A/N: Own nothing about Supernatural or X files. Love them all, but they aren't mine :(

Alright alright, apologies first!! SORRY!! Took me forever, I was kinda blocked to write and busy like hell but here it is!!! Enjoy!!

Chap 2 – Vicious smiles

Both Mulder and Dean exchanged a quick look. If Mulder hadn't gotten him, taken his gun, maybe his mind would be able to figure something out.

"Let my brother go. We have nothing to do with whatever problem you have with them". Dean could feel his heart at the back of his throat.

"Now you are I'm afraid". He said getting a second gun from behind his back and pointing it at Mulder. "Drop your gun on the floor and kick it away Mulder".

Dean felt his apprehension rise as Sam looked up, his nose was bleeding and he had a black eye. At least he had tried to put up a fight. The boys never really needed words to understand each other, just by exchanging looks; Dean knew Sam was just as clueless as he was. Who was the man holding Sam? What was agent Mulder involved in? And especially, what had Mulder gotten them involved into?

"Where's Dana?" Dana wasn't Mulder's sister or relative, but she was undoubtedly, a very important person to Mulder. The way he asked Alex about her, the stutter in the way he said it, revealed he feared for her.

"She should be comfortable where I left her". In Alex's voice, there was nothing more than sarcasm and disdain.

"You son of a bitch". Mulder said taking a step forward; wishing to grab Alex's throat. Alex pressed the gun harshly on Sam's forehead.

"Tsk tsk tsk agent Mulder. Let's play nice". Alex used Sam as blackmail. Dean felt his blood boil inside his veins. He was going to kick that man's ass, no matter who he was.

"Whoa, whoa! Look, I don't know who you are or what's going on between the both you, but my brother and I have nothing to do with this. Let him go". Dean's voice came out broken, against his will.

"Control your prisoner Mulder. He has no idea who he's dealing with". Alex then looked at Dean. "You don't want your little brother's brain spread all over the carpet do you?"

Mulder gave Dean a look. Alex wasn't a big threat if you had a gun aimed to his head, he would do anything to stay alive, even work for the worst kind of people like a good little puppet. But with a hostage, he had a big advantage.

"Good. Now Mulder, if you wanna see agent Scully again, you two better come with me. We're all going for a little ride".

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Mulder was lying down on a bed, leather straps were holding both his wrist firmly to the bed, tight enough to cut his circulation. His feet were also being held firmly by leather straps.

His vision was fuzzy, kind of blurry; still he was able to take a look at his surroundings. Even though, due to his current situation, he was sure he'd see people dressed like scientists, or maybe dressed in bio hazard clothes, and see white walls around him, like in a hospital, Mulder came to realize the place looked nothing like he'd seen or been to before. Not even the underground captivity he'd been at once.

He was either very high due to drugs, or he had lost his mind this time. The walls didn't really seem to have a defined color, or pattern for that matter. They looked like something twisted, something from cartoons. No not cartoons, something from a crazy patient's mind after shock therapy. There were some people around him, dressed in regular clothes, black suits and ties, black shoes and white shirts. They all seemed to be old. Mulder tried hard to focus, to see past the blurriness of his eyes. It's a funny thing to notice people, to try and pay attention to every single detail of their faces, the color of the eyes, the wrinkles caused by time, the spots caused by the sun. Their visages were innocent, as if they were simple old men, men who could be someone's grandfather, someone's father, someone's brother or uncle. But Mulder knew best than believe those men were innocent. No, their masks were nothing compared to the evil inside their hearts.

After being blindfolded on the way there, his mind could only focus on one thought: Scully. He had imagined where his prisoner could be by now as well. But Dean wasn't his prisoner anymore, now Dean was their prisoner, and Mulder was their prisoner too.

They had been separated when they arrived. He wished though Dean was just locked in a cell wondering what this shit was all about. Mulder's mind wasn't able to find a link between Dean and the x files Mulder had worked on for so many years. Of course Dean had his share of weird situations, but he couldn't be sure if Dean had any relation to little green men, black cancer, missing sisters and kidnapped partners. Poor boy had gotten into a long history and he had nothing to do with it. Or had he?

Mulder heard the noise of a door being opened. Another man came into the room, his face was also old, but no innocent mask could cover the vicious look in his eyes. Panic took over Mulder's body and soul when he realized the man was holding someone in his arms. He was holding Scully's limp body. What had they done to her? Was she hurt? Was she even alive?

Scully was still dressed in the same clothes she was when Mulder had last seen her. Mulder wanted to speak, to shout, to curse those men, but he discovered he couldn't. Although he was aware, or partially aware of what was happening around him, it was as if he was half awake and half asleep. He wasn't able to move his lips, his fingers, his head, or any other part of his body. He could hear, he could see, but not move or make a single sound. What was the point of the straps then? Not like he was going anywhere. But if they were there holding him securely to the bed, it meant his moves would come back to him sooner or later.

The man holding Scully approached Mulder, slowly, taking time with his steps. He had an evil smile formed on his lips. His face didn't hide the pleasure, the great pleasure he was feeling at that moment, holding Scully's body, seeing Mulder's panic well sculptured in his eyes, the man stood there a few seconds, showing Mulder there was nothing he could do to save her, they had the control, he had none, they had Scully and they had him. Mulder's mind would never be able to forget the expression on the man's face as long as he lived. The way his eyes burned with pleasure when seeing someone else's despair, the smile on his lips, the yellow teeth completing the mean smile, the satisfying look. Whatever their plans were, it sure started with mind torture.

After a few seconds the man left the room carrying Scully with him, leaving a very desperate and unable Mulder behind.

Everything in a human being is fragile and strong at the same time. Adrenaline makes us do incredible things and so does fear. An impulsive act can save a life and it can take a life, a wrong move can turn you into a dead or alive hero. But our psyche, our love, our personal issues, guilt, responsibility, all of these things turned us into fragile beings. We break and put ourselves together, piece by piece afraid of being broken again.

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Dean was in a room very different from Mulder's. It looked perfectly like an interrogation room from police departments, with one small difference. He could see the other room beside his. In police stations there was usually a mirror hindering the vision of the person being questioned inside the room. As Mulder, Dean had also been blindfolded; he had absolutely no idea of where he was. They all had been separated when they got off the vehicle.

Dean was sitting on a metal chair, his feet were cuffed to the legs of the chair and his wrists were secured with a pair of hand cuffs behind his back.

His situation hadn't improved much and right now, he wished he was sitting on a chair chatting with special agent Mulder than being in that room not knowing what the hell was happening, why he was there, who the fuck was Crycek and what was happening to Sam.

Dean was struggling with the cuffs in vain, he knew it was in vain, but he was so pissed off, he needed to find a way to let out all that anger inside his chest.

The walls around him were way too white for his taste and it sort of reminded him of a mental hospital, where people didn't receive the best treatment or the most polite treatment. The transparent glass displaying the other room was bothering his instincts for some reason. The room wasn't very entertaining, on the ceiling there was a fan, which wasn't working for his dismay, and the room was hot. Dean couldn't feel his ass anymore. How long had he been sitting on that damn chair? Besides the fan and his chair, there was another chair a few feet away from him.

Dean was starting to get distracted with his thought, when he saw the door knob moving.

A woman came into the room, dressed in a black pants and a very feminine suit that enhanced her breasts and her curves. Her high heels gave her a firm posture and the attitude of a confident woman. Dean narrowed his eyes for a moment, observing her as she closed the door behind her and locked it.

"Finally. I need to take a piss". Dean said raising his eyebrows, hiding all his doubts about the place.

The woman ignored his comment and showed no emotion whatsoever. No smile, no angriness, nothing. She looked at Dean from head to toe first, as she walked all around his chair, slowly, her high heels making a sound at every step. She did look calm though. Her skin was perfect, like the skin of a Hollywood actress; she had long dark brown hair with some curls and deep green eyes. Her lips were red like a cherry and generous like ice cream. At least those were Dean's thoughts as he also analyzed the woman circling him.

You could say Dean was feeling a little intimidated.

After taking a good look at Dean, she stopped a few inches from him. Her eyes met his, both green eyes looking deeply into each other. He could even hear her soft breathing; she was so close to him. His brain kept warning him though, she was the enemy. She was a gorgeous enemy, but still the enemy.

"Hope you liked the merchandise sweetheart". Dean said, he didn't know if she was invading his personal space, or making that situation a little less terrible for him. The woman froze in front of him and with one sudden and very strong move; she slapped Dean's face harder than a woman should be able to hit a man.

"Oww!" He said turning his hurt face, meeting her eyes again. "What the fuck??" He shouted, his breathing went from calm to heavy. The woman's expression didn't alter, still looking cold like an ice cube as she spoke.

"I have a few questions for you Dean Winchester. Aside the answers you will provide, you're not allowed to speak". Dean didn't want to, but he had to grin at her comment. You forbid a Winchester of doing something and…

"Oh honey, now I'm even more tempted to say a lot of bull" Dean said with a mocking smile.

The woman didn't smile back. Instead she gave Dean another strong slap on his face, on the same side. With this slap, Dean let out another 'ow', a louder 'ow' as he lost some of his balance and almost tumbled. "Bitch" He whispered to himself after pulling himself together again.

"Seems to me Dean Winchester, you know a lot more about conspiracy than you should. It also seems to me that you and your brother are very good to erase your traces and unlike many people, keeping your secrets a secret".

"I'll take that as a compliment". Dean knew where she was going with that story.

"Why was agent Mulder after you? What were you working on?"

"We were playing hide and seek, I was hiding, and he was seeking". Dean said keeping up his grin.

The woman grabbed Dean's face harshly making him look at her. "Some years ago, I'd be allowed to simply kill anyone who could threat our projects. Your death would look like an accident and I would be having a cup of coffee right now. I really miss those days".

Dean swallowed hard. He knew there was a big conspiracy in their government as much as there was conspiracy among demons. Demons were all he cared about.

"What were you working on?"

"Ok, the truth is, I was trying to prove Santa Claus is real. That's what I was working on".

Dean was expecting another hard slap on his face. None came. The woman looked at a tiny camera installed on the ceiling and nodded her head.

"I have something that'll tempt you to speak what's necessary". The woman said in a very threatening way. Something inside Dean said she wasn't going to show her tits.

The door of the other room was opened abruptly and through the transparent glass, Dean saw his little brother being shoved inside. His shirt was dirty with blood, blood dripping from Sam's nose. His face was puffy and he had two black eyes now, not to mention several bruises through his face and arms. His hands were also cuffed behind his back.

An old man followed Sam in, he touched Sam's shoulders and forced him to his knees harshly. The old man had grey hair and a wrinkled face.

Dean's heart got tight when he saw his little brother's condition, but Dean's despair was even bigger when he saw the man's eyes. The eyes glowed as he looked at Dean through the glass and displayed a vicious smile. A supernatural glow Dean was quite familiar with.

"Sam". Dean said feeling his heart beat fast inside his chest.

TBC…

Chap is a little short, but I couldn't leave you guys hanging. Again, sorry for taking so long. And thanks for everyone who left me a review!! And who just read too. Let me know if you liked this chapter.

Oh by the way, if you're confused... you'll get a lot more confused next chapter!! lol!!!

Have a good week!!

Lilith.