Authors Note: Thanks for all the nice response's even though the fic is a tad bit creepy. But you all know me I'm a creep lol. In other news I have two fics lined up and waiting when this is done so I guess that's good news well bad for me I have so much work to do *groan* but I'll get it done…sometime. Hehehe. Thanx Charity

Dean gripped the steering wheel tighter as his foot jammed up against the pedal. He was still seeing red and he couldn't believe he let Bela do this right under his fucking nose. How could he have untimely let Sam into harms way and he even joked about it to his face! The poor kid probably thinks I'm not coming.

Dean shook his head sadly, as his grip tightened if that was even possible. Please god don't let her have done anything. He could deal with a bruised ego and deflated pride but he couldn't deal with something like that. He just couldn't. Not with the stress of the deal and everything else on his shoulders. How the hell would he bring Sam back from that?

The sun just started to peek above the horizon and he was pretty sure Sam was gone for over 6 hours or better. How the hell had, he let that happen? How? It's just not fathomable.

He tried to switch emotions quickly because despair and failure wouldn't get him anywhere but anger and rage now that he could work with.

Sam tried hard not to scream he did. Each time Gert's fingers felt there way around his body had him flinching and actually whimpering. Honest to god whimpering. As if, the damn physical torture wasn't enough Gerty. He couldn't really see the lash but he could tell it was superficial. Gert then decided it would be fun to play doctor afterwards placing cute band-aids over it making it hurt worse.

He swears on all that is holy if he gets out of here he is going to torture Dean nice and slow and somehow use Duran Duran in his methods.

"Does it hurt?" Gert whispered as she laid next to him her breath ghosting next to his ear.

Sam flinched even as she said it. Her close contact making him want to itch. "What do you think?" He deadpanned. He gave up on witty comebacks or being nice. He's fucking naked for god sakes so he figures everything should be out in the open.

"Should I make it better?" Gert insisted as she began to kiss him again.

Sam turned away trying not to watch as her ripe lips kissed up his chest making the lash hurt worse. He winced as he closed his eyes tight letting a tear escape.

"I think this one's all better."

Sam blew out a breath of relief and sagged into the comfortable mattress. That was about the only good thing out of this situation.

"I think I need a new one to tend too."

Sam's eyes flew open at that. He didn't want a new one this one was bad enough. "No, Gert please." He tried but Gert was already on the move for that damn blasted whip. He went to yanking on the rope again his hands slick with blood now but even with his hands wet and slippery they weren't budging. "Ple-

"AAAHHH!!!" He stopped his pleading as the whip came down on top of the previous lash. His scream echoing throughout the small room. "Ple…." He drawled off whimpering as he pulled uselessly at his bound limbs.

"You know the magic word baby."

Sam wheezed as it seemed getting oxygen became hard. "Dean." He breathed. Gert obviously took the first time his frantic yell of Dean as being his safety word so how fucking embarrassing is that on top of all things.

Gert smiled as she lowered the whip. "This looks to be bad I might have to fix it."

Sam groaned as his eyes rolled around in there sockets. This is turning out to be the worst fucking day of his life.

Dean rolled up to the Case house as silently as possible not wanting to disturb Gert. He shut off his engine as he grabbed his Colt pistol as he slowly slid out of the car. He wouldn't kill a human. If push came to shove, Sam's life was in danger, and it was the only option left he do it without hesitation though no questions asked. He was just hoping his gun would scare Gert into stopping whatever the hell she was doing.

He slowly made his way up to the door and opened it noticing how it was unlocked.

The house was quiet…too quiet.

He held his piece out in front of him as he did a search of the house. Every light was turned off and it seemed as if no one was home but he knew better. Sam was here he could feel it.

Making his way around the corner to the staircase, he heard it. A slight whimper almost a word and he knew who made that noise…Sam.

He didn't dare make a sound but he sure as hell picked up speed as he made his way upstairs. The noise grew louder and clearer. As he stopped at the door, he could hear what was being said. Dean.

Kicking down the door with his piece in front he almost had to puke at the sight he was met with.

Sam-

His Sammy was tied to a bed.

Naked-

His chest a bloody mess with Gert placing various bandages over the wounds. His blood boiled at the sight. He blocked out the image of his little brother nude, of an old woman in nothing but a bra and underwear, of a goddamn whip! All he focused on was someone hurting Sam. That's all he needed.

He quickly brought the gun up so it pointed to the ceiling and he fired.

Everyone in the room jumped except himself. He had to stop the amused smile from reaching his face when Gert fell right on her ass. He got a clear view to Sam's face and Sam almost melted his cold exterior with the look of relief that flooded his eyes. Dean smiled at him as he turned to Gert who was now trying to get up off the floor. "What the fuck are you doing to my brother?!"

Sam couldn't have been more happy to hear a gun go off in his entire life. He knew the sound of the gun, he knew the specific gun and he knew without a doubt who fired it. He let his head fall back onto the pillow with relief as Gert took a tumble to the floor. Dean can fix this. He can fix this.

He lifted his head partially trying to get a glimpse of his brother and for a second there eyes met. Relief just flooded through him and before he could stop it, he was crying. Honest to god bawling.

He couldn't stop. Through the sobs and the veil of pain, he heard his brother's angry retort. "What the fuck are you doing to my brother?!" He let that be enough as he slowly slipped back into the mattress letting the veil of unconsciousness take him away.

Dean vs. Gert? Or is all as it seems. I promise Dean isn't going to kick a grannies ass. It would be cool but that would be downright wrong. We see some hurt/comfort next. Plus Bela when she doesn't want to be found well you know that story. Glad your liking. Feedback is appreciated. Thanx Charity