Powerless

Chapter Two

"Hey, little brother. Guess it's time we had some fun."

Even with the hood over his head and the drugs still coursing through his veins, helping to distort the sound, Sam Winchester would know the deep voice of his older brother even in his sleep. Currently, Dean's voice was even deeper, laced with a rougher tone that told the younger man whatever had been boiling between them since Dean's return from Hell had finally boiled over. He winced internally. It was much worse than Sam had ever thought.

There'd been plenty of fights, both verbal and physical, but Sam hadn't seen whatever the hell this was coming.

Ever since the angels forced Dean to torture Alastair, Sam feared for his brother. Dean had been on edge and drinking more, but the drive down to Louisiana had seemed fairly calm, almost like it used to be between them.

The night they arrived, Dean had been more tense as he'd dropped Sam off at the motel to go get food, but Sam blamed his damn cell phone going off despite telling Ruby to stop calling him. Struggling to still put the scattered pieces together of what had happened, Sam started as the touch returned, fingers sliding down his back. His stomach twisted at the realization that in a different set of circumstances, this would've been a dream. He spent far too many nights wishing to feel Dean's touch, but this wasn't the way he wanted it.

"Before you burn your too-big brain up overthinking what might be happening here, let me spell things out." Dean's tone was rougher, colder than usual when he spoke, and his voice was accompanied by cold metal trailing down the length of Sam's spine. There was a small flutter of hope in Sam's chest as he felt the ropes connecting his wrists and ankles loosening, but Dean quickly squashed that.

"First, I'm cutting your ankles loose. We both know you won't be running anywhere, and the drugs I've given you will make sure you won't kick me. Hell, you ain't gonna be doing a damn thing unless big brother tells you to," Dean went on coldly, using the ropes still binding Sam's wrists to jerk the confused, naked hunter to his knees. "Secondly, I'll remove the hood, if you're lucky maybe the gag, and I think you can use your imagination to picture what I'll be doing next."

Sam struggled to make words around the gag in his mouth, the only sounds that escaped were whimpers. He groaned as his brother's comment about drugging him registered, giving an answer as to why Sam's body felt so heavy.

Ever since he'd been old enough to fake his way into bars, Dean had drilled into him to watch his drink. There were plenty of drugs that could be used to knock him out or make him pliable for robbery or assault. Sam knew about those, had been on the wrong end of them once before, but this time he hadn't been at a bar... and he didn't understand where his brother would've gotten his hands on those kinds of drugs, much less the reason why.

Sam felt rough denim forcing his thighs apart, calloused fingers reaching down to grab Sam's limp cock and began jerking it. Sam's stomach twisted as hot lips locked over one rock hard pebble on his chest and he strained to pull away, to fight, to wake up from this hopeless nightmare.

"Hold still, boy!" snapped a rough voice that wasn't even close to Dean's, angry that Sam wasn't following the script. "You want this, don't you? You've wanted to feel my hands on you since you were how old, Sam? You want to feel me shove my cock in your ass, in your mouth? You want me to see how hardcore you've gotten since St. Louis, after you've been fucking that demon bitch while your precious big brother was rotting in hell!"

Fighting against the drugs that were keeping his body still, he tried to push back the building fear that was starting to choke him more than the gag in his mouth. There were too many images flashing of what he could feel happening to him and what he feared his brother was capable of. Dean was a changed man since his time in Hell, with all the buried rage he carried now after learning about Sam using his powers, his time with Ruby, and their exchanges during the Siren mess.

A low chuckle cut through his thoughts, the fingers working Sam's cock tightening with each jerk as if the man was trying to cause pain. He forced the hunter hard before slipping a ring of some kind around the base.

"You're not as hard as I would like, but it'll work for the moment," Dean remarked almost casually before giving the hood a swift yank. He smirked down at a rapidly blinking Sam. "Hey, little brother, have you figured it out? Or are you still a bit scrambled from the drugs and me slamming your head into that motel door?"

Sam hadn't expected the hood to be removed, the sudden burst of light from the two fluorescent lights hanging above him taking him off guard and he found himself blinking to clear the spots from in front of his eyes. A sudden wave of nausea hit him as his blurry vision slowly returned, but he was able to make out enough around him to realize he was in an old cellar of some kind.

Sam had known by the voice that he'd be looking at his older brother's rugged face. Dean's deep, green eyes were just as familiar as the smirk Sam knew so well. It was the look Dean used in bars or when mouthing off to their Dad, or defying the angels. Still, even knowing so, it shocked him.

Dean that knelt in front of him, casually holding the demon knife, and looking like Sam's brother right down to the rugged jaw, cocky smile, and hard green eyes. He had the cold as steel, dripping with anger voice, too, but that was where the similarities ended and Sam's concern grew.

The red shirt and blue jeans were too clean, too new looking, and not nearly wrinkled enough to have been shoved in a duffel, bouncing around the back of the Impala for a few weeks. The way he crouched down was wrong, off… less confident then Dean always was. Though the biggest tip off that this, whoever it was, was not his brother was the lack of Dean-staple jewelry. His chest was bare, no bronze amulet hanging over his shirt, and the silver ring Dean never removed was missing.

Over the years, the brothers had fought a variety of monsters, but there was only one that Sam knew of that could mimic a form well enough to fool even those closest to them. Absorbing a person's memories was a little trickier, but as Sam knew only too well, it could be done. It wasn't perfect, but it was damn close. Sam feared he knew what his captor was.

"I'll take the gag out, even if you scream for help? There's no one around here that could hear you or help you." The thing with Dean's face smirked, reaching up to jerk the gag out of Sam's mouth. "Speak, little hunter. Tell me what you've figured out."

"You're…" Sam's mouth was too dry to even work up a spit, his tongue was heavy and felt like cotton, but after a couple swallows he tried again. "You're… not my… brother," he got out, voice ragged and barely there from being gagged so long, slurred from the drugs.

"Oh, I can be! And truthfully, up until a little while ago, I planned to keep up the act, to let you think your hero had gone totally off the rails. Man, we thought you boys were emotionally screwed up in St. Louis a couple years back... but now? If half of what I picked up from him during a surface scan was true? You'd be luckier if I just killed you when I'm done playing. Of course, I haven't decided if I want to keep you as a pet. Not much for me to worry about. Given the way you and big brother seem to be fighting, I doubt he'll even look for you," the shifter sneered, using the tip of his finger to force Sam's chin up as the hunter tried to look away. Sam fought to school his emotions over the very real possibility that Dean might actually not look for him.

"Keep your head up and those pretty eyes on me while I explain the rules of this game, little hunter." The shifter raised the demon knife and Sam briefly wondered what else he'd taken from the motel.

Sam hated being unable to move, powerless to fight back against his captor. Sam succumbed to his memories of St. Louis and their first experience with a shifter, until a sharp slap across the face snapped him back.

"Pay attention!" The shifter snapped angrily, pressing the tip of the knife against Sam's face. He applied just enough pressure that a small line of blood welled up from the cut, rolling down Sam's cheek. "I'm curious as to what you think I am. I am sure you've figured it out by now… Tell me!" he snapped, grabbing a handful of thick dark hair, yanking Sam's head back to expose the line of his throat to the very sharp blade.

"S-shifter!" Sam gasped out, feeling the knife's edge press harder against his flesh. He fought to swallow in order to get enough spit to wet his mouth to answer. "You're… a… a shifter. Now, go to hell! Argh!"

A sharp, searing pain shot up from the base of his cock, making him scream and jerk, despite the knife still held to his throat.

"Like that, Sam?" the shifter sneered, switching off the remote that controlled the intensity of the shock cockring. "This little ring I put on your cock is just one of several toys I have to play with. I'll shock you if you even try to fight, or if I just want to hear you scream, baby." He moved the blade away but kept his hold of Sam's hair, leaning in to lick a stripe up the hunter's throat, chuckling at the tiny jerk he felt. "Can't move, Sam," he reminded his captive, lips moving up to whisper in Sam's ear. "In fact, I don't want to hear you speak unless I order it or you're moaning for me. Right now? Right now, I want you to use that pretty mouth for something else."

Sam was fighting back panic as well as the sick rolling in his stomach. There were too many times he'd been in a similar situation and he feared just what this shapeshifter had in store. There was very little doubt in his mind that this attack was revenge for what he and Dean had done in St. Louis.

A quick glance around his stark prison showed just a few of what the shifter considered 'toys'. The rest of the darkened room made it clear this place had obviously been set up to be used as a torture chamber/sex pit.

Sam forced himself to focus on his captor. The grip on his hair shifted and he tested his immobility, hoping the drugs would start to wear off soon. Then, he had to struggle not to puke when the shifter crushed his mouth down on Sam's in a savage kiss. It was all tongue, teeth, and force as Sam tried to fight, tried to keep his mouth closed to prevent the offending tongue's intrusion.

"Kiss me like you've been wanting to kiss your big brother, baby." The shifter growled against Sam's lips, using the grip he had on the hunter's hair to pull the helpless man closer to him. His free hand slid up Sam's stomach to fondle his chest. "Kiss me like you've wanted to since you were sixteen, Sammy. I know you want to, even though you think your hero would freak out if he knew how big of a sick freak you were for lusting after your big brother."

Sam wanted to strain, to fight, to kick this bastard in the balls. He knew this nightmare was going to be even worse than what the shifter in St. Louis had done the second he felt his body start to respond.

As he felt himself kiss back, and heard the low, triumphant laugh of his captor, the hunter felt himself give up hope. He'd rather die here than ever let Dean walk in on this scene, much less hear the things coming out of this creature's mouth in between its assault of roughly kissing Sam's mouth, it's tongue slipping inside until Sam thought he might choke.

"God, you kiss so good, Sam," the shifter crooned, licking and sucking his way down Sam's throat, to his chest before suckling one rock hard nipple. "Dean doesn't know what he's missing."

Standing, the shifter shoved its fingers against Sam's chest, pushing the bound and off balance hunter back onto the cold, dirt covered cement floor. As if he knew what Sam had been thinking, he smiled slowly and sneered, "You can't kick me, no matter how bad you want to." Shifter Dean slowly began to unbutton the red shirt he wore, eyes never leaving Sam's face. "I never did tell you why I changed my plan to let you think your hero was the one raping you." He used the toe of a boot to shove Sam's legs apart, gaze moving down at the naked hunter's body with a gleam of lust in deep green eyes.

"One of my kind let me know the fabled Winchester brothers had been seen in St. Luc's! And my plan changed as soon as I passed your hero in the diner.Y'see, shifters are a family. Yes, there are different clans, but in the end we're all one. What happens to one of us affects the rest to some degree. So, that mess you and your hero caused in St. Louis took family from me and mine," he went on, dropping his shirt to reach for the snap of the jeans. Its lips curved into a cruel smile that Sam hadn't never seen on Dean. "Oh, we know Dean actually did the killing, but he did it to save you. Under other circumstances, I might've tried to use you as bait to lure him into a trap to kill him. I can imagine the pain it would cause to have him watch himself torture and rape his precious little brother... but I decided it best to handle you boys one at a time.

"I'll be able to take my time, doing things to you that my kin in St. Louis never imagined, and this time? Big brother won't be coming to the rescue, this time. I made sure it looked like you walked away, abandoned your brother again. I gathered from my scan that you boys are having some issues, so I doubt Dean will even give a damn, even if he suspects something isn't right."

He knelt down between Sam's legs, the muscles of Sam's thighs twitching as he strained, fighting for the ability to resist. The shifter leaned in, voice dropping low. "Big brother probably went back to the cheap ass motel, saw you and your things were gone, and drank away any concern he had. He probably decided you ran off with the demon you'd been fucking while he was rotting in Hell."

Reaching into the back pocket of his jeans, the shifter pulled out a pair of clamps, a chain attaching them, and smiled at the way Sam's breathing hitched. "I plan on taking my time with you, hunter, and that means pulling out all my nifty toys..." He made a sweeping motion around them. "As you can see, you're not the first toy I've caught. Though you are the one I'll take care not to use up or bleed out too fast."

Everything his captor was saying, every time it mentioned his brother, both terrified and pissed him off. From their experience in St. Louis, there were still things his brother refused to broach or allow him to explain. Sam wanted to tell him about his not so brotherly feelings and about the things he knew Dean had given up in order for Sam to go to college. Knowing a little about what happened in Hell to Dean caused a cold ball of dread to form in Sam's stomach. He could only imagine what the shifter picked up with his scan, and Dean had no idea there was danger in the small, sleepy Louisiana town.

Sharp pain jerked him out of his thoughts as the first nipple clamp was attached and brought a gasp to his lips. Sam heard himself moan instead of the weak cry of pain he expected, and he jerked his eyes up in surprise to see darkening green eyes watching him with a sneer.

"Every cry of pain, every scream you try to make will be a moan or whimper, baby," the shifter explained before leaning closer, taking Sam's other nipple in his mouth and rolling it slowly with his tongue until he felt it get harder. He pulled back with a smirk and then he attached the other clamp. "You might want to scream for help, you might want to fight, but the drug I've created will make it so all you'll be able to do is moan for more and respond to me… just like you would to Dean . You know," the shifter whispered, pulling the chain between the clamps tight, "he's wanted to. Wanted to fuck you since you were fifteen."

Sam struggled to shake his head, to deny, but the cock ring gave another burst of high-level shock at the base of his cock and Sam's body jerked up as much as he could with the shifter putting pressure on his hips. He screamed out in pain, horrified to hear a low moan of pleasure come out of his mouth.

By the time the shock was over, he was dimly aware that the chain on the nipple clamps had been attached to the cockring. Then what the shifter had said began to register. He wanted to laugh in the thing's face, or maybe punch him, but then he was too busy fighting back nausea. He could feel rough denim slide against his cock as the shifter pinned the naked hunter to the dirty floor with his body, his tongue invading Sam's mouth once more.

"Remember what my kin did to you in St. Louis, Sam?" The shifter asked, breathless. Sam felt the creature's cock growing, straining the denim he still wore, the hot, hard line of it pressing into Sam's thigh. "Remember when he tied you to that pool table, stretched those long limbs out on the table and played pool with you?" He moved, lining his hips with Sam's and pressing down into his crotch. He bit down, hard, on the straining hunter's collar bone just to illicit a small moan. "It's nothing compared to what I plan to fuck you with! Get up!"

Sam wished he could shut his mind down so he didn't have to witness what was about to happen. He still had nightmares about St. Louis, intermingled with the various other trauma's he'd experienced, some he hadn't even allowed his brother to know about.

It was bad enough for the younger Winchester that he was helpless to the shifter's games, but he felt sick that he was helpless to his own body responding. While he had the excuse of the drugs, it was still Dean, and the guilt was almost as overwhelming as the fear and disgust. The shifter dragged Sam to his feet and yanked him against Dean's hard body. Sam wanted to retreat into his own head as he'd done before, but he was trapped, his mind as much a captive to the monster's drugs as Sam himself was.

"Kiss me again, Sammy," the shifter smirked as he felt the way his captive tensed at the use of Dean's nickname. "Don't like me calling you that, huh, baby? Too bad. Cause until I'm done with this ass? I'll call you whatever the hell I want. Kiss me, Sammy, like you goddamn mean it or else it'll be my fist going up that tight ass before my toy over there!" He growled, using the chain between the nipple clamps and cock ring to pull Sam flush against him.

Hearing himself whimper sickened Sam, but no more than being forced to kiss this thing with his brother's face. Its tongue was once again inside of Sam's mouth, pushing deeper until Sam was certain he'd choke. The shifter pulled back with a laugh.

"You need to practice using that mouth, baby, but we have time. Right now, I'm going to use my favorite toy to get you ready to take me." He grabbed Sam's hair again to drag him over to the far wall where a bench was set up. "Need me to explain what a fucking machine is?"

Sam tried to dig his heels in, to pull back, but could only moan a scream as his captor showed his displeasure by shocking his cock.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy… I really don't want to hurt. Not this soon! But I will if you keep trying to fight me" The shifter yanked on Sam's hair, forcing him to kneel on the bench. Sam's hands were freed for only a moment before his wrists were pressed into steel cuffs attached to a high bar. He could feel his ankles become clamped in a metal bars behind him, knees spread and separated to the side of the bench. There was a brace that attached to his throat, meant to force his head to stay at waist level, and it was the part that nearly did him in.

"Good boy," the shifter cooed as Sam's pliant body was put into place. "Say your brother's name, pet. Moan it for me while I set up the other piece of my toy."

Wondering if the tear he felt like shedding really did roll down his face, Sam heard his own voice, weak and raspy, obey this latest order. "D… Dean."

"So good, baby... I think I like hearing you moan his name. Maybe I'll have you say it while this little baby is working to fuck you open for me." The shifter attached a dildo to the end of the fucking machine, strapping it in place on the bench and aligning it with Sam's ass. He ran the tip of his finger around Sam's puckered rim, slapping Sam's ass hard as the hunter swallowed back a whimper. "No! I want to hear you! No words except his name and begging him to fuck you. Now, moan for me!" he ordered, shoving his fingertip deep into Sam's hole and groaning low in his throat. "Damn, you're tight. This'll be more fun than I thought; for me at least."

Unable to see the size of the dildo that was about to be shoved into his ass, Sam tried to prepare himself for the agony. He didn't want to give the sadist the satisfaction of hearing him moan or scream, but at the first touch of the low whirring sound to his rim, he knew that idea was useless.

The small layer of lubricant on the dildo did next to nothing as the shifter clicked his machine from slow to medium speed. He stepped back to watch the thick, good sized toy shove mercilessly into the unprepared hunter's ass. He smiled at the low moan falling from Sam's mouth, knowing it was truly a scream of pain. He moaned himself, the scene before him getting him hotter, and he shed his boots and jeans to finally give his own already hard and leaking cock some relief.

"Say his name!" he snapped, stepping to the front so the glassy eyed hunter could see him fully naked and understand what would soon be happening. "Say it!" he growled while hitting both the remote to the cockring and the fucking machine to increase the strength of both.

"Dean!" Sam could mentally see the dildo speeding up as it worked itself in and out of his very likely bleeding ass.

"Good. Now beg him, beg me, Sam." The shifter could tell by his large glassy eyes that Sam was going into shock, and he smiled, knowing the hunter would be more susceptible to the drugs that way. He began stroking his cock with one hand, grabbing a handful of Sam's hair with his other, and causing another cry/moan that made his cock twitch. But the stubborn boy was actually trying to clench his jaw to keep from obeying. "Damn you, hunter! Beg!"

A slap to the face at the same time as the dildo increased its tempo again broke what resolve Sam still had left. "D-Dean… please."

"Please what, bitch?" the shifter sneered, loving the way he was slowly seeing bits of Sam's will to fight dissolving.

"Fuck me!" Sam sobbed, unable to fight the burning in his veins or the pain of having his ass split open by the dildo at the same time as the shock at the base of his cock. "Please…"

"Oh, that'll come soon enough, pet." The shifter smirked, stepping up closer with his dripping cock held in his hand. "First though, you're gonna suck me off until I come down your throat. I'm sure you're hungry, baby brother, and it's the only way I plan to feed you. So open up."

This time, Sam didn't care about the agony, he struggled to lock his jaw. But strong fingers were soon prying his jaw open and the dripping head of the shifter's huge, engorged cock was shoved into his mouth. He had to fight not to choke, his eyes tearing up, and tried to remember to breathe through his nose as his mouth was assaulted.

Laughing as he and his machine fucked Sam from both ends, the shifter ran his fingers back through sweat soaked hair. "Has your hero ever told you about Hell, Sam?" he asked almost conversationally, calmly stroking Sam's hair like he figured his brother would, knowing that would hurt the boy more. "Granted, I could only do a surface scan in that diner... enough to be able to mimic his body and voice. But even in that brief glimpse I saw things that will certainly come in handy if I or one of my kin decides to pay big brother a visit.

"I mean, it's no wonder he's pissed off! After he sold his soul to a demon to be tortured in Hell for his precious baby brother, how did you repay him? By fucking around with a demon!" He tightened his grip in Sam's hair and pulled, despite the metal collar not allowing much give. "Did he tell you the reason he gave in after so long, Sam? Did the big brother that you've idolized so much, that gave up everything including his life for you, tell you that you were the reason he gave into that demon bastard?"

Between the pain in his ass, in his groin, and the lack of air from the cock choking him, it took everything Sam Winchester had to stay conscious. Though by this point of his nightmare, he'd be happy if he could pass out… Then the shifter's words registered. Either the noise he made or the expression on his face gave him away, and he heard the shifter laugh.

"I guess he didn't tell you then... that after so long of being tortured, the bastard finally hit Dean's one and biggest weak spot. You, Sammy. And it wasn't just that with a snap of his fingers he could have had you screaming on a rack, but because while he was torturing your hero, he had learned Dean's deepest, darkest secret. That, my little toy, was how much and how long your hero has lusted after his sweet, innocent baby brother." The shifter paused his tirade, shoving his cock roughly down Sam's throat and groaning as his balls tightened and he came hard, pulling out only enough to avoid choking the hunter on the come that he filled his mouth with. "Swallow me!" he snapped.

Sam was already nearly numb from pain and shock, but knew if he hadn't been, what he'd just been told would have done it. Of course he knew monsters, like demons, lied... so a part of him hoped that what the shifter had seen in his brother's head was just a lie meant to hurt Sam more, to increase the guilt he was wracked with. But Sam knew how broken Dean had looked and sounded when he had revealed what little he had of his time on Alastair's rack.

Stepping back but holding Sam's jaw tightly closed until the hunter had no choice but to finish swallowing, the shifter bent down to give him a harsh kiss, pressing the remote to slow down the fucking machine. He twisted Sam's chin to meet his dazed and glassy hazel eyes. "Do you want me to tell you the real reason Dean is so disgusted with you and hates you now?" he asked, moving to the back of the bench and smiling cruelly as he watched the dildo come free from Sam's ass. Blood streaked his captive's ass and thighs, and the shifter began to stroke his now soft cock with plans to use Sam's now fully open hole to his advantage.

"Your brother hides a lot of his darker memories, it would've taken a much deeper scan to break those locks, but there was plenty of good information on the surface." He smiled again at the low, weak whimper he heard as he ran a hand over the red, bloody, and swollen hole. "The most beautiful thing I learned was his feelings about giving his life to be tortured, submitting to becoming his torturerer's fucktoy as much as his student, all while you were up here fucking some demon whore for fun."

All Sam was aware of was pain; the searing pain left from being fucked by the dildo for so long and now the agony of having the shifter force his cock up into his torn and damaged ass. Then, he went numb, the only pain he felt was in the center of his chest as he struggled to breathe, his heart breaking at what he was told. The shifter was lying… he had to be lying.

"So now you know and can peacefully settle into your new role as my personal little hunter fuck toy until I get tired of you. Now you know why Dean is probably already two states away and not even giving a damn about-"

"Wanna bet, asshole?"

TBC