Chapter 13:

Adam ordered her to lay down on the bed, but when she disobeyed and stood beside it instead, he shoved her down onto the old mattress forcefully. He set the gun down on the nightstand beside the bed, then took pulled his belt free of the loops. Candy was starting to get scared; she quickly moved to the opposite side of the bed. Adam grabbed her arm and dragged her back to the center. While he had her arm in his grasp, he wrapped the belt around it, then yanked up her free arm to bind it to the other. Once her wrists were tied together, he wrapped the belt around the bedframe and tightened it.

Candy pulled at the restraints, but it only made it tighten and chafe the skin around her wrists. Adam opened the drawer of the nightstand and picked up a thick silver knife from it. After knocking the drawer closed again, he climbed onto the bed with Candy. She immediately began struggling again, thrashing about nervously as he got closer and closer to her. Finally, she opened her mouth to scream. Before any noise could come out, Adam clasped his hand down over her mouth.

"Shut up," he said angrily. "I'm not going to touch you." He used the knife to cut a single, long tear down from the bottom hem of her shirt to the top. It fell open, revealing a white lace bra underneath. She squirmed again. "Sit still, damn it. I told you. I'm not going to touch you." He cut her shirt free of her body, then tore it in half again. He used one of the halves to tie around her head and leave the knot in her mouth. Candy bit down on the knot harshly, grinding her teeth in an attempt to tear the cloth. "That won't work," he told her.

Then, Adam moved towards the end of the bed by her legs. He pulled apart the button of her shorts, and when he did, Candy started kicking. It didn't take long for him to subdue her legs again. Once he did, he dragged her shorts down her legs and tossed them to the ground. She laid there, bare except for her bra and matching underwear. Her wrists were bound to the bedframe, and her mouth was stuffed with cloth. It wasn't that cold, but Candy's body started to shake.

"I won't touch you," he reminded her. "You don't have to be scared." A grin tugged at his lips, "Or embarrassed. You have a nice little body, Candy. I'm almost jealous of Dean." He set the knife down on the nightstand again, then walked to the end of the bed. "You don't need to be afraid of me, Candy. I'm not that kind of guy. I just need to send a message to your boyfriends. Something that will really hurt them." Adam dug Candy's phone out of her shorts, then turned on the camera. "Smile for the camera." Candy turned her face away from him, and tears started to flow down her cheeks. "Aw, that's perfect, Candy. Cry for the camera."

She heard the click of the camera at least ten times before Adam put her phone into his pocket. Candy was embarrassed, and she was afraid. Adam was a Winchester, but he was nothing like the family that she had grown to know. He was broken and deviant. Although she believed him when he said he wouldn't touch her, it didn't make what he was doing any less terrifying and embarrassing. After all, she was laying in nothing but her underclothes in front of a total stranger who was sending pictures of her to Dean and Sam to hurt them. That, in itself, was a violation.

"I sent a few to both of them. I hope you don't mind. But it's not like they both haven't seen you like this before, right?" He laughed menacingly, then left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Dean sat on the edge of his bed with his phone clutched tightly in his shaky hands. His eyes were focused on the screen, on the picture of Candy that he recieved from Candy's phone. It made his blood boil, his teeth grit, and his stomach churn. He was afraid of what Adam would do to Candy to get back at him for leaving him behind. That wasn't the Adam that Dean remembered, but he knew what he would have done in the past to hurt someone who had hurt Sam.

Suddenly, Sam burst through the door with his phone in his hand as well. His eyes were wide and glazed over by tears. Dean looked up from his phone to meet his brothers worried gaze.

"It's Adam," he told Sam. "He's out of the cage, and he's got Candy. He's mad at us, Sammy, so he took Candy to get back at us." His eyes drifted back towards the phone, towards the image of Candy laying half naked on a bed with her arms and mouth bound. Even from the distance the picture was taken, he could see that Candy was crying.

"We have to go get her before he does something stupid, Dean." Sam shook his head, "I don't want to even think about what he'll do to her... We have to go now."

"Go where? We don't know where he is."

"Maybe Cas can help us," Sam shrugged. "Call him down. He'll help us find her. Especially if he sees this." He held up his phone, and the same picture of Candy was on his screen.

"Alright. I'll pray to him..."

After the sun had gone down and the room became dark, Candy heard the door open again. Adam came in with a candle, a bottle of water, and a poptart. He set the candle down on the nightstand, then opened the water.

"If I take the cloth out of your mouth, promise you'll be quiet?" After a moment of contemplation, Candy nodded. "Okay," he smiled. "Great." Carefully, he took the cloth out of her mouth. Then, he brought the water bottle up to her lips and tipped it slightly. She took a few big gulps before he took it away from her again. "Do you like poptarts?" He asked her. "I got chocolate. Everyone likes chocolate. Right?"

"I'm not hungry," she glared at him.

"Okay. Then, I'll save that until you are." With a shrug, he set the poptart down with the water bottle. "Are you cold?" He wondered. "Do you need a blanket?"

"That'd be nice," she said quietly, watching his face in confusion. The mischevous, angry man that was there before was now gone. Instead, it was like a scared, confused little boy had occupied his eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed slowly,

"Tomorrow, you can call Dean and tell him where you are. I've got to get back to Crowley. He has work for me. Dean and Sam can come find you after I'm already gone." He put the cloth back in her mouth, despite her protest. "Tell them that this isn't it. That I have more planned for them. It just doesn't involve you again. Not yet." His eyes travelled to down her body, to her legs. They were pale, but smooth and flawless. "It must have been nice to be able to sleep next to you every night. Instead of writhing in a pit of fire and pain with no sleep at all." He laid his hand on her thigh, and she tried to cringe away. "So soft." His hand trailed up her thigh gently. "I missed this feeling."

Candy jerked her body away from him, and he grew angry again. Adam leaned down and pressed his lips against hers roughly. Through the cloth, Candy muttered and grumbled in protest, trying to turn away from him. It wasn't long before he pulled away. The anger was gone, and the nervousness returned.

"I'm sorry... I'll go get you that blanket," he said, leaping up from the bed and rushing to the door. Candy let her body relax once he was gone, but she couldn't stop herself from crying again. A few moments later, Adam came back into the room and laid a large blanket over her body. Without a word, he left the room again.