excuse me, my name is Ted Murkle and I'm a new reporter here in town. Can you please say a few things about your case?" He waited for a nod before continuing. Ted looked around diffidently. "Firstly, I'd like to ask, uh…where, um…does your family plan to accompany you during this monumental part of your life? Where exactly are they?"

Sam took in an almost pained sigh, only now realizing how many times he's answered that question. "Not here, I guess."

Ted blinked, feeling a bit of pity for the boy. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

Ted saw the distance Sam put in his response, and changed topics. "If I, uh—If I may ask, what exactly do you think the verdict will be?"

Sam turned to face him politely, feeling ill mannered and deciding on making a better impression of himself. The young man's hair was neat and slickly combed back, his jacket ironed probably multiple times, like he was trying too hard to impress. He was no more than twenty-five yet, Sam could still see the indefinable innocence in the man's eyes, that same spotless purity he himself had lost.

He missed it so much.

Sam blinked, and smiled kindly to the man. "Larry will be proclaimed innocent, and everything will go back to the way it was."

For better or for worse, Sam wasn't entirely sure.

Ted seemed surprised, more than surprised, and he leaned closer to Sam in evident misunderstanding. The people sitting around them bent discreetly forward. Why would the boy be smiling if he thought his rapist wouldn't be deemed culpable? Ted Murkel cleared his throat. "You think Mr. Foreman will be innocent?"

Sam cocked an eyebrow. "Yes, I do."

The young man pulled timidly at his tie, adjusting and loosening it a bit. He'd probably been listening in to the numerous gossip around the town that's been spreading for weeks, everyone making bets on how long Larry's sentenced will be. "Why, uh…why do you think that?"

Sam shrugged harmlessly. "Just a guess, I suppose."

The bailiff spoke, "Please stand."

He turned back to face the front as Judge Hathorne entered and sat regally in his highchair. He pounded on the sound block a few times, and the carelessly loud whispers ceased as they turned their attention to the judge.

Judge Hathorne cleared his throat. "After much deliberation and consideration on this case, I have finally come to a verdict." The entire room was silent, eerily so, and everyone waited breathlessly for him to continue. But, at the same time, they were already sure of what he'd say. It was obvious, so obvious, that Larry Foreman the motel manager was guilty of the heinous crimes he was at trial for.

But they still wanted to hear it.

Judge Hathorne cleared his throat again. "Throughout these long, difficult few months it often came to my knowledge that the plaintiff failed to present the minimum amount of evidence in many situations. Therefore, after constant reflection, I have determined that Larry Foreman, charged with kidnapping, sexual and aggravated assault, child abuse, attempted prostitution, and both statutory and aggravated rape, is…" He paused a moment and watched Sam's expression, his smile almost cruel as he raised his arms proudly. "Innocent." The crowds shrieked in flabbergasted horror, Ted Murkel the reporter involuntarily gasping loudly into his recorder as he choked on the judge's words. Larry turned to Sam's sickly green face, throwing the boy a daring, repulsive smile, all teeth. The older man licked his lips seductively, and Sam turned away. "As of this moment Larry Foreman is acquitted of all charges. Those also acquitted are Gary Howard and Joe Blake, who I have determined to be entirely innocent of the alleged crimes. Case dismissed," he finalized with a pounding of the gavel.

With one last turn in both Larry's and Sam's direction, he exited the courtroom and quickly fled to his office.

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Sam closed his eyes tightly. He'd known this was coming, he'd known Larry would be claimed innocent, so why did it hurt so much? It shouldn't have, Judge Hathorne jerking it off in his office was just as good a clue as any; of course he wasn't on Sam's side. He was just like Larry.

He felt a sudden, threatening presence standing over him and Sam opened his eyes, looking up to see Larry towering over him with a victorious, narcissistic smile on his face. He didn't seem to care if the rest of the crowd saw it, Sam suspected. It didn't matter if he was alleged of the rape anymore. The case was over.

Whatever, creepy smiles weren't real evidence anyway.

Sam stood, hoping to avoid Larry, or at least get out from under his shadow. Sam cleared his throat distractedly as he slid his chair under the table, absently noticing multiple bystanders trying to discreetly watch their confrontation.

Slowly, Larry took another step forward and Sam immediately broke into a sweat, their bodies nearly touching in their close proximity.

"That was a damn good try, Sammy, but you'll have to do a lot better than a courtroom case to escape me," Larry said, smiling cruelly as he flashed his tongue out, licking his lips. "Maybe we could even play again sometime."

Sam felt his eyes get watery, but he refused to shed a tear in front of this man. His mouth turned to a grimace as he fought to hold in his emotions. "You won't have me ever again. You're just a sick fuck that can't take 'no' for an answer." He turned away, his voice his determined. "You won't have me again."

Larry brought his bottom lip down into a mock frown. "Aw, but we had so much fun." He rolled a finger slowly up and down Sam's forearm teasingly. Sam shivered.

Larry leaned down, hovering a mere inch above Sam's ear, voice low and husky. "All that time we had together before? That wasn't even the main course. You haven't felt real pain, real pleasure." He smirked, lifting his hand to Sam's face and bringing dark strands of hair behind his ear. "Not yet, at least."

Sam's bit his bottom lip hard as his hands clenched tightly, fighting against the overwhelming emotions with all his might.

The spectators were still watching in attentive interest, like a car wreck on the side of the road you couldn't turn away from. Sam met some of their gazes, their eyes blazing with dreadful curiosity, and he wondered if people just liked seeing someone besides themselves in pain. Maybe it took off some of the burden in their own lives.

Sam swatted the man's hand away from his face, his whole body involuntarily shivering at the contact. It had been so long, so long since…

Sam jerked as Larry tried for a second attempt, reaching out to touch his chest. Sam took several steps back, his whole body lurching violently to avoid the man's grasp.

"Get back," Sam gasped out, feeling sweat drip down his back and forehead. "Don't touch me." He leaned against one of the benches beside him, his legs feeling weak.

Joe Blake appeared beside Larry, putting a hand on his shoulder in greeting, Larry's eyes still locked on Sam. "Hey, man, so what are you thinking about that deal we had all those months ago? I could do for some stress relief."

Larry nodded, both their eyes now on Sam. He looked so vulnerable. It was…delicious.

"Same price as before."

"You bet."

Larry smirked. "Well, then we have a deal."

Sam shook his head fervently at the discussion, his feet slowly struggling backward. "No, no, no—."

Joe cocked an eyebrow. "What, you don't want it? Now, come on, we both know what a little slut you are. Of course you want some of this," he said as he cupped his own cock.

Sam shook his head in denial, tears splashing out of his eyes. "No, fuck no. You can't have me, damn it, I don't belong to anyone anymore, so get the fuck over it."

The watchful crowd and their murmurs were beginning to increase, and Sam wondered if they were actually planning to do something. He had heard all this talk that the entire town had helped in the search for him, yet, now that he's finally been found, they don't want to help him? Don't want to interfere in the skirmish just in case things don't go their way?

Larry and Joe noticed the numerous spectators' volume growing louder, angrier, and looked at each other for a split second before turning back to Sam. Larry spoke. "Well, I'm starting to see we've overstayed our welcome," he said, walking over to Sam, who unsuccessfully tried to stumble out of his reach. "I'm very sorry for intruding, we'll find our own way out, thanks." Larry grabbed Sam's crotch, his fingernails pinching painfully into the material of Sam's pants. The other hand wrapped around the back of Sam's head, pushing his head viciously forward as their mouths met in a sloppy kiss. After a long moment, Larry released him, breathless. "But we'll be sure to come pick you up later. Until then," he said with a final smirk.

Both Larry and Joe parted ways, one exiting the courtroom while the other slipping through the backdoor, the way Judge Hathorne had gone.

One of the anonymous members of the increasingly meddlesome crowd came to stand beside Sam, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, kid, are you okay?"

Sam sneered, shrugging the unwanted hand away. "Please, don't act like you care about me for my personal benefit; it's really unnecessary and only more troublesome than if you had just let me be."

The man's eyebrows curved downward in anger. "Excuse me, did your parents teach you any fucking manners? I was just trying to help."

Sam looked at him for a moment, speechless. "If you were trying to help, I would have seen you standing beside me ten minutes ago."

The man stood there in stunned surprise, and Sam turned away from the man, exiting the courtroom while the rest of the spectators watched on.

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Judge Hathorne sighed tiredly as he walked down the long hall to reach the last door, his office. He stood in front of the door for a few minutes with no particular reason in mind. He just laid his head against the door, his mind running through all Sam's words during the trial.

After a moment he began feeling a boner coming on as the mostly harmless thoughts became lustful. He put his key through the doorknob, his dick jutting against his black robe. A second later, a door across the hall closed and Judge Hathorne turned to see Larry sidling through the main door and into the hall.

The judge's smile widened at the man's entrance, unabashed in front of his now good friend.

"How do you think it went over?" Judge Hathorne asked he opened up the room to his spacious office.

Larry smirked, entering in behind the man. "The townspeople don't approve, but what do they matter? His family won't be happy either but, after a few obstacles, we could easily get the boy back, have some real fun."

Judge Hathorne moaned at the mere thought of what kind of "fun" he was referring to, his dick twitching in interest. "The way you talk about it, it sounds like Sam is some sort of god when it comes to sex."

Larry nodded, sighing as he reminisced. "Yeah, he was damn good. Best I've ever had." He held up a finger as he stared at the ceiling in concentration. "I think one of the absolute best times we had together was when I forced him to be more interactive."

Judge Hathorne listened interestedly. "You mean like you made him fuck you?" Larry nodded. "Wow, that is really fucking hot. And he didn't struggle at all?"

Larry squinted his eyes in thought. "Well, the first time I made him he fought a lot which, of course, I punished him for. Whipped the shit out of him. But," Larry continued, twiddling with a pencil, "I think it wasn't until about a month or so that Sam truly gave up. After that, when I made him fuck me he did it almost like a zombie." He sighed lightly. "But damn it was good."

"Sounds like it," Judge Hathorne replied as he shifted, now rock hard.

Larry nodded in response. After a long moment of silence, he heaved a long sigh. "Damn, I can't stop thinking about him."

"Sounds like he did some real permanent damage to your psyche," he laughed, watching Larry nod eagerly in agreement.

"But not as much as we can."

Larry and the judge wheeled rapidly around in the direction of the voice, their feet pivoting forward defensively as their eyes zealously sought out the culprit.

A figure stepped forward from beneath the shadows, then another, their eyes menacing and lethal, as sharp and deadly as the unique weapons they carried in their hands. Both men had watery eyes filled with unshed tears, but that didn't deter them from looking absolutely fucking scary. It was only when both men were fully uncovered from the darkness that the judge and motel manager realized who they were dealing with.

Dean and John Corvan.

Larry and Hathorne backed up hastily, tripping over their feet to get away until they ran abruptly into the wall, pressed hard against it, as if they could disappear into it if they tried hard enough.

"You haven't paid for your sins," Dean said, eerie like death itself, taking a step forward, two, and the men before the Winchesters were left as a pitiful bundle on the floor, squealing in terror and fright.

"Don't worry," Dean said, smirking. "You will soon."

And Dean started hacking.

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Wow, I feel awful for leaving you all with such a short chapter. Again, I do apologize for this, but I really need to start writing this up.
Now is the time to throw in any requests on what you want happening in the plot. I'll be happy to incorporate any ideas.

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