My Pet 13

Dean was able to get his brother to sit down at Bobby's kitchen table. It felt weird to be in control of every move Sam made but for now that was the situation he was stuck with.

Sam sat at the table looking at Dean for guidance. Dean smiled uncomfortably at Sam and then spoke to Bobby who was busy getting himself a cup of fresh brewed coffee.

"So Bobby, we got anything to eat in the house?" Dean was happy when Bobby approached and placed a mug of coffee in front of him.

"Uh, we're running a bit low on supplies, been preoccupied with finding Sam but we do have some bread. I could make toast. There's some jam, peanut butter and butter to go on it, so pick your poison."

Bobby plopped down at the table sitting where Dean was on his left side and Sam was on his right.

Sam looked at Bobby and then his full attention turned to Dean who was sitting across from him. "Dean, would it make you happy if I made toast?"

Dean sighed. "Yeah, why don't you make some toast? Do you remember where Bobby keeps things?"

Sam smiled. "Yes Master, I mean Dean."

Sam's smile fell and he looked nervously at his brother. "I'm sorry Dean, I forgot to call you by your name. Do you want to punish me?"

Bobby shuffled uncomfortably next to him as Dean took a deep breath before he replied. "New rule Sam, no punishment for forgetting a rule."

Sam seemed to relax a bit. "Okay, Dean. So would you like some toast now?"

"Sounds great. Why don't you ask Bobby if he wants toast too? Remember I want you to talk to others." Dean spoke in a reassuring tone one he reserved for kids and civilians that had had a fright.

Sam nodded. "Bobby, uh, would you like some toast too?"

"Sure, kid that would be just fine," Bobby paused and followed that statement with another. "I'm glad to have you here, kid."

Sam paused as he got out of his chair. "Thank you. I like being here with Dean."

Bobby nodded nervously at that and gave the kid a quick smile. Sam nodded back and then began to move to the counter pulling out the bread and toaster.

Bobby leaned close to Dean. "This is just plain awkward."

"Yeah, I know. It's going to be until Jeremy gets back. Just try and encourage the kid to talk and to be part of the group. I think that might help reach him."

Bobby sighed. "Guess it couldn't hurt."

-0-

Bobby ate quickly and then left for supplies. Dean really wanted the older hunter to stay for support as he dealt with Sam but knew they needed food.

Dean had given Sam the task of cleaning up the kitchen while he thought about his next move with the kid.

Sam brought Dean out of his musing as he approached the kitchen table that Dean was still occupying. "Dean, I'm done cleaning, what else would like me to do?"

Dean gave Sam a smile and motioned for him to take a seat across from him at the table. "Sit down Sam, I think we need to talk."

Sam nodded and immediately sat down. "Did I do something wrong, Dean?"

Reaching across the table Dean took Sam's right hand into his and gave him a reassuring pat. "No Sammy, it's just things have changed since the last time we were together and I need to figure out our new path."

Sam's forehead scrunched up in thought and nodded. "I never listened to you before, Dean. I never put you first before, but now that I belong to you, I will do everything in my power to please you."

Dean sighed and pulled his hand back. "Sam, I wouldn't necessarily agree with what you just said. I liked us as brothers."

Sam bowed his head. "Not brothers anymore Dean, I belong to you. Everything that I am belongs to you."

Dean swallowed hard, trying to hold the anger he felt over the situation at bay. The last thing he wanted was for Sam to think he was mad at him, though, if he was honest, he was angry at Sam for making such a stupid deal.

"Sam, remember you need to look at me when we talk." Dean felt bad when the kid flinched and then raised his head.

"I'm sorry Dean, I forgot. Do you..."

"No Sam, I don't want to punish you. I just wish we could go back to being brothers. That's what I want." Dean could help the anger from finally showing.

Sam's eyes went wide with fear. "I-I'm sorry Dean. I belong to you but you can give me away like Raven did if you don't want me."

Dean took a calming breath. "No, I don't want to give you away. You are my brother and I want you by my side. This ownership thing is something we can work around, okay? I'll learn how to deal with it."

Dean could see some tension leave his brother's body.

Sam cleared his throat and spoke. "Is there anything I can do to make it easier, Dean?"

"Uh, just be patient with me Sam. I may blow up and get upset. I may push you away when things get too much, but remember this... I want you here with me."

Sam nodded. "I can do that."

"Good boy. Now, as for my rules, I still don't have it all planned out so we will just see how things go but I do want you to listen to Bobby. If he tells you to do something, do it. Got it?" Dean figured he might need some time alone and Bobby would be the only person he would trust with Sam.

"Yes Master, I mean Dean. I can listen to Bobby." Sam replied.

"So Sam is there anything you would like to do this afternoon?" Dean wanted to see just how far the whole no free will thing went.

"I want to please you. What would you like me to do?" Sam replied with a smile.

Crap. Just as I was afraid of. Dean scrubbed his face with his left hand in frustration. "Well, I guess we could work on laundry together. I didn't do very good in that department while you were gone."

"Sure Dean, we can do laundry." Sam replied quickly getting up.

Dean decided it was going to be a long afternoon so it might as well be productive.

-0-

Dean was relieved when Bobby got back. Having Sam right next to him all day asking what he could do to please him, had become wearing.

Bobby walked in the door with a bag of groceries. "Got more in the truck."

Dean nodded. "Sam, could you bring in the rest of the groceries and put them away? I'd like to talk to Bobby."

"Sure Dean, I can do that."

Dean gave the kid a tight smile as he watched him leave the room and then let out a long breath.

"That bad, huh, kid?" Bobby replied as he moved to the kitchen to put the bag away.

"Yes, could you grab me a beer from the fridge and meet me on the back porch for a chat." Dean sputtered out as he hurried to make his escape from Sam.

-0-

Bobby placed the grocery bag down on the kitchen table as Sam entered the kitchen.

"Sam, do you mind putting all the groceries away while I talk to Dean?" Bobby still felt very awkwardnear the almost robotic Sam.

"Sure thing, Bobby. Where is Dean?" Sam's eyes briefly filled with worry.

"He's on the back porch, wants me to bring him a beer. If you have any problems remembering where things go..."

"I got it Bobby, I remember. It's making Dean happy I'm doing this but what does he want me to do after I finish?" Sam shifted nervously in place.

Bobby felt bad for the kid, hell both kids. Sam was wound up tight wanting to please his brother, and he could tell that had Dean wanting to run for the hills. A little break from each other was in order.

"He wanted you to wash his car. Do you remember where the supplies are for that?"

Sam nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, tell Dean I'll do that right after I get the groceries put up. I'll do a good job."

"I know you will, kid." Bobby replied as he snagged two beers and headed out to the porch to have a one to one with Dean.

-0-

Bobby found Dean pacing the back porch. He gave Bobby a sheepish smile when he spotted the elder hunter and took the beer being offered to him with an appreciative smile.

Bobby nodded to the bench on the porch and they both sat down.

"So kid's driving you nuts?" Bobby asked as he opened his beer and then took a drink.

Dean took a long swig of brew before replying. "He's my fucking shadow. I'm so happy to have him back but this is just so intense. He stares at me constantly with that kicked puppy look if I don't give him something to do that will please me. Sam doesn't buy that sitting quietly reading a book pleases me."

Bobby took off his cap and scratched his head before speaking. "Just give him lots of tasks, it won't kill him."

Dean huffed. "Oh, believe me, I have. I was running out of ideas when you showed up though. Speaking of Sam, I'm surprised he's not out here asking for another job."

"I took care of that so we could talk in private. He's washing your car." Bobby replied with a smirk.

"Hell, wish I'd thought of that one. I feel guilty wanting to get rid of him when I just got him back." Dean replied quietly.

"I know, but it's a normal response to the situation. It's like he's that five your old that worshiped his big brother and followed him everywhere all over again. You used to hide from him then too." Bobby replied with a chuckle and then took another drink.

"Yeah, I guess it is. So, at least this time it should be temporary- I hope!" Dean replied wearily.

Bobby smirked. "I think it will be. The trickster seemed to want to help but I can see him taking delight in taking his time about it, knowing that Sam has to be driving you crazy."

Dean huffed. "Hell yes he is taking delight in this, I wouldn't be surprised to find out he's watching and enjoying every minute. I can live with it though if he'll return Sam to normal."

Bobby scrunched his eyes in concern. He was worried that Dean might be in a bit of denial. "Dean, I'm not sure normal would be a good word for Sam after the trickster breaks the spell. He spent almost a week with that bitch and I'm sure she did a number on him. The kid will need time to come to terms with that."

"I know Bobby, I know. I just hope that it wasn't as bad as I'm afraid it was or that maybe … well maybe he won't remember much." Dean downed his beer and sighed.

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't hold my breath. We need to be prepared for the worst." Bobby hated saying the words but knew that Dean wasn't doing himself any favor living in denial, even if it was the patented Winchester way.

"Bobby, what do you think she did to him?" Dean was shrunk into himself and spoke quietly.

Bobby shrugged. "Hard to know exactly, but he's giving us clues right now and I think that maybe now would be the time to get that information from him … while all that stuff is just matter of fact with the influence of the spell but later..."

Dean swallowed hard and spoke with a deep emotion filled voice. "Yeah, you're right. I don't like to think about it but you're right. The way he keeps bringing up being punished... that turns my stomach... and I just want to go hunt the bitch down."

"I know kid, I know, me too. That and he flinches when we raise or voices. Let's be honest with ourselves, he was a slave, a pleasure slave. She liked total obedience and that doesn't always work well with Sam so..."

"She broke him, plain and simple." Dean spoke the words with barely contained anger.

Bobby just nodded and went silent. What else could he say? The situation was bad and he just needed to be here for both boys.

-0-

They sat in quiet for a long time and finally Dean decided he needed to check on the object of his worry. He had had his moment to collect himself and now he needed to see what he could do for his brother- see what he could learn. Bobby was right, now was the time to probe Sam about the details of his captivity.

"Bobby, I think I'll head in and grab a beer for Sam, he deserves a break." Dean stretched as he stood up.

Bobby followed suit. "Yeah, kid's been hard at it for awhile, he deserves a beer."

"Maybe a few? What do you think Bobby? Would a drunk Sam be easier to deal with- to question?" Dean knew that in the past if he wanted to extract information from Sam, getting the kid drunk worked wonders.

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Really? The kid is already a mess and you want to get him drunk? Idgit."

Dean ducked his head. Okay, not his best idea. "Just grasping at straws, Bobby."

"Yeah, I get it, boy. Let's go find your brother."

-0-

They found Sam inside the Impala, shop vac in his hand busily vacuuming out the car. The car looked good- strike that it looked damn good, the boy had it sparkling. Sam had never made it look that good before, he always did a decent job but this,well, this was almost better than Dean's detailing jobs on his baby.

Sam stopped the shop vac and moved to place it in the shed next to the house. Once he was done, he finally noticed Dean and Bobby standing on the front porch. The kids face lit up and the smile he gave them was blinding. Dean couldn't help but return it.

"It pleases you doesn't it, Dean? I hope it does." Sam's smile faded just a bit as he approached.

"Oh, kid, it pleases me beyond words. You did awesome. Here have a beer and sit down with us a minute." Dean plopped down on the stairs and opened his beer.

Sam positioned himself almost between Dean's legs and opened his own beer while Bobby cleared his voice from behind.

"Boys, I have some phone calls to make and some stuff I gotta do. You did a good job on the car, kid. I'll see you boys at dinner time."

"Thank you Bobby." Sam replied as Dean nodded at Bobby as the elder hunter turned to leave.

Dean hated to have Bobby leave them alone but knew that the task of asking Sam about his time with Raven needed to be his.

Dean patted his brother's shoulder and spoke. "Sammy could you move over where I can may eye contact while we talk. I'd like to ask you some questions."

Dean was a bit put out when Sam stayed on the same step but shifted over where he could look up and give his older brother eye contact. Having Sam between his legs was awkward and screamed at Dean that his brother was conditioned to be subservient.

"Like this, Dean?" Sam asked once he was positioned.

"Yeah that's great, Sammy." Noticing that Sam had opened his beer but not taken a drink, Dean prompted him. "Sammy, your beer is gonna get hot."

Sam smiled and took a long drink off the beer and then his attention settled back on Dean. "You wanted to ask me some questions?"

"Yeah, I think if I knew what happened while you were at Raven's house I might be able to figure out what you were taught and how it differs from what I want from you." Dean tried to keep his tone light and the anger that he was feeling buried. It still burned him up to think about what Raven might have done to his brother.

Sam looked thoughtful and then nodded. "Like she punished me for breaking rules and you don't?"

Dean sighed, "Exactly. How did she punish you, Sam, and what did you do that warranted punishment?"

Sam shifted uncomfortably and his head went down. Dean could see the kid's cheeks were red and he wanted to stop. This was making Sam uncomfortable but he knew in order to help Sam he needed to know.

"Uh, I got in trouble for not doing the things she asked me to do. To be honest, some of my time with her is a blur. I took this potion because it was easier for me to function … well before the spell. I like being able to focus on pleasing my mistress or master and before, sometimes I got side tracked and when that happened I was punished." Sam looked up at Dean his eyes were moist with unshed tears.

"You're doing good Sammy. You are pleasing me very much by giving me this information even if it's

making you uncomfortable." Dean replied in a reassuring manner. Playing the role of the happy master made him sick to his stomach but it seemed to make a difference with Sam. The kid actually seemed to relax.

"I'm happy this is pleasing you. I was afraid you might be disappointed to hear how I failed Raven on occasion. So do you want me to tell you what I remember … the punishments, I remember?" Sam's voice was a bit more sure.

"This is not about me being disappointed in you, you are doing so well, Sam. I just want need to know about your time with her, okay? Just tell me what you remember." Dean gave him a reassuring smile.

Sam swallowed hard and spoke. "The first time, I was tardy- I took too long in the shower. I didn't get ready for her quick enough and so I had to get on my knees next to her chair and let her feed me like her pet. I was her pet. I was then left on my knees for a few hours."

Dean wanted to scream, throw something, hell, kill something but he had to swallow all that anger down. If it showed, it would just upset Sam and he couldn't risk that, not while the kid was open to sharing his bad memories. So he buried the anger, promising to do something productive with it soon... like killing Raven.

"Sam, you can be tardy here, we're not on a schedule. If you want a long shower, that's fine, okay? You will never be punished." Dean felt he needed to remind the kid that punishment played no role in their relationship.

Sam gave him a small grateful smile. "Do you want me to continue?"

Dean wanted to say no but he knew that he needed the knowledge. "Yes please Sam."

Sam took a drink from his beer and continued. "It was after that incident that I requested being under the influence of her non-addictive potion. It made things easier but I still sometimes messed up. I sometimes forgot to verbalize my response- to say, yes mistress, instead of nodding my head. She would admonish me verbally for doing that. The next time I was punished was because I checked my email and that was not on the schedule she had for me. I had scheduled computer time and I shouldn't have gotten on the computer when it was not my scheduled time. She almost took my computer away but instead decided that I would be the entertainment at her party that night."

Dean felt nauseous. Sam had gotten in trouble for checking email... email from him and because of that had been punished. He wasn't completely sure what being her party's entertainment meant, but Dean was pretty sure it didn't involve dancing or karaoke.

"Sam, what do mean you had to entertain at her party?" Dean tried to keep his tone calm, to tamper down his anger.

Sam looked away. "I was dressed in tight clothing, and her guests groped and touched me until she auctioned me off for the night. This guy, Tom, he won. I don't remember a lot about the night, because of the potion I took, but the next morning... Tom felt really bad about what happened. He was really nice to me."

Dean was grateful for the potion saving Sam from remembering all the details but he made a note to ask this Tom character about the potion and just what he did to Sam.

"Sam, you said the potion was non-addictive, but you kept taking it. Why?" Dean tried to stay in hunter information collecting mode but it was hard, considering this involved his little brother being hurt and used.

Sam glanced at Dean and then away. "It made things not so hard. Like this spell makes things so much easier."

Dean nodded. "Okay, so was there anything else you remember that resulted in being punished?"

Sam paused and seemed to be deep in thought for a moment. "I'm not sure this next part will please you, and I ..."

Dean hated to push the kid but needed to know. He spoke in a gentle but firm tone. "Let me decide if it will please me or not. I need to know Sam."

Sam continued took look down at the stairs and fidgeted a bit before he spoke. "After the spell, when I was trying to please her, Mistress Raven created a look- a- like of you. She wanted me to let her Dean fuck me as she watched. I voiced that I was unsure about it, because we're brothers and I was punished for questioning her. The punishment was that I was to be spanked by the other Dean and tied down for sex."

"God Damn It!" Dean couldn't control his temper any longer, it erupted. He stood and moved off the porch, cursing that he didn't put two and two together when he saw his clone. Why else would she want a clone of him? He hadn't even questioned it. He was pulled out of his angry rant and pacing when he noticed that Sam was rocking in place on the porch.

Moving quickly, he cursed himself for losing his temper in front of Sam. He took his now sobbing brother into his arms.

"I displeased you Dean, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Sam babbled as Dean held him close and started shushing him.

"Sammy, I'm not mad at you at all. I'm mad at Raven." Dean tried to soothe his little brother. When those words didn't work, he decided to use the master card. He hated to do it but he hated to see his brother in such distress.

"Sam, if you want to please me, you'll stop crying. I hate to see you cry. Please stop." Dean felt Sam stiffen immediately.

"Okay, I'm sorry Dean." Sam pulled away and began wiping at his face. "I just knew you might hate me for having sex with your double, it was wrong, and the worst part even though I did it to please my mistress I took comfort in it. I liked being near you."

"No Sam, I don't hate you. I don't blame you for wanting to be close to me even if it was my double while you were with her. It's okay. I'm mad at her for doing that, not you. Okay?"

Dean patted Sam on the thigh and moved back trying to get a good look at his distraught brother. Sam looked like he was more relaxed and calmer as he answered Dean.

"Yeah, okay. Dean, that is all I remember about being punished, is there anything else you want to know?" Sam asked tentatively.

"Just one last question, why did you agree to the spell?" Dean tried to school his features so that he appeared neutral as he waited for the answer.

"She offered the spell to me after I cut myself. I had a razor and I wasn't going to kill myself, that would have made the deal that saved you null and void, but I wanted to feel something to make me forget about being there. I thought pain might take away the feeling of slowly losing myself to her. She offered me the spell and the deal after catching me with a razor. It seemed like the best way out. I'm sorry if that displeases you, Dean." Sam looked away and sniffled.

It took all the control Dean had not to react angrily to the omission of self harming. He knew that Sam needed him to be supportive not angry. Sighing sadly, he nudged Sam's right knee with his own to get the kid's attention.

"Where did you do it?" Dean asked wanting to know the severity of the cuts.

"She caught me before I could actually harm myself." Sam replied quietly.

Thank goodness for small miracles. "I'm glad you told me, Sam. I appreciate it. Now, why don't you finish that beer and go get a shower. You stink after washing my car- not that I'm complaining because my baby looks awesome!"

Sam's face lit up in a smile. "Thanks Dean, I'm glad I made you happy."

Sam took a couple of quick drinks finishing the beer before standing up to head inside.

"Sam, I'll be in a minute, I'm gonna finish my beer. I'll catch up with you at the dinner table, okay? And again, thanks for the car wash." Dean added with a wink.

"Yeah sure thing, Dean." Sam replied as he disappeared inside the house.

It had been a hard afternoon, but now that Dean was armed with information on why Sam was the way he was now, it would make dealing with his kid brother easier. Dean felt sick thinking about how Sam would react after the spell was removed, but they would deal with it, and Sam would come through it just fine. He just wished there was some way to get back at that bitch for harming Sam but he knew for now he needed to be by Sam's side. The kid needed him.

TBC

A/N: Sorry for the wait- I hope to update sooner with the next chapter. Again, thanks for reading and a big thanks to those who took time to review!