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Last chapter of Meg induced torture.
Chapter 21
Caleb made his way in, his nose wrinkling at the smell of beer. He walked over to Sam, ignoring the shattered glass cutting into his feet. "Tie her to the poll over there." Sam pointed out the wooden pole. He handed her limp form to Caleb and then started searching the room for anything that might be useful. Caleb obeyed silently, tying her good and tight. Sam chuckled. "Cat got you tongue?" He teased and then grinned. "You can speak kitten."
Caleb cocked his head to the side to look at Sam. "What do you want me to say?"
"Nothing in particular at the moment kitten. Just thought you might like the ability to speak." Sam moved over to him, checking the ropes. "Good job kitten. Now we wait."
"Affirmative." Caleb started to look around the bar, his kitten like curiosity getting the better of him, leaving bloody footprints in his wake as he walked over the broken glass.
"Does that hurt kitten?" Meg asked, feeling Sam finally starting to sluggishly react to the world again. Guess she hadn't totally broken him then. She sat on the edge of the bar and held a hand out to Caleb.
"Does what hurt?" Caleb looked over at her from where he was scanning the different liquors.
"Your feet." She wiggled Sam's fingers in a come here motion.
Caleb made his way over. "Do you want me to feel pain?"
Sam pulled him to stand between his legs, sitting on the bar he towered over Caleb. He put his hands on Caleb's shoulders, massaging lightly. "Be aware of it but not care." he answered before kissing Caleb, wanting to put on a show for dear Jo who was slowly starting to stir. Caleb purred, leaning up to kiss Sam back. Sam pulled him tight against his body, letting Caleb feel it as he hardened in arousal. He dropped a hand to rub Caleb's groin, wanting him aroused.
Caleb moaned and moved against Sam's hand, nibbling on Sam's lower lip with a soft moan. "Sam..."
Sam slipped off the bar and then turned to lift Caleb onto it, a hand in Caleb's hair to keep his head still as they kissed. "What do you want kitten?" He asked, hearing the low moan of pain coming from Jo.
"You... I want you." Caleb breathed. All he knew, all he saw was Sam. "Please?"
"What the hell is going on? What are you doing?" Jo's groggy voice demanded and Sam turned to see her staring in shock. Sam grabbed Caleb's arms and wrapped them around himself so Caleb was hugging him.
"What does it look like Jo?" Caleb nuzzled and mouthed at Sam's neck, oblivious to Jo's presence. "Not now Caleb, poor little Jo here doesn't understand." Sam told him. "But you have been a good kitten...just lie back on the bar and rest while I talk to Jo, think of me and how I reward you for being such a good kitten." Sam told him, walking closer to the tied up woman. Caleb stretched out on the bar, watching Sam from his perch. Eyes half lidded as if he was dozing. Sam glanced at him and smiled before turning back to Jo."So what exactly did your Mom tell you about how your Dad died?" He asked as he circled Jo, occasionally glancing at where Caleb lay.
"You're not Sam." She glared and Sam smirked.
"Don't be so sure of that. Answer the question." He told her but she stayed quiet. Sam moved to squat in front of her, leaning in, his expression shifting to one of open concern. He pulled out a large knife and stroked her face with it. "Come on, it's me. You can tell me anything, you know that. Answer. The question."
"Fine." She spat angrily.
"Fine." Sam echoed and she glared.
"Our Dads were in California. Devil's Gate Reservoir. They were setting a trap for some kind of Hell spawn. John was hiding, waiting, and my Dad was bait.
Sam laughed. "That's just like John. Oh, I'll bet he dangled Bill like meat on a hook. Then what?" He got up and moved to stand behind her.
"The thing showed up. John got too eager, jumped out too soon, got my Dad exposed out in the open. The thing turned around and killed him."
Sam leant in and played with her hair. "Hmmmm. Not quite."
"What?"
"What? Oh. See, it hurt him. It didn't kill him. You really don't know the truth, do you? I'll bet your Mom doesn't either?" Sam moved to face her again.
"Know what?" Jo demanded, unable to fight the urge to glance at the male lying on the bar, intense green eyes hooded but locked on Sam. Sam laughed and Jo blushed, looking down.
Caleb yawned and stretched, cracking his back before reaching for Sam with a soft mew. He wanted Sam, needed him. He whined pleadingly and purred.
"Listen to him Jo, so needy. He's incredible to look at isn't he?" Sam taunted, gripping her face to make her look. Jo glanced at the young man spread out on the bar; his shirt had ridden up to reveal a well toned form. She blushed and shut her eyes.
"Why is he..."
"Because I told him to. Kitten does what I tell him, don't you Caleb?"
"Affirmative." Caleb purred, blood dripping from his feet.
"What do you think Jo? Should I give him what he wants?" Sam asked and Jo stared at Caleb in horror. This couldn't be Sam, Sam wouldn't do this.
"Yes." She whispered, wanting the boy to be helped somehow. He sounded like an animal one second and...like a zombie or something the next.
"Hear that Caleb? Jo thinks you should get what you want." Sam walked back over to Caleb and kissed him, biting Caleb's lip hard enough to draw blood, a hand tracing down Caleb's side.
Caleb whimpered in pleasure, purring louder as he kissed back, a hand going around Sam's waist. "Sam..."
"Such a good kitten." Sam pulled Caleb up, using his hair to control Caleb's movements again. "See how good he is Jo?" Sam asked her and Jo turned her head away as much as she could, terrified Sam would decide to use her next. Sam unzipped Caleb's jeans and pulled him out, stroking gently. Caleb moaned and whimpered, thrusting against Sam's hand with a loud purr. Meg laughed as Sam began screaming again. She pushed Caleb back down on the bar again and then leant in; sealing Sam's lips around Caleb, didn't want the kid making a mess after all.
Caleb moaned as he thrust into Sam's mouth, his hand tangling in Sam's hair. "Sam... please. Please!"
Sam pulled off and looked at Caleb and then Jo who was crying quietly. "Since you said please kitten, just lay still and don't pull my hair." He warned before going back to work on Caleb. Caleb let go of Sam's hair and continued to move against his mouth, panting and whining softly when he was about to climax, but he wouldn't unless told to. Sam smirked as he realised that and looked up, nodding at Caleb before moving a hand to touch him as well. Caleb yowled as he came, thrusting into Sam's mouth as he shuddered. He lay there limply, purring softly as he came down from the high.
Sam tucked Caleb back into his pants once he'd used his tongue to clean him up as best he could. "You can take a cat nap if you want kitten. I think Jo's feeling left out." Sam whispered, petting Caleb gently. Sam pulled back and walked over to kneel in front of the crying Jo. "Now where were we...oh yes. Boor Bill. You see, Bill was all clawed up. Holding his insides in his hands. He was gurgling and praying to see you and Ellen one more time. So my Dad...killed him. Put him out of his misery like a sick dog." Sam taunted her.
"You're lying." She spat, staring at Sam through her tears to avoid looking at the blissed out man on her bar.
"I'm not, it's true." Sam leant in closer. "My Daddy shot your Daddy in the head..." he sing-songed.
"How could you know that?" She choked.
"I hear things." He stood and stabbed the knife into the pillar above her head.
"Why are you doing this to me?" She demanded.
"Like Daddy like daughter. You're bait. Now open up." He shoved a knotted rag in her mouth and tied it in place. "That's a girl. Caleb we have company coming, get ready." Caleb yawned and got up, he scanned the room for the best place to ambush the company and terminate. Seeing the corner behind the door he moved to it.
Dean burst in and saw Sam with a knife to Jo's throat and Caleb...Dean couldn't see him but knew he was there somewhere. "Sam!" Dean barked and Sam stared at him in desperate panic. "Put the knife down dammit." Dean told him, keeping an eye out for Caleb.
"I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, all right?! Dean. Kill me, or I'm gonna kill her. Please. You'll be doing me a favour! Shoot me!" He turned to face Dean, arms spread. "Shoot me!"
"No, Sammy, come one." Dean turned away lowering his gun, glancing around for Caleb again.
"What the hell's wrong with you Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Jo die?" Sam snapped.
Dean turned suddenly and flung water from a flask at Sam, watching it hiss and steam as it hit Sam. "That's holy water you demonic son of a bitch!"
Sam raised his head, revealing solid black eyes and Dean flung more water. Sam growled, turned and ran. "Caleb come!" he snapped even as he burst through a window, fleeing. Caleb was frozen, he was supposed to obey Sam, but his target was there, he had to Terminate Dean Winchester. He moved, slamming into Dean hard, he had no weapon but he could strangle him. Meg paused and growled. "Caleb follow me now!" She yelled, her orders were meant to override the programming; she wanted to torture dear Dean a little more before killing him. Caleb looked up at Sam, then back down at Dean, going to choke him again. "Caleb now!" She ordered again from the dock below the window, reaching out to his mind with her power, ready to mess with his programming again if he didn't obey. Caleb dropped Dean and moved to follow her, jumping out the window and landing on his glass encrusted feet silently.
"Caleb!" Dean called groggily as he struggled up, shaking his head to clear it. Why had Caleb attacked him? It didn't matter; he had to save them both from the demon. He grabbed the knife and cut Jo free; she pulled the gag out as Dean bolted for the window.
"He was possessed?" She yelled and Dean turned to stare at her for a moment and then leapt out the window. "Dean!" She yelled after him.
Dean followed their tracks into the warehouse, stalking them and knowing they were stalking him in return. "So who are you?" Dean yelled.
"I got lots of names!" The demon answered.
"You've been in Sam since he disappeared, haven't you?" Dean demanded angrily. "What have you done to Caleb?"
"Should have seen your face when you thought he murdered that guy. Pathetic. As for the kitten...well let's just say his reprogramming wasn't fool proof. Was it kitten?"
"Terminate Dean Winchester." Caleb replied as he stalked through the warehouse.
"Why didn't you kill me? You had a dozen chances." Dean yelled as he kept moving, he knew against a demon he had a chance, but Caleb?
"No, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? See, this was a test. Wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Sam. Should have known you wouldn't have the sac. Anyway. Fun's over now. You can die with the knowledge that I will kill every hunter I can find and Caleb will live his life as my obedient little toy." Sam yelled.
"Well I hope you've already gotten your kicks because you're gonna pay hell for this!" Dean yelled back.
"How? You can't hurt me. Not without hurting your precious little brother." Sam answered, leading Dean to an open air dock. "Caleb kill him." Sam called softly.
Dean looked around, trying to find either of them but not knowing what he'd do, the demon was right, he couldn't hurt his brothers. "Caleb? It's me, it's Dean. Come on kid, you can fight this. You know me little brother. That isn't Sam, it's a demon, it doesn't care about you. But I do, so does the real Sam. Please Caleb." Dean called out, trying to reach him.
Caleb moved into frame, with a gun. He looked at Dean silently for a moment before raising it. "You need to be Terminated..." His hand was shaking slightly, his teeth gritted. He seemed to be fighting it. "It is my mission... Terminate Dean Winchester."
"Caleb listen to me. You can fight this; I know you can little brother." Dean whispered, taking a cautious step towards him. "You're more stubborn than that piece of metal in your head. This...none of this is your fault. I...I love you Caleb." The last was a whisper but he knew Caleb could hear it. "Please, just give me the gun."
Caleb frowned and winced, his nose was starting to bleed. He looked around lost, shivering slightly, his scrubbers failing from the cold and wounds. "D...Dean?"
"It's me, I'm here Caleb. You're going to be okay, just come here and I'll get you help. I know you can fight this, just give me the gun." Dean pleaded, holding his hand out to Caleb, keeping eye contact. "Got to get you warmed up."
Meg watched silently, curious tot see if Caleb could fight her enough to give Dean the gun. She ignored Sam's panicked screams and entreaties. It didn't matter to her if Caleb killed Dean or surrendered to him, she was armed after all.
Caleb looked around lost, shaking more violently from the cold. He looked at Dean again and his face went slack. He had a mission; he had to terminate Dean Winchester. He raised the gun and fired. Dean gasped in pain, eyes locked with Caleb's as his body fell back. "Lov..." He choked out as he went over, body vanishing into the dark water. Caleb watched him fall before he dropped the gun, falling to the ground afterwards, eyes staring out at nothing.
Sam stalked to the edge and looked down; smirking when there was no sign of Dean anywhere. The hunter was dead. Then he walked over and nudged Caleb's body, frowning at the blood. "Oh well, it was fun while it lasted." Sam stated before leaving, never noticing the barely conscious form dragging itself from the water a dock over.
Caleb twitched slightly as his computer tried to fight the virus that had infected it. It wasn't doing too well; the body was too cold, slowing down the process.
Dean clung to the rotten wood with one hand, trying to pull himself further from the water but he was soaked through and it was weighing him down as well as making it hard to concentrate. "Caleb...he'p..." he called brokenly before slumping limply, body shivering violently. Caleb's hand twitched, to help, or finish the job. It was not known. His lips were blue and he was beyond shivering with cold. Dean coughed, body shaking with cold and pain but he finally managed to pull himself a little further onto the ramp. His fingers were frozen, starting to bleed as he as he pulled himself along. He had to get help, had to get to Caleb. He made it back to the upper section but then couldn't move any further, fighting to stay conscious. He shifted his head and he could vaguely make out Caleb's still form. "Cal'b..." He called weakly.
Jo froze when she saw Dean. "Dean!" She ran over and helped him up. "You're alive! I heard the gun shot..."
Dean slumped weakly against her, gazing around in a daze. "Cal'b!" He called, seeing his brother. He pulled away from Jo and staggered, falling again but he had to get to Caleb.
Jo moved and helped him up again. "Let me get you inside, then I'll get the kid." She started to lead him to the bar.
"N...no...Calb'...fir't." Dean shivered, Caleb needed more help. He pulled away from her again.
Jo sighed and glared at Dean before moving to drag the kid up and inside the bar. She laid him down on the bar top before moving to get Dean. This time Dean worked with her to get into the bar, relaxing when he saw Caleb lying on the bar. He slumped into a chair, hand going to the bullet wound, trying to stop the blood.
Jo grabbed the first aid kit after laying a few aprons over Caleb. She moved to help Dean with his wound, grabbing some whisky on the way. Dean kept his eyes on Caleb, scared the kid would vanish if he looked away. "Who's your friend?" Jo asked as she worked on the wound, refusing to look at the poor kid.
Dean blinked at her, shivering in his soaked clothes. "Cal'b, little broth'r." He slurred.
Jo blinked at that then mentally shrugged it off. "Your duffle in your car?" When he nodded she moved to get it so he had a change of clothes. Dean didn't have the energy or coordination to strip and redress though.
Jo pulled off his jacket, shirts, shoes, and socks, the rest was all him. She got some towels and dried what she could of him off before going back to work on the bullet hole. "How'd you get a new little brother?"
Dean hissed in pain and then looked back at Caleb, smiling groggily. "Thought 'shifter...shot 'im. Sammy pissed...little brother...look after..." Dean was fighting to stay conscious but he knew falling asleep would be bad.
Jo frowned. "Stay awake Dean... I'm gonna call the EMTs for your brother. He needs medical attention."
Dean shook his head. "No...no hosp'tal. Can't..." Dean staggered to his feet, stumbling to the bar to touch Caleb's face.
Jo grabbed him before he could move more and hurt himself. "Dean! He's got hypothermia, his feet are a wreck, he might have brain damage. He needs a doctor!"
Dean fumbled in the mess of clothes that had been tossed in a sodden heap and pulled his phone. "Call...Sarah...too dangrous...might see..." Dean's teeth were chattering like mad and he knew that was good, not shivering was bad.
Jo shook her head no. "I don't know this Sarah."
Bloody, numb fingers worked at the wet phone to bring her number up and tried to dial.
Jo looked at the dead waterlogged phone then to Dean. "Dean sit down."
Dean shook his head; he had to get help for Caleb. "Got...remove glass...warm him up..." Dean mumbled.
"The doctors will do that." Jo snapped. "He needs help NOW Dean. I don't know who this Sarah is or where she is. An EMT can be here in moments." She moved to the bar phone and started to dial 911.
"No...not fully human." Dean told her. "Doctor might see." He chattered, hugging himself for warmth. Then he looked at the bar top, it was wide enough so he struggled up and wrapped himself around Caleb, sharing body heat to try and warm both of them up.
Jo sighed as she watched Dean. "You need to get out of the wet pants..."
Dean fumbled with them but finally managed to get them off. "Have call Sarah...needs special help." Dean whispered, hugging Caleb to him. He rattled off the number from memory, silently begging her to make the call. Jo sighed and dialed the number, tossing him dry pants and a shirt.
Sarah answered on the third ring. "Who is this and how did you get this number?"
Jo blinked. "Um... h-hello?"
"Who the hell are you?" Sarah asked.
"I..." she was shocked to be dealing with someone so hostile after everything. She moved to hang up the phone.
"Sarah!" Dean called out as loudly as he could before coughing.
"Dean?!" Sarah asked. "What's going on?" Jo relaxed a bit and put the phone on speaker.
"S...Sam possessed demon. Caleb hurt bad..." Dean told her, working to strip Caleb instead of putting on the clothes Jo had tossed him, he knew they needed skin on skin contact to warm up. Jo looked away, she already saw more of the kid than she wanted.
"Where are you?" Sarah asked.
"B...bar...demon did something...Caleb acting odd...obey demon...fought not to kill me...won't wake up now..." Dean chattered out, really shivering now as he rubbed Caleb's cold skin. "Jo...tell where..." Jo gave the address.
"Dean... I can't get there in days..." Sarah sighed. "What else can I do?"
"G...got stop Sam...gonna kill...again...Caleb needs help, docs...they'd CT, see his comp...come help him? Need John...Cameron..." Dean told her brokenly, still trying to warm Caleb up. "Jo...get the gl...glass out...won't heal with it...in."
Sarah frowned. "You want me to go after Sam? Or come to you?" She was confused.
Jo moved to look at Caleb's feet. Frowning she got some alcohol and tweezers, starting to pull the glass out. "How could he walk...?"
"I...I go Sam...idea where...you help Caleb..." Dean answered, kissing Caleb's temple. "N...not sure how, if wakes up...think demon...messed his programming..."
"Okay... I'll see what I can do... Should I contact anyone?"
"J...Jo call Bobby...warn..." Dean answered. "G..got to warm up..."
Sarah hung up. Jo did as ordered and dialed Bobby's number. "Put on some clothes Dean."
"Body heat." he answered.
"Over the both of you dumb ass." Jo sighed as she waiting for the phone to be picked up. Dean pulled some clothes up to cover them, praying for Caleb to start shivering, shivering would prove he was warming up. Caleb just laid there unconscious next to Dean, unmoving. Jo hung up and frowned. "Bobby ain't answering."
Dean nodded, pushing himself up slowly. He tenderly traced Caleb's slack features. "Sarah's coming...look after him?...I'll stop...Sam."
Jo nodded. "Be careful..."
Dean nodded and sluggishly pulled on his clothes. He kissed Caleb's cold lips before heading out. Jo blinked at that. They were all gay for each other? Her shoulders slumped a bit.
TBC…