Hey Y'all! I am so sorry it has taken me this long to update. School got really busy along with sports so I just couldn't find the time.

I am on a new medication which is affecting my ability to write so I am very sorry if my chapters don't seem as good. I had some free time today so I decided to finish this chapter that I already had started, but just couldn't finish.

I don't believe I mentioned it and sorry that I forgot But the characters (except for Millie and Cy) belong to Supernatural, meaning they are not mine. [Although I wish they were].

Sam moaned as he woke up, his muscles were stiff and he could vaguely remember feeling his skin burning when he was pressed against the heater. He couldn't remember what he did to deserve the burn, but he did know that Miss was really mad. He was terrified when she stormed down the stairs, worried he had somehow messed up despite not being able to move. He vaguely remembered another man with her. He was important somehow. Something tugged at the memory of the man, yet he couldn't reach it. A moan startled him into snapping his eyes open only to close them from the bright light.

Blinking his eyes into focus, a man dressed in jeans with a familiar leather jacket and blond hair was chained by the neck on the wall opposite of him. As his eyes adjusted, Sam could make out the small metal amulet resting on the man's chest.

De.

"De." he called as loud as he dared, meaning it was just above a whisper. The older man groaned and rolled his head on his shoulders, wincing at the feeling of metal on his skin.

"Ugh, Sammy?" Green eyes sought out hazel, taken slightly aback by the way too happy grin on Sam's face. "Are you good?"

"De." Sam repeated, as if the word spoke everything in the world, which to Sam it did. De seemed to understand and his worried expression shifted to an easy grin.

"I'm here dude. And I'm not gonna leave you." He lifted his hand to the chain around his neck, trying to locate the lock. "Bobby's here, he's going to help get us out."

"Who's Bobby?" He asked sheepishly. He figured De had to know this man well for the amount of trust Sam heard when he mentioned the man's name. Could he be their dad?

De's face looked stricken, but he shouldn't be surprised, Sam told him yesterday that De was the only thing he remembered clearly, why should he know who Bobby was? Yet the name was familiar. "He's our unc-close family friend. We were supposed to see him before you got taken." De was studying him now. "You really don't remember anything?"

"Not clearly. There's two men, one who yells," De grimaced, "and one who gives books. And a black car." he shook his head with a small smile. "You were the only person I remember who had a name." De dropped his head, letting the words sink in. After a few moments he looked up, his face almost desperate and terrified. Sam was pretty sure that even if he could remember everything, he would never have seen such raw fear on De's face.

"You remember I'm your brother right?"

"What?" Sam asked, surprised. How could he ever forget his brother? Sure he might forget everyone else, but they weren't as important. They weren't De.

De continued, "You remember I'm your brother? Cause you said you remembered me but you also can't name Dad or Bobby." De was searching his face for something although Sam wasn't sure what.

"Yes." His barely audible voice carried in the silence. "I remember that you're my brother." He clarified. De's face relaxed and he released a breath that neither brother knew he had been holding.

"Good, that's good." he moved his hands to the chain around his neck. "So do you know why you can't remember anything? I mean I heard trauma can have effects on a person's memories but I don't think two weeks is long enough for that."

"Miss gave me drugs." Sam stated calmly. For the first week he had been given some sort of specialty drug as a test subject for her friend. The doctor was experimenting with a drug that affected the long term memory for some reason. Neither Miss nor the doctor bothered to tell him what it was. "Said she didn't want me to remember my past. It would help me behave if I forgot."

"Oh." A tense silence filled the room. Sam watched as De moved his hands, not sure he even knew he was doing it. He was rubbing his ring, messing with his bracelet, sometimes he would grip the amulet around his neck.

"This was because of Mister, Samuel." The words Miss had whispered in his ear after burning him rang through his mind in the quiet. They had confused him last night, she hadn't talked to anyone but De, or at least he thought she hadn't. Of course they had both gone upstairs for a bit. Maybe she had gotten a phone call? No, he can hear the phones in the house, the basement while good at keeping sound in, was not good at keeping sound out.

So how could Mister have told Miss that he needed a punishment. What could he have done wrong anyway to earn a punishment. Earlier he had earned one from something De did (not that he blamed De) so maybe Mister wanted to give him a separate punishment. Maybe De accidentally ticked him off.

"Hey Sammy, you with me?" De's voice startled him out of his thoughts. Had he been trying to get Sam's attention? He nodded. "Good, you spaced out on me for a second." De eyed him to make sure he was actually paying attention before continuing, "I was asking if she ever lets you out of the chains."

"Yeah for chores. They have to be done before Miss gets back from work."

"She leaves you alone and unchained and you haven't run?" De's voice held some hidden anger, something that Sam picked up on, so Sam ducked his head. Miss was never as angry if he showed that he was sorry, or being submissive, he wasn't sure which one she perceived it as.

"Miss has friends. They checked to see if I was working and would report it back to Miss if I wasn't." Sam didn't mention the time he had tried, and the guy next door, Cy, had basically tackled him to the ground before dragging him back, although he kept scolding Sam for trying to go get more alcohol. He figured it was part of Miss's explanation for wanting him to stay in the house. But when Miss found out it had been one of her worst nights, where she heard the news while she had been drinking. It was one of her "Special Nights" as she called them.

"Think you can work near a window in the front today? Bobby should be driving around looking for us, he could spot you." Sam felt a small pang of joy at the fact that they could get out of here and he would never have to see Miss again. And he wouldn't get in trouble for working in the front rooms. As long as he had chores in there. If not then he was supposed to avoid them.

"Yes." the boys lapsed into silence both lost to their thoughts. Sam went back to wondering who Mister was. He had originally thought that it might've been Cy, but he didn't seem aware of his harsh treatment when he found the bruises on his wrists. It could be Miss's boyfriend that she sometimes rants about when she's drunk.

"Why do you call me De?" Sam raised his head to look at his brother. Or well his brother's chest cause he wasn't supposed to look people in the eyes.

"That's your name." Sam was sure it was, it was the only name he had in his head, and it felt so right when he called him that. De's face seemed shadowed with longing, and looked at Sam as though he was remembering someone else.

"Well it's one of them, or at least it was when we were kids. My names Dean."

"Oh. " Sam wondered why Dean would be so sullen at the name then if he used to use it anyway. "Would you rather me call you Dean then?" the question shook Dean out of whatever he was thinking about.

"No, De is fine. I was just wondering why you would remember that name. But I think I get it." Sam waited for him to continue, which he did after a breath. "In your teens you started to become more independent, trying to grow up a little fast. You wouldn't let me call you Sammy anymore and started using my full name. But whenever you got hurt or scared you would call me De. I guess in this whole mess," he gestured around the room, "You got scared and went with something that gave you comfort."

Sam was about to respond when the door opened and a "Morning boys!" filled the room. He really wished that Miss wasn't so cheery in the mornings, it just made her seem even more crazy and it was just too early for him, especially since he wasn't granted any coffee. He briefly wondered if De needed any. "How'd you sleep?" The question was aimed for De, so Sam stayed silent, not wanting a beating this early in the morning.

"Best sleep I've ever had. You should put out bnb ads, I'm sure there's a load of people who would want to share this experience." De's face was filled with a cocky grin. Sam almost snorted, and ducked his head even lower to hide his amusement.

"You think you're so funny, don't you Dean?" Miss asked, and Sam saw her feet approaching him from his ducked angle.

"I think I'm a grade A comedian." Sam couldn't quite hide his huff of laughter, although he tried to disguise it as a cough.

"I see." Sam felt her hand in his hair, her nails digging into the skin, before tugging his head up. He couldn't keep the wince off his face and saw De's clenched fists. "Samuel, did you find Dean's comment amusing?"

"No Miss." he was hoping that was the answer she wanted. She smiled and released her grip on his hair, instead she ran her fingers through it. The supposed relaxing touch cause him to tense.

"Hmm. So that sound you made wasn't a laugh then?" There was an edge to her words. He wasn't sure which answer would save him. He could tell the truth but what if she didn't like it? He knew the definite punishment for lying but he had gotten away with it before.

"I was laughing at his attempt at humor Miss." While not technically a lie, it wasn't the full truth. De was watching them, cautious of speaking while Sam was so close to the threat.

"You're right it wasn't his best work." She patted his head before moving over to De. "Is it too early for your smart quips?" She had tried to place her hand on his chest before seeing the eager light in his eyes and remembered that his hands were still free. "Oh I can't believe I forgot about that. I don't supposed you would let me cuff you would you?" She pushed out her bottom lip and pouted. Dean glared at her, still unsure if talking would warrant a punishment to Sam, but also unwilling to give up his only advantage. "I didn't think so." She moved back across the room to stand next to Sam and continued running her hand through his hair.

"Any way I wanted to remind you two to behave while I am at work. Samuel I'm not letting you out to do chores as I don't think Dean is adjusted yet." Both brothers were worried as that was how he was going to get Bobby's attention. "I'll be home in a few hours. I'm sure Sam can fill you in on how being home alone works." She patted Sam's head before starting back up the stairs. "You boys behave." And she shut the door. Sam could hear her footsteps as she walked through the kitchen and out the door, the house shaking slightly as she closed it.

"Damnit." Sam was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to hear the anger in his voice. After Millie had left his expression had darkened, as their only plan was out the window.

"De?" Even though he had learned that Dean was his full name, Sam thought that his earlier assessment was right. De filled him with a strong sense of protection, it had been the name that filled him with hope for the last two weeks, the name connecting him to a life outside of Miss and her house.

"Don't worry Sammy." He was pretty sure that Sammy was not the name he went by either but it was like a blanket of comfort so he wasn't going to protest. "Minor set back." The grin that came with the reassurance looked more like a grimace though. Sam figured a nod would be a good enough response, not knowing of any other way to respond.

The soft thump of heavy footsteps interrupted whatever Dean was about to say. "Does Millie normally come back this early?" Dean whispered. Sam shook his head and both men turned to the door at the top of the stairs as it was opened, revealing two burly men. "Bobby?" Dean still whispered, but in shock instead of fear.

"Dean? Sam?" A rough voice called and it was the man behind Bobby, one Sam didn't recognize. They were blocked by some shadowing at the top of the stairs since the light didn't reach.

"Dad?" Oh. So that's their father. But why did Dean seem even more surprised to hear that he's here than Bobby? The two men hurried down the stairs, their father racing towards Dean while Bobby raced to Sam. He immediately ducked his head.

Don't look him in the eyes.

"Hey Sam," Bobby kneeled and tried to get his attention. "You awake boy?"

"Yes sir." Sam's soft tone seemed to surprise the older man.

"Sir? You haven't called me sir since you were ten." He moved his hands towards Sam, probably trying to reach the chains, Sam tried to reason but he still flinched, trying to draw away even if it pressed his still open wounds against the wall. Bobby pulled away quickly as if his hands had been burned. Sam looked up through his bangs and saw the moment Bobby took in his injuries and immediately regretted the decision. "Damn that bitch!" He yelled causing the three other men in the room to jump. Dean and their father had been having a silent conversation on the other side of the room, mainly John chewing out his oldest when Bobby yelled. John spun around expecting the crazy woman to be there and instead saw Bobby glaring at his youngest son.

"Bobby what happened?" Sam was pretty sure he was the reason their father was angry and tried to keep his attention on Dean and not the older mens shouting.

"That bitch happened! When I get my hands on her she's -"

"Yeah? Well get in line." Dean retorted. He had managed to finish picking the lock on the chain and ran over to Sam. He pushed Bobby out of the way and set to work on the chains keeping Sam in place. "Hey Sammy. I'm not going to hurt you but I need to get these chains off, do you understand?"

"Yes." Dean didn't look convinced but accepted the lock pick from their father and began working on the chain around his neck.

John had been studying Sam since Bobby's outburst a few minutes earlier. "Sam I- are you- did she- is, are you okay?" the oldest Winchester winced at the question, fully accepting the dark look from Dean before he went back to the lock.

Sam could tell that the comforting part of this rescue was not going to come from his father, he could read the awkward stance the older man had and wondered how often he showed this emotion usually. He pretty sure it wasn't often. Damnit, why can't I remember?

Dean had freed the chain around his neck and pulled Sam away from the wall into a gentle but firm hug, one that Sam wished he could return. "Don't ever disappear on me again little brother you hear me?"

"Don't plan on it." he whispered even quieter than his new normal voice. "But uh, could you release the cuffs?" Dean pulled back quickly, scaring Sam into thinking he had done something wrong.

"Shit I forgot about those." He turned his attention to the cuffed wrists lying in Sam's lap.

"Sam, can you tell us what happened son? How'd she get you here?" John was trying to be kind and gentle but the hunter in him wanted to kill this bitch and it wasn't going to be patient forever.

"I uh don't remember."

"Speak up son, we need to be able to hear you." John scolded with a harsh "Dad!" from Dean.

Ashamed Sam tried to make his next statement louder. "I went to bed in the motel with Dean and woke up here." he cringed knowing his voice wasn't louder, but he had tried. Its like his throat just wouldn't let him.

"I need you to be louder Sam." there was growing impatience underneath his supposed to be comforting tone.

"He can't dad. The she-devil trained him to stay quiet." The cuffs released and Dean stood, helping Sam to his feet, not caring when the younger man stayed behind him like a shield."There's a lot of things she trained him to do, things that you're not gonna like." he gave John a look to keep his mouth shut. "But we can't fix any of that down here and personally I would never like to see this place again. What'd you think Sammy?"

He nodded. "Fine. But this isn't over." they started for the stairs, John then Bobby, after them Dean and Sam. At the top of the stairs however, a sickly sweet voice cooed.

"Now this is a surprise."

Originally this chapter was suposed to be a lot longer so I am really sorry. I have this entire story planned out and summarized so if it gets to a point where I can't write any more (please pray that it doesn't) then I will post those so y'all will at least get an ending.

Thank y'all for sticking with me and reading this! R&R