Alright! Time for another chapter. I couldn't leave you all with that cliffy for very long. Contrary to what some of you think, I am not evil!! LOL So, here it is. I hope you enjoy.

Cindy.

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"Time to play Sam."

And with that, Wilcox grabbed Sam's hair and dragged him back into the shack. Just inside the door, Sam spun quickly and punched as hard as he could into the wound he had inflicted earlier. Wilcox grunted, then growled venomously as he grabbed Sam's arm and literally threw him across the room. Sam's hip and shoulder collided violently with the wall and he dropped to the floor with a loud thud. Sam curled in on himself, gasping for air, his head swimming with the pain radiating throughout his body.

Before he even had a chance to catch his breath, Sam was jerked to his feet by his hair. Wilcox's eyes were wide, wild and furious. He dragged Sam to the mattress and flung him by his hair into the wall and Sam once again dropped, but onto the mattress this time. Sam lay, unable to move, unable to fight and felt his arms pulled up. Ropes were roughly wrapped around his wrists and he was flipped over onto his stomach. His arms were pulled above his head and his bound wrists were secured to a pole that ran floor to ceiling in the corner.

Sam felt Wilcox's weight press down on him as the large man straddled his thighs then practically laid on top of him. Warm breath tickled Sam's ear as Wilcox ran his lips over Sam's neck and cheek. Wilcox pushed up and abruptly grabbed Sam's hips, pulling them from the mattress. Wilcox pressed his pelvis against Sam and laughed cruelly before the taunts began.

"Do you like this position Sammy?... No?... Well you better get used to it," he spat before dropping Sam back down. "Not yet though. First I have to punish you for stabbing me you little, worthless fuck!"

Sam was roughly turned over onto his back, his wide, panicked eyes staring up at his attacker. "P-please. I'm sorry. Please d-don't do this," Sam begged, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Oh...I love it when they beg..." Wilcox said as he leaned down face to face with Sam. "You will be sorry Sammy boy, very sorry."

Wilcox grabbed Sam's jaw and kissed him harshly before sitting up again. He moved back somewhat, his eyes roaming down Sam's body. He shook his head and clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Those sleep pants are in the way Sam. They definitely have to go."

Sam whimpered as Wilcox pushed his fingers under the waistband of the pants and slowly began to tug them down Sam's legs. He brushed his fingers lightly over Sam's thighs, a vile grin on his lips as he pulled the pants free and tossed them to the side. Wilcox grabbed his coil of rope and cut off a length. He tied it around Sam's right ankle then pulled it taut and secured it to one leg of the woodstove. He cut another length and secured Sam's left ankle in the same manner to the other leg of the stove.

Sam struggled against the ropes, pulling until his wrists and ankles were raw. Sam stopped his struggles suddenly when Wilcox pulled the dagger from his waistband and trailed it up Sam's stomach. He stopped when the tip of the knife came to the soft spot at the base of Sam's throat. Wilcox pressed the tip into Sam's flesh and a drop of blood bubbled up from the small wound. Sam literally stopped breathing, his eyes glued to Wilcox's face.

"You stabbed me Sam. That wasn't a very nice thing to do. Now, what do you think I should do about it?" Wilcox asked, cocking his head to the side.

Sam stared at Wilcox, swallowing convulsively as the knife was pressed deeper into his throat. Wilcox abruptly lifted the knife and backhanded Sam across the face, whipping his head to the side and ripping a startled cry from his throat.

"I asked you a question Sam. Answer me!" Wilcox screamed.

Sam turned his head slowly back until he faced Wilcox. A small smile crossed his lips, more of a sneer than anything.

"Why don't you just kill me? You're going to anyway, why not get it over with?" Sam asked blankly.

Wilcox grabbed Sam's face, squeezing him painfully. "No Sam, not yet. Too much to do. No, you need to pay for what you did. Maybe I'll go back to your cabin and get that brother of yours and bring him back here. Maybe I'll take him for a ride then I'll split him open and string his insides across the floor. Would that teach you Sammy? Will you truly be sorry then?"

And that was it. Sam snapped. Unbelievable anger coursed through him as he jerked his eyes forward.

"You son of a bitch! You sorry coward! You wanted me! ME!! You do whatever you want to me, just leave my family out of this!" Sam screamed, fury and hatred filling his eyes.

Wilcox sat back, slightly taken aback.

"You think you're so tough. You can't do anything if I'm not tied up! You're nothing but a coward. You're pathetic!" Sam seethed.

Wilcox reared back and with a rage filled scream he swung the knife, burying it into Sam's right thigh. Sam arched up from the mattress as a gutwrenching scream tore from his throat.

"You want me to untie you? Fine, but it won't do you any good. I'm still going to have you Sam. I'm still going to ruin you. Then I'm going to kill you. Or you know what? Maybe I won't kill you. It would be much more painful for you if you lived. Having your beloved family look at you differently. Looking at you with disgust and loathing. Pity. Yeah, maybe that's the way to leave it," Wilcox stated coldly, then yanked the knife from Sam's leg.

Sam gasped as the pain in his leg blossomed, then he fell still, panting as sweat poured down his face and soaked his hair. Wilcox cut through the ropes holding Sam's legs then moved up and released his arms from the pole, his wrists still securely tied together. Wilcox pulled Sam up, grabbing the back of his head and pulling it up as it lolled backwards. Sam turned his pain dulled eyes on Wilcox and smiled.

"So...you untie...m-me...but you...have to s-stab me...f-first?" Sam asked, a small laugh escaping him.

"Shut up!" Wilcox screamed, then he dragged Sam to his feet and shoved him toward the table, bending him over the edge so that he lay on his stomach across the wooden surface.

Wilcox tossed the dagger onto the mattress behind him then grabbed Sam's hair, pulling his face around. His other hand reached down and gripped the waistband of Sam's boxers. He pressed his lips to Sam's, then pulled away.

"This is what you asked for Sammy, remember that," he hissed.

Sam's eyes darted frantically to the door when he felt Wilcox begin to pull his boxers down.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!" Sam screamed into the silence.
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Dean and Daniel pushed through the trees, frustration building at every turn. Every minute they failed to find Sam was one more minute their baby brother was with Wilcox. They stepped through more trees and stopped short when before them stood a decrepit shack, a dull glow filling the windows. Dean immediately pulled out his cell phone and dialed John's number.

"We found it Dad; head east. Now!!" Dean said hurriedly as the call was answered, then snapped his phone shut.

The brothers stepped toward the shack, then ran when they heard a heartwrenching scream come from inside. The voice was unmistakably Sam's and panic pushed the brothers forward as they crashed through the door, their blood running cold at the sight that met them.

"Get the fuck off my brother you son of a bitch!" Dean screamed as he lunged at Wilcox.

Wilcox jerked back and Sam fell to the floor in a heap, his breath coming in short gasps. He saw Wilcox stumble backwards as Dean launched himself across the table into him, his fists pounding the second their bodies met.

"D-Dean..." Sam whispered hoarsely as he sagged with relief to the floor.

Sam flinched when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. His eyes jerked away from Dean and he nearly collapsed as Daniel's face leaned over him.

"It's okay Sammy. You're okay now. We're going to get you out of here," Daniel soothed.

"D-Danny? Oh God...you're okay?" Sam cried softly, tears once again trailing down his cheeks.

"I'm fine Sam. Are you okay? Did he..." Daniel trailed off, not wanting to know the answer.

"No...he didn't get...th-that f-far. Uh...he stabbed m-me Danny. I...I don't really f-feel very good..." Sam stammered.

Daniel's eyes widened with concern as he saw the blood flowing from Sam's thigh. He jerked his head up when he heard a loud crash, and watched just as Dean landed on the floor after hitting the wall. Dean lay still for a moment before slowly trying to pull himself up. Daniel stood quickly and grabbed the chair from the table, then rushed at Wilcox as he advanced on Dean. Daniel smashed the chair over Wilcox and the deranged man turned on him, grabbing him around the chest and ramming him into the wall. Wilcox dropped Daniel, who writhed in pain on the floor.

Wilcox's attention was drawn to Sam as he caught the teenager crawling toward the mattress. He crossed the room and grabbed Sam's hips. Sam turned and kicked out with his uninjured leg, catching Wilcox on the chin. Wilcox lost his grasp on Sam, and the teenager lunged for the mattress and the dagger that lay there. His fingers closed over the hilt just as Wilcox grabbed him again.

Sam flipped around and with a cry of absolute, unbridled rage he plunged the dagger deep into Wilcox's chest, piercing the tattoo and his heart. Wilcox stopped, a look of pure shock on his face as he looked at Sam in bewilderment. He clutched at the dagger, his fingers working feebly to remove it. Sam collapsed back onto the mattress, suddenly gasping when Wilcox pitched forward, landing heavily over the weakened boy. Sam attempted to push the man from atop him, but his bound wrists, the beatings he had suffered and the blood loss from his leg started his vision swimming. Sam lost consciousness just as he heard his father's surprised voice yell his name as he rushed into the cabin.

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So, is he really dead this time? Could it finally be over? Hmmmmmmm....guess you'll find out tomorrow when I post the next chapter. Take care and let me know what you think.

Cindy.