Chapter 26: Avoiding the elephant in the room!

** WARNING – MORE TRIGGER SCENES IN THIS CHAPTER AS WELL AS FLASHBACKS **

Previously in Chapter 23…..

As the meeting finished, Viktor pulled Heinrich to the side and suggested that he could come visit the slave and he could 'sample the merchandise'. Excited at the prospect, Heinrich grinned and agreed. What followed was the longest five minute journey he had ever taken, as Viktor personally escorted him to the holding cell deep within the mansion.

On exiting the elevator at basement level, Heinrich took in his surroundings. "I see you have the hunter locked down tight?"

Smirking, Viktor replied. "You have no idea how much security I've had to put in place. Not only do I have to worry about the bloody archangel, but I also have to worry about the pain in the ass hunter, who has no intention of playing house slave anytime soon. Sooo.. as you can imagine, I've had to lock him up nice and tight so as to stop him from leaving. The little bastard as already one failed escape attempt under his belt, but I can assure you he has been suitably punished."

Eventually, they reached a solid titanium door, complete with the state of the art scanning equipment. Heinrich could tell that it wasn't going to be easy to gain access to the slave without Viktor's express permission. As he took in all the information, he awaited with great anticipation as the door slide open and he was able to peer in at his newest, if not shared, prize.

[Dean's POV]

He wasn't sure what brought him back to consciousness as both his body and soul screamed in pain and despair. Chancing the light, Dean slowly cracked his eyelids open just a fraction and was met with a sharp pain shooting through his head and then down his body. Wincing, Dean shut his eyes again and stilled himself. 'You can do it Winchester. You need to do it. You have to keep moving, no matter how lousy you feel.' Done with his internal pep talk, the hunter's eyes flew open.

As the fuzziness from his vision dissipated, Dean relaxed a little as he recognised the dull and boring grey ceiling which could only mean one thing, that he was back in his cell, deep within the Volkov Mansion. Dean took some comfort as it meant that he was far away from Viktor and he was alone.

Panic struck him as he attempted to sit up but realised that both his hands and feet were in restraints. Being imprisoned in a cell was bad enough but he couldn't move, never name attempt to protect himself when the monsters would come. And come they would. Snorting, he thought,

'who was he trying to kid? Even if his hands and legs were free, he was too weak and pathetic to fend them off.'

Controlling his emotions, he managed to subdue his panic. Confined to the bed, Dean had oodles of time to himself. That wasn't a good thing, as he now had a lot of opportunity to reflect on his current circumstances and more specifically on what had happened between Viktor and himself. The very thought of the vampire caused a number of flashbacks. At first, there were so many images Dean couldn't make sense or place them in an specific order.

Eventually the elder Winchester managed to sort through the images. The short period of reflection passed and it was then that Dean began to fully comprehend what had happened. His mind immediately conjured up a courtyard and slaves looking up in anger at him as the young slave Ryan was being whipped against a post. Dean recalled the hatred within each human's eyes. He could practically hear the slashing of skin on Ryan's back as the whip made contact, followed by the cries and then the silence. Whispering to no one in particular, but feeling he needed to give voice to his thought. "I'm so sorry Ryan. The fault was mine. Not yours."

Viktor's voice echoed in his ears, as if reconfirming his opinion. "Your little friend Ryan is about to learn the hard way, that to be a friend of Dean Winchester is not good for his health and will most likely shorten his life span." Viktor was right. Dean was toxic and now everyone in the mansion could see it as they looked up to see the hunter standing in what looked like a loving and intimate embrace with the master of the mansion. As the visual returned to Dean's mind, he resisted the urge to throw up.

Guilt and sorrow was quickly followed by a short burst of anger as Dean attempted to strengthen his inner resolve. Unaware that he was shaking his head from side to side, the hunter tried to answer the question as to why Ryan was punished and not him? He was the one that tried to escape. It was his hands and his actions that injured the vampire guards. His and no one else's. Then he remembered the conversation with Valentin about the rules. 'Dammit!'

He recalled how the Viktor's second in command had proudly listed the rules. "Rule 6 and 7. Shit!" As if it was branded into his mind, Dean recalled aloud both rule 6 and 7 and what Valentin had actually said. "You will never ever leave the house. To try and leave will result in much pain for you, do you understand Dean? Rule 7, Given who you are and given your previous history, if you disobey any of the rules, it will be not just you who suffers Dean. Innocent slaves will suffer as well – are you clear on this?"

Left in his restraints with only the ceiling to look at and plenty of time to look at it, it began to sink in. Of course! Now it was clear to the hunter. These vamps were not messing around and his actions would have swift and deadly repercussions on the innocent. Hating that realisation, Dean decided to focus his attentions on the rituals. He had tried to avoid thinking about the impact but the silence of the room and the lack of distraction left Dean with no other recourse.

All too soon his mind flashed back to Viktor's apartment and to the dining table. The ancient vampire had referred to the ritual as 'tripartite magic'. So, the vampire and the ancient old hag had performed three rituals. Listing in his mind each ritual, Dean began to assess the impact in the hope he would figure out either a way to overturn it and if he couldn't was there a way he could use it to his advantage?

The first ritual was an interesting one. Viktor's words returned to him. "I couldn't think of what better way to preserve my treasure. Then it occurred to me, how unfair it would be to stay young and beautiful and not have you stay young and beautiful with me?" With those words Dean felt physically sick to the core again. Viktor had really given much thought to this punishment. Viktor had mentioned, "I paid quite a lot of money for you, you will NOT be allowed to die. I have seen to it."

What a perfect punishment for Dean. Never grow old, never die. Never escape and never have a choice again. Then he remembered the second ritual and he concluded that it was truly the perfect punishment for Sam as well. Once again, Dean recalled Viktor's comments. "The second ritual did something very special Dean. It connected us in such a way that nothing, not even Michael's bond can overturn. Have you ever heard of a singular connexion?"

'Singular connexion? What the hell does that even mean?' Dean struggled with trying to understand what the ramifications of such a ritual would do to him. He was well aware of what it would do to Sam as Viktor's words summed it up well. "So Dean. You talk of my obsession as if I'm pathetic. But no Dean. I am not obsessed or in love with you. You are not that important. You're only here, because it's your brother I want to punish. You are nothing …. I paid the high price in order to piss your brother off. You are nothing, just a weak and now defenceless puppet for me to play with."

As Dean considered Viktor's words further, he concluded the ancient vampire was correct. Dean would lose himself and become a mindless 'sex toy' just as Thomas and Valentin kept calling him. He really was stupid. Everyone knew what he was. Perhaps he always was, and it had taken imprisonment, rape and slavery for him to truly see his real reflection. All his life, he had been an instrument for everyone else to use. Since four years of age, his role was to ensure that his brother survived. 'Look after Sammy' echoed in his mind. He never had an opportunity to explore what he wanted out of life.

Then when Sam no longer needed any of them and left to pursue his own life, John Winchester didn't take too long until he went his own way as well. Dean's service was no longer required. That was bad enough until he began to think about his mother. When Mary came back to them things seemed to be great. But, it only took a few weeks of spending time with him, until even his mother couldn't be bothered with his presence. Jettisoning him as quickly as she could. Though, he felt he had fixed things later on, it took less than a year of being separated for his mother to choose complete strangers over Dean (and Sam wasn't really added in his mind, the problem was really him). He really was so needy and pathetic.

As much as his family continuously used and abused his loyalty and love, it was Michael that would be the 'final nail' in this proverbial coffin. Ever since Zachariah had uttered the words 'you're the Michael sword' Dean had always felt different, dare he say it, special. Of all the millions of bodies and souls, his body, and ONLY his body was designed to be the true vessel for the strongest archangel in heaven, never name one of the most powerful creatures in the universe. As hateful as Michael was, that made Dean feel a little special, even unique.

So, as much as Dean fought back when Michael went back on his word and took over his body, the real kicker deep down, was 'why' had the archangel decided to leave him? Even though he was meant to be Michael's perfect vessel, the archangel didn't take too long, until he too jettisoned him. Used him and then threw him away. He really was a toy for everyone else. At least Viktor was being honest with him.

With that thought, his mind turned to the dark corner that he had been avoiding ever since he had come back to consciousness – the relationship or singular connexion he had with Viktor. As he avoided thinking about the physical violation that had occurred, the hunter chose to focus on the impact of the connexion. Breaking down the huge iceberg was his way of trying to cope with what was really happening to him, both physically and emotionally.

Thinking on the connection or bond, he tried to work out how it worked in practice. Viktor had been clear that he could read his mind and feel his feelings. That did more than creep him out. It practically was the catalyst for breaking him. Without the safety of being able to retreat into his own mind, there truly was no part of Dean that Viktor did not own. The ancient vampire's words echoed once again in his mind…. "Oh Dean, my treasure. I knew the very moment you decided to escape. I felt it, even when there was distance between us."

Not only had the vampire access to his thoughts, he could access his memories. It was clearly demonstrated at the dinner when Viktor mentioned his love of steak. "I believe you love steak? I've had the chef prepare it medium-rare for you. I understand that's the way you like it cooked." That sentence, combined with the constant staring and touching chilled Dean to the centre of his soul. The vampire's actions were bordering on obsessive.

'Stop that!' Dean had to stop thinking like this. It wasn't going to help him escape his current nightmare. Wallowing in how pathetic he was, wasn't going to fix anything. In fact, it was most likely going to herald him closer to submission. As if on cue, the sharp pain from his body and in particular his ass, reminded him that the vampire owned his body as well as his mind. With that thought, Dean dared to look closer at what had transpired with Viktor.

Scenes flashed before his eyes. Scenes of Viktor coming closer to him on the lounger. The unwanted touching and the devouring him with his eyes was hard to take, but it was the violence and the actual rape that began to replay in his mind. Dean recalled how powerless he felt as the vampire violated him. The nips, bites, scratches and the brutal breach that had occurred. Tears filled his eyes and began to escape down the side of his face as he lay tied to his bed.

The vampire's words repeated over and over again in his minds, as he relived the rape again and again. Comments such as, "You're mine Dean. I'm going to stay right here and fuck you physically and mentally. Just to make sure you understand, ALL of you belongs to ME!" Followed by Viktor speaking during the vile act, saying, "How does it feel Dean, to know that you're powerless? That you're nothing? That you're losing and I'm winning? That. Your. MINE!"

All the emotion was too much. Fighting exhaustion, Dean prayed to whoever and whatever would listen, to either take him away from this nightmare or to end his existence. After all, everyone would be so much better off if he didn't exist anymore. These were the last thoughts he had as his eyes closed and his body, mind and soul welcomed the darkness.

The next time Dean opened his eyes was in response to a rattling noise to his left. Forgetting that he was still restrained to the bed, Dean's eyes flew open and his body tried to grab hold of the strange hand that was currently trying to take his pulse.

"Ahh, at last, sleeping beauty has decided to open her eyes. Now, now, now Dean. There's no point in trying to attack me. We both know that those restraints are too strong. So why don't you do us both a favour and settle back down." The voice was strange as was the man or vampire (going by the coldness of the hand that was touching him) that was gazing down at him. Fearing that he was about to be used again and still feeling emotionally vulnerable from his earlier freak out, Dean blurted out, "please don't hurt me. Please don't touch me. I'm sorry, I'll be good, I promise."

"Oh! No, Dean, whatever you think, I'm not going to do anything bad to you. I'm Busbee. Dr Busbee. I'm here to help fix you up and make you better and from now on, keep you well. There's no need to be afraid of me." The vampire seemed genuine as a gentle face frowned down at the hunter.

"You're a vampire and I'm tied to a bed. Forgive me for jumping to such a conclusion, given that I'm powerless and at your mercy here. Silly, stupid me!" Fear combined with disorientation from coming around from a deep dream drove Dean to act in the way he did. The confusion was short lived as the hunter's eyes widen. It was then that he remembered Valentin's rules. The rules that had lead to Ryan's punishment and his …. He couldn't bring himself to even say the word 'rape' internally, never name externally.

Remembering the rules, Dean quickly correctly himself. "I'm sorry, please, I was confused when I came round. Please forgive me for being rude, Sir, I mean, Master." Dean lowered his eyes so he was avoiding eye contact with the vampire.

"It's OK Dean. Between you and me, there's no need to address me so formally. I know the rules as you do, and given what I've had to clean and patch you up, I've no interest in contributing any further to your wounds and your pain. You can relax." Busbee seemed honest and genuine from what Dean could tell, but given the state he was in, both emotionally and physically, Dean was scared to trust himself, never name anyone else. Seeming to sense Dean's thoughts, Busbee continued. "I am your doctor, Dean. I know that I am a vampire but years of being a doctor and fighting to preserve life and heal people, is hard to kill in me. So, I want you to get better and I would like to remove these restraints and I know you would like me to remove them, so let's do this. But you have to promise me that you won't try and hurt me please. I have a job to do and that's to get you better. Whatta ya say?"

Dean couldn't trust his mouth to say the words so he just nodded his agreement and watched as the doctor was true to his word and began to remove the restraints. After a few minutes Dean attempted to move to sit up in the hope of feeling less vulnerable. As if the vampire had anticipated this, Busbee attempted to help him sit upright. Dean jumped as cold hands touched his elbow and shoulder. Busbee immediately removed his hands and displayed them in a non-threatening way. "I'm sorry Dean. I didn't' mean to scare you. I mean you no harm, I'm only here to help make you better."

Dean struggled to believe the vampire, but with everything that had been happening, he had little trust for anyone. As much as he wanted to he just couldn't get too close. If Busbee was sincere, Dean feared beginning a friendship with him would end badly and too many people had suffered at his hands already. He really wasn't worth anyone's time or compassion.

Thus commenced an awkward silence that continued for well over 5 minutes. Eventually it was the vampire that broke it when Dean attempted to get out of bed. "No, please don't move too much or you'll rip the stitches." Dean stopped immediately when he felt a sharp pain within his ass. Gasping, Dean turned back towards the vampire. "What do you mean, stitches? What did you do to me exactly?"

Sighing Busbee began. "Well Dean. When I was called in to take care of you, I found that you had serious damage done to your back passage. It was clear that our Grand Master was more than a little rough with you. The third degree rip combined with the numerous scratch marks across your body was clear proof. Also, you have a cracked rib, so you need to be careful."

Dean seemed to be taking in the information. The hunter could tell that Busbee was being genuine. Hoping to get as much information as he could he continued. "How long have I been unconscious?" His question was met with a soft but sad smile. "I was called in to tend to your wounds a day ago. You've been floating in and out of consciousness. Setting aside your… emmm. Specific wounds, the bigger concern was the blood loss. It seems your master really enjoyed your blood a little too much. He did take more than what is advisable. Your heartrate was sluggish so I had to do a blood transfusion. Thankfully that worked. Then I had to turn my attention to your ass."

Dean didn't need to know much more about his ass. He had felt the pain when the vampire had skewered him. He knew something had been torn as he felt wetness run down his leg when he was breached. He knew it was blood as he could smell the scent of iron in the air. So it was no surprise when the doctor explained that he had had to stitch him up internally. "I am concerned about a possible infection, so I've also had you on an IV antibiotic for 8 hours and thankfully I believe you're out of the danger zone for an infection, but I must insist that you continue with oral anti biotics."

On hearing the doctor, Dean couldn't help but laugh. Busbee was clearly confused by the human's actions. "I don't understand. What part of that was funny?" For a split second, Busbee's facial expression reminded Dean of Castiel. So, on seeing that Busbee was confused, Dean felt he should share his reasoning. "I'm laughing at your innocence. I mean, let's face it Doc, it's sorta funny you trying to get me out of the danger zone. Look where I am? I've been kidnapped, imprisoned and enslaved. I've been fed on to the point of near dying at least twice and I've been ra… hmm.. assaulted and violated. I think an infection is probably the nicest and best thing that could possibly happen to me."

As Dean finished his mini tirade he cringed as he forgot to lower his eyes, soften his voice and add the phrase 'master'. Chancing a glance at the vampire, Dean saw only sadness in the doctor' turned vampire's face. "I'm sorry for what's happened to you Dean. I honestly am. I know you don't believe me. Let's face it, when you look at me you see a vampire, but I was a doctor for nearly two decades and although I've only been a monster for just over a year, I still remember the oath I made to try and save lives. No matter, who I am or what I am, that oath is still important to me."

For the first time in days, Dean felt some hope. "Doctor. If you truly care about saving my life, then you know that I will die if I stay here. The Grand Master is obsessed with me and one of these days he's going to take too much blood from me. If you honestly want to save me, either find a way to kill me or else, find a way to get me out of here, because I can't live this life of imprisonment and slavery. I just can't." Dean seemed to be getting emotional as his voice began to crack as he spoke. A tear was now freely running down his cheek. "I can't do this. He's trying to break me…. And…. I feel he's winning. I'm beginning to break."

On seeing the hunter break down in tears, Busbee moved and pressed a hand to his shoulder. 'Shussshhh Dean. Shuussssh calm yourself down. Getting upset about this isn't going to help." Dean seemed to snap out of his 'moment of weakness' immediately. In what could only be described as an insane laugh, Dean cackled and then spoke. "What would you suggest I do?!"

Fumbling for a better response, Busbee stuttered and mumbled. Sensing that the situation was now just awkward and uncomfortable for both of them, Dean decided to change the topic. "Look Doc, I think we're just going to have to agree to disagree on your suggested approach. Hmmm.. on another matter, you look after all the human slaves, don't you?"

Busbee nodded in reply to Dean's question. "Good. Can you tell me how the young slave, Ryan is?" On seeing the confusion on the doctor's eyes, Dean expanded. "You know, the young human who was whipped a few nights ago in the courtyard. I know he would have needed serious medical attention. I just wanted to know how he was as he was, no, is my only friend here."

It took a few minutes for the vampire to recall exactly who Dean was talking about, but immediately Dean could tell from the doctor's expression that something bad had happened. Head bowed, eyes lowered and in a soft voice, Busbee answered him. "I'm sorry Dean. I know of who you speak of. I wasn't here when the punishment was administered but I was informed that a slave had … well, there's no other way to say this, but your friend died of his wounds. From my understanding, he died on the post, bled out in the courtyard. Everyone in the household witnessed it."

As the doctor spoke, the vampire rose to his feet and began to pack away some of the spare medical supplies that were lying on the table beside Dean's bed. Dean didn't really recall much about the vampire's movement after that as he retreated into himself again. He only came round as he felt the loosening of his restraints around his feet. Peering up he saw the vampire move up the bed and tidy the bed sheets as he went.

"As you medical expert I recommend you get up and move about a bit and get some of that blood circulating better around those legs and arms." Sniffing the air, the vampire added, "I would also suggest you take a nice shower and freshen up. I would normally recommend a bath, but with the blood loss, I would not want you to faint."

Dean began to slowly sit up, assessing his mobility as he did so. As he swung his legs round and onto the ground, Dean felt a sharp pain as the stitches pulled deep within his body. The pain made him gasp loudly, just as the vampire was moving to leave the room.

On hearing Dean gasp, Busbee turned and spoke. "Look, I know we both don't like how the Grand Master has…. Emmm… shall we say…. Engaged with you. And I know you don't agree with my suggestion but I need to say this, given as I'm your doctor. I implore you to think carefully Dean. The Grand Master is your Master. You are his slave. His to do so with, as he pleases. If you fight him, like you obviously did, he will hurt you in anger to make a point. Which is what he obviously did to you. You will not win and you will get hurt from this. ….. what I'm saying is, you need to take better care of yourself Dean, as you need to keep your body strong, so that your mind stays strong … if you know what I mean."

Looking closer at the vampire, Dean believed he understood. The doctor may have been a vampire, but he still was a doctor and he cared about what happened to the hunter. As the doctor reached the doorway and prepared to exit, Dean took the opportunity to get the last word on the matter. "I understand where you are coming from doctor. I really do and I understand that you have to do as your told, but it's not in me to be a slave and I will not… I cannot give in to him. I just can't and if that means getting hurt, then so be it."

The vampire didn't reply he just looked at Dean with sad eyes and slowly nodded in acknowledgement and then he quickly and quietly left.

As the new wall of silence hit him, Dean risked no time in moving towards the bathroom. Having purpose was better than lying down on his bed and thinking further on what had happened to him. Unfortunately, walking in a straight line was easier said than done as his feet firmly touched the ground.

"Oh my God that's sore!" Realising he had shrieked out in pain and that there was a set of eyes and ears watching his every move through the cameras, Dean cringed at his moment of weakness. Grinding his teeth together, he muttered 'get it together Winchester' as he tentatively began to shuffled towards the entrance to the bathroom.

Try as hard as he did to walk upright, Dean limped towards the sink. Gasping loudly as he took in his appearance, Dean now understood why Busbee had been practically pleading with him to not aggravate Viktor any further. His face alone clearly demonstrated the Clan Master's temper, between the cut lip and the bruises around his neck and that was before he took in the large and angry bite mark on his neck. The mark screamed 'property of Viktor Volkov' and re-emphasised to Dean that he was owned.

Lifting his t-shirt he could see the bruising and scratches all over his chest and stomach. Dreading investigating further, Dean slowly pulled at his pyjama bottoms and peeked down. Thankfully there was no further bleeding, but glimpsing at his man parts made him ill as he recalled the 'incident'. At least the stitches were holding. He would chalk that up as a win.

Suddenly he felt so unclean. On a mission to scrub all evidence of the vampire from his skin Dean turned the shower to the hottest temperature and striped down. 45 minutes later and with skin scrubbed to the point of redness, Dean exited the shower. The steam combined with the mindless activity of scrubbing had enabled the hunter to escape his reality, all be it for a short time.

In autopilot, Dean dried himself off and re-entered his room to find clean pyjamas and boxers sitting displayed for him to wear on a tidied bed. The very thought of the vampire butler, Thomas, creeping quietly into his room and leaving him clothes as well as making his bed, sent new shivers down his spine and reminded him that, even locked in his cell, he was still not safe and at any time any of the vampires could pay him a visit. With that thought Dean lay down on his side on the bed and curled in on himself, in an attempt to make himself smaller as well as feel more protected.

Despite having rested for well over a day, Dean was still surprised at how tired he still was. Obviously he was still weak from the blood loss and the ordeal. Against his will his mind flashed back to his time with Viktor and Dean began to consider Busbee's advice further.

Was the doctor/vampire correct? Was it futile to fight Viktor? Should he roll over and let it happen the next time? The very thought of the answer to any of those questions being yes made Dean feel like violently throwing up. Of course, he couldn't give up. He needed to fight the ancient vampire every step of the way. His eyes widened as he recalled Viktor's words on the second ritual and then he knew why it was so important that he did fight.

Immediately he remembered Viktor speaking. "You don't feel nothing yet because the connexion has just been created. But over time, with you and I spending more 'time' together…. And… how do I say it… getting more intimate…. Sharing and exchanging parts of ourselves with each other.. Well, that strengthens the bond. So, over time, eventually you will embrace the bond completely and have nothing but adoration and complete devotion for your soul bond."

Fear spread through his body as his mind began to ask new questions. Questions such as has the connexion changed me? Will the connexion change me? Has it started to change me? Do I feel any different? If the answer was yes to any of those questions Dean was in trouble and the bonding was already working. He had to fight it every step of the way and to stay strong. Busbee's words then reminded him that a strong body helped keep his mind strong, but by giving in, wasn't he just speeding up the process even more. Viktor's comments seemed to remind him of this fact. " You can fight all you want Dean, but over time you WILL grow to worship me. It's inevitable."

Feeling as if he was in a 'catch 22' situation Dean decided sleep was his only escape from his mind. Perhaps in the darkness he would find some peace. Closing his eyes the hunter's breathing evened out within minutes as unconsciousness took him. Unfortunately for the hunter, Viktor would be close to him, even in his dreams.

Dean was woken by the sound of the door to his cell opening. Somehow sensing that it was Viktor and not Busbee, Dean managed to get to his feet and take a defensive stance. Forgoing all the rules that he had been taught, the eldest Winchester was adamant that the ancient vampire wasn't going to touch him. Not this time. Sadly, within in second, he realised that Viktor was not alone in his impromptu visit to Dean's 'personal' quarters.

Dean watched with growing horror as another vampire had entered his 'inner sanctum'. Until now, Dean had somehow imagined that his room was safe, perhaps even off limits. How stupid had he been? Looking from Viktor to the new stranger, Dean grew more uneasy. Both vampires seemed to stare directly at him. Both were quiet as their eyes scanned up and down his body. As the hunter's nerves began to increase along with his heartrate, he realised that he was too vulnerable and exposed standing where he was. As his thoughts moved to how he could improve his situation, Dean remembered that Viktor was most likely reading his mind. 'Dammit! Bloody vampire gifts!' He knew that whatever decision he made, would most likely be quickly countered by the Volkov Grand Master.

Breaking his internal discussion, the other vampire spoke. "Viktor, you were right. He's a feisty one, isn't he? Though, I understand what you mean by the pull. Even with the magic buffer, I'm having to fight every urge so I don't attack him. I just can't wait to have a taste." On hearing the stranger's remarks, Dean's eyes widened. "Look you son of a bitch. I'm no one's slave, no matter what Mr Volturi here says. I'm not his and I'm not yours and I'm certainly not going to be shared by you two dickbags."

Inwardly Dean felt proud of how strong and confident he sounded. Sadly, despite his bravado, in reality, he knew that his options were extremely limited especially as he still felt so weak from the previous feeding. But looking at how both vampires were practically drooling over him, he knew there was a high possibility he wasn't going to survive this feeding. Weighing everything up, he believed he had two options – fight or flight. Fighting would inevitably mean losing quickly and most likely having his throat ripped out in the process. Death was a very real possibility. Flight might delay the inevitable throat ripping and death experience. Armed with such options, it was the sudden movement as Viktor went to grab him that triggered Dean's flight towards the nearest exit.

As Viktor tried to grab Dean by the arm, the hunter managed to step back and put an extra foot of distance between them. Immediately he turned and ran towards the bathroom, the only safe place he could get to. He managed to get within a few centimetres of the door when he felt a familiar power yank him backwards. The tug had managed to destabilise the hunter as his body flew across the room and within pouncing distance of both vampires.

Momentarily disorientated, Dean managed to stagger to his feet and as he turned he couldn't help but bump into the other vampire. The hunter felt cold hands grab the flimsy material of his t-shirt. With a stronger hold on the hunter, the vampire smirked and in a condescending voice said, "now, now 'little rabbit' where do you think you are going to?" Immediately, Dean's natural survival instincts kicked in as he began to struggle, kicking and swinging his fists as much as he could and all with the aim of getting the vampire to loosen his grip so he could get as far away from the bloodsucker as quickly as possible.

Luckily, all the struggling managed to dislodge the vampire's fingers from his t-shirt but that was where 'lady luck' decided to abandon Dean as the incident had allowed both vampires to move into positions that blocked any escape either via the bathroom or the main door to his cell. Looking from one vamp to the other, Dean could see them both edge closer to him as he slowly tried to put as much distance between them. A few shuffling footsteps later and Dean felt the cold hard wall behind him. He was running out of room, options and time.

Hands raised in preparation to defend himself, Dean stared from one vampire to the other. What he saw in their faces and more specifically in their eyes terrified him. Over the many years of hunting, he had grown used to the look of hatred or hunger on a monster's face, but nothing could describe the look that was being emitted by both vampires. Chancing a longer glance at Viktor, Dean could only describe, the Grand Master's look as covetous.

Flashbacks of his previous experience with Viktor shook Dean to the core. He couldn't go through 'that' again. He just couldn't. And now, as he looked from one vampire to another, he feared that he was about to experience something much worse. Immediately, any courage left him, to be replace with fear and a need to barter his way out. "Viktor…. I mean please Grand Master, please don't do this. Not two of you. I… I ..I can't take two of you. No…. there's not enough blood in me. Busbee said I'm recovering. You do this …. and… and.. you'll kill me."

Neither vampire responded, instead both edged a little bit closer, though they moved slower than before. Dean imagined they were considering how best to subdue him without further damage to anyone. It was Viktor that spoke next. This time in a soft and patronising voice. "Dean, Dean, Dean. We've talked about your behaviour before, haven't we? No… no.. no.. I don't expect you to speak. After all, you've already said too much, and I fear that if you open your mouth again, another slave, just like that young Ryan, will most likely have to take your punishment."

At the mention of another innocent person being punished because of Dean, the remaining fight seemed to disappear. Forcing himself to submit, Dean lowered his head and his arms. Immediately, he felt a strange buzz run through his body as Viktor's hand touched his shoulder and began to move him away from the wall and toward the centre of the room. Dean knew where Viktor was leading him towards as the edge of his bed came into view.

"What way do you want this to happened Viktor?" As the other vampire spoke, Dean couldn't help but shiver. As if sensing he was about to bolt, break or both, Viktor's grip tightened. "Where are my manners Dean! Due to you little outburst, which will not go without punishment, I forgot to introduce you to a very special friend of mine. This here is Heinrich Richter, Grand Master of the Richstein Clan and you will give him respect Dean. Do you hear me? I will have to punish you for your behaviour, but I will be lenient as you're still adjusting to your new status as my pleasure slave, but the next time I will not be so forgiving."

Despite having his eyes cast downward, Dean could tell by the change in position, that Viktor had turned towards the other vampire – Heinrich. "As I was saying Heinrich. This here is the famous Mr Dean Winchester and he is my newest and most treasured possession. As you will have just witnessed, he still needs broken in and he will be. I'm really looking forward to training him… over and over again."

Try as Dean wanted, he couldn't zone out. Even as he attempted to block out Viktor's words, the vampire had the uncanny knack of ensuring that his comments echoed deep within Dean's mind. The hunter suspected that Viktor was using his powers and that the connection they held was involved as well.

"Now Dean. As a very special friend of mine, I have granted him a great gift of being allowed to drink from you. I stress that he's allowed to ONLY take blood from you and only when I am here. Do you understand my treasure?" Despite his hatred of Viktor's pet name for him, Dean felt forced to answer the vampire. Nodding he quietly spoke, "yes, Grand Master."

Viktor moved to sit down on the bed with his back leaning against the headboard. Turning towards the other vampire he spread his legs and patted knees as a gesture to Dean, " Sit down my treasure." Dean looked over towards the bed and specifically at the outstretched legs and then upwards until his eyes landed on Viktor's face. There was no way in hell he was going to snuggle in as the meat between this particular ;vampire sandwich'. There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell of that happening.

Dean managed to take a step back but was met by the other vampire, Heinrich or .Henekin or whatever his name was'. "Now my timid little rabbit. I do hope you're not going to attempt to run again. I would hate to have to hunt you. Especially as your blood is starting to stir the blood lust within both of us. " With his words, the Richstein Clan Master shunted Dean towards the bed. The push was so strong, it knocked the older Winchester off balance and he fell forward onto Viktor.

Crashing into Viktor's chest was followed by strong and cold hands grabbing him and abruptly turning him round. Dean, now found himself seated on the bed with his back leaning against Viktor's chest. The only upside for Dean was that everyone was currently still wearing clothes. Inwardly he tried not to think too loudly on this, just in case he somehow give Viktor the idea that nakedness was another option.

As Dean tried not to antagonise either vampire more than he already had, Viktor wrapped his arms around the hunter. "Ahh my dear Heinrich, my treasure knows when he's beaten. Isn't that right slave?" The elder Winchester knew Viktor expected an appropriate response. In a low whisper Dean nodded and stuttered out, "yea… yesssssssss…. Gr.. Gran.. Grand Master"

"See Heinrich. The dog can be taught old tricks. Or in treasures case, despite being dumb, even he can work out what his position is." As Viktor spoke, the vampires right hand was beginning to stroke Dean's arm. At first it was a gentle pat, but it was slowly turning into something closer to a grope. Dean wanted to throw up, but he could only imagine what punishment would befall an innocent if he did. Instead his body went completely rigid.

Viktor continued. "It's hard to imagine, isn't it? Here I am embracing Dean 'murderer of our All Mother, Eve' Winchester. Who would have thought, that within a few short years, the 'mighty' hunter would become so pathetic?" Dean attempted to close out Viktor's words, but the vampire seemed to pushing his words and his will deep into the hunter's mind.

"When the shifter, Reinhart found him, he told us, that subduing Winchester was as easy as taking candy from a baby. Oh, how the mighty have fallen and all it took was a short stint being possessed for DEAN WINCHESTER to crumble. Look at him. He is weak and not worthy to be a hunter. A life as a slave is more fitting for him. After all, hasn't he spent most of his life following orders of those who are far superior and more important that he is."

Viktor's words ripped deeper than any scratch, knife wound or vampire bite. Just as the ancient vampire had managed to physically violate him, Dean felt Viktor's words were designed to mentally dehumanise him and psychologically break him down further. Despite knowing this, Dean was becoming increasingly powerless to counter Viktor's words, never name actions.

"Ahh, there it is." With such a comment, Viktor used his left hand to tilt Dean's chin upwards so that the hunter was looking directly into the ancient vampire's eyes. "I can feel you breaking Dean. I can feel you beginning to accept your place." On hearing such words, tears formed in the hunter's eyes but Dean fought to ensure not a single tear would escape. He refused to look as pathetic as he knew he felt.

Dean avoided the embarrassment of crying in front of Viktor as the distraction of cold hands lifting his right wrist and turning it round so that the soft flesh of the underside of his wrist was exposed. Icy fingers danced lightly over the hunter's skin. "Viktor. May I?"

At first, Dean didn't understand what Heinrich was asking of the Volkov Grand Master, but immediate as he saw a set of sharp vampire fangs descend he knew what permission had been sought and given. Instantly Dean attempted to dislodge his wrist and put as much distance between vampire fangs and his arms as possible. Unfortunately, Viktor's grip around his chest tightened, halting any escape just as Heinrich's hands closed and pulled Dean's wrist until lit was inches from the vampire's mouth.

As Dean felt a cold and moist tongue lick his wrist, pleas escaped before he had a chance to lock it down, "please don't do this." Alas, Heinrich was too far gone on his scent and blood to even hear the hunter. Heinrich bit down on the smooth flesh of Dean's right wrist. Within a second of tasting the hunter's blood the vampire removed his teeth from Dean's skin and with widened eyes looked up at the hunter. Gasping out, "oh my All Mother. You taste divine."

That was the only reprieve Dean experienced as Heinrich dived straight back in. Only this time, the fangs went much deeper and the suction was strong. The pain was immense s it rocketed up Dean's arm, across his chest and straight to his heart. Unable to help himself, Dean threw his head back and screamed out "NO!" That was the only word he managed to get out as Viktor's mouth found Dean's lips. Realising what was happening, a dazed hunter tried to pull away but the ancient vampire's right hand and moved up and was now holding the hunter firmly in place.

Dean's ears were filled with the sounds of moans and muffled noise. Pleasurable moans were clearly coming from Heinrich as he greedily gulped down Dean's very life force, whilst the muffled noise was coming from his own lips as he tried to breath in oxygen. Whilst Dean fought for air and space He failed to sense Viktor's fingers on his pulse. And it was as Dean began to feel dizzy that Viktor immediately snapped his head upwards and barked. "Enough Heinrich."

At Dean fought against unconsciousness, the hunter was certain the other vampire was going to continue to drain him until he was completely dry. Instead, with a few words in the vampire's native language, Heinrich seemed to jolt backwards. "I'm sorry Viktor. Thank you for making sure I stopped. I wouldn't have been able to, if you hadn't of intervened."

As Heinrich spoke, Dean could feel the Richstein Grand Master's cold hands wander over his thighs. Once again, on feeling hands wander too close to his pelvis area, Dean immediately went rigid again. Fearing that possibility that he is about to get raped again, Dean began to mentally prepare himself. He knew how powerless and weak he was as he lay trapped between two very powerful vampires. Resigned as he was to the inevitable, he was shocked and surprised when Viktor barked out something in German (he guessed) and then he felt a surge of power. Thankfully it wasn't directed at him. Instead he watched as Heinrich was flung three feet backwards, off the bed and landed on his ass.

Dean would have laughed, but blood loss combined with the growing feeling that Viktor was about to indulge himself in any way he wanted, Dean shivered and tried to use the distraction to get out of Viktor's grip. Sadly for Dean, Viktor pulled the hunter even closer to the ancient vampire. "Leave us Heinrich." As Viktor barked out his demand, the hunter could hear shuffling as the other vampire attempted to recover some sort of image of self-control. An apology was made and the Richstein Grand Master quickly left the room.

"Alone at last." At hearing Viktor's comments, Dean began to panic. Unfortunately, the blood loss had already weakened him to the point that his attempts presented no challenge to the ancient vampire. In fact, his feeble struggle to remove himself from Viktor's arms had resulted in Volkov pulling him further onto the bed. "My dear child. Shuuusssshhhhh… No need to panic. Since our last encounter I've learned better control. I promise you, I know when to stop … drinking."

Viktor couldn't help but smile as he paused and licked his lips, just before he uttering the word 'drinking.' Dean was exhausted but he was beyond pissed. Being drained dry was not what Dean feared. In fact, death was freedom. No, Dean shivered and panicked at the imminent possibility of forced intimacy. The groping had been bad, but the stolen kiss had been much worse. The hunter knew that Viktor wanted more than just a kiss. The very trail the vampire's hands were taking across his stomach was sending a clear message. He wanted Dean's flesh as well as blood. Viktor wanted his heart and soul and would not take no for an answer.

"Relax Dean. I can hear your heart beating in your chest from here." As the Grand Master spoke, he moved Dean until he was practically cradling the hunter in his arms. Dean made the mistake of looking directly in Viktor's eyes. As he vampire and human eyes locked, Dean immediately felt a strange electric pull in his mind. Immediately he knew it was the singular connexion at work. His suspicions were strengthened as he saw a strange glow within Viktor's pupils which were fully dilated.

Realising what the vampire was trying to do, Dean turned his head in an attempt to break or weaken whatever connection the vampire was trying to build. "Nooooooo! You son of a bitch! Whatever you're trying to do, I'm going to fight you and I'm going to win. Do you hear me?" With his words, Dean began to fight back. His labours was rewarded as the strange feeling quietened down within him. Unfortunately, his victory was short lived, as the vampire took advantage of the new exposed position on Dean's neck as the ancient vampire tightened his grip on the hunter's shoulder as fangs once again ripped into his neck.

Surprisingly, the elder Winchester managed to squirm for some time, whilst Volkov drank deeply, but eventually Dean stilled. Limbs heavy and both body and soul drained, the hunter lay limp against Viktor. Sensing how dangerously close Dean was to the point of no return, Volkov stopped. Though Dean was bordering on unconscious oblivion, he felt suction change to licking as the ancient vampire used his saliva to close over and partially heal Dean's wounds.

Dizzy and feeling as if he had been roofie, Dean's world tilted again as he found himself being lowered directly unto the bed. Lying on his back, Dean felt his body being reposition so he was now lying dead centre on his bed.

Once Viktor had positioned Dean correctly, the vampire seemed to begin to fondle and caress the unwilling hunter. In his drugged state, Dean was completely defenceless. The only godsend was that the hunter was nearly completely out of it that if Viktor decided to sodomise him again, there was a high chance Dean would not remember it. Or that's what the hunter prayed would be the case.

As Dean drifted, a soft chuckled could be heard coming from Viktor's direction. "Ahh my sweet child. As much as I would like to partake of the pleasures of your flesh. There is no enjoyment if you're neither willing or unwilling. Instead, I feel our bond will grow as strong if we just lie here and rest together. Sleep child."

With Viktor's words or in this case, orders, Dean passed into the deepest sleep ever. The last thing he felt was the cold body of the vampire wrap itself around him as blankets were pulled up. The last words he heard was "my treasure".