Chapter three

Sam couldn't sleep as usual so he went to the bathroom for a shower. He caught a glimpse himself in the grubby mirror and he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. A gaunt face he hardly recognised, dark eyes with big tired rings around them, his cheeks were thinning and there was blood smeared around his chin.

What was he turning into?

After a long shower Sam got dressed and thought some coffee would make him look a little less tired. He crept out past Dean and out the door. As he walked all he could think of was the hunter that found him last night, and what he said. He thought he saw the man's face in every window that he passed watching him and waiting for him to do what he was told. Sam shook it off as he went into a coffee shop.

He took two and started drinking one as he left but he walked straight into somebody just around the corner.

"Sorry." Sam mumbled not looking up from his coffee but as he tried to walk away a hand stopped him, he looked up.

"Hello, Sammy." The hunter said with a sickening smile. "Thanks for the coffee." The hunter took a coffee from Sam. "This," the man said before taking a sip, "is your first client. I thought I would deliver him to you personally as it is your first time." Sam looked to the man standing behind the hunter, he was taller than the hunter but not as tall as Sam, he was balding and had that biker look about him, as well as the beard.

"This way." The biker man beckoned towards a motel sign and Sam couldn't believe that he was following the guy. The hunter leant against the wall with the coffee watching them enter the motel.

Sam followed the man as he walked up to a door, he didn't notice the number as he got pushed through the doorway. He stumbled over his feet and dropped the coffee, making the man laugh darkly.

"Pick it up." The man said. Sam stood for a second listening to the man's wheezy breathing, then he bent forward and retrieved the now empty cup. He could feel the man's eyes on his every movement.

"Sweet ass." The man whispered and he took off his leather jacket, throwing it aside and stepping towards Sam.

Before he knew it Sam was being pushed down face first onto a dusty bed. The man's wheezing got louder as he restrained Sam with a knee on his back as he unzipped his jeans. Sam felt his jeans get pulled down slightly, Sam tried to resist but he was stuck face down in the sheets.

He felt the man at his rear, touching his skin lightly but then he felt a slap. The man took one hand to Sam's hair and pulled it tightly, making sure Sam wouldn't move or try to struggle. Then Sam felt a sharp pain as the man had pushed his hard erection into Sam's entrance. Sam gasped and clenched at the sheets trying not to move as the man would pull his hair even harder.

Sam felt the man pull out and he felt himself throbbing from the pain, but then the man pushed himself back in harder than before.

"Fuck yeah..." The man breathed as he pushed in and out of Sam. Sam shut his eyes tight and tried not to listen as the man's breathing told him that he was getting close. The man withdrew a little later and pushed Sam's face into the sheets even harder as he got up then zipped himself up.

"See you next time." The man heaved through heavy breaths then he threw some notes on the bed next to Sam and left.

Sam lay still not wanting to move from the pain, and moving would mean accepting what has happened. He could feel the man's warm leftovers on him and really wanted to shower it off. He slowly pushed himself off of the bed and had a quick wash; he didn't want to be in that room any longer than he needed to be. As he was leaving he remembered the money on the bed and went to pick it up.

Twenty dollars. Was that it? Surely he was worth more than that.

Sam went to leave the motel; he pushed his hair down and took a deep breath ready to act normal. But before he could he saw that the hunter was waiting for his money. Sam threw the notes at him and they landed on the floor then walked off as fast as his long legs would carry him. He didn't want to see that hunters face ever again. But deep down he knew he would be seeing a lot of him.