TICK TOCK Grandfather's clock

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CHAPTER 13

Sam watched Ellen carefully as she moved around the room gyrating seductively in front of him, he had to remain calm and try not to think of what she did to Dean. Dean how the hell did he cope with all of this and stay Dean?

'You really shouldn't ignore me when I ask you a question.' Ellen interrupted his reverie slapping him soundly, 'I hate to be ignored.'

'I ah didn't ignore you Ellen, it's just that ahh I don't feel so good.'

'Nonsense you are just being rude.'

'No, no honestly I feel like I'm gonna hurl.' Sam said, relieved in a strange way that he did feel so nauseous vomiting was fast becoming a good option. Ellen stood staring at him her eyes narrowing as she took in his slightly green sheen, clammy skin and glassy eyes.

'If you're lying what I did to Dean will pale in comparison to what I will do to you.' She threatened as she undid his restraints leaving the one around his neck until last, 'remember Sammy no tricks.' She said as she undid it and guided him to the bathroom.

Sinking to his knees at the toilet, Sam felt his stomach lurch one last time losing the contents of it in one long retch. Gagging slightly he felt his aching shoulders sag and his legs turn to water, weakly he felt himself slide down the wall until he only thing keeping him upright was the toilet itself.

'Ooh poor baby is sick.' Ellen cooed as she squatted in front of Sam, 'think you need to be cleaned up.'

'Can I talk to Karen please Ellen?' Sam asked between each shuddering breath, his stomach still roiled and threatened to explode again. 'I'm sick, really sick I need Karen's help.'

'Shh Sam, it's alright I'm here.' Karen said as she brushed his hair back from his eyes, 'let's get you cleaned up.'

'Karen?' Sam blinked and tried to focus on her face, same as Ellen's but there were subtle differences not physical but differences just the same.

'Come on Sweets, I'm not going to have much time with you.' Karen said with a sad smile, 'let's get you in the shower first, can you manage by yourself?'

Sam nodded but let her help him stand up; once he regained his equilibrium he lurched towards the shower cubicle. 'Ah sorry Karen.' He mumbled as dizziness made him sway unsteadily and brace himself against the wall to stop falling. 'Don't know what's wrong...'

'Easy Sam,' Karen helped him onto a shower stool before turning the water on, 'don't worry bout it I'm used to showering men.' She grinned at the embarrassment shining in his eyes.

Relishing the feel of the hot water on his aching body Sam closed his eyes and let Karen wash his back. 'Feels good.' He admitted as she massaged his strained neck and shoulder muscles with soapy hands.

'Glad you like it Sammy boy.' Ellen giggled in his ear before nibbling his ear lobe, 'my you are a big boy aren't you.'

'Where's Karen?' He yelped jumping up in fright he grabbed a towel and turned the taps off.

'I got sick of waiting so she's back where she belongs.' Ellen laughed happily, 'oh slowly does it Sammy boy I want to enjoy the show.'

'Where are my clothes Ellen?'

'Oh I burnt them.' She said with a dismissive wave, 'they were ruined anyway.'

'I need clothes Ellen.'

'You need clothes?' She echoed him angrily, 'you do not tell me what you need. I tell you!'

'S-s-sorry Ellen.' Sam stammered dropping his gaze to the floor.

'Hmm nice to see you realise your place so quickly Sammy, keep this up and things will be a lot better for you.'

'Th-thank you.'

'So do you feel better after throwing up that is?'

'Yeah, I mean yes thanks Ellen I feel a lot better.' Sam said as he tightened the towel around his waist again.

'Well come on then, if you keep behaving and being respectful then we won't have to string you up again.'

'Thanks Ellen.' Sam's stomach tightened as he tried to keep himself sounding passive. 'I – I am trying.'

'Very good, so this is where you will sleep.' Ellen unlocked a door and led Sam into a windowless small room, with two small grated vents at the top of the outer wall, a single bed in one corner and a small table next to it the only furniture in the room. 'If you continue to behave then I might, just might allow you to move into my bedroom.'

'Ah thank you Ellen.' Sam kept his head down and tried to make sure the disgust he felt didn't sound as he spoke.

'Okay into bed with you big boy.' Ellen led him by the arm to the bed and pushed him backwards onto the mattress. Sam let out a small woof of air as his body collided with the hard mattress, his breath knocked from his lungs.

Before he knew what was happening Ellen straddled his waist and running her fingers lightly up his left arm she pushed it up until she could snap a handcuff around it, silencing his protests with a finger on his lips Ellen did the same with his right arm, kissing him gently she slid down his body and trapped his ankles in handcuffs attached to the bed-end.

'Ellen what ... why?' Sam gasped his eyes growing wide with fear, 'I won't...'

'Sh, it is for your own good, I don't want you to fall out of the bed, or roam around and get hurt in the dark.' Ellen giggled, 'anyway there's something about strapping young men being handcuffed to my bed that just gives me goosebumps!'

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Dean twisted his crutches in his hands listlessly as he waited for Mike to turn up, he hated turning to the cop who had replaced him temporarily in Sam's life but he didn't know where else or who else to turn too.

'Dean?' A deep masculine voice called from outside making Dean shudder even more, 'Dean you in there?'

'It's open Mike.' Dean finally answered his hand caressing his handgun as he watched the door open and the older man step inside carefully moving with the stitches still fresh in his side.

'Hey Dean.'

'Hey Mike.' Dean regarded the man evenly, still unwilling to put his gun away just yet.

'So what's going on Dean? I think you had better start from the beginning.'

'Well to tell you the truth Mike, I'm not exactly sure Sam answered the phone while I was in the shower, he told me Ellen had rung and wanted to meet with him alone, we had a – a talk ... about El ... stuff and then we decided to go together after I had some rest. When I woke up he left my crutches out of my reach and the door locked. From what some witnesses say she must have drugged him. Fuck Mike she has Sam, he's – he would never cope if she does to him what she did to me.'

'What did she do to you Dean? You have done everything to avoid making a statement about it.'

'Drop it Mike.' Dean growled as he reached for his crutches.

'Dean what did she do?' Mike pressed the issue, not quite sure why but he knew he had to find out. 'Tell me Dean what did Ellen do to you?'

'She raped me!' Dean yelled startling himself with his own voice, 'she smashed my knees and my shoulder, she cuffed me to the bed, and she...fucked me over well and truly.'

'I am so sorry Dean.' Mike went to put a hand on Dean's shoulder but the younger man shrugged it off and started to hobble towards the door, 'you coming, or what?'

'Coming ... Dean if you need to talk to anyone I can recommend a great counsellor.'

'Look I just want you to help me find my brother and get that psycho bitch after that Sam and I are leaving I don't need or want any recommendations for any counsellors or shrinks, I'm fine! I just need to make I find Sam before...'

'Well let's go then!' Mike held the door open and waited for Dean to hop out before he locked it and hurried ahead to open the car door, the sheer tenacity and willpower shown by Dean completely amazed Mike, he was fast understanding the bond between the brothers and it both scared and impressed him at the same time.

'Okay this is going to sound dumb but do we have any idea on where to look for them?' Mike asked as he pulled away from the curb and into the traffic.

'The witnesses said that she drove straight down the highway and away from town.' Dean offered leaning his head back he fidgeted in the more modern seating of Mike's car, it was alright, but it wasn't the impala.

'Hmm, I might have an idea where she has taken them.'

'Where?' Dean sat up and stared at Mike in surprise.

'Well I haven't been there but Karen told me about a small cottage her mother owned in the woods, we were going to have a weekend there in the Spring.'

'Ah sorry man.' Dean mumbled suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

'Not your fault Dean, hell I didn't even know the truth about Karen – err I mean Ellen.'

Mike thumped the steering wheel in frustration. 'I can't believe that I was taken in by her.'

'Sounds like she has had a long time to practice and get it right with the three personalities.'

'But I'm a copper I should know when someone is not right.'

'She's good man she's too good at hiding it, probably she's had these three personalities since she was a kid. Each one has their own individual lives; think about it she managed to become a well respected nurse and everything. Nah I don't think anyone could have picked up on her.'

'Thanks for saying that.' Mike said trying to sound convincing, 'I know that Ellen is the dominate personality but I have to believe that Karen is her true self. She is just too good and too good a nurse to be a psychotic creation.'

'I know what you mean, Mike we will find them before it gets out of control. I know we will.' Dean said as he stared out the window, hang on Sammy, just hang on we're coming to get you.

TBC