Desperately Seeking Sam

Warnings: Some language in this one but toward the end, (as always it seems in this one) is where the more graphic stuff comes in. Some explicit scenes since this is where Sam and Amelia come in to so be aware of this as it does have non-con.

Chapter Four

BOOM!

Not expecting the shoulder to slam into him, Agent Bryan Markus barely had time to jerk the barrel of his 9mm Beretta aside to avoid accidentally discharging the round into Dean Winchester's stunned brain. "Shit!" he cursed viciously, body going into an automatic counter move as he went with the shove to drop into a side roll while coming up to reaim at his new target and ignoring the .45 that was pointed at him.

"Drop it," Don Richardson had watched in horror as this stranger attacked a man that the ex-soldier knew had to be emotionally reeling after watching his brother be raped over the live computer feed.

He knew Dean could've handled this guy under better circumstances since he'd wasted no effort in dealing with Don but neither of them had been expecting the Fed to come in and immediately attack.

Not needing to guess who or why he was here, Don hadn't hesitated to grab the fallen .45 that had dropped when Dean had gone down after the hit to his head. Now reflexes that he thought he'd buried when he came home shot to the surface and he didn't flinch at either the discharge of the Beretta or the glare the Fed was shooting him now as that same 9mm aimed his way.

"I'm a United States special agent from Homeland Security, Mr. Richardson. I'd suggest you point that thing someplace else," Markus warned, blue eyes steel as he didn't waver except for a quick glance at Dean's groan from where he laid after being shoved of the way to avoid accidentally discharged weapon.

"I know who you are and where you're from. I also know my father-in-law called in favors from his buddies to send you down here to either find my wife or cover up for her…again," Don had heard rumors that Stan Thompson had done that before in Amelia's youth but hadn't believed it until now.

"You aren't shooting this guy because all he's done is try to find his brother before my wife and her…habits gets him hurt or worse but it's too late for that but I'll be damned if you'll kill him, letting Sam suffer until Mel tires of him all because the old boys network is working in overtime!" he snapped, stepping closer without thinking. "My wife has his brother and while I can't take back what she's done to him already I sure as Hell can help him before it gets worse so you're not shooting…urgh!"

Markus waited until the Afghanistan veteran took one more step before lunging up from the floor in a move that looked too practiced to have been spur of the moment and slamming his forehead into the man's face.

The blow and the lunge took Don off guard so when he fell backwards he tried to catch himself which loosened his grip on Dean's gun. Instead of falling however he found himself shoved into the wall with a 9mm in the hollow of his throat and a very irate Fed in his face.

"I wasn't trying to shoot Dean, asshole!" Markus yelled, a warning clear in his hard gaze that he would shoot Don without a thought if given another reason. "You nearly made me shoot him by that damn stunt of knocking me off balance!"

"I…Stan called you! He wants his buddies to cover for her like he's done before but…" Don swallowed when the barrel moved to his temple and he subsided, seeing a slight move from the corner of his eye but trying not to let on. "So…what're you going to do? Kill Dean and kill me now? I served my country but I sure as Hell never thought my 'country' would buy into this crap of…"

Giving the barrel of his Beretta a not so light tap to the man's temple, Bryan Markus wondered how this had all gone so wrong when he figured he'd have the upper hand once 'Agent Criss' had been taken care of.

"Richardson, pay very close attention to me," he began slowly, debating on killing his target's husband on principal's sake. "Yes, Stan Thompson pulled in a lot of favors actually to get someone from the Agency on this case and yes, my orders were to come down here and either cover or contain. Those orders now need to be…reconsidered considering who your wife nailed in this stunt."

Don's breath had calmed as he tried to make sense of that when something this Agent said clicked and he latched onto the ploy. "Right…Amelia grabbed a…another agent so you can't…you wouldn't cover for her or kill one of your own like Dean is for…"

"Good try except we both know your wife didn't grab a Federal agent. Just like we both know his brother isn't a Fed," Markus snorted though he was dying to get a look at the IDs being used in this scam but he settled on business. "I have killed for less than those reasons and on orders but…this time, this time your wife's little game isn't going to play out well and while any other agent sent in for this might do just what I was ordered to and…that may include killing the smart mouth son of a bitch on the floor.

"You got me and by grabbing Sam Winchester that has just screwed your wife over in ways that she can't begin to understand," he suddenly stopped, cocking his head as if listening then blew out a self-disgusted breath. "Damn. You've got that .22 on you tonight, don't you?"

Gasping as the 9mm was moved away as the Special Agent let his gaze shift slowly so he could turn his head just enough to see Dean Winchester had pulled a .22 caliber back up pistol from somewhere and was aiming it up at the man's back, Don didn't move but also began to catch some things that he'd missed before. Like this guy seemed a little too familiar with the hunter.

"Yep," Dean's head was still spinning, his ear was ringing from the Beretta going off too close to it and he was more pissed off than he had been only a few moments ago. "Backup holster in my boot which was good since the solider boy kept your attention so I could get to it."

"I hate Caleb even more for teaching you to carry it that way," Markus replied easily, not lowering his own weapon but he did step back from Don in order to slowly look at the elder Winchester. "Still using the rocker names on your IDs, I see. When're you going to figure out that idea's not going to work every time?"

"Probably when it doesn't," Dean shot back, defending his use of the more familiar rock names since even Sam had found it odd when they didn't. "

Slowly motioning that he was simply lowering his Beretta while dividing his attention between Don and the hunter on the floor, Markus rolled his eyes. "It didn't work this time, genius," he pointed out.

"You don't count," Dean retorted, lowering the .22 after another moment but still glaring at the Fed. "What's with the name change, Cabot?" he finally demanded, pushing himself to his feet while growling as his head spun a little too much for his liking. "Damn it, Bryan. I don't have time for a concussion."

Reaching out to steady the hunter, he pulled back when Dean tensed at the touch and knew enough to back off while ignoring the now confused Don Richardson as he reached down to pick up the files he'd dropped on the floor at his arrival.

"Mom got remarried after that werewolf tore Dad to pieces down in the Panhandle so I took his name when I enlisted in the Corps and then for the Bureau," Agent Markus shrugged, tossing the files on the table while not mentioning the crumpled photos that had fallen out of Dean's jacket during all of this. "Also, your head's too damn hard to get a concussion from just one little blow. Hell, I hit you harder than that when we were seventeen and that witch's spirit possessed your ass."

Deciding to wait to kill him until he'd gotten his brother back, Dean leaned on the table to stop his eyes from spinning but knew the moment he closed his eyes that it was a mistake but his memories of just seeing his little brother on that screen were too raw. "You know what's going on?" he asked tightly.

"Officially, my office got contacted by someone else in someone else's office to try to locate one Amelia Richardson who had gone off radar and her father was concerned that something had happened to her," Markus didn't miss the way Dean's face had tensed as Don went to find beers and guessed the man knew enough by this point not to ask questions. "Officially, my orders were to come down here or wherever it is I might get a lead and see how bad the situation was and contain it is possible or…cover if it came to that.

"Now, here's what my superior told me 'unofficially'," the Fed flipped open a file to push it over to Dean. "Stan Thompson's darling little girl has a record longer than what even you and Sam probably do combined but most of it was shut down due to age and her Dad's pull when he was still in the military."

Don had finally guessed that the two men clearly had some kind of past and the comment about a werewolf told him that he didn't want any more details, deciding to focus on his wife and what he could do to help Dean find his brother. "What?" he stared at the juvenile file that was nearly four inches thick. "She…how long…how did you get this?"

"National security can open anything when I play the right card," Markus replied, glaring at the smirk Dean had. "Still need Sam to hack you into places or did you learn to work a computer for more than just porn?" he knew he'd made his point and turned more serious as he moved a file aside to show what seemed to be a doctor's report.

"She's been in and out of shrink wards since she was ten. She began acting out in violent ways when she was six and tried to stuff her babysitter's cat in the dryer. Then there was the time at ten that she decided to tie her cousin to a tree and cut his fingers off…she'd cut two off before the boys' mother got her away from him," he lifted his gaze to meet the heated green ones he knew were on him. "It gets worse but it seems like Daddy has always covered for her…until she was thirteen and used some OTC sleeping pills to drug a neighbor boy and…tied him to a pull out bed in her Dad's barn for three days and began to learn the ways of sadism."

"Oh, but she's perfectly normal," Dean shot the ex-soldier a glare while wondering how the hell this got buried all these years and why the woman hadn't been locked up before now. "Why's she walking around free and not in a padded cell?" he demanded sourly. "Hell, I had a damn Fed hounding my every step for less than that."

Deciding not to get into what he could on that subject right then, Markus shook his head. "Her Dad had some good friends and he bought off a lot of people to keep it quiet. When the last hospital flat out labeled her a danger to society he signed her out AMA and dropped out of sight for about a year," he twirled a pen on the table while considering what he'd been told. "My boss said Thompson paid people to be playthings, hoping as she got older the 'urges' for rape and worse would go away. I'm taking it that they didn't go away?"

"Crap like that doesn't 'go away'. It gets worse," Dean snorted, having encountered his fair share of the sexually depraved in a life of running cons in bars. "Hell, you should know that. Your mother was a shrink when I knew her."

"I do, she still is and she would still kick your ass for using that term," the Agent replied, debating before pushing a thinner file toward the hunter. "Her Dad promised the powers that be after an especially stubborn family lost their only son when he was just eighteen that Amelia was over it, that she was happily dating a guy and would be getting married…were you just blind or that in love?"

Aiming the question toward a clearly uncomfortable Don, the Federal agent slid some evidence photos of that last body found that could be linked to his wife's games and kinks. "As she got older, the urges didn't go away. She just improved her methods for gaining victims and increased the lengths she'd go to get what she wanted from them.

"The FBI profiler I talked to after getting this dropped in my lap described her as one of the most dangerous kind of sociopaths walking around loose because she can fit in with the real world, fool them into thinking she's so innocent and play to their own weaknesses…don't rip that file, Winchester…and then once she gets close she drops the other shoe," he could see Dean from the corner of his eye and hadn't missed the range of emotion flashing on a face he knew hardly ever showed his true feelings.

"Her MO has been pretty straightforward…until now," he began grimly, not bothering to squirm under the heated gaze that shot his way while laying out the facts as he had them. "She sees someone, usually a man since most if not all of her victims have been makes between the ages of seventeen and twenty-five. Once she sees a new one, she begins contact which can be anything as simple as a greeting or faking a breakdown along the road. Then she starts to figure him out, what makes this guy tick and what she can use to make herself the perfect woman for him…at least in her mind.

"Once she gets him to a point of being comfortable around her, of trusting her, of feeling something for her that's when she makes the next move which normally has been to drug him with GHB, get him to where she's using as a lair for that moment and keeps him doused because she has no trouble getting off with a guy who's a drugged and drooling mess but then she gets demanding and things turn more physical. The more the guy fights, the better she likes it because in her warped mind that gives her a right to punish him.

"The usual run for a victim is no less than forty-eight to seventy-hours because once she starts with the use of toys or weapons to start hurting the victim they don't seem to last that long and her attention runs low once they stop being 'fun' to control or humiliate," he tapped the laptop that he was pretty sure had nearly become a casualty of the infamous Dean Winchester rage. "Our tech guys found a whole list of hard-core porn sites that she's used to run sex games or just to share her experiences."

Stretching long arms above his head to try to relieve the building stress in his shoulders, Agent Markus heard a pop as he looked between the men. "I've seen a lot of sick crap in my life, before, during, and now with the Bureau but this lady is on a whole different level of freak."

"Yeah, I figured that out when I realized she'd been drugging my little brother for a year," Dean muttered, going between being half sick and furious as he read the files on this woman's life; a life that his soft hearted brother hadn't a clue existed. "Wait…Sam's twenty-nine right now cause he'll be thirty in May so…"

"She's changing her MO for this one, I know," Markus knew what Dean was thinking because he'd thought it too the moment he realized who the victim was this time. "There's something about Sam that makes him different to her because it's not just the age that she's changing up but also the use of the more advanced drugs.

"With Sam, it's like she doesn't so much care about keeping him out while she'd doing her thing but she wants a part of him to be a willing participant, even if it's not his mind and she's basically mind controlling him she wants him to see and know what's happening."

Dean had no doubts on that score since he will never be getting rid of those images any time soon when something Don told him earlier came back. "The guy you said she nailed in Vet school, what did she do to him?" he demanded, wondering when her MO had changed or if his brother was just been chosen for some sick reason.

"We hadn't gotten married yet but were in the talking about it stage when I noticed she was spending a lot of time away at night and…then it hit the papers about a guy I knew went to school with her disappearing," Don shook his head, hating himself that he hadn't seen through her lies then and that he'd bought into them again.

"I began looking through her personal files on the computer and found out she'd been researching into what Ketamine could do to a human if used in the right doses and also…rent receipts for a tiny place on the outsides of Lubbock where he lived at the time."

Scowling as he scanned his files again, Bryan Markus made a mental note to slap the research morons who'd let that one slip by them. "That's not in here," he motioned to the file, wondering how many other ones weren't in the system. "What happened?"

"It took me a day or so after he vanished to put the pieces together with stuff I'd heard whispered about by her family before going to see for myself," he still could see it if he allowed himself to and wished he didn't have to now. "Amelia was raised by her father mostly and had picked up a lot of stuff that surprised me when it came to locks, security and stuff but I was taught by a cousin how to pick locks and was able to bypass her locks and found her in the basement with…him."

Both Federal Agent and hunter exchanged looks and knew this wasn't going to be good as the ex-soldier who'd lost so much before coming home now was on the verge of losing the rest of what he'd believed was his life.

"That place didn't have all the stuff she has in the basement but…what she did have she certainly knew how to use but even without going close to the guy I could see it was too late," he looked up at a sharp breath and shook his head. "He wasn't dead, though I'd wish to be if it had been me since she'd burned him so badly on his chest and testicles that it made me sick but…the drugs. She'd used too many or the wrong kinds for so long, he was gone for a week, that he just wasn't…there anymore, y'know?"

"Ketamine's dangerous by itself but would result in a dazed state of confusion and prolonged use would possibly result in full time brain damage," Markus hummed low, understanding that this victim had been the woman's first in a different level of play. "Now she's mixing it with scopolamine and those two together… damn!"

"I threatened to leave her if she didn't quit what she was doing. I said I'd go to the cops but…Amelia's a master at manipulating and she knew I couldn't resist it when she cried," Don sighed in disgust. "Her Dad covered for her again. Paid the family or something to not press charges and since they were kind of well-known and didn't want a scandal, agreed. The last I heard, the guy was in some mental ward since in a vegetative state and she swore that it was done once we got married but…"

Standing to go over to a picture of him and Amelia smiling at the camera, he looked back grimly. "I never quite believed it and when she began to get more…aggressive in bed or with the things she wanted to try I…took the easy way out and enlisted. I figured if she was married it would slow her down but…I just wanted out and when I got back and saw Sam…God, I am so sorry."

Knowing that the worst thing the man could do right then was apologize to the elder Winchester when Dean was only a moment away from certain rage, Markus stood to casually keep himself between the two. "Okay, safe bet that she didn't stop her games while you were gone but Kermit's a small town so she might not have done it here yet. What made Sam so special that she'd change her MO so much?" he asked, speaking more to himself right then but hissed when a hand hit him in the head.

"Oh, I don't know…how about being 6'4", two hundred plus of solid muscle, floppy hair, huge hazel eyes and a heart that's still too soft about some things?" Dean rolled his eyes, having seen more than one person ogling his little brother. "The geeky little kid you knew changed a lot and as the guy who spends most of the time watching his back when we go to bars I guess that type of thing appeals these days."

"She always said Sam was perfect, that he fit every need and the mold perfectly," Don shook his head. "I didn't get it. I always thought she meant because he liked animals and seemed so self-sufficient but now…I think there was something else that appealed."

Thinking back to his youth brought back an image of a thirteen year old kid just beginning to grow with soft hair usually longer than his Dad liked with huge brown eyes that seemed to be able to melt the hardest heart but especially worked well on his stubborn older brother.

Markus also remembered that Sam had been almost constantly glued to Dean and that it didn't take much to cause that old brother side to spark red hot if Sam was in danger or even looked at wrong.

Taking into consideration the effect the passing years might've had on those big soulful eyes to what he'd seen in more than one file on the Winchester brothers, it didn't take long for the Fed to figure out exactly what made Sam Winchester so appealing to Amelia Richardson.

"His innocence," he muttered, shooting the look of shock on Dean's face a smirk. "Get it outta the gutter. I don't mean literally unless you locked that kid up for the last sixteen years but also unless you began showing him the seedier side of life that you and Caleb liked then Sam's still got a type of innocence to him that would appeal to the worst side of this woman's mind."

Pausing while considering what he'd seen on that screen to the photos to what he'd heard come from Amelia's own mouth as well as some odd behavior from Sam over a couple harmless, or he'd meant them as harmless, comments Dean had made, the hunter began to get the picture.

Sam had been running on fumes of grief and fear when he'd come into Texas in search of help finding Dean. Those two emotions had always made Sam seem more open, more naïve despite what he'd gone through in his life.

Hitting the dog had probably sent his brother's already stretched emotions into overdrive and by the time he got to the clinic, he'd have been like a neon sign to this pervert.

"They'd keep Ketamine in the clinic for the animals and she probably used that until she got him here," he could once again see the fear in his brother's eyes and wanted him found, no matter if he did suddenly have the annoying interference of a Federal agent that used to be a hunter in training. "That live feed didn't give me a clue and…someone remind me to shoot my phone," he muttered. "Good news only, Garth."

"Got none of that," the thin hunter responded, wincing as something could be heard smashing from behind him. "That feed went back live but this time Becky can't find a way to shut it down and…Hey! Don't smash that! We may need it later. Sorry, Becky's a little…pissed off at the moment."

In all the times that Dean had run across his brother's super fan he'd never once heard her use the type of words he could hear from the background now and the fact that she was using them worried him…a lot.

"That…bitch…she…that was a live taser baton she shove up into him!" Becky was in between furious and disgusted as she tried to grab the phone. "I can't shut it down this time because there are too many firewalls but I did get a zip code for the ISP she's using."

"Somewhere in Beaumont, Texas," Garth got his phone back. "She can't find an exact address but Kevin's trying to backdoor the system to get a closer idea. Dean…you need to get to him because…"

As the phone went dead, Dean didn't think it was an accident Garth disconnected as it was plain whatever the hunter had seen this time had disturbed him and the shocked disgust from Becky, who Dean knew held some really odd thoughts, told him all he needed to know.

"She know anyone in Beaumont?" he demanded, ready to move now that he was sure that Don couldn't give him the answers he needed to save his brother. "Friends, family or…"

"Stan lives in Beaumont," Don looked up, an expression of pain clear. "I can't say for sure if he'd condone this or not but he might find some way to cover for her."

Wondering how far it was Kermit, Texas to Beaumont, Texas, Dean shrugged that away. He'd figure it out once he was moving and only let out a low snarl when the hand touched him. "If you want to keep the hand I'd move it, Agent," he warned tightly, not needing to be delayed any more when another thought hit him. "Your bosses sent you down here as a favor to this bitch's old man. She's got Sammy so if you plan on following orders then you better kill me now."

Having known from the moment he figured out who this case involved that he'd have to weigh his loyalties very carefully and he'd have to make the right choice when push came to shove. "My job was to see what was happening. Then to cover or contain as needed," Markus shrugged. "Right now, my target still needs to be found and for that I think we're on the same page.

"I also know Stan Thompson's address and can at least pull off the federal thing with a bit more…finesse right now," he put in, tightening his grip even though he knew how tightly Dean was wound right then. "Dean…you need help because busting in on this guy won't get you Sam but it will get you arrested and who'll help Sam if you're locked up?"

Dean hated when logic was used to counter his plans. It was annoying when Sam did it but it was more so because he knew the other man was right but he just couldn't get it out of his head that he was wasting more time than Sam had right then.

"I'm not playing by Fed rules, Bryan. Getting Sam back won't allow me to and I am getting him back," he warned slowly, needing to know they were on the same page. "This guy covered for her before. He probably still is, meaning he could know where she's holding Sam and…"

Flashes of blood, of hands touching his brother, muffled screams came back and a burst of white hot fury passed over him as another feeling slowly came back; the feeling of eerie calm he'd felt in Hell before taking a knife to another soul.

"Sammy's not the only one who's changed. I've changed too and not in good ways. I will skin the bastard if he knows where this bitch is or where Sam is and I'll shoot anyone who gets in my way of finding my brother," he shoved out the door without another thought.

"Including me," Markus sighed, not doubting the truth before that unspoken threat because he had seen Dean kill for Sam and suspected from what little he'd seen in files over the years that his friend had probably done it again or worse in order to keep the younger Winchester safe. "This should be fun," he decided, grabbing his files while eyeing Don and making a decision. "You're with me until I see how far this has spread."

Not wanting to risk the man calling ahead out of some warped sense of loyalty, the Federal agent waited until Don Richardson had grabbed a jacket and had to admit he was shocked to see the 1967 Chevy Impala still parked where it had been. "I figured you'd be halfway there."

Dean had figured that to especially when his every nerve was screaming to move, to go to Beaumont and pound on doors until he found some clue. That was what his heart was shouting as it relieved everything he'd seen tonight.

The hunter in him on the other hand was reminding him that Bryan Markus's words were right. He couldn't help Sam if he was in jail or dead and the other man did have something Dean needed without wasting time on Garth to find out…

"I need an address and…your promise that you won't stop me from doing what I need to do to get Sammy back," he hated needing anyone's help, especially a Fed but Dean had to hope that the part of Bryan Markus that had once been his friend was still there and that he still knew how Dean would react to a threat to his brother. "Bryan…this is Sammy and I've let a lot of bullshit come between us but…I can't leave him or let him think that…"

Hearing the break in the hunter's normally steady husky voice told Markus how much strain Dean was under to cause it and he sighed. "I can't have a mass murder hit the evening news, Dean," he complained, handing over the file with an address in Beaumont. "I'll cover your back for as long as I can but…there are limits to what I can or will ignore.

"I'm sorry but…I'm not a hunter and my job has rules," he hated them most times, like now when to do his job he may have to let a sexual deviant go free and risk the life of an innocent man that he'd always known should not have been in this life. "Sam…Sam is…"

A hand was quickly around his throat when Dean moved with a lot more quickness that he'd remembered from their youth but he made no move to fight back…mainly because he knew that would just get him killed faster than this job might yet.

"Do not say that Sam…that my little brother is not important because I happen to think he's a lot more important than some twisted sex fiend that needed to be taken out years ago," he gritted, eyes like lethal green lasers boring into the other man's. "You do your 'job' but stay the hell away from me doing mine because old time's sake won't mean much if I have to choose between saving Sam and icing you."

The Impala roared off as if not caring if the black sedan that belonged to the agent from Homeland Security followed or not.

"Will you…will you try to stop him from saving his brother?" Don wasn't sure what to make of this Fed but he knew whose side he was firmly on by this point and would do what he needed to in order to make sure Sam Winchester came out of this alive, if not whole.

Letting every curse and swear word he knew roll off his tongue as he had to push the speed up on his Bureau issued sedan just to catch up enough to see the Impala's taillights, Bryan Markus finally looked next to him as if the man sitting there was insane.

"Stop him?" he blinked then laughed, not really as amused as it might have seemed to a complete stranger whose only dealings with the elder Winchester had been just this night. "Richardson, there have been maybe four people that I know of who could stop Dean when he'd this pissed off. Three of them are dead and the fourth…well, your wife better pray that I can get a handle on Dean before she hurts that kid too badly because only Sam can fully deal with him in this mood."

Tires speeding down the blacktop toward another Texas town, Dean struggled to keep control of both the car and his own darkening thoughts but it was nearly impossible when every time his eyes moved to the empty seat beside him the near suffocating fear of losing his brother hit him.

Furious at himself for not seeing all the tell-tale signs in Sam that had been there and he'd missed each and every one. The signs of abuse so bad that his brother didn't even seem to know the extent of them…signs that he'd seen in Sam a few times in their lives and they were the ones that he'd sworn never to allow to happen to Sam again.

Dean was mad that he'd allowed so much bitterness to fester that another sick freak to was able to use Sam's emotions against him.

Wishing, not for the first time in recent months, that either their Dad or Bobby was still around to maybe offer advice or a good ass kicking when he needed it, Dean swiped a hand over his burning eyes while a quick look into his rearview mirror showed the sedan keeping up with him.

The Fed's involvement also changed things since Dean couldn't be sure which side of the fence his former friend would be on when it came to getting Sam out of this alive and he'd lost so many friends before that he hated to think of having to shoot this one…especially when he knew at one time Bryan Cabot…now Markus had been as good as he was in fighting.

The only huge difference between them then and now was that where Bryan hunted or fought because he'd been told to, Dean lived, breathed, hunted and fought with one main goal always in his mind: protect Sammy.

Sam had been his world for close to thirty years and once again it took the threat of losing him to take away all the doubts in Dean's mind and no Federal agent, friend or not, would keep him from saving his brother and ripping the lungs out of the bastards who'd touched him.

"I'm coming, little brother," he whispered, hissing a curse out as his phone suddenly blared. "What?" he snapped, not looking at the ID since he'd assumed it be Garth again.

"Dean."

Kevin Tran's voice was not who the hunter had been expecting, especially when the would-be Prophet was supposed to be working on translating their half of the demon tablet.

"What's up?" he made himself settle his voice since it wasn't the kid's fault that Dean had screwed up big time and let Sam get kidnapped by some sex/BDSM addicted freak.

"I took a break from the tablet to do some hacking since Garth said he and…Becky weren't having much luck," Kevin wondered how either hunter would react to the fact that the half of tablet now rested in the screen of the laptop he'd been using. "So anyway, aside from shutting that feed down again and introducing a virus into the system that will nail anyone trying to get it back up, I also located some other…stuff and…you and Sam're the only ones with those tattoos, right?"

The uneasy question made Dean pause but it also caused his foot to press harder into the gas pedal. "More than likely, though I'm sure other hunters may have them in different places. Why?" he asked warily.

"Sam's also got a mark…on his back, doesn't he?" Kevin held his breath because he could hear the way the older man's teeth were clenching. "On his neck and then on his thigh?"

Both were older, Angel and vicious hunter attacks but Dean knew of the exact marks Kevin was talking about but he couldn't be sure of from what he'd seen if those marks had been visible…though he was certain he'd missed a great deal of Amelia's video work.

"Not on the feed. There are photos of…Sam on another website with her username but…I didn't need to see his face to…" Kevin winced and was glad he wouldn't be getting the brunt of the hunter's rage. "The date stamp puts it in the timeline of when you were…gone."

"You telling me that bitch, when she drugged Sam before, took photos and…" Dean was now positive that he'd rip her apart with his bare hands but fought to calm down. "Tear them down, Kevin," he ordered lowly, refusing to have anything up anywhere that could one day hurt Sam if he got him out of this. "I don't care what you have to do or what it takes but…"

Pleased that he'd already done his part to make certain those pictures wouldn't be seen anytime soon, Kevin tapped a finger. "I did and I also tipped a few Federal databases that some porn sites were breaking more than a few laws so that should take care of them but…my main reason for calling was something I saw on a chat room."

"This is turning worse than finding out people write stories about me and Sam…and some of them literally scare the hell outta me, dude," Dean didn't need to think there were chat rooms out there where people with kinks like Amelia made small talk…especially if some of that talk involved his brother. "Just drop it on me, Kevin. I'm driving so don't give me a stroke so nutshell it for me."

Taking a moment to find some way to do just that, Kevin ran through it again in his head before taking a deep breath. "Couple people were talking and I guess they know the lady because they said she plans to…sell him when she's done cause she said he's fighting so much even with the drugs sometimes that a good dose will burn his mind and just make him good for…sex.

"Dean? Hey, you still there or…yep, guess you are," Kevin figured by the array of curses being hurled at and about Amelia Richardson that the woman didn't stand a chance of living out the week. "How far away are you?"

A look told Dean that he was at least three hours away from Beaumont at his current speed, which once he pushed the Impala to her max would cut it down and he just had to pray Sam could hold on that long and Stan Thompson had a brain in his head.

"I'm getting him back," he said it more to himself than to Kevin as he hung up, digging into his pocket for the amulet to recall the night his little brother had given it to him. "Hang on for me, Sam. I'm getting you out of this or Bobby will be kicking my ass."

The drive to Beaumont took what seemed like forever to Dean. Then he was forced to admit defeat and allow the sedan to take the lead while driving to an isolated ranch outside of the town where Stan Thompson now lived.

"Yeah, this doesn't spell all kinds of weird, does it?" he muttered, stepping out of the Impala and not bothering to switch jackets since he didn't care if he looked like a Fed or not right then. "A single guy living out on a ranch with barely any animals and no one around for miles to notice anything was going on? Nope, that's perfectly normal."

"According to the boss it was a new move, just in the last three months," Bryan Markus replied, having taken off his official dark jacket during the drive and not putting it back on in favor of just allowing his sidearm to be seen in its holster. "Ranch had a number of outbuildings…including a ranch manager's house a few miles out, buried in the woods."

Running his tongue over his teeth at that revelation, Dean's basic urge was to move. "That still mean we need to talk to this asshole?" he hated talking in the best of times and this was not one of those. "You could do good cop and I'll just go…she's got my brother, Bry," he stressed as the look of weary resignation.

"I know that and I want Sam away from her as much as you do but you do not want this jerkoff to call the local cops on us at the first gunshot and we both know there will be shots fired here," Markus now understood why John Winchester had always been so testy and wondered how the man had kept himself sane while dealing with his oldest son.

"We go in, see what he knows…maybe put a bullet in his kneecap and then you can go gank whoever you want up to a point," he finished, trying not to notice how easy it was to slip back into his old speech habits or the burst of relief in Dean's eyes that he wasn't stopping him yet. "Just don't kill him until I try to talk to him?"

"Dude, I'm a professional," Dean sounded offended and chose to ignore the reply he got in return while eyeing Don. "You want to see him or stay in the car?"

Hating to admit that his father-in-law had never been his favorite person to see to begin with, the ex-soldier shook his head. "He needs to face that covering for her, helping her hurt people…it has to stop. He doesn't like me anyway so…I may as well see this through."

Hoping he didn't have two loose cannons on his hands, the Agent stepped onto the porch when his ears picked up on something one didn't forget and rolled his eyes. "Mr. Thompson, I'm Special Agent Markus from Homeland Security," he called out while seeing that Dean had also heard the sound of a rifle being cocked. "You called in some favors to get help for your daughter and…Mr. Thompson, put the gun down because if you shoot at me I can promise it will be a mistake."

"That how 'official' Feds talk these days?" Dean smirked; hand on his .45 in case it was needed and because he really did want to pull it on the man.

"No but it seems being around you is a bad influence on me…again," Markus shot back, hearing the door being unlocked and stepped out of the way in case the man decided to do something foolish. "I really should ask to see the permit for that thing."

Stan Thompson hadn't been sure if his remaining friends in Washington would send anyone this time since it was plain they'd been keeping tabs on Amelia's activities as well and this latest one hadn't gone unnoticed.

He had hoped as his daughter got older, when she'd married that she'd stop with the things she seemed obsessed with doing but he'd somehow known after visiting her in Texas, after seeing the young man she'd moved in with that…that she'd found her next plaything.

When she'd called him last week crying, begging him to help her it had torn his heart to consider not helping her since he realized Amelia had gotten used to him cleaning up her messes but this one, this one was the worst one yet.

Usually Amelia only called on him to help her after she'd had her fun and needed a way to cover it up and while it wasn't the first time that she'd wanted to bring her fun home with her it was the first time that she'd done it with other people involved and that was what truly alarmed the older man.

Amelia's tastes, her desires had grown darker as she'd grown but this was the first time that Stan had ever walked in on one of her games and he knew that he would never forget the horror, the gut wrenching shock he'd felt at seeing his daughter and another man abusing a boy that Stan could tell had been drugged by something.

"She's…she's my little girl," he stated as he stepped onto the porch and looked past the agent to see his son-in-law. "You…you…she loved you. Why wasn't that enough?"

"Mel loved me to make herself seem normal but I wouldn't play the games she wanted and I couldn't take her demands so I left for the Army," Don Richardson seemed sad but he also wasn't going to be used as an excuse either. "She never stopped doing this. Oh, she might've found other ways to get her kicks without hurting people but…she's gone too far now. You met Sam, you knew she'd fixated on him and you know he didn't deserve this."

"She…Amelia said he's the last. She promised that he…Sam isn't like the others that she wants to keep him and…" he sensed the move only a second before Dean had him against the door with his .45 in his face. "Who the hell?"

"My brother is not some damn pet to keep on a chain!" he hissed, fury glittering on his face and only a hand on his arm kept him from pounding the older man into a bloody pulp for suggesting otherwise. "Your daughter's a sick bitch that you'd covered for long enough but this time she didn't grab some poor kid whose parents you can buy off. This time she grabbed my little brother and as the Fed behind me can tell you…touching Sam in any way is not a good thing!"

Agent Markus didn't seem distressed by Dean's move, in fact he seemed more amused while also a little surprised that the hunter wasn't being more violent yet. "Stan Thompson meet Dean Winchester. Sam's big brother and someone you really don't want to make mad."

"Wha…" Stan looked from the agent to the man that had him pinned. "Amelia…even Sam said his brother was…I thought Sam's brother was dead," he suddenly felt sick. "She told me this time that Sam had a breakdown finally. That his grief over his brother mad him believe his brother was alive and that's why she kept him drugged so much. That he…"

"Oh, shit," Markus knew that would push Dean's last button and had reached out to latch on to the arm that was just moving to smash the man's face in. "Dean…"

Already furious with what was happening, terror building the longer he didn't find Sam, this new revelation finished it for him and he easily shrugged off the restraining hand.

"Sam thought I was dead. Sammy was weak from not sleeping as he tried to find me when that bitch first drugged him last year!" he snapped, refusing those memories since it was too easy to see it now how his brother had fallen into the woman's trap. "She drugged him, kept him chained in a basement until he was under her control and then when I did come back, she decided it wasn't good enough.

"Your daughter showed up at where we were staying, drugged Sam, had a few buddies beat him up, forced him to write a note to me that would make me think he'd left and hoped I'd buy it! My brother didn't have a breakdown, Thompson. He was kidnapped by your daughter and she'd bragging in a couple chat rooms about selling him when she'd bored with him," Dean's voice dropped to the tone that was used only when he was about to pull the trigger on someone he'd decided had gone too far.

"I want my brother. I've seen what she'd done to him since she likes an audience and sent it live onto the internet but I'll be damned if Sam'll suffer anymore," the .45 cocked menacingly close to the man's ear. "You know she has him! You're covering for her and letting my brother be hurt by her and those sick perverts! Not happening. Where are they?"

Deciding that he needed to actually do his job, Markus stepped up to finally pull Dean off while keeping himself between them but he'd pulled his Beretta as well. "Covering for her isn't going to work anymore, Mr. Thompson and I think you know that," he began slowly, feeling the heat from Dean's eyes as they glared though he was more interested in what he was noticing in Amelia's father. "I think you also know she's not going to stop and that she went too far over the edge. She's gone into areas that there is no way back from and has been into the sociopathic serial range for a long time."

"She my daughter!" Thompson yelled, feeling sick and furious at the same time. "You have no idea, none of you, what's it's like to raise a child on your own! To know she's…different and not know how to help her! She's all I have and…"

"Sam was six months old when our mother was killed in front of him," Dean broke that rant off in a tone that seemed off even to him. "I was four years old when my little brother was put in my arms and told to run out of our burning house. Our Dad kind of went extreme in finding out what killed her so…I basically raised Sammy."

He suddenly chuckled even though he felt like raging against the world. "I don't know what it's like to raise a child? It's been mainly Sam and me for as long as I can remember. I taught him to walk, to talk and nearly everything else a kid needs to know…I taught him. I've protected the kid for as long as I can remember and even when I found out how…different he might well become I never stopped loving him or protecting him. Even if he thought otherwise," he offered a smirk of disgust to Thompson. "You want to protect your daughter? Well, I damn well intend to protect my brother from her."

"You're supposed to help me. You were sent to help Amelia!" the man shot Markus a look of desperation as it begun to sink in just how deep his girl had gotten this time. He glared at the blond Federal agent. "You were sent to protect her! He wants to hurt her so…kill him!"

As Dean's eyebrows raised and Don moved a hand toward the handgun he'd brought with him, Bryan Markus's face stayed calm in the result of that declaration. "That's what normally happens when you call in help, isn't it?" he replayed his orders in his head and then what his boss said as he was leaving.

"'Officially you're supposed to control, contain or cover for this woman, Bryan. Her father's called in favors a lot of time to keep his little girl from going to jail or a mental ward for some of the stuff she's done and I guess he feels that she's really got herself in the deep side of shit this time. Those are what the official orders are to keep the local state rep happy. My orders to you from the men upstairs are to go see what the hell she's done and use your own judgment on how to handle it best to make sure this never happens again.'"

"Cover, contain, hide, threaten, bribe, whatever else needs to be done," he saw the nod and also caught the way Dean's pistol was moving. "This time things are a little different since I was told to use my own discretion as to how I handle this matter," he looked out toward the dark woods before finally meeting Thompson's eyes as he let a little of the trained Fed in him slip aside to replaced by something he hadn't been in years.

"Even under normal circumstances I wouldn't help you cover for her because I have this little issue with sex fiends that drug and torture people," he admitted grimly, stepping closer with a change in his eyes that left no doubt that he was not a friend or ally that Stan Thompson could get to do what he wanted. "This time, however, is different because I sure as hell am not going to cover or help her drug, torture, and rape a boy that I actually know."

Thompson felt his stomach drop as the Beretta touched his chest. "No…they said you'd…he's nothing. He's just another punk. He likes what's being done. It's the way they play it but…"

A hard fist landed in his stomach and a fist to the face drew blood as his nose broke. "Wrong thing to say," Markus stepped back as Dean's fist landed again. "You're as deluded as she is to think any of those people wanted done to them what she did and unless you want to join your daughter in a cell…or a grave depending on if I choose to stop Dean, I suggest you tell me where she is and where she's got Sam," he advised.

"Stan…tell them," Don urged, understanding the loyalty but knowing there was a line. "This isn't right. You know and I know she needs help. Dean's not the kind you can buy off if Sam's hurt too badly. She's crossed the line this time. Stan! She's letting other people hurt him and…"

"I know!" Thompson yelled back, holding his bleeding nose while slumping to the porch. "I…when she called this time…I thought if she was close I could maybe control it or stop her if she went too far but…this is the first time I've seen her use other people and…" he looked up into Dean's hard stare. "He said your Dad was in the Marines?"

Taken a little off guard both by the question and by the fact that Sam had actually mentioned their Dad to a stranger, Dean slowly nodded. "Yeah, he was," he replied, on guard. "Dad and Sam were more alike than either thought but he changed a lot after our Mom died."

"Will…will you kill her?" Thompson asked, looking at Dean rather than the Federal agent since he wasn't stupid enough not to realize who was really in charge of his daughter's fate.

"More than likely," Dean saw no reason to lie to the man because after what he'd seen her do to his brother and expecting to find worse when he got to them he knew his temper would be running his emotions. "She hurt Sammy in ways that I swore no one would again and I've done worse than kill to protect that kid. I won't lie to you and say otherwise…unless the geek in the suit gets in my face," he offered, sliding a look to the Fed who offered a unique hand gesture in return.

Stan Thompson knew that no matter what he chose he would never have his daughter back. Either a cell or a hospital would be her fate or worse as a look into those hard green eyes staring him down told a clear story that Dean's only concern was saving his brother even if the older man had doubts if that was possible now.

"I let her use the manager's place down in the woods," he finally sighed, accepting that he'd done all he could to protect Amelia but he'd finally hit the point where nothing could save her. "I…I don't know how many people are with her or…I don't know what shape the boy's in but…please, Agent…if possible don't let her die."

Markus knew the odds of him pulling that off were next to impossible since Dean was off the porch the second the location was known. "Except for shooting him, I have little hope of controlling him," he replied, pulling his handcuffs out. "I guess I don't have to say this is the best thing for everyone right now?"

"I'll stay here," Don offered, figuring the Fed didn't want to take the chance of Thompson either calling the cops or getting involved more. "Just…help him find Sam?"

"That's the plan," Markus didn't like leaving either man but he also knew Dean needed backup, especially since he'd seen the hunter run on pure emotion before and it was never good. "Dean! Damn it, wait up!"

A piece of Dean felt sorry for the older man but it never failed to amaze him that while nothing demons did surprised him it was the human side that was constantly shocking him.

Stopping by the Impala to grab some stuff he figured he'd need in one way or another, he'd been halfway down the path when he heard the footsteps behind him. "You suck at stealth."

"You suck at listening too," Markus shot back, having grabbed his backup weapon as well as a semi-automatic machine pistol just to be on the safe side. "You tear into this place and odds are good they'll kill him."

"They aren't demons or professionals, Bryan. They're nothing but sex addicted sick perverts who get off on hurting people any way possible," Dean countered, having already plotted this as far in advance as he could. "Besides, the bitch is over confident since she knows Daddy's protecting her. Odds are good that we can get in without even picking the lock and get close before anyone even knows that time is up."

Bryan Markus hated when Dean was right but a quick look around the perimeter, which was Dean's only compromise, told him that there were no guards, no security or anything around the one story ranch style little house. "I hate you," he muttered sourly, though he felt relief when Dean didn't kick in the front door.

Dean stopped as soon as he stepped in because the whole place just gave him a bad feeling. He'd been taught to listen to those gut feelings but right then all he could think about was finding Sam. All he wanted was to get his brother the hell away from this place and burn it to the ground with the freaks inside it.

Having seen only one car other than Amelia's outside gave the opinion that perhaps not all the people were still here but even one extra person was too much of a risk to Sam as Dean let his eyes roam. "Basement?"

"Probably," Markus agreed but didn't like the thought of going into a basement without knowing what they were facing.

He was about to suggest a brief recon when that idea and all others were taken away by a sound coming from below. A sound he knew even before he saw the way his friend's face paled then went blank that meant any chance of stealth or slowness was over. "Dean, don't…son of a bitch!" he hissed, bolting after the hunter and knowing that whoever was foolish enough to get in the elder Winchester's face now would be dead a second later.

He just hoped it wasn't him.

The sound muffled by both hard wood floors and a sturdy locked door couldn't quite hide the agony and panic in Sam Winchester's ragged voice as his body shook from shock, pain, and drugs.

Sam's memories were hit and miss since the constantly administered drugs kept him dopey and unable to fight back even though his head knew he needed to.

Though after nearly fifty some hours of continuous drugs, abuse, pain and sex without any food or water he was too weak to do much and that seemed to be when things picked up.

"That's it, Sam. Scream for me," Amelia's face was alight with pleasure as she ran the vibrator down Sam's heaving chest again before pressing it down over one of his bleeding nipples. "Show me how much you want me, baby."

Since losing the live feed, she'd figure out what happened to that when she let Bruce have another turn with Sam, she's been playing little games with him.

Cutting back on the constant drugs, she'd only been giving Sam enough of the combined mixture of Ketamine and Scopolamine to keep him pliable to orders but not so drugged out that he wasn't straining since both she and one of the few people who'd remained liked to see him fight.

She'd loved it and had gotten off quite well after Bruce, a muscular red haired man she'd met in a bar, had tied Sam's ankles up to the hooks beside his chained wrists which was an amazing thing to watch before using both a vibrating dildo and his own massive cock to amuse himself.

Amelia had always wondered about sharing one of her toys and with Sam it seemed perfect since she knew his brother wouldn't be looking for him and so many people had expressed interest in his strong body that she decided to experiment this time.

Keeping Sam drugged allowed her control to get him to participate in some of the games but she had to admit it was amusing to see the way his muscles strained or how he'd try to beg when she gagged him…though she'd taken the gag out for the moment as she laid beside him.

Sam was tied back to the bed poles for the moment though she'd left that one interesting little vibrator stuck in his ass to assure even more pain and enjoyment as she pressed down on him or Bruce played.

Watching Sam's glassy eyes try to stay open reminded her that she'd pushed him far harder than she'd done any of the others she'd had other the years but he'd been the best, especially since she was using so much more on him.

"Sammy," she cooed while moving to lay over him, kissing his face until she found his mouth which was dry and cracked from the last ballgag they'd used on him though as she ran her tongue over his lips she still tasted Bruce which reminded her of how much Sam had tried to fight that time but was forced to do what he was ordered to. "Kiss me and maybe I'll take this nasty ring off."

Amelia slid a hand in between them to lightly touch the cockring she'd put on Sam hours ago and knew it was dangerous to prevent him from coming for this long but just loved the sounds he made as she brushed it with her nails.

Feeling him respond to the drug as his mouth opened under hers, she drove her tongue in to viciously run it along his mouth while hearing him moan against her, his body straining up as if to buck her off. "No, no," she whispered, biting his neck since she'd learned early on he enjoyed that or did so under the drugs. "Stay still or the next time Bruce has you I'll let him use those other toys he brought."

Sam's mind was dull. A part of it knew this was wrong and that it had always been wrong but the side that the drugs controlled just wanted to do what Amelia wanted to make her happy but the pain was too bad now and Sam tried to fight it.

When he was able to push past the pain he thought of his brother and cringed. Dean thought he'd left and he could remember writing that letter to his brother. If Dean believed that letter then he'd never even bother to look for him and…thinking that he'd never get free of this or never see Dean again, let him know he hadn't meant what that letter said terrified him nearly as much as thoughts of Amelia letting that guy near him again.

"…stop," he managed to whisper, surprised that he was able to vocalize it since he hadn't been able to talk unless ordered to in so long. "Amelia…stop. Don' do…God!" he struggled to lift his hips up to stop the burst of pleasure and pain as she shoved him down until that damn vibrating plug in his ass made him shake. "Please…let…"

Kissing him again to cut off the pleads, she groped until she could find the needle to give a new dose with but only offered half since she wanted him alert for what was to come. "Stop fighting, Sam," she ordered, sitting up to straddle him while lifting his throbbing cock in her hand to place it where she wanted it and seeing the way his already blown pupils went glassier. "I'll make you happy and then while I get the camera set again up you'll play with Bruce."

Sam strained his arms despite the burning in his blood to give in, he wanted free. He once again thought of Dean and wished his brother knew he was in trouble but knew that Amelia had fixed that and he'd be trapped here or wherever until he either died or gave in.

His heart was pounding fast as it did whenever she injected him and Sam wondered if maybe he'd just die of a heart attack and be free of the pain, the humiliation and the shame of Dean's reaction if he ever learned what he'd done or what had been done to him.

Trying to let his mind slip away, to any place in his subconscious where he wouldn't have to feel or watch as the woman he thought, had been made to think, he loved more than he'd wanted to look for Dean last year, slowly lowered herself down onto him and began to move, the pain in his already agonized cock making him try to scream but only a low moan came out.

"He likes that," Bruce laughed as he came to stand beside the bed to watch, getting hard already as he watched the tears stream down the boy's pale face as Amelia rocked herself on him while handing him the electric roller to run down their toy's body. "You gonna take that ring off before you ruin him?"

Gasping as Sam's body responded to the drugs and her urges, Amelia threw her head back as she worked to get herself to her peak while watching as Sam tried to move, to get relief either from the but plug that Bruce had turned on a much higher speed and was growing to make sure it hit the powerless hunter's prostate each time she came down hard on him or to make the pain in his cock go away but the ring at its base made it impossible.

"Does my Sammy want to come?" she leaned down to lick his neck and hearing him cry out despite her orders not to. "I'll let you…if you do something for me first."

Shutting his eyes against the burning tears of shame and pain, Sam could feel the needle again and knew this would be another of her games that involved him being an active part of his own rape because the drugs weren't strong enough now to make him believe this was anything but.

While his mind knew that, his body was fighting its own battle and he instinctively tried to jerk away when the larger hand reached down between this spread and tied legs to grab the end of the plug and start jerking it out before slamming it back up with a laugh at the scream that came.

"You jerk again and when I take that out, I'll ram something else up inside that tight ass, boy," Bruce hissed, seeing Amelia nod and knew he was about to get his turn as he moved his hand up to try to find the release of the cockring while brushing a finger up against Sam as it came loose just as he hit the remote for the plug again and listened to the scream echo in the room of horrors.

"Good, good boy," Amelia shouted, digging her nails into Sam's tight shoulders as she moved up and down to find her own release before digging a nail down when she realized that despite the pain he was in from having worn that restraint for so long Sam still was holding back. "Sam, you want to come. Do it before I out that ring back on and use that double dildo that you love so much."

Sam's mind was about gone. The last drug had blurred his thoughts to the point where he was hearing things that he could only dream of now but he had no control of his body as either Amelia or the sadist she brought in to play with whispered in his ear and he screamed silently as he felt the release come.

Pressing down against the boy to hold his hips to the bed, making the pain in his ass all that more intense, she gasped as she felt Sam's body instinctively climax from just the relief of not having the ring cutting off the circulation to his straining shaft and the feel of her on him.

"Yes! Yes, just like before, Sammy. Give it all to me and I'll reward you," Amelia smiled tightly as her eyes gleamed, feeling his attempts to thrust his hips up despite the way he was tied and picking up the small knife she used to cut little lines on his raw, bleeding chest. "Tell me what you want, Sammy," she leaned to kiss his face but scowled as he tried to pull his head away. "That was bad, my Sammy."

Taking a handful of long, grimy hair, she jerked Sam's head back until she could kiss him again then pulled the long belt like restraint over to force his head to stay straight. "No moving that mouth, baby," she stayed on him while deciding if she wanted to force him again or let Bruce have a turn while making his eyes open. "Look at me, Sam. Tell me what you want."

Sam wanted to die if he could say that. He didn't want to remember the last fifty some hours or the fact that his brother was probably long gone and not worrying about him and since Dean thought that Sam had willingly not looked for him then he couldn't blame his brother for believing this lie.

Wishing he could turn his head away from the madness shining from brown eyes he thought he'd believed in, Sam made his own blurry eyes shift to look anywhere but at either of his captors when he blinked.

Tears and drugs made his vision iffy at best, along with the beating his head had taken after an especially brutal round but Sam felt his heart clench as he thought he saw something just beyond Amelia. "…De'n."

"Oh, no, my Sammy," Amelia smiled smugly, running the knife tip down his chest with just enough pressure to draw blood again. "Your big brother is gone. You told him how you felt about him and he won't come looking for you. Your brother hates you and he would if he knew what you've been doing with me and my friends," she frowned a little when she noticed that Sam's slim attention span wasn't on her right then but he seemed to be staring at something else.

"Look at me, Sam!" she snapped, slapping his face while drawing blood with her nails. "You're mine! You will belong to me forever or until I'm bored of you but your brother, your precious big brother that you so wanted to find before I took you, will never want to find you or be with you again."

"Wanna bet, bitch?"

TBC

A/N: Anyone still here? Sorry this one took longer. I got delayed due to heat and no A/C but that's fixed and hopefully CH 5 will be up sooner to see what happens with Amelia. Will Dean kill her or will Agent Markus do the legal thing? How will Dean get Sam through this now if the drugs have hurt him more than what he's been enduring?