A/N: Here's the next chapter. Only three more after this (and I still haven't finsihed writing the last one yet).

Chapter Fourteen

The first thing Sam noticed when he began to wake was that his head felt like he had gone ten rounds in a boxing match. The second thing he noticed was he was tied up. The third thing he noticed was it was very cold.

"Welcome back," he heard a voice. He slowly opened his eyes and his worst fears were confirmed. He was tied to a bed and he was stark naked.

"Crap," he said.

"Well, I don't think so," she smiled. Annabel was sitting on the dressing table at the end of the bed with her legs crossed and her chin resting in her hands. "I think it looks rather good."

"Let me go," Sam grunted, twisting his arms in an attempt to free himself.

"Not yet, we're going to have some fun before you die. Well, I'm going to have some fun; it might not be for you."

"You don't have to do this."

"Yes I do," she shouted psychotically. "All you had to do is let me into your life and we could have been happy together, but no, you had to side with that no good brother of yours. He treats you like crap and yet you can't see it."

"He does not treat me like crap."

"Yes he does, he always has. He's always held you back and you know it, even if you don't want to admit it."

"You've got it all wrong Annabel. He's not the one treating me like crap, you are. He's not the one who has me tied to a bed."

"But this way you won't leave me," she whispered as she hopped off the dressing table and crossed the room to Sam. She sat down next to him and rested her hand on his chest. "Not like the others. Why do you think people always leave me?"

"Because you're a psycho," he stated.

"I'm not a psycho," she flinched and a pained look crossed her face.

"Yes you are. You murdered your friend's parents before killing yourself, what sort of seven year old does that?"

"But they hurt me. They stopped me from seeing my friend."

"But you murdered them!"

"They shouldn't have tried to separate us, we were happy together but they ruined it. They had to pay."

"And how many people have had to pay over the years. How many innocent people have you killed?"

"There's been a few but they all deserved it."

"No they didn't deserve it," Sam exclaimed, "none of them deserved it, but you're so insane you can't see that."

"But none of them compared to you," she ignored him, "you were special. You were always my favourite and if I can't have you in life then it will have to be in death." She left the room and returned a moment later with a large and very sharp knife.

"You don't have to kill me Annabel," Sam told her.

"Yes I do," she said as she lifted the knife and placed it on his throat. "But first I'm going to have a little fun with you," she told him as she straddled him before kissing him harshly. He tried to struggle against her but it was no use, she was going to have her way with him.

Dean continuously struggled to free himself so he could go and save Sam's ass once again. It had been about an hours since she had taken him and he was no closer to freeing himself now then he had then. He could see the knife Sam had dropped lying on the floor near to him and he spent most of his time trying to reach it. He had slowly but surely moved closer to it and now he was practically there. He could feel the cold metal in his fingers; he just had to keep hold of it long enough to cut through the ropes.

He grunted as he finally managed to hold the knife in his hands and as quick as he could he cut through the ropes that were holding him. He smiled to himself when the ropes finally loosened and the ropes fell off his wrists. He removed the gag and made short work of the ropes around his ankles before standing up and rubbing his bruised and bloody wrists. Wincing in pain from his various wounds he hobbled towards the stairs. He was going to get Sam and then they were going to make that bitch Annabel pay.

When Dean reached the top if the stairs he heard Sam and Annabel talking. He heard Annabel threaten his baby brother and Sam begging for his life.

"Annabel, just think about this for a moment," he heard Sam say. "You don't have to do this. I'll stay with you, I promise."

"You will?" She asked, sounding surprised.

"Yes I will but you have to do one thing for me."

"What would that be?"

"You have to promise to leave Dean alone. You won't kill him, you won't hurt him and you'll let him go. If you promise to do that then I will stay with you."

Annabel stopped and thought about Sam's proposition for a moment but never released the knife from his throat. She finally made her decision, "no," she told him.

"But it's a good deal."

"I would rather have both of you dead then have him living," she told him.

"Then you will have to kill me because death would be preferable to spending my life with you if he's dead and even then I won't I be with you. If I die then I'll have my body cremated so my spirit won't be tied to you."

This made Annabel even angrier and she raised the knife and prepared to slash his throat.

"Hey," Dean called out as he stormed into the room. "Let him go."

"Oh good, the brother's here," she said holding the knife against Sam's throat. "Ready to watch Sammy die?"

"Oh, he's not going to die but you on the other hand are a completely different story."

"I'm not scared of you," she gloated.

"Yes but you've lost. Sam doesn't want you and it doesn't matter if you kill him, you still won't have him." This pissed Annabel off even more.

"I will be back," she shouted and in her anger she left Allie's body, causing it to fall in a heap on the floor. Annabel's spirit floated around the room before escaping through the window and she disappeared off into the night.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief before moving to untie Sam. "How are you doing little brother?" He smirked.

"I'd be a whole lot better if I wasn't tied naked to a bed."

"I bet you would," he said before he started laughing.

"Stop laughing and untie me," Sam said irritably.

"But it's funny. Don't you think it's funny," Sam just glared at Dean. "Fine I'll untie you," he conceded, "But I'll give you props for one thing."

"And what would that be?"

"No matter what she did, at least she didn't get a rise outta you," Dean managed to say before he started laughing hysterically again.

"Shut up you jerk and untie me," he demanded.

"Yeah, yeah whatever you say."