Innocence Implied

Disclaimer: Don't own anything to do with Supernatural, sigh just play with the boys and then send em home again...More or less in the same condition as when I er...

Summary: Dean is 21 and Sam is 17.

This is the continuation of my Innocence Trilogy so if you haven't read them it might pay to go and read them first and then come back here. I promise the story will be here waiting for you when you get back.

S—D

Chapter Five: Party of Five

Then:

'Who?' John and Bobby asked in unison.

'Ed had a so-called son around the same time Claude had taken Sam and Dean.' Forrest added as the pieces started to fall into place for him. 'He would have been aged between ten and twelve at the time.'

'So he would be in his mid-twenties now?' Bobby asked, 'do ya think that he's been the one doin all of the legwork for Ed?'

'He disappeared off the radar when Ed went to jail it was assumed that he was passed onto another member of the inner circle.'

'How old was he when he was taken?'

'No one knows for sure John, probably around the age Dean was Ed seemed to prefer them slightly older.'

'So this party is tonight,' Josh said as he drained his coffee, 'and I got an invite.'

Now:

Singer Salvage Yard

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

'Well what the fuck are we doing sitting here then on our thumbs?' John demanded, 'where is it being held?'

'I have to wait for the text, it'll give me directions but John, we have to be smart about this or we'll lose our chance to get the boys.' Josh said not liking the darkness shining in the distraught father's eyes.

'Josh is right John if we go in all guns blazing we could lose them for good,' Forrest said, 'we make a plan and we stick to it.'

'Do you have any idea on what they are going to do to Dean and Sam?' John asked his voice low and evenly balanced, he was beyond anger; now it was controlled white rage.

S—D

Claude took the brace off Sam's leg and smiled coldly as the boy whimpered and flinched from his touch he could literally taste the fear emanating from him. 'Shh Sean it's alright, everything is alright Daddy's going to make it all better.' He cooed as he picked Sam up and dropped him into the filled bath tub chuckling as he watched Sam struggle to sit upright. 'What's the matta boy? Lose your grip?'

'F-fuck you,' Sam ground out as he desperately tried to pull himself out of the scalding hot water.

'Such language for a little boy,' Claude scolded as he knelt down next to the tub and fisted Sam's long hair pulling back viciously, 'I should wash your mouth out with soap.' With a cold sneer on his face, Claude picked up the bar of soap and forced it into Sam's mouth.

Choking and unable to breath Sam fought weakly against the iron-like grip holding his hair with one hand while he scratched and clawed at the hand forcing the soap into his mouth.

A bluish tinge formed around Sam's mouth as his eyes started to roll backwards until only the whites were visible, as he slumped bonelessly back into the water Claude finally pulled out the soap and tossed it aside, and then he pulled Sam into a seated position and slapped his back, just between the shoulder blades, sharply forcing air into Sam's compromised lungs.

Spitting up the flakes of soap and bubbles Sam choked and coughed back to consciousness with a weak last act of defiance he lifted his head and spat a globule of phlegm, soap and blood a grimaced smile played on his colourless lips as he watched it land on Claude's chin then slide down his throat leaving a pinkish slimy trail behind it.

'You little bastard,' Claude roared as he forced Sam's head under the water holding him there while he watched the boy struggle under his grip. He waited until the last moment and then allowed him up, taking delight in the way Sam struggled to take a breath. 'You will learn Sean, one way or the other you will learn.'

'My … n-n-name … is … S-Sam.'

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Dean felt nothing as Ed molested him under the guise of showering him. His eyes were open but glassy and unfocused; his body remained upright but showed no outward sign of life except for the shallow movement of his chest. Dean was no longer there, he hovered in the mists, finding that special place he had so long ago, and he smiled and floated towards it. Nothing could touch him there; there was no pain and no humiliation.

Although he knew deep down that he couldn't stay there for long, not like he used to. He had to find Sam, he had to protect his little brother, it was his job, but more than that Sam was his life.

Ed tossed the scrubber on the floor of the shower and turned it off, stepping back he admired his handiwork, the boy's skin was almost glowing with cleanliness red raw in places in others bruises were already forming. As he stared at Dean he realised something was not right, with an angry hiss he slapped the younger man's face sharply but when that didn't elicit a response he roared in frustration, cutting Dean down he pulled him out of the shower cubicle and tossed him onto the tiled floor. Straddling Dean's torso he leant down until his nose almost touched Dean's and stared deep into the vacant green eyes. 'Don't you dare runaway from me,' he snarled, gripping either side of Dean's head he lifted him slightly and then bashed him against the floor, jarring him back into reality.

'Do that again and I will kill your brother in front of you.' He said calmly as he watched Dean come back and his awareness levels rise.

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Claude took his time in drying Sam, rubbing the coarse towel over the fragile flesh with harsh movements. As he moved along the long slender limbs and torso Claude felt the old stirrings come back and smiled his anger with Sam gone as fast as it came. Although the boy still had to be punished, he mused as he moved to towel dry Sam's hair.

A cold smile played on the lips of his meatsuit as Claude decided on the best punishment for such an errant little boy. Dragging Sam across the tiles he effortlessly picked him up and dropped him onto a chair. Within a few minutes he had Sam's arms and legs bound to the seat, and then tore a towel into pieces and used one long piece to wrap around Sam's throat securing it to the high back of the chair. Whistling softly he moved around to stand in front of his captive, a smile widening on the man's face when he finally got Sam's attention by waving a pair of sharp scissors in front of his eyes.

'You have to be published for being so naughty while I bathed you Sean so I got to thinking that little boys do not have long hair.'

'N-no, p-please d-d-d-don't,' Sam stammered as the realisation of what was going to happen dawned on him. 'I'll b-b-be g-g-g-good.'

'Too little too late Sean,' Claude grabbed a handful of long silky chocolate coloured strands of hair and started to cut, the sight of Sam's unbidden tears exciting him even further as he hacked away at the length, not stopping until he had cut it in a rough short back and sides. Taking a step back he admired his handiwork for a few minutes, 'next time I will shave it all off Sean, do not test me.' He said hissing into Sam's ear before turning to go and retrieve the brace and the small pile of clothing from near the door.

In shock Sam offered no resistance as Claude proceeded in dressing him in white, soft baggy white cotton pants with a drawstring and no fly, a white T-shirt covered by a white satin shirt leaving it unbuttoned. He replaced the brace over the pants and then covered Sam's feet in soft white slippers. Finally, he used a comb to flatten Sam's newly cut hair giving him the appearance more of a twelve year old than a seventeen year old.

'Beautiful, simply beautiful,' he cooed running a fingertip down the side of Sam's face, 'I could eat you, but unfortunately we are expecting guests.'

Sam stared at him dully, vaguely aware of what was happening, and turning his head slightly to the left he caught his reflection in the mirror over the basin. His green eyes glittering with tears as he took in his hacked at hair, and hollow cheeks as he swallowed deeply and set his own resolve, he would shed no more tears in front of the freak or anyone else.

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Dean and Sam were both carried out to a waiting car parked at the rear of the house, both boys were gagged, blindfolded and had their hands cuffed behind their backs. They were pushed into the backseat and then Claude and Ed fastened collars around their necks, followed by thin chains that were fastened to hoops on each side of the car. They were effectively trapped in the vehicle without any means of escape.

Frantic to know that his brother was next to him Dean moved his right leg slightly until it bumped Sam's left one. They pressed their knees together and both visibly relaxed slightly, knowing at least they were together and not separated, not yet anyway.

S—D

Singer Salvage Yard

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Josh jumped nervously when his cell phone chimed indicating a new message, licking his lips he glanced at the others before reading the text.

Party Address is Warehouse 8, 3233 Colver Lane Sioux Falls.

Starts promptly 9.30pm.

All guests to wear provided masks or will not be allowed entry.

He cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his greying hair, 'time to get ready.'

'Colver lane, that's not far from here,' Bobby said as he pulled out a battered looking street directory, 'industrial area … fuck they're only a few blocks away.'

'So how do you want to do this?' Forrest asked looking at the three hunters, 'I can't just roll into the local sheriff's office and demand assistance.'

'Yeah that and if we turn up with the law the boys will be dead before we can reach em.' Bobby said as he watched Josh get up and head to the door, 'where do ya think yer going ya idjit?'

'Out to the truck, gotta get my stuff.' Josh said and hurried out dreading the reaction he was going to get when the others saw what he had to wear and what his mask was.

When he returned to the others he gave them a sheepish grin and raced upstairs to the shower, he had to get his head together, he had to do the best acting performance of his life if he was going to pull this off. The thought of the evening ahead made him sick to his stomach but he had to make sure he was in complete control.

After showering he dressed slowly, allowing himself to come part of his new persona. After doing up his shoe laces Josh pulled himself up to his full height of six feet exactly, his tuxedo jacket fitted perfectly across his broad shoulders, the emerald green cummerbund snug around his trim waist matched his bowtie perfectly. At the ripe old age of fifty-five he was in shape, he had silver streaks in his black hair and a few wrinkles around his sparkling brown eyes but could still turn a lady's head when he cleaned himself up. Although, he preferred dressing in jeans and flannels with steel-toed boots, 'ya still got it Joshua,' he grinned as he checked out his reflection, 'still got it for sure.' His grin faded as he reached down to pick up the mask, shaped to look like a hawk's beak and eyes, it was trimmed with green feathers and gold sequins, the mask was designed to cover the upper half of his face. His cover was The Hawkman, an African American businessman from Boise, who has a fetish for young men generally aged between sixteen and twenty-one. He steeled his emotions, pulled out his wallet and stared at the photo of his own sons Brody and Rick, nineteen year old twins. He hadn't seen them for nearly a year but he managed to keep an eye on them anyway. His wife died when the boys were babies, unable to care for them at the time his parents raised them. As he became a hunter, he had less contact with the boys mainly to keep them safe, no one knows of their existence and that was the important thing. Keep them secret, keep them safe.

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Dizzy and disorientated Sam couldn't stop the whimper from slipping out when someone yanked him out of the car and pressed him against a wall. Straining he could hear scuffling and felt the rush of air as Dean was pushed roughly against the wall next to him.

Their blindfolds were removed suddenly making both of the boys blink rapidly as they tried to get used to the sudden shift in light, slowly they were able to focus on each other Dean's eyes widening in horror when he saw the hacked haircut on his brother.

'Alright this is how it's going to go, you are not to speak unless either myself or Claude gives you permission,' Ed said making both of the boys look at him, 'David you will be with me and Sean will be with Claude, tonight is a chance for us to introduce you to your new uncles. You are not to initiate any contact with any of your uncles unless you have express permission from either of us. You will eat when we feed you, you will drink when we give it to you. You are to remain at our sides at all times. Any infractions to these rules will result in swift and painful punishment. Nod if you understand.'

Knowing for now that they had to play their parts both of the brothers did a curt nod and then in unison they heaved sighs of relief when the gags were removed, although the collars and cuffs remained, 'David you may help your brother walk inside but I do not want to hear a word from either one of you.' Ed said as he picked up the end of Dean's chain, 'let's get this show on the road.'

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Pale faced, Dean sat on the floor with his back against the wall still dressed in the white pants and shirt he was forced to wear for the evening. Sam was curled against his side with his head resting on Dean's lap, his braced leg tucked up as close as he could to his chest; he had the cloth of Dean's pants fisted tightly with his right hand.

'I am so sorry Sammy, I'm so sorry.' Dean kept repeating as he absently combed his fingers through Sam's tangled hair. Tears shone in his eyes darkening their normally green hue to almost black, he refused to shed a tear for what happened to himself or for Sam instead he preferred to plot his revenge, a slow and painfully humiliating revenge.

'De?' Sam tightened his grip on Dean's pants leg and swallowed convulsively until his brother acknowledged his uttered name.

'Sammy?' Dean blinked and pulled himself out of his black thoughts, 'hey Sammy you with me again?'

'De did you … the – the man w-with the – the g-g-green m-mask?'

'Yeah I saw him … why?'

'He – he l-looked …'

'He looked familiar?' Dean finished for Sam as he wrapped his arm around his little brother and pulled him closer, 'yeah he did, didn't he?'

'L-l-looked l-l-like J-Josh.' Sam muttered through his yawn, 'm't-tired De.'

'Wanna hop up on the bed?'

'N-no, no c-c-c-can't s-sleep,' Sam cried out as he pushed his face against Dean's knee, 'I'll s-s-see th-them a-a-again.'

'Ah Sammy,' Dean pulled at Sam until his brother's face was flush against his chest as his tears fell. Sam felt Dean move him closer and let go of his brother's pants leg instead he fisted his hand in the back hem of Dean's shirt. Hot tears fell down Sam's whiter than white face soaking into Dean's shirt but neither brother cared as both were lost in their own horrors and memories of the last few hours.

TBC