Chapter 11

Finally they reached their destination. Cade jumped out of the driver's seat, and Sebastian, the passengers. Both made their way back to the back of the vehicle. Sebastian nodded and Cade opened the door.

The occupants, captives and captors, all blinked to let their eyes get accustomed to the light. It was around 6am and the sun was just coming up over the horizon. It had been dark inside the van and with the door closed they could hardly see their hands in front of their faces. Sam had regained consciousness and was feigning off the headache that decided to make itself at home inside his body.

Ian grabbed him and jerked him unfeelingly out of the van. He lost his balance and fell. Dean glared at them. "Get up," ordered Ian and pulled Sam to his feet. He looked at Dean and smiled. "You're brother isn't too happy there Sam. He seems upset." Sam looked at Dean and then was shoved toward the door of the house. Ian followed behind with his gun pointing at Sam's back.

Cade and Justin both pulled Dean from the van and dragged him toward the house. His hands and feet were still taped and he still had the piece on his mouth.

Dean looked up at the two story monster that was before him. It was dark, uncommonly so, despite the sun rising. It was also dreary. There was a feel to the atmosphere that Dean had never felt before and never wanted to feel again. It felt like this place was the epitome of evil. Dean wondered if they were still on earth or had somehow fallen through a black hole and was now in hell. There were few windows, at least in the front and the yard was overgrown with weeds. Either Sebastian didn't stay here much or he was a terrible housekeeper.

When they entered, immediately Sam and Dean were carried upstairs. Both brothers rapidly looked around taking in the scenery and as much information as possible to help them when they tried to escape. There was a living room, study, kitchen and bathroom on the first floor, as well as the master bedroom. There was a guest room on the opposite side of the masters.

Ian shoved Sam toward the stairway. "Get to moving," he warned and prodded him with his gun. Sam went up the steps and was pulled to a stop outside a door that would lead them to their prison. Ian shoved him inside, when Sam didn't move fast enough, and over to the bed. It was more a cot, then a bed, but it would serve the purpose. They didn't want either one of them too comfortable. That would be hypocritical. "Sit down," he ordered, and Sam did as he was told.

Cade and Justin dragged Dean inside and sat him down on the opposite cot. They both looked around. The room was bare except for the two cots, a table and two chairs and an old ragged area rug that had seen better days. There were no windows in this particular room and only one way out, the door. It made and ideal prison. There was a closet that was bare except for some blankets and there was a single light with a string for turning it on and off.

Sebastian came into the room and said, "Ok boys, you can untie them." Dean smirked because Sebastian sounded more like a concerned father figure then the demon he was. He couldn't see the smirk, however, because of the tape over his mouth but Dean smirked anyway.

Cade took the knife and cut the duct tape off of Dean's feet. Immediately he kicked him and knocked him backwards. Cade landed hard and saw stars. Dean jumped to his feet, about to kick him again, when Sebastian simply waved a hand and sent him crashing against the back wall.

"Dean," yelled Sam after his gag was removed. His handcuffs were also taken off and he ran over and knelt down beside his brother.

"Get up," ordered the demon. It was difficult to do with his wrists still taped, but Sam helped him to stand up. "Get your ass on that cot," yelled Sebastian. "NOW!" Dean glared but walked over to sit down. Sam sat down beside him.

"Uh uh," said the demon and pointed at Sam. "You get on the other one." Sam didn't answer but he got to his feet and walked over to his cot. Cade also walked over, pointing the gun at Sam.

"Try it again Dean, and Sam get's shot. Do you want your brother's death to be on your hands?" Dean looked at Sam and the gun that was currently pointing at his head and knew he had better obey, "at least for now," he thought and stayed put when Justin cut the duct tape off his wrists. Dean ripped off the gag but stayed where he was.

"You're a fast learner Dean," said Sebastian. Dean glared but kept his mouth shut.

"Make your self at home gentlemen," Sebastian said sounding like the cordial host. "You're both going to be here for awhile." He turned toward the three brothers and motioned for them to follow him out. They obeyed, and left, locking Sam and Dean inside.

"There is to be a guard on this door at all times. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," Cade replied, answering for all three of them. "I'll take first watch."

"You may do it anyway you choose so long as they are guarded. They're hunters and very smart. Dean has murder in his eyes," said Sebastian grinning, despite himself. "It sure would be fun to have him on his side."

Justin and Ian walked down the stairs with the demon and Cade guarded the door. Ian would come up and relieve him in a few hours. He pulled up a chair and sat down.

Inside the room, after the door was locked, Sam walked back over to sit down beside Dean. "You okay," he asked him.

"Yeah," answered Dean a bit testy. "I'm fine." He looked at Sam and winced at the cut and the goose egg on his little brother's head. Are you?"

Sam just sat there for a few minutes not answering. This worried Dean because he was beginning to act like he had at the hotel. He turned to Sam and leaned in to him making him look at him. "Sam?"

Sam just looked at Dean like he was just seeing him. Dean cautiously touched Sam's shoulder. "Sammy," he said again. Sam continued to stare just realizing that Dean had asked him a question.

"What," he asked.

"I asked if you were okay. What is the matter with you?"

Sam shook his head. "Nothing," he said but for some unknown reason he didn't feel right. His head was hurting, pounding actually if he was honest with himself. "I'm okay."

"Yeah," said Dean. "Sure you are."

"Really," said Sam trying to sound as convincing as possible. Of course it didn't work.

"Sam you're my brother alright? I know when something is wrong with you. I mean come on. I'm talking to you and you don't answer, and then when I finally get your attention, you look at me as if you just saw me? Tell me what's wrong little brother?"

"Nothing," replied Sam again. He honestly didn't know. He just felt off," he thought. "I mean my head hurts but I'm okay."

Dean looked at Sam and Sam returned his gaze. Neither said anything for a few minutes, but then Sam spoke up. "What?" he asked, questioning the way Dean was looking at him. "How could he explain how he felt when he didn't know himself? How could he tell him what was in his head when he couldn't explain it to himself. He just felt off."

Downstairs, Sebastian had gone into the living room. He began pacing the length of it. Justin and Ian came inside and made their way over to the couch. "What are you going to do with them," asked Justin as he gazed lovingly into his master's eyes. Sebastian thought for a few minutes trying to decide. "I don't really know," he said. "I'm sure I'll think of something. Both of them have something that I want. Dean has that fire. That is powerful all by itself, but Sam has telekinesis. I'm just going to have to think about it."

Justin and Ian both nodded in agreement. They knew what he was going to do. He would have to because they would not go down easy, which made the prospect of torture more fun. They didn't know who he was going to do it to first. Either way was of no importance to the two brothers

They didn't care who was first. They would do their Master's bidding no matter what in entailed. Sam and Dean Winchester would be controlled. Justin and Ian could feel it in the air. The young hunters would not stand a chance.