A/N: Thank you to all who are taking this journey with me. We find out more about Sam and his captors now. I think some of you may have guessed who kidnapped him, but I won't spoil it. I hope you enjoy the read and will explore this AU with me. As always, I do like to know your thoughts, please review. NC

Chapter 3

A new day must have started since another tray with food was brought to him and it seemed more breakfast food. Sam tried to engage in conversation again, but the man wouldn't speak. He wouldn't even look at Sam or acknowledge him in any way. It had been the same one again and he saw no others in the hall when the door was opened.

This was starting to get on his nerves, and he was going stir crazy being trapped in this windowless room with nothing to do but stare at the walls. By now he knew every square inch of the place and how many blocks made up each wall and how many steps it was from one end to the other. He had always considered himself the one with the most patience between him and Dean. But this, being cut off from everything was unbearable. He needed a shower, clean clothes, fresh air and some sunshine. If their intentions were to drive him crazy; they were doing a good job of it.

"Hey! If I'm going to be kept in here how 'bout something to read or crossword puzzle book?" Sam asked when the man brought another tray of food. "Or better yet, let me go or tell who ever took me I want to talk to them." He didn't get any response from the man as he picked up the other tray and turned to leave. Sam was angry at being ignored and picked up an empty water bottle to throw at him. It hit him on the shoulder, and made him paused for a moment, but didn't acknowledge Sam.

Sam ate what was brought to him and paced the length of the chain. He had tried several times to loosen the cuff from around his ankle and then the wall with no luck. It was not coming off without the key and he had sworn under his breath. He estimated that he had been in this room maybe a week or more from the growth of his beard and trays of different foods brought to him.

Sam began to exercise as much as he could being chained, trying to keep his body limber and fit. He was starting to feel gross and the air in the room was getting stale since there wasn't much circulation. Sam wasn't sure asking again would help any, but he was going to try when the next food came.

Hours ticked by and his stomach was telling him it was time for more food, and he watched the door listening for any sounds that would alert him the man was back. His leg began to bounce as more time passed and still no one came. His stomach growled loudly making him rub it and suck it in. He went to the sink and drank some water hoping anything would help.

"Anyone out there?" Sam yelled as loud as he could. "Did you forget me?" His voice trailed off at the end of the statement wondering if he was being punished for throwing the water bottle or was this it. He wasn't starving at least, but he was only getting enough food to keep him going. He looked up when the lights went out plunging him into almost darkness. The nightlight came on giving out its feeble glow and casting the room into shadows.

With a mad huff, Sam slammed a fist into the wall in frustration. He hoped there was nothing broken as he carefully flexed it and rubbed his sore knuckles. Guess he was expected to behave if he was going to be fed. He closed his eyes and tried not the think about it. What if there was no more food? Maybe whoever took him had gotten what they wanted and didn't need him anymore. So many bad thoughts rolled around in his mind that it made it hard for him to sleep. He tried to push them aside and tried to cling to the hope he would be saved and this nightmare would be over. Morning would be here soon enough, and he hoped maybe some food or a face to face with whoever took him.

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When the lights came back on the next day, Sam rolled over on the cot and covered his face. He had no desires to get up to start the day. He had no reason to move off the cot. He had passed depression by now and was moving toward listlessness. Being isolated with no contact from anyone but this meal deliverer was getting to him.

He pushed his greasy hair from his face and only got up because he needed to pee. Sam was glad there was no mirror in the room because he didn't want to see how bad he probably looked. He had become immune from the smell of his own body odor by now, so that didn't bother him. He washed his face and dried it before returning to the cot for another day alone, and maybe without any food.

Noises at the door caught his attention, but Sam didn't bother to get up or even look that way when the creak of the door opening sounded through the room. It wasn't until his wrists were suddenly grabbed and pulled behind him that he tried to fight to get away. He was punched in the gut, expelling all the air from his lungs and he looked up with hatred at the two, black eyed meatsuits. He had been kidnapped by demons was all he could think for a moment. There was another man with the meal deliverer who unlocked the chain from his ankle, and they hoisted him up and drug him from the room.

"What's going on?" Sam protested as he tried to get his feet under him, so he wasn't being dragged. "Where are you taking me?"

Neither of the demons answered him as they led him down several halls and suddenly Sam knew where he was. Screams of torture echoed all around him when they stepped through a door into what looked like a mid-evil movie studio set. He tried to pull away, but the demons held him tightly and moved him into another large room. He was roughly pushed into a chair and took a moment to look around. There was a table sitting against one wall with items sitting on it that he couldn't make out except for a cup. The two demons stood at the door to prevent his escape as they waited for someone.

Sam didn't know how long he waited until the door was opened and two other men stepped into the room. He could tell at a glance who the leader of the group was and watched him as his rage began to build inside of him. He had no idea why demons would want him unless it had to do with his father.

"Hello Sam, it's finally good to meet you," the leader addressed him as he moved to stand in front of him.

"Go to hell," Sam sneered back, not wanting to show any signs of weakness or fear.

"Funny, since we're already there," he chuckled blinking his eyes and looking back at Sam.

The blood froze in his veins when he saw yellow eyes looking back at him and a look of victory on the demon's face. This was the demon who killed his mother all those years ago and the one his father had been hunting for since he was six months old. Sam swallowed hard, and jutted his chin out not wanting to show the fear that was building inside of him.

"What do you want with me?" Sam asked in a strong voice. "Are you trying to lay a trap for my Dad? If so, he's not going to fall for it."

"Your Dad has nothing to do with why you are here Sam. I chose you before you were born. Well, I chose your mother and she made a deal with me. Too bad she had to interrupt me that night in your nursery," he told him as he walked around Sam.

"What do you mean? My Mom made a deal with you? She would never do that!" Sam insisted vehemently.

"Oh, but she did to save poor, dead John, the love of her life. Shall I show you?" the yellow eyed demon asked Sam. He snapped his fingers and Sam wrists were freed. He grabbed Sam's shoulder and whisked them away.

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Sam felt a strange sensation as suddenly he was moving through space and his stomach flipped when they landed in a clearing. He saw a young Mary kneeling by a young John who was laying on the ground not moving. He saw someone he didn't know talking to her and saw he had yellow eyes.

"You see, I possessed her Daddy and killed her Momma and then snapped dear John's neck. She's all alone in the world and I gave her a choice," the yellowed eyed demon explained. "I could bring John back, or she could live the rest of her life in misery and alone. I only wanted one small thing, to visit her ten years in the future and she couldn't interfere."

"Mom…" Sam whispered as he reached a handout and sucked in a sharp breath when she kissed the yellow eyed demon. It was only a few moments before John began to move beside her and she reached for him as her father slumped over dead. He could see the misery and hurt on her face as she fell into John's arms and sobbed.

"That won't do any good, this is only a memory. You can't change anything that has already happened." He grabbed Sam's shoulder again and they moved forward in time to the night Mary died in his nursery fire.

Sam got his balance and looked around in shock. This was his nursery and he heard himself whimper in his crib. He was in horror as the yellow eyed demon cut his wrist and let the blood drip into Sam's mouth.

"Better than mother's own milk, hey Sammy?" he gloated when he saw Sam's face.

Sam couldn't say anything when suddenly an older Mary burst into the room and spoke to the demon. Before he could see what else happened Sam found himself back in the room with the two demons still standing by the door. He looked at the yellow eyed demon with disgust and hatred.

"Why did you do that?" Sam asked.

"Well, you see, you're one of my special children and I have plans for you. Unfortunately, I've had to adjust my timetable, so to speak, and you are going to help me."

"I'll never help you! Go ahead, you might as well kill me, but I'll never do what you want."

"I can remedy that, Gerald if you will," the demon instructed one of his minions.

Before Sam could protest or say anything black smoke billowed from the demon's mouth and forced its way into Sam's mouth. He struggled for a moment until the demon had possessed him.

"I mean, really? Couldn't you have at least let him shower first?" demon Sam asked as he wrinkled his nose and pushed his greasy hair out of his face. "This is really disgusting."

Sam could hear and see everything, but he had no control over his own body and screamed his rage as he tried to force his way back to the surface. He felt raped, degraded, mortified by what was happening to him, but he still didn't understand what the demon wanted with him. His last thought before being knocked out was of Dean and that he might never see him again.