Chapter 6

Sam didn't understand the meaning of the demon's words for a moment, until he saw the black smoke roll from the mouth of the demon standing beside him. He tried to back away and turned to run but was caught by the two demons guarding the door and held in place. His horror increased as the black smoke forced its way into his mouth. He struggled for control as he choked and suddenly found his mind locked in a room with no way out. Sam began to beat on the walls as his worst nightmare took shape. He was possessed by a demon and had no idea why they would be doing this. His world consisted of a four by six cell with no access to his body.

"He's not to be harmed," the yellow eyed demon growled to Gerald and the others as the batted around Sam's body for play. "He has a huge role to play when he has been broken and will do as he is told."

"Yes sir," Gerald said quickly, straightening up and getting the feel of the new body. He liked it but knew he wouldn't be staying long.

"He's going to be resistant at first and he is to be controlled. Let's get this started so I can get back to other matters. You know what needs to be done, so get to it," Azazel ordered before leaving the room, pausing at the doorway to look back at his followers. "I will be back, and I do expect results."

"Nothing to worry about sir, we will be sure to have them," Gerald replied as he made Sam's body stand tall. "Guess might as well get this over with," he sighed going to the table that had a cup sitting on it. "Down the hatch Sammy boy." He picked up the cup of blood and drained it, grimacing at the taste. "Glad I'm not having to do this all the time and it's not me that's really going through this."

"Guess we should get him back to his cell until the next dose," one of the guards commented.

"Yeah, you're right I guess, but wouldn't it be fun to do something with this body just to irritate him?"

"Alright, let's do this so I can get into my clean meatsuit," Gerald told them before heading out of the room and to Sam's cell. He went in before smoking out of Sam's body.

Sensation suddenly came back to Sam and he fell to his hands and knees as the black smoke left the room. Sam had his eyes squinted shut as he worked on drawing in huge breaths of air. He opened his eyes enough to see the cot and crawled to it, collapsing on top of the blanket. He did a check to see if he had been injured physically and didn't find anything wrong. His mind was still reeling from the assault and how violated he felt now.

There was an unpleasant, coppery taste in his mouth that he couldn't rid himself of and felt around by the bed for what was left of the bottle of water he had. Sam downed it, hoping to remove the taste wondering what they had done to him. He didn't know how long he had been possessed since time seemed to have stood still when he was trapped inside his own mind. He hated that feeling of vulnerability but didn't know how to stop it from happening again.

The small spark of hope he had was giving way to helplessness and despair now for he knew they could do whatever they wanted to him and he had no way of stopping them. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes as he prayed that Dean might try to contact him at Stanford and find him gone. But still, he would have no idea where to even begin looking for him, so it was going to be up to him to figure a way out of this. But for now, he shut down not wanting to think about what he had be subjected to.

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Time passes differently in Hell than on Earth. Days and weeks there would only be mere minutes in the real world. The passing of time meant nothing to Sam and the only way he could tell it was moving forward was with the lights going on and off. Even then, he didn't know how to judge the length between or how long the lights stayed off.

He was taken from his cell most times, twice a day as the demon blood was continually being forced on him. Each time he was possessed and released after the deed was done. It was beginning to wear him down no matter how hard he fought it. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out before he broke. He never heard the comings and goings of the demon bringing his trays of food anymore. Sometimes he ate and others he didn't move from the cot. His mind was trying to compensate with the ordeal he was be put through but even then, it could only do so much to keep him sane.

The demon came back to find Sam still lying on the cot. It looked like he hadn't moved since he had brought the food to him. He looked down at the tray to see nothing had been touched and looked back at the prone body. He knew the boss wouldn't be happy if his favorite pet got sick or worse, died. He took the tray and decided to tell Gerald and see what he wanted to do. He was not going to take the blame for any of this and didn't want to upset the Boss. He knew what happened to the last demons that did that.

"Gerald, we have a problem," the demon announced. He found Gerald in the main room sitting in a chair that was not his to sit in, but he was acting like the boss while the Boss was away. Gerald always acted like he was better than the rest of them since Azazel had appointed him his right-hand man, for now anyway.

"What now Harold?" Gerald questioned rudely, miffed at being disturbed.

"He's not eating."

"So what? He'll eat when he's hungry." Gerald shrugged.

"He doesn't look good Gerald. I don't think Azazel will be happy if he tries to starve himself," Harold continued wanting to be sure he could blame Gerald if anything went wrong.

"You're such a worry wart Harold. He's due for another dosing in an hour, I'll make him eat if I have to. Does that satisfy you?"

"I guess, you're in charge. I just wanted to let you know," Harold stated turning and leaving feeling he had covered his ass here.

"Bring him in an hour and we'll get this done with. I have an important errand to do afterwards," Gerald said trying to act like he was above all the other demons. He wanted to feel superior to them and rubbed it in their faces that Azazel had chosen him to look after the chosen one.

"I'm sure you do," Harold mumbled under his breath before leaving. He hoped Gerald got what was coming to him and soon. He checked the time and went in search of Stan to help when it was time to get Sam up and take him to Gerald.

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Sam was still on the cot when the two demons came into the room. They grabbed him up and supported him as his legs gave way from trying to hold his weight. He tried to get his muddled brain to start working when they drug him to the same room as before. Sam started stammering and backpedaling when he saw Gerald standing by the table looking smug.

"Hello Sam," Gerald greeted him as Sam stuttered making no sense. "It seems you've been a bad boy. You didn't eat your dinner and we can't have that, now can we? My boss, Azazel, wants you healthy and strong for the next step in his plan…So, if you don't eat…Well, when I possess you, I can be sure you do," Gerald told him.

Sam stopped struggling as the words sunk in and he glared at the demon, his eyes filled with hate and contempt. So, the yellow eyed demon was named Azazel. Before he could get his thoughts gathered, Gerald smoked out and entered him again. Once again, Sam was trapped in his cell not knowing what they were doing to him.

"Let's get this over with," Gerald sighed going to the table and downing three times as much blood as the first time over a month ago. "Don't see why we can't just load him up on the blood and see what happens. This is getting boring really fast."

"Should we bring food or are you going to see if he will eat?" Harold asked.

"Bring the tray and I'll make him before I smoke out," Gerald replied with a wave of his hand. "We'll let him see he has no control anymore and maybe that will break him sooner."

"As you wish," Harold answered stepping from the room to bring the tray of food.

Gerald looked down at the disgusting food and turned up his nose but picked up the sandwich and took huge bites wanting to get this finished as quickly as he could. He hardly chewed, almost swallowing it whole until the food was gone. Bits of food were lodged in Sam's beard and his shirt front had greasy spots from the dropped crumbs of previous meals. Gerald wiped a hand over Sam's mouth and burped loudly before heading back to his cell to release him. He didn't think it would be much longer and Sam would be broken and ready to do as Azazel bid. He could feel him weakening and his will to resist was almost gone.

No one was coming to save him. Not his father, not his brother, no one, and that was what was going to break him.

A/N: Now we know a little of the plan the Yellow Eyed Demon has for Sam. Can he be saved? Thank you for taking this journey with me. Hope your holiday has been a good one. I do like reviews. NC