Author's Note: I really didn't like the last chapter. I've read it like three times, and I really just don't like it. So hopefully this one is better! Thanks so much to everyone who took the time to review. And a special thanks to Doyeshuny who took the time to write this. It's really appreciated. This chapter's dedicated to you (:

Doyeshuny's Review, Chapter 8.

"Thank God John thought about the diner! I'm not a huge John Winchester fan but if he can get poor Sammy away from those animals before anything else can happen that would be awesome. That poor baby. I want John and Dean to beat the living hell out of these guys. I want them to torure them for what they did to Sammy and all those kids. I want them to peel the skin off of Nicks body slowly. I hate Nick. I hate all those guys but Nick is the worst. I'm glad that at least Sammy has Austin. I really like him. Please don't hurt Austin. He's the only thing keeping that poor baby sane I think. I guess if Sammy can't have his big brother Dean with him he at least has his sub big brother Austin. I know Dean will be grateful to Austin. Needless to say I freakin LOVE this story. It has me on pins and needles. You are such a gifted writer"

- Thank you so much for that. I'm happy you're enjoying the story. Your reviews always make me smile. You tell me everything you're feeling about the story and it always helps me configure how I want to write the next one, so thank you.

Warning: See any previous chapter.


Chapter 9:

"I knew it. I just- I knew it," John mumbled to himself as he exited the small dinner and and power walked to the car. Dean had to slightly jog just to keep up. They both entered the car and took in a deep breath. There was a feeling in the car, a feeling that let them know that they were both thinking the same thing. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but it was the only lead they had. THis could be the only hunch they had to getting Sam back.

A silence fell over the car. John hadn't put the keys in the ignition to start the car. He simply stared out at the asphalt. In the silence, Dean couldn't help but let his mind wander. And it ran to the darkest of places. He closed his eyes, shaking his head, trying to block the thought. The words were at the tip of his tongue ; the words he'd be yearning but dreading to asking his father since he had arrived. But he couldn't hold it in anymore-

"Do you think he's okay?" Dean asked, almost out of the blue. From the corner of his eye, he saw his father swallow hard. Pushing back his words, or his thoughts, rather. Maybe they had been thinking the exact same thing. John's reply was delayed. But it wasn't really much of an answer. He waved his hand slightly with a small shrug. He punched the keys into the car, turned it, and started the car. That was his own way of saying 'end of discussion'. But it hadn't really stared yet.

"Dad, c'mon. We can't beat around the bush, here," Dean stopped. His voice quivered. He didn't want to cry. He wasn't going to cry. But damn, it was hard. "But I think we need to be realistic. And there's a chance that Sam might be-" he stopped. Dean pressed on John's shoulder, trying to get him to look in his direction at least. It was just as hard on Dean as it was on him, but still. Dean needed to hear this. He needed to know what mindset John was in right now. "Dad."

John exiled sharply, smacking the wheel. "I don't know, Dean. Okay? I don't know. But as far as I'm concerned, we're going to get him back, kill those sons of bitches who had the balls to even lay a hand on my son, and then bring him home. Anything in between is just a waste of breath. Sam's coming home. End of story. Do you understand?"

For a moment, Dean was silent. His heart was pounding against his chest and he was sure his body was shaking. But he gathered himself,cleared his throat, and replied, "Yes sir," as John put the car in drive and left the diner's parking lot.

-For Pleasure, For Pain-

Austin shifted on the dirty ground. His back ached, but that was normal. His hands were numb, but that was a sensation that had sadly become normal to him and pretty much everyone else here. Everyone except for Sam. But he was dead quiet. Austin's eyes shifted onto Sam who was clenching and unclenching his fists that were held above his head by the chains. Austin watched as he inhaled shaky breaths and let them out slowly. Sam's face was blank and his eyes were fixed on the floor, almost as if he were in a trance. Maybe he was simply in deep thought?

"Sam?"

Austin called out. But Sam didn't answer. He didn't even flinch when his name was called. Austin frowned and shook his head. He felt so bad for Sam. Not just because of what had happened to him, hell it had happened to everyone here. That's what they're used for. But because Austin knows exactly how he feels. It was how he felt a year and a half ago when he had first arrived. In the back of his mind, he knew that Sam needed someone to talk to. He needed to know that someone was here for him, but Sam wouldn't talk at all.

"Sam, c'mon," Austin tried again. But Sam was still quiet. Austin saw him squeeze his eyes shut tight and his breaths come in short, quick gulps.

When Austin looked up he spotted Jonathan. He carried a bowl of apples and a bag of sliced white bread. He made his way toward the captives, starting down by where the women were. Around here, they were only fed twice a day of they were lucky. Sometimes it's just once a day, sometimes not at all. It all depends on Nick's mood. Depends on how generous he feel that day. 'They should be lucky I'm even keeping them alive. So if I don't feel like feeding them today, then they don't get any food. I don't care,' Austin remembered hearing Nick say once.

Quickly, Austin straightened up and sat back. He was sure Jonathan would tell Nick if he spotted Austin trying to talk to Sam. They hated that. Nick wanted no communication between the captives. He was probably afraid they'd plan a riot, an escape, or something. But that was never the case. The captives talked to each other to keep themselves sane. If they didn't, everyone would be wrapped up in their own thoughts, trapped in their mind, and in a body if they didn't want to be in. Soon they'd drown in their own mind. But if they talked to someone, telling them know that they're still human, even if they're not treated like one, it'll surely help them get through the day. That's what Austin's trying to do with Sam. He's trying to let him see that he's only there to help him, that Austin will be there to help him through this nightmare come to life, but he won't talk.

By now, Jonathan is standing in front of Austin. With his keys, he's loosening the crane that's above his head, holding his hands up. He loosens it just enough so his arms can come down. The chain rattles as Austin slowly pulls his arms down, feeling the tingling sensation over them as the blood rushed back into his fingers. Jonathan hands him an apple and drops a slice of bread on his lap ,then moves on to Sam.

Austin watches from the corner of his eye as Jonathan lowered Sam's chain. There was relief written all over his face when he was able to move his fingers again. Sam didn't even look at Jonathan as he handed him the apple and dropped the bread. Jonathan walked away.

Taking a bite out of the apple, Austin gestured to him.

"You can eat it, Sam. It's alright."

Sam doesn't budge. Austin watches as he flexes his fingers. His face was blank, otherwise. Austin shook his head.

"You need it Sam. It'll keep your strength up."

Sam swallowed hard. "I'm not hungry," he mumbles back, not even looking in Austin's direction. Austin takes another bite out of the apple.

"Trust me, you're going to regret eating it later."

Sam shook his head.

"You can't survive without food, Sam. You know that."

Sam shrugged.

"What, do you want to die?" Austin asked, a slight chuckle in his voice. He expected Sam to smile, too, but he didn't. His face stayed the same.

Sam shrugged again.

Austin frowned.

"Please," he tries. "You don't even have to eat it all. At least half the apple or something," Austin tried to bargain. He can tell that Sam's a stubborn kid. But starving yourself isn't proving anything. He need to eat. Especially since dinner isn't guaranteed.

Sam doesn't move, but Austin can see him eyeing the apple. He reaches it down, picking it up. He brings it to his mouth and takes a bite. Austin nods, smiling slightly.

"Thank you."

-For Pleasure, For Pain-

Hours passed.

Hours that felt like days.

Austin was glad that ha had gotten Sam to talk. Even if he was just for a little. When it came to his brother, that's when Sam's voice livened up a little. Austin had learned a good amount of things about him. Sam said his name was Dean. He wasn't too much older than Sam. Not too much older than Austin, either. Sam talk Austin that Dean was the type of person that didn't give up, especially when it came to family. Sam seemed pretty certain that Dean was out there somewhere looking for him. Austin could tell that Sam admired his brother. It made him smile. He couldn't help but to think about his own younger brother back home. He hated to think that he probably wouldn't see him again.

"What's his name?" Sam had asked, finally opening up a little to Austin.

" Jacob," Austin answered. "He's about your age now. Maybe a little older."

Sam nodded, and then he was silent.

"Maybe they're still looking for you?" Sam suggests.

Austin shakes his head. "Nah… I know they're not. It's been too long."

Sam disagreed. "They're your family, Austin. It's never too long."

-For Pleasure, For Pain-

Sam couldn't even imagine he had possibly fell asleep in a place that, but he did.

He was awakened, rudely. His hands were already unchained and he was yanked to his feet, then up and over someone's shoulder. It all happened so fast, Sam could barely process it. But he made himself focus quickly. He was in the arms of Nick again. He looked up and noticed a man with a wad of money in his hand, smiling creepily at Sam.

That's when it clicked in Sam's head.

No, Sam thought. Not again.

Sam squirmed in the man's grip, but he only held him tighter. Nick laughed.

Gathering his strength, Sam kneed Nick in the chest. The man hunched forward, and when Sam felt the ground below him, he kicked again. Nick's grip loosened a little, but not completely.

"What the hell is the problem?" Leo called walking toward Nick and Sam when he heard the commotion.

Sam took a swing at Nick, catching him in the face, just under his right eye. Nick finally let go, when his reflexes forced his hands to cover his eye.

When Sam was finally on his feet again, he didn't know where to go. Damien was coming, too. So was Leo and Jonathan. And Nick was quickly recovering.

Even though he fought, under the attack of four men, Sam was overpowered. Leo and Damien took hold of him. One had a tight grip on his wrists, clamping his hands together, while the other held his ankles together. Sam yanked his hands and his feet but he couldn't move.

Nick looked angry. Infuriated.

"Take him downstairs!" he ordered.

Austin gulped.

"No, wait!" he called out, and he was surprised at himself.

Nick stopped, too, his eyebrows arched.

"Do you wanna join him?"

Austin was silent, swallowing his reply.

Nick turned his back and faced Sam.

"You're gonna pay for that," he threatens in a harsh tone as he watches him being taken downstairs.