VIOLET'S POV

"Now it's my turn", Sam snarled. He started to walk slowly toward me and the bed was shoved violently to the side with a flick of his wrist. I turned and jerked on the door handle. It was sealed tight like it was welded shut.

"VIOLET?!", Bobby's frantic voice called from the other side of the door. "I CAN'T GET THE DOOR OPEN! THE LATCH! IT'S STUCK!" I saw his wide, terrified eyes looking back at me through the peephole just before they shifted to look over my shoulder. To my surprise, his eyes got even wide than they were already. "He's coming!", Bobby hissed.

"I know", I whispered. "Don't worry about me, I'll be OK. Go check on Dean." The little door slammed shut over the peephole and I knew that it wasn't done by Bobby. I turned around and Sam was suddenly in my face. How'd he get over here so fast? He was walking so slowly! He slammed his palms on the door on either side of my head, making me flinch. He lowered his head, stuck his nose in my hair, and inhaled deeply.

"I've missed you so much, Angel", he purred, his nose moving down until it touched the sensitive skin behind my ear. The hot air from his exhales, made me shudder. And not in a good way.

"Get off me, Sam!" I wanted to sound strong, but my broken and shaking voice betrayed me. Sam chuckled softly, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear.
"You and I both know that's not what you want." I wanted to shove him away with my hands, but he was too close. "We both know you want something more." He looked up through the peephole for a moment and then back down at me. "Something you're not getting from my brother." That made the anger well up inside me like magma ready to erupt from a volcano.

"SHUT UP!", I roared as Sam went flying backwards. But he was ready for it. He landed on his feet, skidding back in a crouched position. Sam stood back up with a smirk on his face, shaking his head as he stalked after me again.

"Temper, temper...", he cooed at me. "You'll never be able to control your power if it only comes out when you're angry." He stopped before he was close enough to touch me and just stood there staring at me. "And like I said, it's my turn." Sam's arm shot out and I was thrown back into the door. The back of my head hit the hard metal and the room began to spin. I could feel warm blood trickling down the back of my head. I tried to move but I was stuck to the door. It wasn't until that moment that I realized that I was completely over my head. Sam was right, how could I possibly expect to control my powers when my powers only really worked when I was angry. And I couldn't control my temper. His arm whizzed through the air and I was surprised by a hard slap to my cheek. Another flick of his wrist and my arms flew up over my head and stuck to the door.

"CAS!", I blurted. "HELP ME!" Sam snickered at me, pressing his body into mine. He grabbed my hips and ground his growing erection into my belly. I grimaced, looking away from him.

"Cas can't get in her, Sweetheart. This room is warded against angels." He moaned loudly as his hand roamed back to squeeze my ass. "You'll have to remind me to thank Bobby for that later." He grabbed my chin and jerked my head to the side. Lowering his face into my neck, he started kissing me over my pulse point then slowly licked down to my shoulder. I screamed through gritted teeth when he bit down hard into the space where my neck and shoulder came together. I could feel him sucking hard and the pain was almost unbearable. His whole body started to shudder and he dug his nails into my hip.

"STOP! PLEASE!" He pulled his lips off my neck, panting hard, and looked back up at me. There was blood smeared over his mouth and running down his chin. He smiled and seeing his blood stained teeth made my stomach do flip-flops. I had to look away and swallow hard to keep from throwing up. He licked his lips and snickered in my ear.

"It's not demon blood, but it certainly hit the spot!" He bowed his head and started licking the wound. I hissed in pain. "So delicious!", Sam murmured to himself. He started panting hard again, losing control of himself. His lips latched onto my neck again and he went back to sucking.

"Somebody help me!", I sobbed. I tried to push him off with my mind, but my head was still fuzzy from hitting it on the door, and I couldn't focus. My body started to go numb starting with my fingers and toes. Than it started to spread up and down my limbs. Was he draining my blood? I sent out the loudest message I could without saying a word. 'HELP ME! PLEASE!' I felt so tired. I wanted desperately to just sleep.

Suddenly the whole room began to shake and Sam pulled away from me. A look of surprise on his face. A high pitched whine echoed off the iron walls and Sam covered his ears. I was released from the wall and crumpled to the floor at Sam's feet. I clapped my hands over my ears as a blinding white light filled the small space. When the light finally faded and I could see again, there was a strange man standing on the other side of the room. He raised his head and looked at me with an unreadable expression. When he looked over at Sam, his eyes glowed white and the shadow of huge wings unfolding showed on the wall behind him.

"Get away from her!", the man growled. My eyes shot up at the man and he stared back down at me with an expression that was almost like panic.

"MICHAEL?!" Sam stared at him slack-jawed. "B-but how did you get out of the cage?!" My head swung around to look at Sam in shock and then back up at the Archangel standing over me. A fleeting smile crossed Michael's face and was gone so quickly that I might have imagined it. He continued to stare at me while speaking to Sam.

"You would be surprised what a parent would do for their child", Michael whispered. This was Michael? He looked so young! Not much older than me! His eyes began to soften and glisten with unshed tears. "Their daughter."

"She...she's your daughter?!" Sam's eyes darted from me to Michael and back again. For the first time since I'd met him, Sam actually looked afraid. I didn't know whether I should be glad or afraid myself. Michael's arm shot out and Sam went whizzing over my head and hit the door that I was stuck to just a moments ago. Michael held Sam against the wall as he stalked towards him.

"Yes, she is", Michael purred. "And I won't let you hurt her anymore." Michael reached up to press his palm to Sam's forehead when I grabbed him by the ankle. He looked down at me and I blinked at him through the fog of blood loss and quite probably a concussion. "He'll never hurt you again, Violet. I will make sure of that." He looked back at Sam with a sneer, trembling with rage.

"I'm going to send him straight back to Hell."