Author's Note: Takes place during season 1.
Don't Own Supernatural.
"That was fun." Sam said zipping up his shorts. "Don't tell me that wasn't fun."
Sky didn't say anything. Now she wished that John hadn't saved her that night.
"Your not, Sam."
"You keep saying that but it's me. It's just who I really am." He said pushing a lock of her hair behind her ear.
"Don't touch me."
"It's a little late for that honey. You should really consider going evil it's so much better."
Just then the door opened. "You breaking her in, Sam?"
"She's not playing along."
"Should I have a few words with her?"
"'No. I've got it.
The guy went over and yanked her up.
"What are you doing?' Sam demanded angry.
"I'm taking her to the punishment room. Don't worry she'll be back."
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Dean was half asleep in pain when the door opened and a young girl was dragged in. The man that the demon was possessing looked at him then walked out the door and closed it. He felt bad for the girl. She was probably the one that he heard screaming earlier. He watched as she curled up into a ball. He noticed that she had bruises everywhere.
"What's your name?"
"Your, Dean."
"How'd you know?"
"Well I've seen your father and brother. I figured you were, Dean."
"How does my dad know you?"
"He tried to help me when I was first caught. I managed to escape but-" Her voice trailed off.
"It's okay. We're going to get out fo this."
She laughed. He didn't know if it was from fear or what he just said. "Your never leaving here. Ever. I tried and I'm back where I was except your brother's trying to get me pregnant now!"
"What the hell?! Sammy would never force himself on a woman. Never!"
"I know Sammy wouldn't. But Sam has."
"Are you trying to tell me that they got him to turn evil?" Dean asked shocked.
"Give the stupid guy a prize!" Evil Sam said coming in the room.
"Sam, this isn't you." Dean said.
"I really wish you human's would stop saying that."
"You are human."
"I'm just my self. Finally." Evil Sam looked over at Sky curled up. "You want to give her a go? I can tell you that she's real good."
"Son of a bitch!"
"I know. At lest I admit it." He said before punching Dean across the face hard. Blood trickled down Dean's mouth.
"Where's dad?" Dean glared at him.
"I wouldn't worry about him. He's getting his right now."
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John woke up in a white room strapped to a bed. It reminded him of a mental institution.
"He's awake doctor." A nurse said.
John looked at her. She had dark blonde hair and was tall as Sam.
"Glad to see your awake. I'm your doctor Davidson. Do you know where you are?" A middle aged man asked him.
"I"m being held prisoner with my sons." He spat out. Why was he in a white gown?
"Sir that doesn't exsist. You we're starting to be yourself again."
"What are you talking about? This is a good trick that you demons came up with." He muttered.
"Demons don't exsist, John. Your boys are fine and well."
"Your the crazy one." He sneered.
"Bring them in." Davidson told the nurse.
John watched as the nurse opened the door to see Dean and Sam standing there perfectly fine.
"Dad. We were worried about you." Dean said.
Something didn't feel right.
"Dad. This had to stop." Sammy said. "We need you back home we're you belong."
"There's nothing wrong with me!" John yelled.
"Dad ever since mom was killed you've made up this crazy story about a demon that killed her." Sam said.
"Dad, mom wouldn't want you to be like this. She'd want you to be happy." Dean said.
John just stared at them not believing what was happening. It felt so real.