Seeth had woken up to find himself in an off white, nondescript room. There was the bed he was sitting on, the only thing in the room. The sheets were new, or at least clean, and blue. Rather than the concrete walls that had been downstairs, it was regular drywall. Much to his surprise the floor was carpeted and not the commercial grade junk. After spending almost his entire life with hardwood floors Seeth had to admit it was nice feeling something soft and plush under his feet and between his toes.

His father, or whoever, must have cleaned him off because there was no blood, dirt, or sweat. Instead of the filthy clothes he had been wearing Seeth donned a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that said Corona on it. He recognized it as his dad's. Even the boxers he was wearing were new. It only bothered him slightly that someone had done this to him. Waking up clean was better than the alternative.

Not to concerned with who saw him naked he decided to dwell on how he got here in the first place. He remembered healing Dean, Sam was knocked out on the floor. Then came the punishment. Seeth hadn't been surprised, in fact he was grateful at how quickly he was knocked out. Usually his dad would drag it out, not letting him slip into the blissful state of unconsciousness. Other than that the last thing he could recall was walking down the tree lined path with Sam, coming to get Dean. The next thing he knew he was in chains, back in Nick's hands.

Sam had betrayed him. The bastard had told him that he had a plan. That he wouldn't trade him for Dean. It had been a lie. Sam must have knocked him out. But then why was Sam in chains, also knocked out. 'He must have gotten himself caught,' Seeth thought to himself. So he had been sacrificed for nothing, terrific.

Why had he even trusted Sam? Something about the older man had told Seeth it was okay but his instincts had been wrong. Sam and Dean had each other, why would they want him. Two was company and three was a crowd. None of this should have surprised Seeth, no one ever cared about him. Bad stuff always followed him around. It was his fault that his mother was dead; after all, wasn't that what his dad had been saying for the past nineteen years. No, Seeth would never fit in anywhere. He had to accept the cards that fate had dealt him and live with it.

It was about two hours after Seeth woke up that he finally had a visitor. The door opened to reveal his father. Without realizing it Seeth scooted into the corner and pressed himself as hard as he could against the wall. If only it could gobble him up and take him away. Looking down at his lap Seeth waited for Nick to make the first move. His heart started pounding and little beads of sweat appeared on his face despite the chilly air when he felt the bed shift and heard it creak under a new weight.

"It truly is amazing what those powers of yours can do Seeth," Nick said nonchalantly as he moved to sit on the bed. He left the door to the room open; Seeth wouldn't even try to escape. While Nick would never win Father of the Year he knew Seeth surprisingly well. For instance, right now Seeth was going over recent events, mainly how he ended up here. And the person Seeth was most likely blaming was Sam. In turn this meant that the young man had shut down and put up some pretty solid, thick walls. Seeth had been betrayed one other time in his life and this instance would be no different. Basic instincts and self preservation were kicking in. No, Seeth wouldn't run, he would do what he was told. This was exceptionally good, at least from Nick's point of view. He could use this to his advantage; teach his oldest two who was the boss, who ran the show around here.

Not bothering to talk Seeth just kept his head hung. He was so intent on just staying still that he didn't even notice the door was wide open, freedom was just a threshold away.

"You know Sam and I made that deal. The poor idiot thought he could get Dean back by giving you up, now I have all three of you. Sam had told us he had knocked you unconscious and left you somewhere hidden. When we gave him Dean he was going to tell us where you were. Fortunately Jason saw Sam tying you to a tree. Needless to say we won." Pausing for just a moment to let his words sink in Nick studied Seeth's face, what he could see of it anyway. It was blank, no emotion, he was hiding behind his defenses right now.

Seeth's breathing quickened as his ideas were confirmed.

Nick continued on. "Should have known better. Why would Sam and Dean want you anywhere near them? They have each other. They were just fine with it being the two of them. Hell, even when you were just an annoying six year old Dean didn't want to play with you. Sam did so because he felt sorry for you but John told me when we were hunting that the two of them didn't enjoy it when other kids were around. Did you know that John Winchester knew I was Sam and Dean's real dad? I found that out when I started asking questions about where the two of them came from. He up and left. I never saw them after that. But you know the most amazing part of it was? John Winchester knew who you were and knew what I was doing but he didn't take you with him. Your mother and I were arrested on charges of child neglect and abuse, plus possession after Dean was born. We got out and then Sammy came along but they took him too. I had told John numerous times that I still did the drugs, that I still drank, and that I had a little boy who was a worthless piece of shit. There was no doubt in John's mind that you were abused yet he left to you. He took Sam and Dean but not you. No one came to save you, not even the police who get paid for doing shit like that. People won't even help you if you pay them. Like I said, no one could ever love you. No one cares about you."

Seeth heard his dad without really hearing him. With each venomous, sarcastic, and worst of all truthful line that was spit out Seeth felt himself withdrawing further and further into his head. The words were registering but his face remained stoic. Everything was being absorbed but nothing was being released. Seeth would keep it all in until he could let it out safely, when no one was watching. The wall around his mind served as a dam to the ever rising number thoughts in his brain. This dam was quickly getting ready to overflow.

"I'm going to leave in just a second but I want to tell you just a few more things. Don't believe for a second that your punishment is over. Mark has come up with a new toy, a much smaller version than the last one but more, what's the word, electrifying. If you would feel the back of your neck."

Not bothering to move Seeth just continued to hold his position. He wouldn't give his dad the satisfaction of seeing him panic. Plus he felt like if he didn't move than Nick couldn't see him. It worked in Jurassic Park when the people were running from the T-Rex, why couldn't it work for him. Then again a dinosaur was more compassionate than his dad.

"One last thing," Nick said as he got up to stand in the doorway. "You will help me deal with Sam and Dean. You can think of it as pay back."

A small flinch rippled through his whole body causing him to jump ever so slightly when he heard the door slam shut. Vibrations echoed through the walls from the force of the door closing. The undeniable click of a lock could be heard on the opposite side. No matter, Seeth wouldn't escape. He had no were to go, no one to help him. This was the only place he would ever be tolerated.

He reached up hesitantly and rubbed the back of his neck slowly. What he felt was a small piece of plastic stuck to his skin. Without thinking Seeth tried to pull it off and fell forward when a blast of electricity flowed through his body. Seeth caught his breath before attempting to move again. This time it was to lie down on the bed. Turning so he faced the wall Seeth crawled under the covers and bunched the blanket up under his chin. As he closed his eyes to fall asleep a small tear rolled down his cheek.

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"You know I don't want to be rude or anything but how long do you plan on staying?" Jason asked Nick as they were eating and watching the football game, Baltimore Ravens vs. Cleveland Browns. "I got enough troubles without you piling onto the heap."

"Just until I get what I need, I want to be somewhere with medical equipment, just in case," Nick responded as he took another swig of his beer.

"What do you mean; you have a walking miracle worker right upstairs. You don't need any equipment, or even me." Grabbing a hot wing Jason didn't have time to stuff in his mouth before the Ravens scored and he let out a loud moan.

"You never know. I want to be on the safe side. Besides I like you're new house, I think it's time to get my place upgraded." Popping a chip into his own trap Nick leaned back on the couch and smiled at the clearly dismayed look on his friend's face. "Tell you what lets make a deal, the Ravens win and I get to stay, the Browns win and I pack up and leave."

"Sounds fine to me, they're tied right now. Under one condition, what the hell could you possibly need from Sam so badly?

Nick lost all signs of playfulness on his face when he responded with, "A vision. I'm going to kill the demon that murdered my wife."