Words Unspoken

Disclaimer: I have no claims to the show Supernatural, the characters or themes, I just like to play with the characters, tease, torture, caress and the rest!! Don't shoot the writer!


CHAPTER 9

'Dean you have to calm down,' John said as he rested a hand on his eldest son's arm, 'you won't be able to help Sam if you don't.'

'Don't worry Dad; I am calm, very calm!' Dean said his voice low and empty of all emotions.

'Dean I have enough to worry about without you as well,' John snapped his grip tightening on Dean's arm.

'Let go of me old man!' Dean said staring his father down, John finally let go and returned his attention back to the macabre sight below them.

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Decebal smiled at his guests as he stood and addressed them again, 'my friends behind me is the perfect martyr, self-sacrificing, modest, moral and completely unaware of just how special he is,' Decebal strode around his throne to stand next to Sam, caressing the young man's leg. 'His strength is more than just physical he has strength of spirit and character that is why he is the perfect candidate for your viewing pleasure. 'You will notice that I have supplied plenty of pleasure slaves for this section of the entertainment, they are there to fulfil your every whim.' Decebal levitated up to eye level with Sam, while his guests chose their personal slaves for the evening. The demon smiled at his pet prisoner and stroked his cheek, 'now Sam do I have to use force, or are you willing to do as you are instructed?'

Sam remained silent; turning his head, he simply glared at his captor and then returned his gaze to a point on the far wall above everyone's heads. 'I really wish you wouldn't be so stubborn Samuel, it would be so much easier for you if you would just comply with my instructions.'

'Go to hell Decebal,' Sam ground out angrily, 'do what you want, you will anyway.'

Decebal hissed, angrily he floated in front of Sam blocking everyone's view momentarily, grasping Sam's face in one hand, he squeezed viciously digging his talons into Sam's cheeks until he opened his mouth. With his free hand Decebal extricated a small vial from his robes, popped the lid off it, pushing Sam's head back as far as he could, and then poured the contents of the tube into Sam's mouth then he pushed his chin up and pinched his nose forcing Sam to swallow.

'You will learn to obey me Samuel,' Decebal hissed as the poison spread through Sam's system, his muscles contracted and spasmed uncontrollably, his breathing hitched and wheezed as his lungs started to shut down. His eyes widened as he gasped for each torturous breath.

Then just as quickly as it started the convulsion stopped and Sam's head lolled forward, his eyes glazed and unfocused, his breathes came in short sharp gasps through his slack mouth.

Satisfied Decebal lowered himself to the stage and turned to face his curious audience, 'are we ready for the main event?'

The audience cheered and Decebal puffed out his chest and smiled widely, 'are we ready for the main event?' he yelled again encouraging the various creatures and humans to get even more excited.

'Lower Samuel to the ground,' he ordered his silent helpers, 'bring the girl.'

Sam stood passively between the two demonoids waiting for his next instruction, his blurred gaze roamed the room, curiously he wondered who all of the people were and why were they watching him. Slowly he lifted his eyes and stared at the ceiling and the balcony. Movement up there caught his attention and a shadow passed across his face only to have the blankness return.

Too wrapped up in his showmanship Decebal failed to notice the slight change in Sam's posture or where exactly he was staring; he just continued with his next spiel building the audience's anticipation into a crescendo.

Sam felt himself pulled, forced to walk he shuffled his feet and moved in the direction he was led in. Dully he blinked as they removed his scant clothing rendering him naked, appropriate 'oohs and ahhs' came from the crowd as they took in his tall muscular frame, some wolf whistled and others salivated with they saw the injuries he bore, the signs of violence heightening their lust even more.

Jo stood trembling trapped between the guards, her eyes wild and her gaze flicked from one person to another as she tried to comprehend what was happening. Eventually she turned her stare to Sam, silently begging him to help her when she saw the blank look on his face, his slack-jaw and glazed eyes, 'no Sam what have they done to you?' she wept against the gag, muffling her sobs she jumped when she felt them undoing the robe they had her wearing. It slipped from her slender, young body and then they freed her trapped wrists and removed the gag.

Decebal cast a slightly bored look over the young woman, scrawny almost childlike but serviceable for what he needed her for. The only way to break Sam's stubbornness and stiff-necked pride. 'Put her on the dais.' He waved his hand dismissively, the girl was expendable, and then he went to stand in front of Sam.

'listen to me my pet, I want you to take this wench, you need the release, and you need to feed the lust flaring through you. Take her, use her, and abuse her do what you will but don't fight the lust.' Decebal whispered his instructions, then to the guard standing next to a table, 'bring me the goblet.'

With a chilling grin Decebal took the goblet and swirled the viscous fluid inside it, then he scraped went over to Jo and digging one of his talons into her forearm he slashed a long cut with the razor sharp claw. Holding the goblet under her bleeding arm, he gathered some of her blood, and then he ran a finger over the cut and sealed it with a scorching touch.

Swirling the goblet again, he hooked a claw into his own arm and gathered a small amount of his own blood, satisfied with the mix he returned to Sam, 'force him to his knees and hold him,' he ordered waiting for them to get his prisoner into position. Gripping Sam's hair with his free hand he yanked hard and pulled Sam's head back to almost snapping point, and then he poured the bloody mix down Sam's throat in one thick stream. Holding his chin tightly he closed Sam's mouth and held his nose again forcing Sam to swallow all of it.

The fire coursed through Sam burning his internal organs and igniting his blood, when he lifted his head and opened his eyes, a cold sneer formed on his lips. A red stain replacing the whites of his eyes and his normal bright dark green eyes now black and flared with gold flames.

Clapping his hands with glee Decebal sat down on his throne and waved his hand, 'let the entertainment commence, release him. My friends you are now going to witness the destruction of innocence and goodness, and the release of true black power.'

Sam staggered slightly and shook his head to clear the fog in his mind, he could feel the lust building inside of him, and he turned his attention to the young girl writhing terrified before him. Her hands trapped in shackles, her blond hair wild around her face, her blue eyes wide and filled with fear. He could taste the fear, an intoxicating liquor calling him. With a low primal growl, he dropped to his knees and stalked towards her on hands and knees, sniffing and nuzzling as he made his way along her quivering legs. He moved upwards nibbling her flesh and scenting the fear he crawled over her until he could place a hand on either side of her head, his knees on each side of her hips. He smiled down at her as he lowered his mouth to hers taking her lower lip in between his teeth he bit down hard, tasting the spiciness of her blood.

A low terror-filled moan came from Jo as she watched Sam's slow but relentless movements until he reached her face. She flinched when he bit her lip and sucked at her blood. Her stomach churned and she wanted to scream and fight back, but her hands trapped in the hard cuffs of the shackles trapping her beneath him.

'Please Sam, fight this...you don't want to do this.' Jo whispered brokenly, 'please fight it Sam.'

Sam hesitated his head hanging low, long pants dragged from his lungs made his shoulders shake, Jo's hopes rose a fraction when she saw him hesitate, 'please Sam don't do this, Decebal is forcing you, you don't want to hurt me.'

Sam finally lifted his head, his eyes glowing red embers, a cold smile fixed on his handsome features as he lowered his face to hers once again. 'Your fear is making me drunk with power,' he growled in her ear, his hot breath and rumbling voice vibrating through Jo and she could feel her body betray her and start to respond to him.

'Ah that's it, tremble for me, and release your fears.' Moving back slightly he leaned down and took one of her quivering breasts in his mouth, biting and sucking her tender nipple until she cried out, the scream that followed filled the room. He moved to her other breast, giving it the same brutal treatment, 'feed me, feed me,' he chanted repeatedly as he plunged his rock hard erection into Jo. Her screams intensified as he pounded himself again and again into her. She felt as though she was detached from her body, floating above the horrific scene on the dais.

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John turned to give his son instructions but Dean was already gone, cussing under his breath he scanned the area finally seeing him stealthily moving along the walls, staying in the shadows.

Moving just as quickly as his son John hurried to move along the opposite wall, his gun nestled in his hand almost comforting in its feel. The audience too involved in the macabre spectacle on the stage to notice the two intruders.

Dean swallowed the bile as he fixed his gaze on Sam, he tried to remain positive, but deep down he knew, the guilt of raping Jo will kill Sam, gripping his gun even tighter he moved steadily towards the front of the room, refusing to look at the audience and the growing orgy to his side. The scent of lust and sex burnt his nostrils but instead of 'turning him on' the scent fuelled his white rage and disgust at the debauchery.

Jo's scream pierced the air and made Dean shudder, brought his wondering thoughts back to his objective.

A moving shadow in his peripheral vision made Dean turn his head slightly, his eyes scanning the shadows until he locked gazes with his father. The two experienced hunters nodded imperceptibly to each other and then continued on their painfully slow way to the stages. They had to time it right, one wrong move and it could mean Sam's death there and then.

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Jo sobbed loudly as she squirmed under Sam's relentless attack, the ferocity of his thrust made her feel like she was splitting in two. Suddenly he stopped, his body shuddered and he stared down at her blinking, a lost and confused look on his face.

'Sam?' Jo whispered between her sobs.

'Jo?' Sam mumbled, shaking violently Sam gasped and slumped forward unconscious lying on top of Jo. His body jerked with the continued spasms when one of the demonoids grabbed him and dragged him off the dais and onto the floor.

Sam started to convulse, black foam bubbled from his mouth as his back arched as his muscles contorted painfully.

Decebal snarled and ordered the curtain to be drawn, although the majority of the audience were too busy in their own carnal activities to worry about the abrupt ending of the entertainment.

'What's wrong?' he snarled as he marched over to the dais, Jessie following close behind, curiosity written across her face.

Jo strained to see Sam and check if he's alright but the shackles held her tight, frustrated she dropped her head and let out a deep breath, she hadn't even realised that she was holding her breath.

Decebal glared down at Sam, furious at him for spoiling such a perfect evening, he watched dispassionately as the young man writhed uncontrollably on the floor, blood and black foam mingling on his lips the wide terror-ridden eyes rolling back in his head. 'Fix this Jessie.' He ordered indicating Sam with a wave of his fingers. 'Now.'

'I – I don't know if I can I mean it might be too late.' Jessie stammered staring in horror at Sam.

Before she could do anything, he let out a hoarse cry and then collapsed, lying still on the floor his breath coming in short shallow gasps, with a shaking hand Jessie checked his pulse, it was barely there. 'He's dying.' She said looking up at her Master.

'If he dies so do you.' Decebal announced angrily, 'I am not going to lose my source to unending power.'

Jessie swallowed and stared down at Sam's pale face, gently she wiped the foam away from his mouth and checked his airways. 'I am sorry about this Sam,' she whispered as she laid her hands on his forehead and chest.

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Dean watched Sam collapse and rushed the stage, he felt as though time had slowed down and he was running through glue, still too far away to help his brother.

John reached the stage at the sametime as Dean they glanced at each other, drew and cocked their guns in unison and burst into the scene behind the curtains.

They found Jessie lying facedown next to Sam's prone body, Jo naked, sobbing and chained to the dais but Decebal and his demonoids were gone.

Dean dropped his gun and ran straight to Sam, cradling his baby brother's head on his lap he carefully felt for a pulse, he let out a small sigh when he felt the strong beat under his finger and then he held his hand over Sam's mouth and nose, feeling the slight touch of his breath. 'He's alive Dad.' Dean muttered without looking up.

John undid the shackles and carefully covered Jo with his coat, she stared up at him, her lower lip trembling as she waited for more abuse to come, when it didn't she turned her face away and sobbed quietly.

Clearing his throat John turned and knelt down next to Jessie, roughly rolling her over he let out a small gasp when he saw the withered and lifeless woman lying on there.

Her skin now dry and cracked, looked as thin as parchment, her face lined with creases of age, the eyes open but only empty sockets looked up.

Her hands and feet curled into tight claw like objects with malformed knuckles and joints. Her blond hair once thick and luxurious, now lank thin and grey.

Dean glanced at the rapidly aging corpse as it continued to wither until it crumpled into a pile of dust. 'One down one to go,' Dean muttered as he returned his attention back to Sam. 'Dad how is he? I mean they forced him to ... Jo, fuck is she alright?'

'I'm fine Dean,' a whispered response came from the dais, looking up he met her sad bruised eyes and shuddered.

'I am so sorry Jo.'

'Hey nothing to be sorry for Dean and it is definitely not Sam's fault.'

'We know we saw what happened.' John said as gently as he could.

Jo let out a sob and hid her face in her hands, shame, and embarrassment flooding through her and staining her face red. 'I am so sorry, so sorry,' she wept.

'Dean?' Sam mumbled staring at his brother through slitted eyes, 'I'm dead aren't I?'

'That is one thing you aint, Dude, you are not dead.' Dean grinned down at Sam.

'Then why do you look like you're at a funeral?' Sam asked, 'argh Dean it hurts,' he whimpered, 'Decebal where is he?'

'Gone for now Sammy but don't worry as soon as you're well enough we gonna hunt that mother and send him back to the black bowels of hell.'

TBC