The Emancipation of Heaven's Court

Disclaimer: I own nothing save for what rattles around in my rather warped imagination.

Author's Note: Mention of male rape and lots of violence in this chapter, you have been duly warned!! THIS IS NOT A DEATH FIC!!! I will never kill off the boys or any character that has not died on the show already.

Author's Note 2: This chapter reveals more about where Sam is being held, I am not an expert on mining in NSW or around Sydney in particular so I looked up some and decided to take a bit of licence with the one that sounds like it suits it the most.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: American Hunters in Sydney ... Hunting American Style

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THEN:

'So what now?' Sam blinked and forced himself not to rub his eyes until the blurriness cleared.

'Now the fun begins.' The demon smiled coldly and Sam found himself wanting to know why that face is so familiar and why he can't quite recognise it.

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NOW:

Sam felt himself being carried down a long hallway, even though the demon promised him that he would regain his sight, nothing had changed. Everything was still blurry and shapeless, instead of complete nothing; all he saw was shapes in the nothing.

Not wanting to let anyone know that he was conscious; Sam kept his eyes closed and honed his listening skills. Soon he was able to distinguish the different footfalls of the humans, and possessed humans, those possessed seemed to be a little heavier footed, as though it took, thought to make each step.

Sounds became clearer the further they went into the underground passageway, and he soon heard the change from a cement floor to the squelch of mud and then he felt the sting of fresh night air and chilled breeze; they were taking him outside out of his prison and into another unknown situation. Resigned to the fact that he would never leave Australia alive, Sam could only hope that Dean was safe with Bobby and Jim his only regret was the fact that he didn't have a chance to say goodbye to his big brother and extended family.

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Earlier that day:

Dean and Bobby sat in one car watching the old mine while Jim and Keith sat in another just on the other side, there were only two entries to the site, and they covered both. It took everything Dean had not to just storm into the place and pull it apart to find Sam. The address where they took Sam's coffin to was the home of the owner of the mine; half an hour later, they had the address of the mine and now they staked the property out. Watching the rundown buildings from two roads, one an entrance and one an exit watching the activity with interest.

Even though, the afternoon sun shone brightly and bathed everything in a warm light the mine itself appeared to be dull and shrouded in shadows. A low wind howled around the wooden buildings, rattling the tin roofing, giving it an eerie almost horror movie like atmosphere.

Although the mine was considered abandoned there were too many around not for it to be the demon's nest. After finishing their coffee, Dean's decaf was starting to get him even more antsy than fully caffeinated coffee could ever make him.

'Damn it Bobby this just reeks.'

'This or you after that onion burger?' Bobby groused and wound his window down a little; Dean had enough grace to give his friend a sheepish look before turning his attention back to the dark buildings in front of them.

'Ah shit Bobby it's Caleb and Josh.' Dean pointed to the two men as they were dragged between buildings, 'damn it all.'

'Ah shit.' Bobby echoed Dean's sentiments as he watched the guards drag the two barely conscious hunters between them. 'This changes everything.' He grumbled and pulled out his cell phone quickly punched in Keith's number and then waited for one of them to answer.

'We have to get in there Bobby, if Cal and Josh ...' Dean's voice broke and he felt a tightening in his chest.

'Take it easy boy and pop one of those blasted pills like the doc told ya.' Bobby watched Dean take the small bottle out of his pocket and stare at it for a second, 'go on it aint gonna open and put the pill in yer mouth for ya,'

'yeah, yeah keep ya cap on.' Dean mumbled taking the pill out and slipping it under his tongue, 'freaking hate this.'

'Yeah well either stay calm the rest of yer life or ...'

'I know, still doesn't mean that I hafta like it.'

'You can always go back to Wayne's where you should be.' Bobby threatened.

'Make me.' Dean shot back sounding more like a petulant five year old.' The ringing of Bobby's phone stopping the discussion. When neither Jim or Keith answered immediately, Bobby had hung up with the intent of ringing back in a moment but Jim bet him to it.

'Did you see them Bobby?' Jim asked without preamble.

'Yeah you two ready?' Bobby answered his gaze still locked on his pale-faced counterpart.

'Yeah we're ready to go, God help us.' Jim said before hanging up, Bobby closed his phone and took a good look at Dean.

'Take a photo it'll last longer.' Dean mumbled feeling the intensity behind Bobby's stare.

'What?'

'Nothing ... you ready to go.'

'Ready.' Simultaneously the four men left their respective cars and moved stealthily towards their goal. All hoping that they can get away with the act of surprise while there were so few around. Using the shadows to their advantage, the howling wind masking any noise they might have made, as they drew their weapons and advanced with deadly intent.

They swooped on the four guards parading Cal and Josh, moving as one unit they quickly and silently despatched them. Keith staying behind with the two injured hunters while the others went in search of the missing Sam.

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Sam groaned and slowly opened his eyes testing their strength, but all he could see were shapeless blobs and a deep nothingness. He was still in the comfortable bed, with no restraints and was suddenly wearing baggy cotton pants although he knew he was still bare-chested, his long fingers ghosted over his throat and felt the hated collar back but at least it didn't have the lead attached to it this time.

As his awareness grew, Sam realised that he was not alone in the room, concentrating he managed to pick out at least five different breathing sounds, but only three heartbeats. Frowning, Sam squirmed under the scrutiny that he could only feel and not see when he realised that he was wearing something else. Horrified Sam slipped his right hand under the waistband of his cotton pants and felt the hard ridge of leather. Forgetting the fact that he had an audience for a moment, Sam let his fingers slide along the leather his chest tightening with fear as he realised what it was. Reluctantly he let his fingers slide downwards and felt the leather sheath covering his penis and testicles, nausea churned in his stomach causing acidic bile to bubble up when he felt the cock ring firmly placed underneath. 'No.' He whispered, the giggles and tittering brought him back to his predicament, his cheeks burning with embarrassment he tried to roll over onto his stomach and to hide his face when strong hands gripped his shoulders and hip and forced him to lie on his back once again. 'Leave me alone you freaking perverts.' He yelled but the only answer he received was a soft chuckle and a few stifled whispers.

'Finish the preparation the Master will not be kept waiting.' A very familiar voice echoed in Sam's ears, he was screwed no matter what, literally and figuratively screwed.

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Keith crouched down next to Caleb and checked out the young American, gaunt and deathly pale he lay quietly, his eyes open but he showed no awareness. Shaking his head, he turned to Josh and found him staring directly up at him. 'Hey it's alright I'm Keith a friend of the Winchesters.'

'Where Dean?' Josh rasped the words out, his throat felt like sandpaper decorated it.

'He's gone to find Sam with Bobby and Jim.' Keith explained as he tended to Josh's wounds as best as he could for now.

'No.' Josh cried out and gripped Keith's arm tightly, 'trap.'

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Dean skidded to a stop and fought to get his erratic breathing under control, he was not going to do Sam any good by having another heart attack in the middle of the rescue. He could hear Bobby and Jim right behind him and allowed himself to relax a little and to take a good look around his surroundings.

The entrance to the mine itself, once boarded up to prevent trespassers, was once again wide open and lit with bare light bulbs strung along the walls like some distorted Christmas decoration. The floor of the mine, seemed to be slush, slippery clay like mud squelched under foot, and the walls felt damp with tufts of moss growing around the main entrance.

A broken rail-track for the heavy coal cars disappeared into the inky blackness and the sounds of bats nesting in the damp depths sent shivers down Dean's back, he hates bats just as much as rats.

'You alright boy?' Bobby hissed clamping a hand on Dean's shoulder.

'Huh?' Dean forced himself not to react to the touch and turned his head enough to look at Bobby, 'yeah I'm okay, let's get this done.'

Without uttering, a word Bobby pushed passed Dean and took point with Jim at the rear effectively keeping Dean between them, much to the chagrin of the younger hunter.

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Sam felt cold hands on his face and then they moved to hold the sides of his head still, instantly he started to struggle but hands seemingly came from everywhere and held him down, feet, knees, hips, waist, chest, shoulders, completely incapacitating him. 'No, no, no let me go.' He bellowed his humiliation burning brightly on his face, as someone held his eyes wide open and the acidic drops once again scorched their way in. This time he screamed and bucked trying to throw the weight of the hands off him; something was wrong these drops were different to the last lot, and the pain was fast becoming excruciating. 'Leave me alone.'

'What's the matta Sammy boy? Can't take a little medicine like a man?' Hendrickson's voice cut through Sam's pain-filled mind and he froze not willing to let the possessed FBI agent to have anymore fun at his expense. 'Ya see the Master told me to give you your next dosage of the drops, but...' the possessed man bent down close to Sam's head and whispered just loud enough for his prisoner to hear, 'I doctored it a little, the Master doesn't know and he's never gonna know is he Sammy? Can't have you seeing what you shouldn't.'

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'Josh mate, can you tell me more?' Keith asked as he tended to the younger man's wounds, 'what kind of trap?'

'All ... three ... d-demons ... be ... here.' Josh ground out before succumbing to unconsciousness again. Keith sat back on his heels and ran his fingers through his hair not sure on what to do, he couldn't leave the two men, one unconscious and the other in a waking catatonic state to warn the others but he couldn't let them walk straight into a trap either. 'Fuck!'

Movement at the entrance of the mine caught Keith's attention and he shifted slightly to get a better look. He watched as two rather large looking men with blank looks on their faces dragged a young woman towards the mine; although she didn't go meekly she had a similar blank look on her face. She continued to try and plant her feet in the loose dirt or kick out at her captors all to no avail. Keith frowned for some reason she looked familiar, someone he had seen or met recently. Confused he watched her carefully, the situation was fast becoming out of control as more entered the tunnel but no one came out.

'Don't ... trust ... her.' Caleb mumbled, 'betray-betrayer.'

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'Get away from the bed now.' The Master's voice silenced the muttering and giggling and Sam felt the hands lift off, making him feel almost weightless for a second. He moaned and clenched his teeth as he tried to ride out the burning in the back of his eyes, the growing migraine threatening to split his head in two and the humiliation of having tears tracking down his face. 'What is going on? Why is Sam in so much pain?'

'He reacted to the drops this time Master.' Hendrickson said, his voice sounding meek, his demeanour submissive but his downcast eyes glowed red.

Verechiel glared at the snivelling wretches in front of him and then with a curt wave of his hand, he dismissed them; he wanted nothing more than to turn them all into dust but he had to stay his hand, for now anyway. 'Leave us.'

'Master?' Hendrickson snapped his head up, 'are you sure that you don't want me to stay?'

'Get out or be sent to the pit.' Verechiel snarled his patience almost gone, 'remember I am the one allowing you to inhabit that particular meat-suit.'

'I am sorry Father forgive me.' Arestesnos snivelled, 'I owe you everything.'

'Yes you do son, do not forget it.'

'I won't, and thank you for this meat-suit the human is rather interesting he is rather twisted himself.'

'Do not forget what we are doing and why we are here Arestesnos,' Verechiel warned in a low voice, 'go find your brother.'

'Yes Father.' Hendrickson's head bowed his eyes glittered red as he stole a glance at the young man lying helpless on the bed, 'I'll go and find Amnimimesis.'

Verechiel waited for his son to leave before perching himself on the edge of the bed, 'Sam my boy, are you awake?' He spoke in a soft calm voice and gently touched the young man's shoulder.

'What? Why are you doing this?' Sam rasped out, his heart thudding against his chest after listening to the two demons, this time all of them ... here together and Sam had no idea how he was going to get of it alive.

'All will be revealed in good time my boy, now let's have a look at your eyes.' Verechiel froze when he saw the unconscious flinch on Sam's face and then the gold colouring of Sam's eyes. 'how do you feel Sam?'

'Just peachy how do you feel?' Sam snapped, he was tired, his head hurt and his eyes felt like he had flames licking at them from all sides.

'Samuel please I cannot help you if I do not know what is wrong.' The demon said trying to sound reasonable.

'I can't see it's as simple as that. Your remedy hasn't worked.' Sam sighed too weary to fight anymore. 'I'm tired my head hurts and my eyes are burning can't I just go to sleep?'

'What do you mean your eyes are burning?' Verechiel asked sharply and when Sam didn't answer, he dug his fingernails into Sam's arm, 'answer me.'

'Argh, get off me.' Sam tried to push the offending hand away from his arm, he could feel the talon like nails tearing his skin and the warmth of blood seeping out of the rips. 'No!'

'Answer me Samuel.'

'My eyes ... argh let go please.'

'Very well.' Verechiel relinquished his hold on Sam's arm and casually licked the blood from his fingers, 'I am waiting Samuel.'

'My eyes feel like they are literally burning, like flames are surrounding them and burning them.' Sam gritted out through his clenched teeth, 'it wasn't like it was last time.'

'The reaction or the treatment?' Verechiel watched Sam's face carefully, the boy may be blind but his face was still alive and easy to read.

'Both ... please I just want to go to sleep.' Sam whispered the fight in him gone, as exhaustion took over, 'please ... Master.'

Verechiel sat back in stunned silence; Sam called him Master and did so voluntarily something was not right, not right at all. 'Sam?'

'Yes?' Sam asked his voice barely audible.

'Will you allow me to touch your head?'

'Why are you asking? Normally you just do it.' Sam asked and frowned sadly, resigned to his fate as a blind toy for a family of demons, 'Master.'

'Humour me.' Verechiel smiled and waited for the slight nod before he placed both hands on Sam. One covered his eyes and the other covered the left side of his head, the demon hissed as he felt the presence of a foreign substance.

'What is it Master?' Sam asked dully turning his head towards the touch, aching for someone else's comfort but taking any from anywhere.

'Rest Sam, you have a big night ahead of you and you need your rest.' Verechiel patted Sam's shoulder and stood up, he watched as the tortured young man fought to get comfortable and drift into a restless sleep. 'Where are my useless sons?' He snarled before disappearing.

Sam opened his eyes and listened intently but he was finally on his own, carefully he sat up and fought the urge to vomit, levering himself up he put a tentative hand out before taking a step, slowly but surely he made his way to the wall and then felt along it until he felt the door. Holding his breath, Sam tried the lock either they were getting sloppy with their security or they thought that he was too weak to worry about. Sure, that it was the latter Sam afforded himself a small smile and then listened intently before making his way out of the room.

Keeping one hand on the wall, he took small stumbling steps and prayed that he was heading towards an exit and not deeper into the labyrinth.

'Where do you think you're going Sammy boy?' Hendrickson's voice startled Sam and he crumbled against the wall, 'well, well aint it lucky that I came down here looking for dear old dad and found you stumbling around. Tsk, tsk, kiddo you might have gotten hurt ... being so blind and all.'

'Wh-what do you want?' Sam asked pressing harder against the wall he tried to push himself away from the sulphuric breath hot on his face, if he could keep moving. Suddenly, two hands slapped the wall on either side of his head effectively trapping him; before Sam could react, he was pinned with a brutal kiss. Crushing his lips against his teeth as the possessed man forced his tongue passed them and into the warmth of Sam's mouth. Gagging Sam tried to push him away but was no match for the demon's strength. The hands started to grope him moving up and down his torso pinching and scratching, Sam made himself like a statue, unresponsive to the touches and the brutal kisses, he found that little corner of his mind and let go.

Ares felt the change in Sam immediately, snarling he grabbed hold of Sam's penis to make him respond when he felt the thick leather sheath, 'fuck you bastard father!' He snarled gripping Sam's shoulders he cruelly slammed him into the wall repeatedly until a bloody smear painted the rock wall, and then he dropped the lifeless form to the ground.

'Arestesnos ... what have you done?' Verechiel roared appearing in front of the man currently housing his son.

'You, you covered him.' Arestesnos snarled, 'how can he be played with now?'

'You fool you know what tonight is and yet you are deliberately ignoring that and my direct orders to leave the boy alone.'

'He was mine first father I found him and brought him here. He was my pet.' Sounding like a pouting child Hendrickson's body seemingly grew in front of the Fallen One, the one who created him. 'No you cannot have him he is mine.'

'Remember your place Arestesnos ... remember who you are dealing with.'

'I remember all to clearly Father. If I had not found Sam Winchester to begin with you would not have him for your ritual now.'

'I will not have you interfere with my plans boy.'

'I am not your boy, I haven't been for eons Father.'

'What are you two arguing about?' Amni appeared and leant against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest and ankles crossed relaxed and confident. 'What happened to our poor Sammy?'

'Your brother happened.' Verechiel snapped, wondering why he didn't create daughters instead of sons. 'Amni see if you can ram some sense into his head, don't worry about the meat we can get fresh if needed.' Bending down he scooped Sam's body into his arms and disappeared.

'Nice going freak.' Amni growled at his brother, 'what did you have to go and do that for?'

'The boy was mine Father fitted the sheath on him.' Ares snapped back, 'and I'm not the freak creep.'

Quit it, look if we're gonna get Azazel back we need the boy, he was marked by him to begin with so technically ...'

'You do realise that when Father completes the ritual and Azazel takes over Sam's body that is it, we can't play with him anymore.' Ares snarked, smiling when he saw the reaction on his brother's face.

'Fuck, so why let us play with him to begin with?' Amni hit the wall in anger, 'Ares you notice how he is with Sam lately?'

'Yeah he treats him like he is already his son, makes me wanna puke.'

'Father is losing it the kid is nothing but fresh meat who's a good fuck.'

'That he is, so what do we do about it?'

TBC