AN: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! So I forgot to post the first chapter on Facebook last night. Whoops. I'll be sure to get this chapter out there. Anyways. My parents painted one of our chalkboard! OH MY LAWD Y'ALL! This wall is so fun! I've been doodling on it all day :) I drew Sammy on it last night, if you wish to see a picture of him there's one of him on my Deviant Art. See my profile for my username. Anyways, I wanted to get this out earlier this evening. But real life. Pfft. That and those gosh darn plot bunnies have been demanding I pay attention to my books, because I have others to outline and the outlined ones to start. I have eighteen, eighteen projects. Ugh. I have twelve outlined and only two in the works. *dies* Anyways. Back to school season is here! If y'all are going back to school have a great school year! Do your best, have fun, make friends and memories, pass those tests, and learn something! If you have kiddos going back to school, enjoy the silence parents! I'll be all alone during the day again when my youngest brother goes back to school next Friday. I'll enjoying the silence and having wild parties. Lol nah! I'll just be writing and blaring my music without headphones. XD Anyways. October is almost here! I don't know if I'm ready for season twelve. The writers damn near killed last season. Especially with the episode Red Meat. Good lord it took weeks, WEEKS to recover. I'll never be okay watching that episode. Alright, I'm done rambling! When we left off, Sammy was having a bad day.

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We're All Just a Bit Mad Here

Mason looked down at Sam and smiled sadly. The boy was beautiful and he wish he didn't have to hurt him. But he wanted his revenge on John Winchester. He wasn't satisfied with the death of his family. That's right. He killed them. He killed them all. He punished them for choosing religion over their own child. Families don't abandon family members for being different. What if it was the other way around? He shrugged and smiled cruelly once more. He would still kill his family. No matter how you slice it, you NEVER abandon someone because they're different. It just might come back to haunt you. For his family, they didn't get that chance. He killed them days after he was tossed out like yesterdays garbage. Then a few years his sweet grandmother comes into contact with something that goes bump in the night, Johnny boy murdered her without a second thought.

"Bastard! He took the one good thing I ever had in this life!" Mason shouted.

He looked upon the sleeping Sam once more and smiles again. He brushes a stray strand of hair out of his eyes, and kissed his lips again. If he wasn't out for blood, he would make the boy his. He's so breath taking. But he needs to do this. He needed to avenge his grandmother. She was so good to him when the rest of the world was cruel and unkind. He needed to show Johnny boy he can hurt as well, but hitting him where it hurts the most. His precious boys. Like he stated, he was after the oldest, but the youngest was so much better. If only his prince wasn't so fucking beautiful. It was unfair really.

"Sorry sugah. But I must. If it was someone else, I would just make you mine. You are gorgeous. Mm mm." He said sadly. "Now to return you to Mr. Singer. I'll send your car too sugah. Hot guy needs his hot ride."

He snapped his fingers and Sam disappeared, along with his car. He picked up the black crystal and went back downstairs. He sat down on the couch that Sam sat on and groaned as he smelled an sweet smell. Vanilla. Mason smirked.

"Mm mmm Sammy baby. Your cute butt isn't just hot, but you smell so sweet. I'm tempted to just kidnap you forever now." Mason said with a seductive tone. But then got serious. "But I have more serious business to take care of."

Mason reached for the giant chest/coffee table in front of him and opened it up. He pulled out a glass cube and put the crystal inside. He chanted an incantation and smiled when the cube lit up. Sam's cursed shards were now connected back to him. He could now start causing him pain. But he doesn't want to cause to much damage yet. He wants to save the worst of it for last.

"Time to play sugah." He smirked evilly.

With Bobby and Sam

Bobby sat in his wheelchair in front of the couch as he waited for Sam to wake up. The boy popped up out of nowhere and scared him. He tried to wake the boy up and demand what was going on, but Sam was down for the count. That was a few hours ago. He was getting worried. He was tempted to call Dean, but he'll hold off for now. He knew the boys were in a place with each other right now. That Dean had rejected Sam in his time of need. If Sam was in trouble and he could him without the aid of Dean, then he'd be happy to assist. He was also happy to see his surrogate son. He was really getting worried about him. Even more so when he got the comfortable. He removed the boys boots after getting him situated on the couch, then he removed his jacket and his flannel, and was horrified. Sam had scars up and down his arms. He searched the rest of him, torso, abdomen, legs, ankles, feet, and scars everywhere. One scar scared him. The one above his heart. It was a gunshot scar. It was nasty looking and Sam should've been dead, but yet he was alive and here.

"What's happen to you boy? Did Dean do this? Did he abuse you? Or did someone else? Just please don't tell me you did this to yourself. You'd break my heart." Bobby said with tears prickling his eyes, he closed them and wiped the tears away.

He heard Sam groan and opened his eyes.

"Sam boy! Are you alright? Can ya hear me?" Bobby asked.

"B Bobby?" Sam asked. "How'd-"

"That's what I was hoping you could tell me." Bobby said.

Sam explained everything and unconsciously rubbed his neck. It was sore. Not like sick sore, but like he was strangled sore.

"You hurt?" Bobby asked noticing Sam rub his neck.

"My neck hurts. Not like sick hurts, like I've been strangled hurts." Sam said.

"Let me look son, I took a look earlier, but maybe I missed something." Bobby said.

Sam nodded then he felt white hot pain in his neck, like someone was trying to snap it slowly but painfully. He someone shouting and someone screaming. He realized he was screaming and Bobby was shouting. His world went black once more. He also glad he was already lying down. The floor would suck right now.

Dayum...I'm a little scared and I'm the author! Mason you adorable crazy bitch!

Until Next Time! "Writers keep writing what they write! Somewhere another pretty vein just died!" Fallout Boy knows I just murdered someone.