Hey Ya'll! I already had chapter 2 written and just wanted to see what kind of feedback I received before posting it. Thank you so much for your reviews!

I have the entire story outlined and all I have to do is finish writing it! I don't have a set update schedule as it took me about a month to write chapter 1 but I was also really busy.

Sam awoke to cold air blowing across his bare chest. Groaning he tried to turn over, his movement stopped by a harsh chain digging into his neck. He tried to lift his arms to his neck, instead he was met with the pull of more chains around his wrists and waist. Sam's eyes snapped open, squinting immediately at the harsh lighting in the room.

Once his eyes adjusted, he took stalk of his situation. The room was small, four concrete walls with no windows, a heater, and stairs. There was a camera near the door pointed at him, it's red light blinking. He looked down as much as the chain around his neck would allow, which wasn't much, to try and gauge his bindings. He was kneeling on the concrete, a chain was wrapped around his waist which he assumed was connected to both his wrists and ankles. Sam struggled in his chains, wincing at the tug of the metal against his skin, until the door at the top of the stairs swung open revealing a short blonde woman that Sam recognized.

"Millie?"

"You're awake!" She smiled and skipped down the stairs. She carried a tray with food and something he couldn't make out. "I was beginning to think you were going to sleep through breakfast!" Kneeling, she set the tray down in front of him. Sam saw oatmeal and a spoon and something else which was covered by a napkin. "Which would have been bad, cause you need food." Millie smiled as if that was the worst situation Sam could have been faced with.

Sam just scowled at her. "Where's Dean?"

Her smile fell just a little, she was not expecting that question. "Dean's fine. You should be more worried about yourself."

"Fine then where am I?" Sam's voice was dripping with sarcasm, something that Millie must have failed to notice.

"You're in my basement. It's easiest to take care of you here." she picked up the spoon and scooped a little of the oatmeal into it. "Now I need to feed you so I can get to work." She lifted the spoon to his mouth but Sam turned away, keeping it firmly closed. Sighing, she grabbed his chin and forced his head forward, nails digging into his skin. "I can't give you the drugs on an empty stomach Sam." he glared at her and shook his head, his bangs falling in his face. "Fine we can do this the hard way." She moved her hand from his chin to his nose and blocked his airway.

Sam kept his mouth closed as long as he could. He knew he probably needed the food, he hadn't eaten since… well, since the morning they drove into town. After 30 seconds though, his body betrayed him, his mouth opening wide for a deep breath only to have her pour the oatmeal down his throat. He promptly shut his mouth, taking slight pleasure at the fact that she had to repeat the process several more times because he sure as hell wasn't going to make anything easy on her, causing some of the oatmeal dripped down his chin and onto his chest and jeans.

When she managed to get about half the bowl into him she put the spoon down. "That will have to do." She moved the napkin and brought up a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

"What is that?" he eyed the needle skeptically.

"It's just a sedative, can't have you attracting attention while I'm at work." She moved next to him and cleaned off a patch of his arm before giving him the sedative. "There we go. Let's just give it a few minutes to make sure I got the dosage right." she patted his cheek.

Sam could feel the drug taking effect. His limbs were getting heavy and his mind was slowly being filled with cotton. "Dean's gonna find me. And when he does-"

"If he does, Sam, if." Millie corrected brushing his bangs out of his eyes and gripped his chin, getting face to face with him. Her smile was probably meant to be intimidating, like she knew something he didn't.

"When," Sam returned her smile. "He finds me, he's gonna kill you." Millie's smile dropped, replaced with a sneer.

"He's not going to find you, so whatever little string of hope you're clinging to, let it go now."

"He's going to shoot you right there in that thing you call a heart."

Growling she shoved his head back against the wall, not caring as she heard it crack. Sam moaned as warm blood trickled down his neck. "Don't anger me Sam, I don't have a lot of patience." Sam closed his eyes. His head was getting heavier, either due to the drug or his hit to the wall, he wasn't sure. He felt Millie wipe the oatmeal from his chest, wincing as her nails dug into his skin.

"I have to go to work now. I'll be home close to the time that you come back around." She patted his cheek as she stood and went back up the stairs. "See you later Sam." She locked the door behind her, leaving Sam alone with the soft sounds of his breaths.

"Come on Dean where are you?" Sam whispered as the pounding in his head won and he slumped against the chains.

Millie leaned against the locked door of the basement and took a deep breath. Sam was different than she had imagined, strong willed, confident, and had so much faith in his brother she wondered if they had a dependent streak for each other. The look in his eyes when he said that Dean was going to kill her scared her to death, because Sam had no doubt that's how Dean was going to react. Millie rubbed her eyes before picking up her purse and keys.

She was doing this for Dean, for both of them. They could have been happy together, gone on a few dates and then gotten married. She hadn't even minded that he had a brother, at least until she realized Dean wasn't interested in staying in Palo Alto for her, he was staying there for Sam. She had ruined her chances with him the moment she suggested that he forget about Sam and may have taken it too far when she followed through on the suggestion. She wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. This time, she wasn't going to kill Sam, she was going to break him. She smiled as she pushed herself off the door and into the kitchen.

Grabbing her purse from the counter she dug out her keys, the sound of her unopened pill bottles filling the room. She hadn't taken her pills since after Dean left, in fact she had stopped seeing the doctor altogether about a year after. She was still smiling as she locked her door and came face to face with her neighbor, Cy Fisher.

Cy was a tall man, not as tall as Sam but still tall. His black hair was sweaty and hung in his face, covering his brown eyes. The strong odor coming from him combined with the sweat stains led her to assume he had already been on his morning run. He smiled warmly down at her causing his hair to block his eyes even more. "How's your cousin doing, Mil?"

"Oh he's fine now, just resting, the idiot, getting so drunk he goes home with a complete stranger?" She gave a small laugh as she opened her car door, setting her stuff down in the passenger seat.

She had asked Cy to help her move Sam to her house, knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to move the giant on her own. She had actually considered letting Cy in on the plan, knowing he would support her but Stella, her friend who works in the hospital, had talked her out of it.

"Do you want me to check on him later while you're at work? I know hangovers can be a wild ride, and the way he was drinking he's going to be in hell for a few hours." Millie got in but left the door open as she turned to him with a smile.

"Nah, he'll be fine, although if you hear any yelling, call me. He gets really confused after drinking." She wasn't actually sure how long the drug would last and hoped she'd be home before they wore off.

"Okay, well you're going to be late for work. I'll see you this afternoon okay?" He shut the door and turned away towards his house to what she hoped was a shower.

"This afternoon?" What plans had she made with him today?

"Yeah, You, me, Tyler and Stella, the arcade later? That ringing any bells?"

She slapped a hand to her forehead. "Of course! How could I forget! It's game night!" She smiled. She had made many friends in this town but Cy, Stella, and Tyler were her closest friends. They had started their tradition her second month here after they all accidentally happened to be at the Westly Arcade Center the same night.

"So see you tonight?" He asked again a small glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Definitely, I wouldn't miss it for the world." With that she pulled out of her driveway and left him smiling on his doorstep.

Work was slow that day. An older couple had stopped in for directions, a few teens got some soda's, plus about twenty people bought gas. She got off early that day, but not for the arcade, no she had something better in mind. The town's main street flew by as she drove, letting the wind blow through her hair with her open window. Her smile grew larger as she turned into the motels parking lot, carefully avoiding the office window and parking three spaces down from the shiny black chevy impala. Millie had to try hard not to skip as she pulled room number seven's keys out of her pocket. She unlocked the door and opened it slowly, savoring the moment as the fading afternoon light slowly lit up the room.

Her attention was immediately drawn to the unconscious man lying on the bed closest to the door, as the sun revealed his face first. His short blonde hair was spiked, one hand under his pillow, a small line of drool fell from his open mouth. Moving down, she noticed his other arm draped across his chest over his plaid shirt.

"Awe, Dean, you still have your boots on." she shut the door silently as if she was worried the noise might disturb him. "That can't be comfortable." she laughed to herself lying down on the bed next to Dean. "Let's see what do we have under the pillow shall we?"

Sliding her hand under his head, she found the object and pulled it out revealing a very sharp and very clean knife. "Well what do we have here? Why on earth would you need to sleep with this under your pillow?" she caressed his cheek with the knife. "Was it those things that hide in the dark that you told me about?"

Placing the knife on the table she rearranged them both to where she was across his chest, one of Dean's arms wrapped around her. She nuzzled her nose into his neck and traced a nail along his bicep.

"You're even hotter up close." she murmured. She rose and fell with his breathing, every once and a while she caressed his cheek or ran a hand through his hair. "You should know, I'm doing this for us."

"Sam, he'll get used to it, and then you won't have to worry about him anymore." Dean twitched at the mention of his brother, causing Millie to stop her ministrations for fear that the drug was wearing off. "As long as he stays in the house, he'll be safe."

Dean's face contorted as if he could hear her and disagreed with her assessment of Sam's safety even in his sleep. She spared a glance to her purse where the extra syringe was hidden wondering if she needed it. "Anyway he's in my basement right now, I'm taking good care of him, getting him all trained up." Dean's reactions were starting to freak her out. There's no way he can hear me, the drugs are definitely still working, still Millie extracted herself from Dean his arms flopping uselessly to the bed. "Well, I've got to go. I have this get together thing I forgot about. I'll be back tomorrow." Kissing his forehead she left making sure to lock the door and not be seen as she left.

"Wakey wakey sleepy head," the sweet voice was contradicted by a harsh slap to the face, jolting Sam awake. Millie was kneeling in front of him, her face uncomfortably close to his. "There you are, I was beginning to think I had the dosage too high." Smiling, she sat down in a heavy looking wooden chair that would definitely scratch along the concrete floor and Sam swore it wasn't there earlier. How did I sleep through that? He stayed silent and just glared at her. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Sam had nothing to do anyway, Millie's smile fell as she squirmed a bit under the dark look. She turned away and Sam almost laughed, she obviously had never had a hostage before, first hint was that she hadn't checked his pockets as he could still feel the weight of his phone and his lock pick, second was that she was sitting there with him, probably hoping to have a conversation about something. Slowly he tried to reach his phone without her noticing.

"I bet you want to know why you're here." Millie's voice shook with the question, giving away her nerves. Sam stayed silent knowing that she wanted to tell him. He had almost wrapped his hands around his phone before her voice broke the silence. "Come on not even a little?" Her tone turned silky and she slid out of the chair to her knees. Disgusted shock ran through him as her cold fingers pressed against his chest then sliding her right hand up to his neck, thumb resting on his throat.

"Get off me." Sam glared at her while his fingers finally wrapped around his phone. She laughed and pressed her thumb against his throat, closing his windpipe and forcing him to tilt his chin up to breathe. He winced as the chain pulled against his skin. Milllie was basically draped on him, her face right next to his head so that he could feel her breath against his ear.

"Be careful Sam, you're running out of rope here." she whispered, sliding her other hand down his chest to his waist, the touch sending shivers through his body.

"Dean's… going to… kill… you." He wheezed out. Millie tensed her hand tightening even more to the point that Sam's chin was as far back as it could go with the wall behind him, but still leaving him wheezing.

"No, Dean's going to thank me." She pushed her nose into his hair and breathed deeply. He finally got the phone open when his ringtone filled the room. Millie jerked before slowly moving her hand from his waist to behind him and prying the phone from his hands. She held it up letting him see the ID. Bobby. If he could get a message to the older hunter, then he could pass it along to Dean.

"Who's this? A friend?" She answered the phone and put it on speaker.

"Sam! You idjit why haven't you been answering? I've been calling you and Dean all day! You could've at least told me you were stopping for the night!" Bobby's yells filled the room and Millie smiled at the old man's outburst.

"I don't think they were planning on staying the night." there was a silence on the other end of the phone as the older hunter registered that her voice was not the one he was expecting.

"Who the hell are you?" Sam could almost see the older man stiffen his shoulders.

"I'm the one," she smiled at Sam, her eyes full of fire, " who decides if Sam here is going to live or die, and who are you?"

"One of the men who's going to kill you if you hurt him." Millie's smile faltered a little with the threat before being replaced with anger.

"You mean like this?" She held the phone up to Sam's mouth, the sound of his ragged breathing the only thing that could be heard for a few seconds. "Sorry, maybe I should lighten my grip, he's turning a little purple."

"You bitch! I'll-"

"Listen here. You call him again and I'll let you listen as I choke the life out of him." She hung up, cutting off the older man's reply before turning her attention back to Sam. He tried to keep eye contact as she slipped the phone into her pocket. "And as for you," she snarled her eyes alight with fury as she tightened her hand to the point that Sam was seeing spots, "You try to escape again, and I'll do more than just take your breath away." She pulled her hand away and Sam's head dropped leaving him gasping for breath. She seemed to take a deep breath to calm herself down before delicate fingers raised his chin to look her in the eyes. "Do you understand?" Her voice wavered with barely controlled anger trying to appear caring.

"Yeah, I understand," he gave her a weak smile. "bitch."

She looked shocked for a second at his insult before her features hardened. "You ungrateful little shit!" The slap to the cheek was unexpected and he felt his other cheek split against the wall behind him as his head was snapped to the side. By the time he had come to his senses, Millie had stormed up the stairs and into what must've been the rest of the house. He thought about the phone hidden in Millie's pocket, knowing he'd never get it back. He wasn't able to contact Dean like he had hoped, but he knew Bobby would tell his brother and he'd be out of here soon. Sam sighed. He knew he wasn't going to make it out of this without help.

The click of Millie's shoes brought him out of his thoughts and he saw the needle in her hand.

"Don't I need food before you give me that?" Sam asked innocently, hoping to stall the sedative.

"Only every twenty four hours at least." Kneeling she repeated the process from that morning. Noticing the blood dripping down his face she pulled it to the side to face her, ignoring the wince Sam gave from the pull of the chains. "It doesn't look too bad, although I'll still have my friend check it when she comes over tomorrow."

"Friend?" Sam hoped whoever this friend was that maybe she would be more sane than Millie, maybe even be willing to help him.

"Oh she's a doctor, I want her to check on you and Dean, make sure you two are doing okay with the drugs."

"Us two? You mean you're drugging Dean?" His eyes were getting heavier, his worry over his brother the only thing keeping him from unconsciousness.

"Of course! I can't take him off the drugs till after I've fixed you!" she patted his injured cheek, smirking at his wince, before heading up the stairs. Sam tried to follow her, however his head had other plans and dropped forward as much as possible given the chain, choking him slightly.

"Fix me?" The words were weak. Millie didn't hear him as she slammed the door. What was wrong with him that he needed fixing? And what about Dean? With him being drugged, he wasn't going to be able to rush in and save Sam like he normally would. No, Sam was going to have to save himself. He gave a weak laugh that was more of a wheeze. I am so screwed.

He felt a tear slide down his cheek as the blackness finally pulled him under.

Guest(K): I don't know if I mention why they aren't broken... I'll go back and explain if I don't in later chapters (as long as I don't forget)

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