A/N: Ok I've been trying my best to set aside time to write an update and every time I have my crazy boss calls me in to work an extra sift! Ahh I hate her, but any way I am seriously going to do my best to update, I know how annoying it is when there are

updates for weeks… Hope you like it : )

Sam had been asleep – or unconscious for only ten minutes, but to Dean it seemed like ten years. He was finally getting some much needed rest, but Dean could stop himself from nudging his brother every so often in an attempt to wake him.

He needed his brother awake for his own sake. He needed his geeky persona, and the slight grin he makes when he's being teased. He needed his brother to tell him what the fuck the demon was talking about. He needed his brother. Period.

But when Sam did start to come to, he quickly regretted it.

Sam didn't come back to consciousness with a yawn and a soft sigh. He came back with a moan in pain and a small tear trailing down his cheek. The pain already too much for him to bear.

Damn, am I one fuck-up of a brother.

"Sammy? Hey Sammy," Dean looked his brother over and quickly noticed his wheezing. Oh god, he's wheezing. Stop it Sam! Stop it right now!

"What… What are you… still doin' here?" Sam pushed out through chapped lips. With the constant throbbing pain and burning sensations covering his entire body, he has yet to notice the cuff chained to his left arm, let alone the one chained to Dean's.

"Chained to the wall, man. I'm not going any where, so get that out of your head right now." It was a firm statement, yet one filled with such compassion Sam almost accepted it. Almost accepted the fact his brother wasn't going to leave him behind. What a tragedy. "Ok Sam, I need you to tell me what the demon was doing to you before."

Dean wanted so desperately to reach his brother and tend to his injures, but the plain truth was he was too far away. The only logical thing to do at this point is form a plan to get the three of them the hell out of there.

"He… It's pretty weird…"

"Well Sammy your gonna have to suck it up and tell me just what you mean." That was harsh. But Dean needed to know what the demon was holding over his brother.

"He sort of… gets in my head… and like… reads my… mind." Sam paused to catch his breath for a second and then continued, "And I can… hear him… talking… in my… head…"

Weird's the only word you can come up with to describe that? "You're right Sam, that is pretty weird…" he managed to whisper, softly as if it was some sort of reassurance. A reassurance that someone was listening. Someone was hearing Sam now; he wasn't alone in this any more.

Sam's wheezing continued and was now accompanied by sudden gasps for breath and an occasional slow closing of the eyes, only to reopen seconds later with the same glassy look in them. The same dead-broken stare. Sam didn't think he had much time. He didn't think he wanted more time.

"What did he tell you?" Dean finally asked after Sam seemed to have gained some composure.

Sam took a deep breath, "He said… I had to… go with him… use my… powers… and he'd… let you… and Bobby go… I just have to-"

"Sam you are under no circumstances going with him, do you understand me? You are never going missing again. You're never leaving me-" Dean stopped his rant mid-sentence when he realized Sam knew what he was going to say. Saying it out loud wasn't necessary. Dean joined his brother in taking a deep breath and then said in a more collected voice, "Look Sam, you stay with me. Ok?"

Sam nodded slightly even though he knew if it came down to Dean's life, he was going with the damn demon. Unless he could find a way to kill it or die first.

"He said… he was coming… in an hour…"

Dean nodded even more slightly than Sam had and said, "Just give me a few minutes to think."

Sam mentally rolled his eyes. He knew there was nothing they could do. The demon would come back. Dean would argue. The demon would argue back. And eventually it would come down to whether or not Sam would go with him willingly.

Do god knows what.

Or demon knows what.

"Thank god!" Dean exclaimed. Sam threw a confused look in his brothers direction, "Paperclip! Knew it was a good idea to start carrying these around!" he shouted excitedly.

Sam couldn't help but grin at first, but the second the paperclip came close to his brother's lock, panic suddenly took over him.

"No Dean!.. Wait!"

Dean quickly stopped and looked at his brother. I'm freeing us and this freakin idiot is telling me to wait? "Sam, what?"

"Don't… Don't unlock it…."

"What? Why?" Dean was completely lost. Why wouldn't Sam want his brother to unlock his cuff?

"No Dean… he'll know… he knows everything…"

Dean looked to the other side and shakes his head, "Screw that Sam! Let him know! Let him come back here!"

"But Dean… You can't… do anything…"

"What do you mean I can't do anything?"

"When he…. gets here… you have… no way of… fighting him… you'll just… make him… angry… give him… an excuse… to hurt you…"

Dean just sat for a second, thinking more. Like that did any good.

"Ok, Sam but what else do you suggest we do?" it was funny how Dean could almost predict what Sam's answer to that would be.

Sam tried to push himself a little closer to his brother, but that only caused more pain to shoot up his body. He pressed his head, hard against the wood floor. Like more pressure on his body would stop it from hurting. Like if it were pain vs. pain they would cancel each other out. Reach some sort of balance. It obviously didn't.

"Give me… the paperclip… I'll un-lock… mine…"

"Hell no Sam. Hell no. So he can be mad at you? So he can screw you up even more? What the fuck are you on? Do you ever think of yourself? Ever?" Dean was rambling but he actually wanted the answers to these questions. He wasn't just trying to make Sam think as usual, change his mind.

"Do you?" Not the answer he was looking for. But it was valid.

"No Sam. No."

"Dean… Trust me… I've got… a plan…" Sam sounded so fucking convincing. He did have a plan, Dean was sure of it.

But all Sam could think is; I wish I did have a plan.

"What is it?" Dean didn't usually doubt his brother, and he didn't now. But he did want to be filled in on something that held his and brother's life in the balance.

"I can't tell you…" Sam whispered with a small smile, "You'll wreck it."

The hell I will, "No I won't!"

Sam smiled like he was sure it would be his last one and let out a rare chuckle, "Don't get… offended Dean… It's just… better if you… don't know…"

Dean had just realized that Sam's short breathes in between words had started to sound normal, like he barely even noticed anymore. How sick is that?

Dean eyed his brother. From his goofy grin to his injuries. Only Sam could put those two things together. Well, maybe Dean could too.

He pushed the paperclip over to his brother and almost instantly regretted it. Suddenly he wished that it was safely back into his grasp. Because the second Sam got it into his hand, and Sam mouthed a small thank-you, it was driven into the lock.

Sam pulled his wrist from the cuff and rubbed his it. All seemed to be well, maybe he was just over thinking things.

"Ahem…" that was what Sam heard before his world came crashing down around him. His hopes of getting out with his brother and Bobby. Gone. The all too played out, so-called cough. That destroyed his life.

"You have some balls kid. Balls." With that small utterance from the demon that had invaded their privacy (which by the way was way before the time he was due back) Sam's wrist flew back into the cuff and crashed into the wall behind him. Dean couldn't help himself from cursing right along with his brother.

"That was 18 minutes." The demon said, looking at his watch, "So I'm guessing you've reached your decision?"

Sam's face tightened, partly because he was in pain and partly because he was disgusted, "Just… leave us… alone…"

Dean glanced over at Sam, expressionless. Sam had given up and resorted to begging. Something no demon would ever care about. His eyes were beginning to slip closed, and before Dean had a chance to say anything, the demon was doing it again.

'This got old a long time ago, Sam.'

All of the demon's attention was focused on Sam, but unlike before, Sam wasn't screaming in agony. Instead he was making a small whimpering noise. One that expressed even more pain than any screams could. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, but all he could do to battle the pain was shift in discomfort.

He slowly reached to his side and found the paperclip. Battling the demons attack he flicked the key over to Dean. The older man snatched it quickly and shoved it into the cuff and fiddled with it for a couple seconds before the cuff snapped open and Dean was on his feet.

Dean didn't even think, just threw himself at the demon, and took him down to the floor. The only clue that the connection had been broken was the harsh breath Sam took, and with that clarification, Dean was punching. He hit the demon as hard as he could, but all the demon did was smile back.

Dean got more frustrated and continued to punch him harder and harder but then suddenly Dean flew back against the wall and the demon was free of him.

The demon stood up with a smirk and whipped the blood form his face. It shook it's head a little before taking a few threatening steps towards Dean. It smiled and shook his head again before graving Sam by his shirt and holding him up against the wall with strength no human could have.

Sam winced and moaned when he heard the demon open it's mouth.

"Alright Sammy this is it, no more paperclips or amateur attacks from Deany here just you and me. You have a choice to make Sam because right now I don't care if your brother lives or not but I'm sure you do, right Sammy?" the demon spoke with threw clenched teeth and his eyes traced over Sam's face and upper body, trying to intimidate him.

Sam groaned, "Don't… touch… Dean…"

"Then you better make a decision and make it fast cause once you decide, your done. No re-do's and no matter how hard you try your little psychic powers can't turn back time. So make up your mind. Right now."

Dean tried to shake his head, but the force was too strong, "No Sam. Don't you dare, don't you dare do what he wants, don't you dare!"

Sam sighed and looked at his brother. He knew the demon wouldn't hesitate to kill him and then kill Bobby before taking Sam anyway. He couldn't let that happen.

"Sorry… Dean…"

Dean's eyes grew wide and he yelled as loud as he could, "No Sam, I said NO!"

Sam ignored his brother and turned his eyes back to the demon. He looked him in the eyes before sending his eyes downcast, "I'll go… with you… just… let them… go…"

"And you'll what?"

Sam kept staring down and whispered, "I'll use… my powers…."

The demon laughed, "That's a boy!" he looked back over at Dean, "You're one lucky son of a bitch… Catch ya later… Or not…" he shrugged and turned back to Sam, "Well alright then. Time to go missing."

Dean tried to shout one more thing but before he had the chance to even open his mouth, everything went black.