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For those who skipped it, the chapter 4 was about the two weeks that Millie had Sam and explains Sam's mental state for this chapter.

There is some non consensual kissing at the beginning of this chapter. I have seen some fics where they give out warnings for it so I thought it would be a good idea to give people a heads up.

The warm feeling of lips against his own brought Dean back to awareness. Before his mind caught up with him he returned the kiss, opening his mouth to allow a persistent tongue access. He moaned at the feeling of hands on his chest and lifted his hand to hold the body closer to him. Or at least he tried to. The cold sting of metal pulled on his wrists keeping them underneath him. What the hell? Dean tried to remember if he had found some kinky girl that would explain the cuffs, but his thoughts were foggy. He grunted as he opened his eyes to see a blurry blonde leaning over him. Slowly the blonde pulled away, her teeth tugging on his bottom lip. As her face came in to focus so did the memories of last night.

"Morning Dean." The blonde chuckled as she traced circles on his bare chest.

"Wha-" his tongue felt as if it was made of rubber..

"Don't worry, the confusion will pass soon." She murmured and leaned over, latching her mouth to his neck. Dean turned his head in an attempt to pull away.

Glancing around the room, Dean saw the heater (which did not look broken to him) a metal pole in the middle of the room with multiple hooks at different heights. There was a chair near the stairs and on it was an empty plate. Moving away from the stairs he saw multiple chains hanging from different places on the walls. Seriously what was with the chains? Then his eyes passed over a shape near the heater and he growled.

Kneeling against the wall furthest from him, was Sam. One chain around his neck and one on his waist kept him secured but also displayed his chest. His bare chest covered in new wounds, some still bleeding or bright red. His little brother's head was down so his shaggy hair hung loosely, blocking his face from view.

His memories of the past few days flooded his mind.

"Sammy." The blonde's teeth sunk into his flesh drawing out a surprised yelp. She pulled back again, using a hand to force Dean's face back to her. "Get the hell off me!" He seethed at her. "What did you do to him?" The hunter took a large amount of gratification at the way the woman flinched from his anger.

"That's no way to thank someone for a gift, Dean." Millie scolded. Dean scowled at her. "After all, it took a lot of hard work to get it ready for you." Caressing his cheek she pushed his head back to look at Sam. Realization swept over Dean.

"What. Did. You. Do. To. Him." he ground out through gritted teeth. He was sure his whole body was shaking with rage. He knew full well that his brother was awake, he was that in tune with his breathing, yet Sam showed no sign of life.

"I trained him." the glare intensified. "Don't worry, I made sure to keep him in shape for you."

Dean stared at the kid. Sure he still had some muscle, but he was basically skin and bone. Sam's form seemed to curl even further inward at her words. "I taught him to be more compliant. I thought it'd be easier for you to keep him safe, no talking back, no incessant questions, no disobedience. The absolutely perfect soldier for you." Millie sounded as if that was the greatest gift to mankind.

I'm not a perfect little soldier like Dean. He cringed. Hearing that Millie had turned his little brother, his Sammy, into the soldier his dad always wanted filled his chest with lead. During Sam's years at college, Dean had realized that he had missed his little brother's inquisitive nature, his mocking faces behind dad's back. With Sam gone Dean had discovered just how much of a soldier his dad had made him. And he was glad that Sam was able to leave the life, to still maintain his always questioning nature.

"You bitch." Although whispered, his voice sliced through the room. "I'm going to kill you." He met her gaze. "I am going to rip out your fucking heart, and I am going to watch you burn." Millie looked stunned for a minute, before her face contorted in rage.

"How dare you!" She shrieked. "How dare you threaten me! I did this for you, I risked all of this for you!" in her fury she had begun unbuckling his belt and Dean freaked.

"Whoa wait a minu-"

"NO I WILL NOT WAIT A MINUTE!" Millie screamed at him, slipping the belt free. She stood up, albeit rather clumsily in her rage. "I've spent the last three years planning for your return, thinking on how I can get you to stay so you'll recognize how perfect we are together! I even took into consideration how protective you are of your brother, and fixed him so that-

"Fix him? You fucking broke him!" Dean struggled to stand up without the use of his hands, but he refused to yell from the floor. "I told you that I wasn't looking for a relationship, just someone to spend the night with."

"You don't understand Dean! You were perfect, are perfect, for me!" she stomped towards him pushing him back against the wall.

"No I'm not. I don't want to be with you. I want to be on the road with my brother miles away from you." he barely registered the look of rage on her face before it was replaced by hurt.

"You and your brother?" her grip on the belt loosened till it slipped to the floor. "What have I done?" She whispered, glancing up at him with teary eyes. "Oh my god I'm so sorry Dean!" she rushed forward, throwing her hands around his neck and pressing him against the wall. Confused but slightly relieved at her change of heart, he waited till the sobs ended.

"Look Millie you made a mistake, it's not too late to fix it." Well no when I get out of here I'm dumping your crazy ass at a mental asylum, but that's more forgiving then a morgue. "Just uncuff me and Sam and we'll leave." He said sparing a glance at his brother. His brother who hasn't moved since Dean had woken up. Yeah he might be rethinking the morgue idea.

The blonde's shoulders were shaking with laughter… Wait, laughter? Wasn't she sobbing? "Millie?"

Hands were at his throat, wrapping a chain around it and securing it to the wall. "I'm so sorry I didn't see it before." Wiping the tears from her eyes, she picked up the belt, and started for Sam. "You're not the one keeping us apart." she reached Sam and pulled on his hair, startling a whimper from the kneeling figure and a gasp from his older brother. "Samuel is."

Dean stared in horror at his brother's face. His lip was split in several places, and along with a few cuts on his cheek and brows, were still bleeding. Dried blood covered the left side of his cheek from an injury hidden by his hair. Around his cheek and eyes were colorful bruises although they were probably older as they weren't as swollen. There were bruises on his neck as well from the chain. What shocked Dean the most were the younger man's eyes. Even though his head was forced up, his eyes remained down cast and vacant. As if Sam had resigned himself to Millie's control.

Millie unlocked the chain from the wall while keeping it around his neck before yanking him up, and tugging him after her, despite Dean's threats of dismemberment. She stopped in front of Dean and forced Sam in front of her and choked him down to his knees.

"Sammy." Dean tried for his brother's attention, but the shaggy head stubbornly remained focused on the floor. "Come on man look at me." he pleaded. "Please Sammy."

"Listen to your brother Samuel, it's not nice to ignore people." Millie smirked and tugged a bit on the metal collar so that it bit into his skin. Slowly Sam looked up. Dean smiled for him, and saw the smallest glimmer of hope cross Sam's face as a brief smile before Millie tugged him backwards, causing him to choke on the unforgiving metal.

"You bitch!" Dean screamed as he watched helplessly as Sam tried to find purchase in order to breath again. "Stop it! Let him go! He needs to breathe!" Dean almost choked himself trying to get to his little brother who was slowly turning purple. He spared a glance to Millie to see a satisfied smirk on her face. "Millie please!" Frantic eyes turned back to his struggling brother, "Sammy!" he yelled in desperation, wide hazel eyes connecting with his own, his mouth silently mouthing "Dean". Just as Sam's lips turned blue Millie released her hold on the chain allowing Sam to fall to the ground panting.

"Pathetic." She stepped over the fallen Winchester to Dean and caressed his cheek with the belt. He was aware he was crying until Millie licked his tears away, his eyes still focused on his baby brother. His baby brother who could've died and Dean couldn't have done anything to save him."Oh come on Dean, don't beat yourself up about it, I wouldn't have killed him." She chided bending over to force Sam back to his feet, Dean saw his body trembling with the exertion. She led him to the pole and uncuffed one hand and told him to recuff himself to the hook above his head. Dean watched in horror as his little brother did so without any attempt at escape. When she stepped away, Dean could see the absolute mess Sam's back was. Shredded skin from his neck to his waist and some disappearing below his belt where dried blood caked the back of his jeans.

"At least not until after his punishment." Dean was starting to question everything his dad told him about human's cause that grin was pure evil. It grew wider as she raised her arm only to bring it down hard onto Sam's already tortured back. The whimper of pain was immediate. Dean's stomach dropped.

"Why does he need punishment? He didn't do anything wrong!" He was cut off by two vicious blows and Sam's cry of pain. "I was the one who yelled, punish me instead!" Dean yelled his voice hoarse.

"Oh Dean," She turned to him with a gleam in her eyes that confirmed his earlier theory that there's no way this woman was human as her grin grew even wider. "I already am."

Thirty seven. Millie whipped Sam thirty seven times. Dean had to suffer through watching the she-devil reduce his brother to a sobbing mess for however long it took for thirty seven lashes. When she had finished she had turned Sam around to where his back was pressed against the cool metal. Dean growled even though the woman was long gone by now. Sam had passed out about half an hour ago after Dean had spent two hours trying to comfort him verbally. He glanced down again to glare at the belt Millie had returned to him. It was caked in his little brother's dried blood and he was stuck with it. Dean was so going to burn the belt when they got out of this.

When they got out of this. Yeah, that wasn't looking too could get rid of the cuffs no problem, one dislocated thumb and boom he's free! What he could not get out of was the chain around his neck. So there was no reason to dislocate anything since it would just leave him in pain. But maybe it was worth it. If Sammy was suffering shouldn't he suffer too?

A soft groan pulled him back to the present as Sam's eyelids fluttered open. He looked so young with his hair falling in his face, framing his hazel orbs. Dean really wished that he could go over there and scoop his little brother into a hug and make everything better.

"Hey Sammy," Dean tried to get his little brother's attention, which turned out to be a big mistake. Sam tensed instantly and tried to move away from his voice which only pushed his abused back against the pole. Sam hissed in pain before carefully drawing away from the offending object. "Hey I'm not gonna hurt you little brother." Dean spoke softly, hoping not to startle Sam again. He didn't look up but he didn't shrink away so Dean counted that as a win.

"Alright Sammy, could you look at me?" He didn't want to phrase it as a command, he wasn't sure his stomach could take it, but he needed to see what was going on in his head and one sure way was through his eyes. Eyes that were so expressive that Dean could tell what Sam was going to say before he said it. Looking at them now, Dean was lost because his eyes were completely empty. It was as if Sammy had gone into hiding. Which Dean couldn't blame him but it still hurt to see.

"Are you good?" Dumb question, the kids missing a good chunk of his back, he sure as hell isn't good. But that wasn't why Dean was asking. He hadn't heard his brother say anything and if it had worried him three hours ago, it freaking terrified him now. His little brother stayed silent.

"Come on dude talk to me, this silent treatment is giving me the creeps." Sam's eyes lit up in recognition.

"De?" the voice was barely above a whisper, yet it was the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. Dean felt a tear leak from his eyes but he didn't care.

"Yeah, Sammy. I'm here now." He saw small bits of Sam return to his eyes, the parts he missed, the love and hope that was just so Sam. But with them came the complete and utter fear that filled his face. "Talk to me Sammy, what do you remember?" Sam had been here for two weeks, hopefully he knew of some way to get out.

"I remember Miss' rules." Sam's quiet voice replied. He seemed to weigh his options on if he would get in trouble before he added. "And I remember you."

"Of course you'd remember me, you've known me your entire life." Dean had a sinking suspicion on what the words meant though.

"Only you." His cheeks turned pink with shame at the even quieter confession. Dean's mouth dropped in shock. Only me?

"Oh." What the hell did that bitch do to him? "Alright… what about the rules, do you remember all of them?" all he received was a quiet nod. He probably had them beaten into him he seethed silently. Or at least he thought it was silent until Sam nodded and ducked his head.

"Oh god Sammy I'm sorry." While he didn't respond, he did raise his head to look at him, where his eyes said it all.

It's not your fault.

Well yeah it was Sam, cause I'm the one the crazy bitch wanted in the first place.

The door to the top of the stairs slammed open and Sam dropped his head again. Millie was smiling, as she practically skipped over to Dean, a white shirt in hand. "Hello Dean." her voice was way too cheery for him. He growled in response. she pursed her lips at him. "Well that's not very nice Dean. However you haven't been here that long." She ran a nail down his cheek before gripping his chin. "But you will learn." Glare. "You can cooperate, or I punish Samuel. Your choice." Dean held the glare a moment longer before dropping his gaze. "Good boy."

"I want you to join me for dinner. But before I release you, you should know that Samuel's treatment depends on your behavior." Dean opened his mouth to argue instinctively, but shut it quickly. "Do you understand?" He nodded. "Yes Miss."

"Yes Miss." The words felt wrong on his tongue.

"Good. You'll need to put the shirt on before you eat, I don't want to see your chest as I eat." Again his instincts wanted to reply sarcastically or even flirt but he clamped his mouth shut in time. Millie released the collar from the wall but kept it around his neck before unlocking the cuffs on his wrists. "here." the shirt was thrust into his hands and he put it on quickly.

Millie grabbed the front of the collar and tugged him towards the stairs. Dean could think of plenty of way to escape right now, but he couldn't risk failure. He couldn't let Sam suffer because of him.

Upstairs the table was set with food already served and Dean's stomach rumbled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since last night. Dean was shoved in front of her and he couldn't hide his look of anger as she force him into his seat. She picks up a knife and brandishes it in front of her till she sits down, as if she didn't know that Dean could disarm her in seconds. Still he didn't move from his seat.

Looking down he saw a bowl of soup in front of him and a plastic spoon. She wasn't taking any chances. He gave a small chuckle before lifting some soup to his mouth.

"What's so funny?" She said it politely though Dean could tell the underlying threat.

He swallowed. "The soup. You weren't taking any chances with me. Not that you need to worry, you already have the most compelling bargaining chip." He shot a glance to the basement door. His answer must have been okay cause Millie didn't pick up on his dig.

"Yes it seems that I do." Dean wanted to know where this proper grammar was coming from. Maybe it helped her feel more in control? "Are you aware of why I am doing this?"

"Can't say that I do, care to share?" He smirked a bit at his rhyme. It wasn't his best but given the situation he was gonna take what he could get.

"Because I'm lonely." She sighed as she took a sip of the soup. "I met you and you seemed so cool, so sure of yourself, that you didn't need anybody but yourself to make you happy. I got to know you and realize that it was just an act." she reached across the table and placed a hand over his. "I realized you did need someone and I was determined to be that person."

"You're right I was lonely. Not because I wanted a girl, but because I needed my brother." Millie gave him a sad smile.

"I discovered that. So that's why I tried to kill him." Dean froze at her words. Barging into your baby brother's apartment and discovering a psycho bitch holding a knife to said brother's unconscious throat tended to stay in one's memory. "You did manage to stop me on that which was when I realized that you were almost too codependent on him." Dean tried to keep his calm. Remember Sammy.

"I am going to have to break you of that. It just wouldn't be practical to keep him around after marriage after all." the blonde calmly brought the spoon to her lips with more soup before spilling it as Dean jumped up from his chair, consequences forgotten.

"Married? You think I'm going to marry the girl who kidnapped and tortured my brother?" He yelled. "Well think again bitch cause it ain't gonna happen." Dean realized what he did a moment later as Millie lunged across the table for him. His reflexes allowed him to pull away enough to not get caught but the guilt was stopping him from doing more. As the woman stormed towards him he cowered away and backed into a wall, where he stood with wide eyes.

"How dare you!" Millie shouted as she back handed him. Dean tried to throw his arms up to block any further attacks, but she reached between them and yanked on his collar, jolting him up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too. Please, don't hurt Sam."

"I give you a nice warm meal and you insult me!" she screamed. Storming to the basement Dean tripped as he was pulled to follow having to haunch over as they went down the stairs. The door closed automatically behind him. He saw Sam wince at the harsh sound, he hadn't moved since they left.

Millie all but threw Dean at the wall, eliciting a grunt from the man as she reconnected his collar to the wall. She didn't even bother with the cuffs before turning her fury on Sam.

"Millie please!" Dean tried as she unhooked Sam from the pole, letting his arms drop in front of him and tugging him towards the heater. Both boys eyes widen in realization, and Sam starts struggling to pull away, his bare feet finding no purchase on the smooth floor.

"No!" Dean screamed as Sam's chest was pressed against the heater. The smell of burning flesh assaulted his nose as his little brother's screams filled the room. After fifteen seconds, Millie tore him away and threw him to the ground. Another cry escaped him as his back rubbed against the floor. Raising a foot she kicked Sam in the stomach, deaf to Dean's protests. Dean watched in horror as Sam curled in on himself trying to hide his stomach.

Out of breath, Millie looked down at Sam and sneered. Dean felt the tears cascading down his cheeks as he watched his brother forced back against the wall. Millie leaned forward a whispered something in Sam's ear before sending a glare Dean's way and storming back up the stairs.

The room was immediately bathed in darkness. He heard Sam's quiet crying and tried to comfort him but it proved useless and listened as the whimpers tapered off into sleep.

"I promise you Sammy, I will get us out of here." His voice was lost to the darkness.

*please help: I am trying to find a fic I read a while ago. It was Christmas time and Dean was spending it with a girl who wanted Dean to be hers so she kidnaps Sam and has him wrapped as a present in hopes that he'll suffocate. If you know of this fic please send me the title, I'd love to read it again!*

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