My Pet 9
Raven was floating on a high as she approached her office. Things were working out beyond her wildest dreams.
She now possessed the best pet she'd ever owned and had him for five whole years and in one week she would get to spend a night with her beloved, Tom.
Once she reached her office she sat down at her desk and opened her laptop, pulling up the security cameras that were located in Sam's room. She had ordered her pet to sleep and hoped that he had followed his orders. Or not, because punishment was always fun too!
As she searched the room for Sam, she was pleased to see him sitting on the edge of bed. Hopefully, ready for a nap.
She was pleased until she noticed the shiny object that was wedged between his fingers. As Raven watched, her pet took the object in one hand and began running it up the forearm of the other.
Panicked she brought the camera into zoom and could make out that Sam had a razor in his hand and was lightly cutting up his right arm. The cuts weren't deep, but were leaving angry red marks all up and down his arm.
With a snap of her fingers, Raven took herself to Sam.
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Sam had been so intent on the process of causing himself pain that he was a bit startled and flinched at a sudden voice talking to him.
"Sam, what are you doing?" Raven's voice was full of anger and worry.
"I don't know." Sam refused to give his mistress eye contact and at the moment didn't feel like playing her silly games. Punishment would be pain and he craved that right now.
A small hand appeared in front of his.
"Give me the razor."
Sam slowly placed the item in his mistress's hand and then shifted his position on the bed. He felt his back connect with the head board and then pulled himself into a ball.
Sam didn't understand what was happening anymore his emotions were ruling his actions, he was lost.
"Sam, I demand an answer, what were you doing? Talk to me!" Raven's voice had a tremble to it.
Sam wasn't sure if it was because she cared or was angry with him. He didn't care.
"After my night with Tom, I realized that I'm nothing. I'm exactly what you call me - a pet. I'm dying inside and I was fantasizing about how it would feel to just end it." Sam's voice was quiet but he could tell she heard every word by the sudden gasp.
"Sam, you're scaring me. Why would you want to die?" Raven's voice continued its tremble and Sam almost smiled at the Demigod actually losing a bit of control.
"I'm dead. Dead inside. Being here, giving myself to you is killing me. By the time my five years are up, there will be nothing left. Dean will receive a shell of a brother and I don't think I can bear that. If I died, I would go to Hell most likely but I figure that I'm there already." Sam's voice was flat and devoid of emotion. Dead just like he felt.
"Oh pet, you can't..."
Sam cut her off, not wanting her pity. "I won't kill myself. I can't. That would null and void our agreement and I can't risk you sending Dean back to Hell. I'll stay here Mistress, and serve you, I promise."
Sam raised his head finally giving Raven eye contact. He schooled his features to reveal nothing. Anger was still under the surface but it didn't have a place in his life anymore.
Raven gave Sam a reassuring smile and took his hand. "I can make it better."
"With all due respect, I don't think so, Mistress. I'm sorry I let my emotions take over and I'm ready for my punishment."
Sam was shocked to see Raven flinch at his statement.
"No punishment, you need help Sam and I plan to give it to you. I want to make you an offer." Raven's voice was soft as if she was talking to a small child.
"No more deals, I can't take owing you anymore of myself. There is nothing left to give." Sam stated as emotionless as possible.
"I don't want anything in return. But this deal will benefit the both of us. I can't bear to see you like this so if I can help you, it will help me. I could replace the potion I've been giving with a spell. This spell could turn your free will over to me and after the five years it would revert back to you minus the memories of the past five years. You wouldn't remember your time with me, other than the deals that you made with me. Just like your brother, all the bad memories would be taken from you."
Sam was skeptical. "How? I know you are powerful, but how can you pull off a spell?"
Raven smiled brightly. "I've been around a long time, Sam. My best friend is a powerful warlock, so I've learned a trick or two. Pun intended."
"So Tom taught you to make potions and perform spells?"
"Yes, as a trickster I can change up reality but with the training Tom gave me, I can do so much more!"Raven's voice had an excited lit to it that concerned Sam.
"My free will would be gone, what does that exactly mean?" Sam still didn't trust that this was in his best interest, not with Raven offering it.
"Well, you really would become my pet. You would want direction from me for the smallest decisions. What to wear, when to sleep or eat, all decisions would be made by me. Could you live with being that dependent on me?"
Sam let out a slow breath. "I don't know. I would want you to control everything while under the spell?"
"Yes, you would find comfort in that."
Sam could feel his stomach twist at the thought. "But at the end of the five years, I wouldn't remember any of this?"
"Only that we made the two deals. The one to return Dean and this one." Raven laid a hand on Sam's leg as if in reassurance.
"I just don't know." Sam felt her tighten her grip on his leg.
"You don't have to decide right now Sam." Raven gave him a reassuring smile.
"No, I uh mean... I need to end this soon. I can't do this anymore and this is a way out. I want to do this." Sam's jaw set in determination as he answered Raven.
"If you're sure, we can do this right now." Raven's face was lit up like a kid at Christmas.
Sam's confidence flagged and he swallowed hard. "Yeah, okay. What do we need to do?"
Raven actually squealed. "Repeat after me, sweetie. I, Sam Winchester, give myself, body and soul, for the next five years to my mistress Raven."
Sam nodded and took a calming breath. "I, Sam Winchester give myself, body and soul, for the next five years to my mistress Raven."
"Good, now repeat this. At the end of the five years, I will only remember the deals that I made with my mistress, the rest of the five years will be erased from my memory and I will be returned to live with my brother."
Sam felt more confident about stating this part of the spell. "At the end of the five years, I will only remember the deals that I made with my mistress, the rest of the five years will be erased from my memory and I will be returned to live with my brother."
Raven was beaming. "Now we seal the spell with a kiss, and then you belong to me."
Sam leaned over to give his mistress a tentative kiss, but was pulled in for a more passionate one. His mistress demanding entry into his mouth.
As she released him, he felt odd. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than his mistress. His need to please his mistress.
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Dean was flustered. It had been three days and he was no closer to finding his brother than when they had started.
Earlier in the day, he and Bobby had sent Ashley packing with promises to keep in touch. She had exhausted all of her connections and expertise in tracking and so there was no point in her staying and keeping her life on hold.
No that was Dean's job. Waiting for the miracle. As he sat on top of his Impala in Bobby's front yard, he really felt like praying for just that.
He was pulled from his misery by a voice.
"Hey Deano, long time no see. To Hell and back with no post cards huh?"
Dean was startled to find Jeremy the trickster staring at him, only a few feet away. It was like staring at a ghost from their past and it brought back all the horrible memories of the last encounter.
"Hey Jeremy, I have just the present for you. Let me go inside and get the stake, it has your sister's name on it but I'm sure she doesn't mind sharing." Dean hopped off his baby, fuming.
"Cute, real cute. I know my sister can be a pill but she's really out done herself this time." Jeremy's voice had a bit of anger in it.
"Huh, so I'm I supposed to believe that you don't have anything to do with Sam's predicament?" Dean knew the answer to his question before the demigod answered.
The Trickster's face was turning red. "Oh no. I found out yesterday, when my lovely sister's best friend tracked me down. I was having such a blast to, damn it. Post offices are the perfect place to cause the dicks of the world a bit of trouble. Anyhoo, yeah my bitch of a sister is up to no good."
"Not close huh? Too bad. Somehow though, I have this feeling that you had something to do with this, maybe not directly but you had a finger in it." Dean noticed Bobby was creeping up from behind Jeremy, so he schooled his features.
"Dean, I'm not stupid. Call the gnarly old hunter off, or I won't help you and really that's what I'm here for." Jeremy gave him a smug grin.
Bobby let out a huff. "Don't trust him, Dean."
Jeremy smiled and mimicked Bobby. "Don't trust him, Dean. You'd be insane to trust a trickster, duh. Just listen a minute. My trampy adopted sister and I are not close. I can hardly stand her, but we are siblings so whenever I'm in the neighborhood I drop by. Last time, I was stupid enough to tell her stories about my encounters with the Winchester boys. She then decided to check Sam out for herself and became smitten. I just found out that she took him on as one of her newest pets. Pathetic really, Sam could be fighting the damn demons out to ruin my fun but no! My stupid sister makes him, her pet. That really pisses me off!"
Dean smirked. "So let me get this straight. You don't like demons and want Sam out there fighting them? That's why your mad at you're sister?"
"Yep, that about sums it up. Sam is very powerful and if he uses his powers on the right side, then this stupid demon war can be avoided and my fun wouldn't be interrupted." Jeremy returned the smirk.
"Huh, so this is all about your fun? Well, how do we get Sam back?" Dean had his curiosity peaked.
"Well Dean, I can take you to your brother, but it won't do you any good unless you can prove he belongs to you. So, I'm here on the long shot that you have some sort of stupid claim on Sam? Then we can challenge my sis, and maybe get him back. If not, I'm afraid I'll just have to go and yell at my sister until I feel a bit better. Or better yet a prank war!" Jeremy's eyes got wide at the mention of a prank war.
"Prank wars are fun, I grant you that. But, I think if you're on the up and up here Jeremy, we might be able to get Sam back. You see when Sam was six, he wanted to become my blood brother, like he'd seen on TV. So we cut our hands and bled on each other and he promised that he would always belong to me." Dean tried to school his features, he didn't want to give The Trickster the satisfaction of crushing him if this blood bond wasn't enough to challenge the deal.
Jeremy nodded. "That just might work!"
TBC
A/N: Just a quick note there. I started writing this story not long after The Mystery Spot, long before we knew the Trickster's secret. I refused to post the story before it was done and thus put myself into more of an AU than planned because of that. I have gone back and made Raven his adopted sister so that Loki could still be our friend in hiding. I gave him the name Jeremy – assuming that he used a name as the janitor in Tall Tales - but I couldn't find the name so just used this name. It felt weird just calling him – The Trickster- when his sister had a name.
So Raven has upped her game but her brother is onto her and we have rescue in the works!
Thanks to everyone who has read and especially those who have reviewed. I really appreciate it. A big thanks to my beta, heatherofthenight, for her beta skills and support. I did tweak a bit after her work so all mistakes are mine! I hope to have more up in a few days- real life permitting. :)
