A/N: WoW! You guys totally rock! I had a freakin' HUGE response for the last chapter. It was mixed of course but I'm pleased to say that the majority of it was positive. THANK YOU guys so much for the reviews! They were all really appreciated! Seriously, I almost died of shock lol. Please keep them coming!

A/N2: I had a few people say that they think the story should now go up to an M rating so I'm going to up the rating next chapter. This is just a warning to let you guys know that it will be seen on an 'M' rating from Chapter Five on. Even though the rest of the story will me more 'tame' than the last chapter. So you will need to set your browser to 'All Ratings' if you wish to see this again. People on Story Alert will be fine. Sorry for any inconvenience.

A/N3: This is sort of a bridge chapter but things will pick up in the next post. I really have to slow down or I'll run out of chapters and I'm still working on the Epilogue lol! I actually had a reviewer pick what was going to happen next; how the boys were going to get out because yes they are! We are ending the torture in the next chapter, well the physical anyway. The mental torture, well that was too fun to let go for now.

Chapter Four

The younger hunter didn't know what to say to his brother, knowing that whatever he said would in no way help Dean. He settled to see if Dean was with him, not liking that the older man hadn't made eye contact with him since he had awoken to the sight of that monster raping his brother. Oh god! Rape! Dean, his older brother, his protector, his flesh and blood had just been brutally raped in front of him!

"Dean?" he asked quietly hating that his voice broke on the small word that meant so much to him. Dean didn't reply however, not that Sam had really expected him to. The older hunter merely pulled his legs up to his chest to try and make himself into a small ball. Sam wondered how it was that a man of Dean's size could make himself look so small and childlike. Dean wasn't ever supposed to look like that, so small and frightened, his body shaking and his breath coming out in quick small gasps. He was Dean fucking Winchester for god sakes! He was the invincible overprotective older brother that took shit from no one.

Sam let his tears silently slide down his cheeks as he watched his brother struggle to breathe. Each one of his tears that spilt for his brother made his already intense hatred for their captor grow. He vowed silently under his breath that he would get them out of this alive and that he would kill their captor with his bare hands. His views on not killing a human being thrown out the window. That man was no human, he was a monster.

The Winchester brothers stayed like that for ages. They had no way to tell the time as no light was let into the room. Sam sat leaning against the wall waiting until their captor came back in. While he waited for the inevitable he kept his eyes on Dean, the older hunters breathing had still not evened out and his body still shaking. He realized that his brother was probably going into shock and the worry of that was like a spike through Sam's heart. Dean's eyes were opened but clearly unfocused. Sam had called to him a few times before he realized the there was 'no one home'. It was a defensive technique that Sam had seen Dean used once or twice in his life when the pain had gotten so bad that the older brother had had to 'escape' his body. He wondered where his brother 'went' in times like this and hoped that it was someplace he felt happy and safe.

It must have been morning when their captor came back into the room because he was smiling smugly and eating a piece of fried bacon. The smell carried through the room and made Sam's stomach grumble with hunger. He couldn't even remember when was the last time he had eaten anything.

Smiling happily at the involuntary response from the youngest Winchester the man finished his piece of bacon and said, "I make the best bacon and eggs for breakfast. You should try it sometime Sammy." He paused and looked down at Dean who was still curled into himself, his breath still coming in short and quick gasps, "How long had he been like this?" he asked Sam.

Sam shocked at the serious tone of their captor who normally sported a sardonic tone, took a moment to answer, "Since you left him you sick fuck!" he spat out.

The man nodded, a pensive look on his face and then left the room coming back a few minutes later with a first aid kit and a bottle of water. At Sam's wide eyed stare he clarified, "I don't want Deannie to die just yet. Last night was too much fun and I want to be able to have that fun again for awhile yet."

"Keep the fuck away from my brother." Sam seethed when the man reached out to roll Dean onto his back. Just the prospect of that man laying even one hand on his hurt brother made his blood boil.

"Now now Sammy. If I don't clean him up a little Deannie will be dead by tomorrow and I know you don't want that to happen. Besides, I'm sure you enjoyed last nights little show and wouldn't mind seeing it again." He snickered rolling Dean onto his back.

"You sick fuck! What the hell makes you think that I would enjoy seeing my brother rapped?!" Sam screamed only to be ignored by the man.

Dean didn't move an inch, didn't even flinch at the contact or the sound of his captors voice promising more fun later that night. This seemed to please their captor, "I finally broke him. I must admit this one was one of my harder ones to crack. Weren't you Deannie? I'm going to miss that fire he had, might even see if I can get him back after this." He muttered while cleaning the worst of Dean's wounds.

Sam felt sick to his stomach. This sick fuck was cleaning his brother up just so he could stay alive to endure more of this torture! Sam looked up when he heard his brother making choking sounds. Their captor had Dean sitting up with his back against his chest and was slowly trying to couch Dean into drinking some of the water he had brought in.

The man had to hold Dean's mouth shut when he poured some water into it so that it wouldn't come back out when his swallowing reflex failed to work. He managed to get a little water into Dean but apparently not as much as he would have liked because he dropped Dean back onto the floor and kicked him in the side, all niceties gone once again.

The youngest Winchester closed his eyes and prayed with everything he had to whoever was listening that they would get them the hell out of this.

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In the middle of Lawrence Kansas Missouri Moseley dropped her cup of coffee to the floor in the middle of her kitchen as a sharp pain spiked in her mind. The pain just wasn't any pain however, it was an anguished cry from help and she would know that psychic signature anywhere. That cry had come from the young Sam Winchester.

Knowing she couldn't call the police on this one she did the only thing that she could do. She rushed into her lounge room, picked up her phone and called John Winchester.

When she hanged up the phone her worry was lessened by knowing that the boy's father would get to them before nightfall. She only hoped he wouldn't be to late, "Hang on boys. Your Daddy's coming." Missouri whispered.

Thanks for reading and please please please review and let me know what you think! Did you expect that to happen? I did say this was set in Season One so John is still alive and I missed him so I had to bring him back. It's also my first time writing Missouri. Next chapter will get the plot really rolling..

Mishka xXx