I won't be updating this frequently in the future, but I finished this chapter today and thought why not?

Same warnings from Chapter 1 apply.

Sam woke to complete darkness. He felt rough cloth against his face. It smelled of dirt and rotting flesh. Sam tried not to think about the possibilities for the previous contents of the bag. He wanted to move to relieve the aggressive aching in his limbs but found he was restrained. The soreness in his jaw made itself known as he choked on the foul-tasting rag in his mouth. He tried to listen to his surroundings but his pulse thrumming in his ears overpowered all other sounds. He could sense he was moving, and by the cramped quarters, he was probably in a trunk. He attempted to recall what happened, what had gotten him in this predicament. The coppery taste of blood brought his memories flooding in and shame flushed his cheeks. Attack. Demon blood. Capture.

He lurched forward as the vehicle came to a stop. He struggled to make out what the hushed voices outside were saying but his galloping heartbeat made it futile. The hinges on the door squealed open. He made a pitiful attempt for freedom but the two men just laughed. Tim yanked him up by the collar. They pushed his body to sitting but kept him in both the hand and ankle cuffs. Sam felt bodies press on either side of him as the car creaked down under their weight.

Sam could feel someone's breath on his ear. He could also smell the booze over the acrid stench of his makeshift hood. "Okay, Sammy," the way Sam stiffened at the nickname did not go unnoticed if the brief huff was any indication, "here's what's gonna happen. We're gonna go into this house, find those demonic bastards, and you're gonna kill every one of them with your freaky powers." Sam bristled and growled in defiance. "If you don't, we gut the girl nice and slow, then hand her over to the demons to use as a new meat suit. She's so pretty. I'm sure she'll be just what they're looking for." Sam's shoulders drooped. Fuck, they probably had Lindsey. He'd have to play along until he got a chance to free them both. He gulped then nodded his head in agreement.

"Aw, Sammy Winchester's got a soft spot for the girl, huh? Well, damn, this will be easier than I thought!"

"Up and at 'em, freak," Reggie baited as Sam was dragged up by the arms. He awkwardly shuffled forward in a vain attempt to keep up with the two hunters but his limited movement hindered their progress. Impatient to use their new toy, they decided dragging Sam would be the most efficient mode of getting him into the house. His knees knocked painfully against the cement stairs and he fought to suppress a whimper when something sharp gouged his shin. They quietly slid his body down and let him rest in a heap on the floor. He could hear several voices inside the house. Someone bent down and unlocked the handcuffs around his wrist.

"Go get the bitch in case he chickens out," Tim ordered. Sam heard faint footsteps scuffling away, the movement of fabric, and then Tim's voice uncomfortably close to him. "But you're not gonna do that, are you? You're gonna be a good little monster, aren't you?" Sam didn't answer. A swift kick to his gut elicited a yelp from Sam. The voices inside stopped. "Good job, you wuss. It's show time!"

Tim retreated to a safe distance and hid behind a bush in the yard. Sam slowly propped himself up and turned as the door opened. The demon inhaled deeply and grinned. "I smell your fear, you fucking pansies. Come out and fight like real men. Like, uh, what was it, Steve?"

"Don't you say his name, scum!" Tim shouted, poking out from his cover.

"Can't hear you, scaredy cat. Why don't you come a little closer?"

"I don't need to. You'll have your hands full soon enough." Tim nodded and the demon followed his gaze.

The demon looked down and noticed Sam for the first time. "Oh, what do we got here?" The demon grabbed the burlap sack off Sam's head, taking some of his hair with it. "Well if it isn't little Sammy Winchester!" the demon said gleefully, rubbing his hands together. "Thanks for the present!" he yelled in Tim's direction. Looking down at Sam, black eyes somehow glowing with delight, the demon sounded ecstatic. "Lemme tell ya, we are gonna have some fun! Boss says we can't kill ya, but doesn't mean we can't rough ya up a bit."

Realizing everything was on the line, Sam shifted his body and kicked the demon in the shins with both his feet. The demon cried out and Sam used the distraction to roll over and heave himself up. With a quick side glance, he caught Tim's greedy face and Lindsey's horror, Reggie holding a shiny blade up to her throat. The demon blood was pumping through him hot and fast, begging to be utilized. Over the recovering demon's shoulder, he saw three more were approaching. Sam knew using his abilities constituted his only chance for survival. Closing his eyes, he swallowed the self-loathing and fear threatening to choke him and dove inside himself, seeking out the demonic power thriving within him.

His psyche slipped down the frantic slopes of his mind, both dreading and relishing what would come next. A river of molten evil snaked its way through his soul, its fiery light eroding the sturdy canyons of his conscience. He had only a split second to contemplate the cruel glow before he was splashing into the malevolent lava in the valley of his being. A bittersweet pain inundated his mind and perversely, he enjoyed the complete abolition of any thought or feeling besides pain. Quicker than he liked, the sensation subsided and was replaced with a compression of warmth, like fire-melted marshmallow sealing around him. Settling into the peaceful, energizing feeling, he allowed the burning light to seep into him and fill his body.

Opening his eyes, he raised a hand toward the smirking demon and drew upon the pressure building inside him. A violent wind surged through him and out his fingertips, ensnaring the demon in his hold. He could feel thin rays of energy escaping his body and pinning the demon down, coiling around the dark mass that was once a soul, preventing its escape. The pressure grew within him and took on the substance of powerful waves crashing into his soul. He knew he had to succumb to the raging maelstrom if he was to pull the demon without killing the host, but a part of him always fought for dear life. Perhaps he was fighting for what good remained of his soul. How many times could he drown in the evil pulsing inside him before he failed to surface?

The demon laughed as Sam's hold withered due to his internal distractions. Shaking his head and refocusing, Sam took a deep breath and plunged (or was he dragged?) beneath the brilliant, writhing surface of his unique corruption. Tension blossomed in his head and he directed the force outwards, urging the power to obey his tenuous control. The swirling smoke began to condense out of the bright blue-white of the host's soul. Fighting its forced eviction, it rose slowly, eventually flowing out the man's mouth. The thin line of Sam's lips smirked ever so slightly as he directed the demon into the fiery pool of light at the human's feet, silencing its desperate screams for release.

As the last of the demon burned into the ground, he felt the ineffective thrust of demonic telekinesis sweep by him. He stepped over the unconscious body he had just saved and into the house. The three demons retreated but it was too late. Arm outstretched, he anchored them to the floor and began the extraction process. Three at once was pushing it, and he knew it, but he didn't see another way. Submerging himself further into the shining vortex, the pain returned and he felt blood start to trickle out of his nose as the pressure became too much to bear. He gripped their former souls and dragged them out, enjoying the simultaneous flickering of the embers as they died.

Feeling himself sink even deeper, he shook himself out of his trance. He clawed through the viscous energy enveloping him, towards the surface, towards what was still good in him. Breaking through, he floated on the now-calm river and welcomed the soothing embrace. Then he heard someone calling his name. Dean? he hoped. The voice sounded again and the disdain present told him it was not Dean. Shit. He was in danger. He scrambled out of the lava's comforting grasp and onto the rocky shore. He fought his way up the slope and reaching the top, he opened his eyes to alert awareness. Three bodies lay in front of him, stripped of their demonic invaders. He'd done that. How had he taken out three demons at once? He'd never done that before… Was it even safe for him to—

Sam collapsed to the ground, exhausted from his effort. He heard boots scuffling across the floor towards him. He strained to open his eyes and regretted it once he did. Tim was standing over him, his mouth in a tight smile. He raised his arm and something glinted in the light. In his post-exertion haze, Sam was slow to realize it was a gun. Words slowly trickled in.

"Damn if that demon wasn't telling the fucking truth!" Tim spat. "I'll assume everything else is true then. I would have liked to keep ya around as a demon hunting pet, but, can't have you fucking up the world more than you already have. See you in hell, freak."

A bright flash of light was all Sam registered before everything went dark.

Sam gasped awake and immediately felt himself being crushed under something heavy. He moved as much as he could to feel what was on top of him, but the cuffs were still on him. Something wet hit his face and as he struggled for air, a lone drop fell into his mouth. Blood. His shoulders pressed into something soft and he realized he was under a pile of bodies. Focusing his eyes, he recognized a face staring down at him as one of the meatsuits from the demons he had exorcized. Why kill them?! I saved them! Sam thought with anguish. He tried to extricate himself from the tangle of limbs but it was hopeless. He was at the bottom and there was no escaping. He continued his struggle for a few more minutes but the best he could do was make himself slightly more comfortable.

The vehicle came to a stop and the slamming of doors rattled the otherwise complete silence. Two sets of footsteps briskly walked away. He listened for any clues as to where his captors were or what they were doing, but everything was calm. About ten minutes passed when he heard the passenger door open and Tim gleefully say "Time to light 'em up!" and some things being moved around. Almost instantly he could hear Lindsey sobbing in the backseat and guilt surged over him. It was his fault she was in this situation. Had he picked any other bar, she would be fine. Grimacing with regret, he reminded himself of all the other people who had suffered just because they knew him. He wished, not for the first time in his life and probably not the last, that he'd never been born. He was a curse to all around him.

The trunk squeaked open again and bright morning light reached his eyes through the macabre knot of corpses above him. He could hear the crackle of flames nearby. As each body was lifted off his and added to the pyre, he debated if he found it fitting or ironic that he would die in a fire. But, wait, hadn't he already died? Concentrating, he remembered the gleam of Tim's gun and the flash and then nothing. Either Tim was a terrible shot or… Utter terror exploded from every cell as he realized Lucifer hadn't been lying: if he died, Lucifer would just bring him back. And now he was in the hands of a psycho hunter. The last body on top of him lifted and Sam begged his body to cooperate with his most convincing attempt to play dead. His best hope was to get thrown on the fire, die, and be resurrected once the crazy duo were far away. He prayed to whoever was listening that he could be so lucky.

The crunch of leaves and gravel underfoot grew louder and he prepared himself to hold his breath and become limp. The sound stopped and so did Sam's lungs. "Gonna take the cuffs off him?" Reggie asked, grabbing Sam's forearm and pulling it up.

"Eh, suppose I should, huh? Not worth wasting two good pairs on the freak." Sam heard Tim rustle in his pocket for the keys. The painful pinch of the cuffs soon released and Sam almost forgot to suppress his sigh of relief. Hands then gripped around his already chafed wrists and ankles and heaved him out of the trunk and onto the ground.

Someone bent down and grabbed a wrist, then paused. "Uh, Tim? You said you shot him in the head, right?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I don't see a bullet hole…"

"What?! That's impossible! I basically shot him point blank!" Hands enveloped his face and turned his head side to side. Fingers slid down to his neck in search of a pulse. Fuck. Can't hide that, Sam lamented. Finding the unexpected, the hand snapped back. "What the fuck? He's alive!"

"H-how?" Reggie asked, his doubt tempering his fear.

"Why don't we ask him?" With that, knuckles ground into Sam's sternum and he couldn't fight the surprised yelp that escaped his mouth. "Have you been awake this whole time, you fucker?" A forceful slap across his cheek made his eyes water and he looked up into Tim's angry red face. Tim crouched over him, his knees digging into Sam's abdomen and preventing him from drawing a deep breath. "How the hell are you alive?"

Sam shook his head weakly. "I—I don't know," he lied.

"Bullshit!" Tim spat and pressed his knees down harder. "Don't you fucking lie to me, you traitorous piece of trash."

"I'm not!" Sam cried.

Reggie shifted and put his boot on Sam's throat and drew his gun. Sam closed his eyes and braced himself. But the shot never came. "Willing to stake her life on it?" Reggie challenged. Sam looked and saw the gun trained on Lindsey.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you," he gasped, waving his hands in surrender. The foot came off and he coughed harshly, prompting Tim to shift his weight off his knees. "L-Lucifer came to me in a dream and told me that I'm his ve-vessel," Sam despised himself for stuttering; it revealed how truly afraid he was; "hi-his true vessel. He needs my body but I have to c-consent. I told him I wouldn't let that happen, I'd k-kill myself. He said he'd just bring me back. I g-guess he wasn't lying." Disgust, rage, and hate mixed in a slow turning kaleidoscope on the hunters' faces before Tim smiled maliciously.

"You know, I was just going to use you for revenge and smoke ya, but I'm thinking you'd be pretty handy to keep around, seeing as it's the apocalypse and all and you can't die." He looked up and smiled at his friend. "I think I'm gonna keep him, Reggie. We can get him a collar and a kennel and a nice chew toy filled with demon blood! Our own person demon-killing pet! You're ours now; Lucifer can go fuck himself." Tim was exuberant and it wrenched Sam's stomach.

Tim thrust the burlap bag back over his head and began kicking Sam mercilessly. Sam curled into a fetal position to protect himself, but it was of little use. Aching pain slithered around his entire body and paralyzed his joints. He couldn't even put up a fight as they manhandled Sam back into the trunk. They forced him to sit with his knees to his chest and linked the wrist and ankle cuffs together. They slammed the door closed and complete darkness swallowed him. The whole situation was too cruel. Not only had he been manipulated into using his powers to free Lucifer, now he was gonna be someone's slave because of them. A tear slipped down Sam's cheek as he wished for Dean, then remembered that Dean thought they were better off apart. He stifled a sob as he felt his resolve begin to crack. He was completely alone, trapped in a prison of his own making.

Hope the demon extraction wasn't too weird.

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