DEAN'S POV
Getting my ass kicked by my brother and vice versa, was not how I planned to snap Sam out of his fatal funk, but it seemed to work. He finally cleaned himself up and came down stairs to eat. He was still very quiet and sullen. But I really couldn't blame him, could I? The guilt he's feeling must be horrible. I knew that something would have to change, and quick, or Sam would self destruct. And not in the 'drink himself to death' kinda way. I'm talking 'eat the barrel of his gun' kinda self destruct. I was gonna have to get him back hunting. And soon. Anything to take his mind off what had happened.
Bobby had made breakfast (again), and we were all sitting around the kitchen table eating in silence. Nobody dared to look at anyone else for fear of seeing the pain that each of us was feeling. It was like we all sat in a our own little bubbles that nobody could see, but everyone knew not to pop. I suddenly heard a flutter of large wings in the corner of the room and looked over to see Cas staring at me. Sam looked over at the same time and we both stood up. Bobby simply turned in his chair, throwing his arm over the back of it.
"What's up, Cas?", I asked, walking up to him.
"Can I speak with you, Dean? Alone?" Cas glanced up at Sam and then quickly back at me. The look of desperation on his face was concerning. He stalked past me out of the kitchen and stood waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I looked up at Sam and he shot me a frightened look. I put my hand on his shoulder, trying to ease his concern. I just wish someone would ease mine.
"It's OK, Sam. Finish your breakfast." I walked out of the room, leaving Sam standing there with his jaw muscles clenching. I walked into the foyer and Cas was picking at his fingernails. "Tell me what's going on Cas." He sighed heavily and glanced over my shoulder to look back into the kitchen. I turned my head and saw Sam and Bobby both looking at us, but not moving from where they were when I had left the room.
"I heard her, Dean!", Cas growled close to my ear, facing away from the kitchen. I looked back at him, confused. "Violet! She prayed to me again." My eyebrows flew up in surprise and I leaned in close. I didn't want Sam to hear until I had more information. I wasn't gonna get his hopes up if there was no chance for a rescue.
"Do you know where she is! Can you get to her?" I shot questions at him frantically, trying to keep my voice low.
"She's in New York City. She sent me images of the view from the window that she was looking out of. I could see the Empire State Building." He looked down at his shoes as he spoke again. "It took me nearly a full day to find the right building where he was keeping her. And when I did, the apartment had been warded." I sighed, running my hand down my tired face. It wasn't Cas' responsibility anyway. It was mine. I'm the one that lost her to that fucking demon!
"Dean!" a panicky voice whispered from behind me, making me jump. I spun around to find Sam looking at me with real fear in his eyes. He could see my distress and it was killing him. "What the Hell is going on?" Trying to keep secrets from each other was not our strong suit. To be perfectly honest, we were terrible at it! And it only caused fights. I looked up at the ceiling in frustration and then back down at him. He stood there exasperated, waiting for an answer and I glared at him before I spilled everything.
"Cas has found Violet", I whispered back. Sam stopped breathing and just stared at me, wide-eyed. "She's in New York City, but the apartment where Crowley's keeping her is warded. so he couldn't get in." Sam looked down at the floor, running a shaking hand through his hair.
"We have to help her, Dean! NOW!", Sam breathed. "I owe her my soul!" He was pacing around the small area between the front door and the stairs and it was making me crazy! I stepped in front of him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He was shaking and there were tears in his eyes. "I owe her my life!", Sam whispered quietly.
"We'll get her back, Sam!", I promised. "But we have to be smart about this. We can't just go barging in there without knowing who else is there. It could be crawling with demons!" Sam took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and nodded. "Cas, can you go back to that building and scope it out? See if there might be any other unfriendlies lurking around? Cas disappeared without a word or a nod. Sam sat down on the steps and put his head in his hands. I wished that I was a more eloquent person, more like Sam. He always seemed to know what to say to make others feel better. While I never knew what to say or do. I just did what I said I would do. I was there for him. I just sat there on the stairs with him. He felt a guilt that he didn't deserve to feel. It was my fault. I deserved the pain and the guilt. I should have stopped Violet when I had the chance. But, instead, I let her sell herself to that despicable bastard!
I would make it up to her somehow.
VIOLET'S POV
I was still on the floor propped up against the bed with my arms wrapped around my legs when the demon strolled out of the bathroom, whistling. He sat down on the bed next to me and started stroking my head like he was petting a loyal dog. I just stared straight ahead and out the window, trying to ignore him. His hand roamed down the back of my head and he brushed my hair back to place the palm of his hand on the back of my neck. I shuddered from the crawling feeling on my skin where he touched me. He rubbed and messaged the muscles running from the back of my head down to my shoulders.
"You need to understand something, Pet", the demon cooed. "I am your Master and you are my property." I refused to look at him and his hand snaked around to grab my chin bruisingly, jerking my head around to face him. "And as my property, I expect you to show me some respect and be obedient." I yanked my chin out of his grip, slid away from him on my backside, and stood up.
"RESPECT YOU?!", I blurted. "YOU BEAT ME, RAPE ME, AND TREAT ME LIKE AN ANIMAL, AND NOW YOU WANT ME TO RESPECT YOU?!" He sat on the bed as I stood over him, screaming in his face. I should have seen what was coming next but I was so angry that I wasn't thinking rationally. The demon stood up quickly and back handed me before I had the chance to react. I flew sideways onto the floor and he picked me back up by my hair. His other hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed mercilessly. I tried desperately to pry his hand away, but his grip was so strong! It wasn't until I nearly passed out and my eyes rolled into the back of my head that he finally loosened his grip. If he hadn't been holding onto my hair, I would have crumpled to the floor. He flung me hard onto the ground and stood over me.
"Respect me or fear me, I don't really care!" The demon was snarling with his hands balled into fists. "But you WILL obey me!" He started panting and he leered at me. I recognized that look and I knew what it meant. I looked away and started to tremble. My breath caught in my throat and I looked back over at him when I heard him unbuckle his belt. I tried to crawl away from him but he stomped on the chain, keeping me from moving away from him. He grabbed me by the ankle and pulled me toward him as he knelt on the floor. "You WILL obey me!", the demon growled again. He pulled me under him as he leaned over me and the sadistic grin on his face made me gasp. I shoved against his chest and he grabbed my wrists, holding them over my head. He laid on top of me and pushed hard into me before I could protest.
"You know what want to hear, don't you pet?", he breathed close to my ear. I did know what he wanted and I would be damned if he was going to get it. He wanted to hear my screams. It turned him on and his sadistic side relished it. I kept my face turned away from him, as he slammed into me over and over. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. All he could get out of me were quiet whimpers. He snarled at my lack of cooperation. "SCREAM BITCH!" He held both my wrists in one hand and grabbed my breast, twisting it harshly. The pain in my chest along with the pain between my legs eventually became too much and I screamed in agony. He groaned in pleasure, thrusting violently into me three more times before bellowing out his climax. The demon grabbed my face and stared into my eyes. He leaned forward and placed his mouth close to my ear. His hot breath on my neck made me cringe. He whispered those four words into my ear and they seemed to seep into my soul, chilling me as if they were ice water.
"You WILL obey me!"
