Dean backed away when she began crying again. He walked over to the work bench and ripped off a piece of the duct tape. He came back over to Charlie and placed the tape over her mouth. He wiped away her tears when he smoothed the tape over. "Don't cry, baby. You're gonna love this."

Dean resumed nipping at her breasts. She could hear Dean fumbling with his belt. She began panicking. She was praying that he wasn't about to do what she dreaded. She could hear the sound of jeans against skin, and she knew that he was pulling his pants down. All of a sudden, she could feel him tugging at the button and zipper on her pants. Her legs were greeted by the cold air of the room as Dean slid her jeans and undies down to her ankles. Her cries were muffled by the duct tape covering her mouth.

She was slightly relieved that the sting of the bites from Dean was gone, but she began to panic once again when Dean knelt in front of her with his hands on her thighs. She was too afraid to glance down and could only feel the little butterfly kisses that laced her thighs. She felt those all too familiar hands caress her thighs, except this time it was for an evil intent. She felt his hands move upward and settle on her hips. "Charlie," said Dean softly.

What is going on? Why is he doing this? thought Charlie. She knew Dean was a jealous guy, but she never thought he'd stoop this low to take her back. She let loose a scream when Dean used his thumbs to separate her pink folds. He blew gently on her clit. She stole a glance down and met him looking back at her.

"You like that, don't you? You always liked the way I made you feel," answered Dean to her scream. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue towards her clit. Charlie squeezed her thighs shut and tried to knee him away from her. She did manage to get him away from her but the action pissed Dean off. "Bitch! Hold still." Dean had stood up and slapped her across the face splitting her lip.

Sam could not believe what was going on. He didn't have a great seat, but he was thankful for that. He couldn't bear to watch his brother hurt Charlie. He heard her smack and a sharp intake of breath. Why the hell is Dean doing this? thought Sam. His thoughts were a little fuzzy. He closed his eyes and tried to remember how this had happened. He eyes shot open. He remembered the case. The crazy exes tormenting the girls that broke up with them. Sam tried to part his lips a bit so he could wet the tape covering his mouth. It took about a minute or so for the tape to lose its adhesive quality. Once he was sure that the tape was not keeping him silent, he yelled out to Dean. "Dean! This isn't like you, dude! You got infected by the same thing all the other vics did!"

Dean was a little preoccupied with lapping away at Charlie. Oh god! It's been too damn long, he thought. "Mmm, baby girl. You're so sweet." Charlie was trying so hard to block everything out. She tried concentrating on other things like rotting corpses and dismemberments. Anything but what he was doing to her. All of a sudden, she heard Sam call out to Dean.

Dean ceased his ministrations. He looked past Charlie to Sam. He had managed to get the tape unstuck from his face. "Sam, I'm a little busy right now. Can't this wait 'til I'm done?" He sounded calm and a little frustrated.

"Dean! All the other vics did the same thing to their ex-girlfriends, but then they killed them. If you keep this up, you'll end up killing Charlie." Sam knew his brother, subconsciously, would never want to hurt her. This had to be the thing they were hunting. He seriously hoped it was.

"Little brother, I'm not gonna hurt her. Trust me. She's gonna love every little thing I'm gonna do to her." Sam noticed the maniacal undertone that was not his brother. He could hear the faint, gravelly whisper accompanying Dean's voice. He knew that it was not his brother doing these things: it was something driving him to practically rape Charlie.

"You really don't wanna do this. Come on, bro, you love her. You never told her that, but I know you love her. Do you really wanna hurt the one you love?" Sam had found a sharp edge on the back of the chair he was tied to. He reached for it trying to cut the ties around his wrists. Distract Dean. I can get loose and take him down, thought Sam.

"What do you think I'm doing? I'm only gonna show her how much I love her," answered Dean a little dementedly.

"I know you don't want to do this." By now, Sam had cut his restraints. He stopped talking and let continue what he was doing. He knew it was wrong, but to make sure all three of them to get out of there, Charlie would have to suffer a little more of Dean's touches.

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author's note: Thanks to all the people who have reviewed or even read the story. Sorry for the delays between chapters. I have been really busy with school, practice, work, and being sick, so I'm trying to get all caught up. I will try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible. Please continue to read and review. I really enjoy the reviews.