Chpt. 21

*Warning. chpt. Is a little intense. I really try to not make it to dark, but its only a short snipet. Mentions of rape. No actual rape, just mentions of it.*

p.s. My 5 month old doesn't want to sleep. He teething. Gah. So Im exhausted and still with no beta, so if some things don't really make sense or is spelt wrong, I apologize. Lol.

Babyreaper – I try not to leave my stories on cliffys, but sometimes I do. Haha

Remember Ember – omg the minute I read your reviews I started dying! Haha.

Even though Sam was outside, he jumped at the sound of the gunshot. He ran back into the house, only to see Chris standing over Dean, who was on the floor holding his bloody arm.

"NO DEAN!"

Sam knew this was going to happen, Dean was going to get seriously hurt because of him.

Sam ran as fast as he could to Dean, he needed the contact, needed to know he was ok. He didn't even care that Chris was still standing there, gun in hand. He needed Dean.

He put his hands on Deans arm. He was still conscience thank god, but dam that looked like a lot of blood to Sam.

"Dean please be ok." Sam whispered looking into Deans eyes.

"Sammy you need to get out of here."

"No. Im not leaving you like this." Sam didn't want to cry, but he knew the tears were coming, until Chris chimed in.

"Well now isn't this touching? You know Sam, I've been trying to have sex with you since our first date, then this asshole comes along and makes a slut out of you?"

Both boys looked at Chris with such hate in their eyes. Especially Dean.

"How did you know…"

"How did I know you two had sex? Cause I watched you. I was taking a walk in the woods that night. I saw you and Dean, I saw him carry you off, then I heard you two. I was tempted to just kill him right then and there and finish you off for myself, but I didn't have a weapon. So I came back here, and drank. Hell I'm still pretty buzzed to hell, but the thought of finally having you is really starting to sober me up."

Sam's eyes were getting wide and he was getting scared. So far Dean has been his rock in this crazy journey, always saving him from his worst fear. And now he almost didn't stand a chance, but seeing Dean like this was pissing him off.

Dean was seething mad. He's never felt this way towards anyone and he would be dammed if he let a drunk asshole like Chris take Sam away from him, or even touch him for that matter. It was what Sam said that shocked Dean the most.

"Even if we did have sex Chris, Im pretty sure you wouldn't be able to satisfy me in the slightest. Don't even think you would come close to Dean's performance. "

It was something small and not very threatening, but Dean was impressed. Sam stood up for himself. The Sam he came to know was shy and quiet, but apparently a pissed off Sam was snarky, and he liked it.

Before anyone could say anything else, or before Dean could come up with a proper plan, Chris reached forward, grabbed Sam roughly by the hair, and held him against his chest with the gun pressed against his head.

"No dam it!" Dean yelled, his good arm reaching towards them, but he couldn't get to him. Chris had his hair tight, and Sam was holding Chris's hand trying to loosen the hold, but it wasn't working. And Dean could see the pained looked on Sam's face.

Chris turned toward Sam. "Trust me baby, you wont be saying those things during the honeymoon. Your mouth will be to full anyway."

Sam could throw up.

Don't you touch him!" Dean growled.

"Don't worry Dean Ill be doing more than that. We're getting married, going to a different country, and you will never see each other again."

'oh god, this is just like my dream.' Sam thought.

Chris grabs Sam harder and drags him towards the door, the gun still pointed at him.

"Oh by the way. Follow us Dean and Ill put a bullet in his leg."

Dean cant do anything as Chris drags Sam outside at gunpoint.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean yells. He had to get to Sam. He just had to. He started thinking of a plan.

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Outside Sam was starting to panic. Not so much for himself, but for Dean. He's never seen anyone shot before, especially someone he cared for, maybe even loved. Now the guy he was supposed to trust had him at gunpoint, and was about to take him god knows where while Dean was possibly dying. This was stress if he ever knew it. Not to mention this was not the Chris he came to know over the months of friendship and during the relationship, this was not the guy he said yes to when he proposed marriage. This Chris was a stranger, and at the same time he realizes he's never seen him desperate and drunk.

Chris dragged him to the back of the spacious cabin, and then Sam saw they were headed towards the helicopter, and his eyes got wide.

"Chris, you're not thinking about stealing the helicopter are you?!"

"Yeah what about it?"

"First of all I don't care what you say, you're drunk. Second you don't know how to fly."

"I did it with my uncle once."

Well hell he flew the thing once? That was not very reassuring. He had to think of something fast, he had to get back to Dean. Without thinking he took one hand off of Chris's and hit the gun away from him. Chris was not expecting this and the gun went flying. When it hit the ground it discharged shooting into the forest. Chris let go of Sam to cover his head at the noise, and Sam took off towards the house. While he was running Chris regained his balance and took off after Sam. If he lost him now, his family business would be in ruins. Since the ransom idea fell threw he needed to marry Sam as soon as possible.

Chris managed to tackle Sam from behind knocking him to the ground. They both went down hard with Chris on top of Sam, and when he tried to struggle out from under Chris, he grabbed his arms and pinned them behind him, making Sam hiss in pain. Chris was going to rip his arms out of their sockets if he kept this up. Chris leaned forward right into Sam's ear.

"You know, I'm starting to like it when you fight back." Chris pulled one of Sims arms so that a 'pop' was heard, making Sam scream in pain, yup it was dislocated.

Chris pulled Sam up with his arms still behind his back, and led him to the helicopter. The pain was almost unbearable. He wasn't used to this! He had to get his breathing under control or else he was going to pass out.

They got to the helicopter. Chris roughly shoved Sam inside and just looked at him. Sam at this point was trying not to concentrate on the pain when he looked at Chris.

"What the hell are you looking at?!" Sam screamed.

"Whoa you're testy! I'm not dealing with that attitude all the way to my family's air strip. "

Chris got in after Sam and closed the door behind him. This private helicopter was spacious, but Sam didn't notice any of that. Chris opened up a little box that was securely fastened under where Sam was sitting and took out bungee cords. He took Sam's hands and secured them in the front of him, and the remaining of the bungee he tied around Sam and securely to the seat. It was hard for Sam to move without aggravating his dislocated shoulder. He started to get his breathing under control, until Chris got on top of him and straddled his legs. He put his fingers under Sam's chin, and lifted it up so he was looking him in the eyes.

"Get off me you asshole." Chris grabbed Sam's chin hard and planted a harsh kiss on his lips. Sam was pissed.

"Yeah, not dealing with that mouth."

Chris got off Sam and went into a different box located further in the back of the plane. He came back with a bandana and what looked like an old cloth. He shoved the old cloth into his mouth and tied it with the bandana. Sam was trying to scream, but with the gag it was impossible.

Chris made his way to the front of the luxurious helicopter, knowing his prize was secure. He took one last look back at Sam, and smiled before starting up the helicopter.

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Dean watched as Chris took Sam, HIS Sam out of the house at gun point. He looked over at his arm where he was shot and saw it was just a flesh wound. Still hurt like crazy, but he'll live. Hes had them plenty of times before. He got up and made his way to Tex's office, where he knew was a loaded pistol. He saw Tex still knocked out, picked up the pistol, and checked to make sure it was loaded. He really wishes now he had brought more than the one gun, that freaking Chris now had, but this was supposed to be simple. He should have known nothing was ever THAT easy for him. He made his way to the kitchen and found the largest steak knife he could find. He hid it in the waist band of his jeans when he heard it, he heard his own gun firing. 'shit shit shit shit.' Was all he could think of, thinking Sam might have gotten himself shot.

Dean ran out the front door and slowly maneuvered around, making sure he couldn't be seen. That's when he heard it, Sam screamed in pain. He made his way around the corner of the house and watched as Chris was pushing Sam. He had his arms firmly behind his back, and Sam looked like he was in pain. He was relieved when he didn't see any blood, and even more relieved when he saw his gun lying on the ground. Sam must of knocked it out of his hand. 'Yeah going to have to show him a safer and more effective way to disarm someone.' He thought as he saw Chris roughly push Sam into the huge helicopter. This thing HAD to be at least a million dollars. Freaking rich people. He slowly made his way towards them, not wanting to give away his position. He watched as he saw Chris tie up Sam, and got on top of him, and kissed him, and gagged him. He could see it all through the window of the helicopter, his eyes all on Sam. He made sure to pick up his gun as well on the way, the whole time Chris had all his attention on Sam, which made it easy for an already talented and stealthy Dean to sneak up right beside it. Then it happened, the blades of the helicopter started up. 'so not good, have to get Sam out.'

Dean tried to open the door Sam was currently being held behind, but it was locked. With time running out he took his gun, and fired at the locking part of the door, making it spark, but it did its trick. The helicopter was started to take off the ground when Dean pulled the door open and jumped in. He was able to quickly untie Sam from the chair when Chris turned around.

"What the hell?!" Unfortunately with Chris still being slightly drunk and not really knowing how to fly the dam thing in the first place, he hit the steering mechanism making the whole thing jolt.

That's when Dean made his bold decision.

He grabbed onto Sam.

"Sammy hang on!"

Sam flung his bound hands around Dean's neck as Dean jumped out of the plane, and the two of them started rolling on the ground. With Sam underneath him he looked back up to see the helicopter slightly off the ground with the blades turning, flying away from them, but dangerously into the forest. Dean saw what was about to happen, the helicopter was going to crash into the trees. He pressed his body over Sam's just as the helicopter hit the trees, making parts go flying everywhere and all around them.

*Hopefully Ill be able to update again tomorrow at some point! Working on two stories at once at the moment. P.S I wouldn't kill Dean!* 3