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Secrets

Chapter 14 – Outside Help

Dean woke the next morning, a slight smile on his lips as he remembered the fun he'd had in the bar the night before. He slowly rose from his bed and made his way to the bathroom. As he moved past the other bed in the room, he stopped and stared. A moment later he shook his head in horror as another memory surfaced. "Oh my God Sammy…what have I done!"

Dean sat down heavily on the bed, his head falling into his hands as he realized what he had done. He had not only hurt Sam, but he had given him to the person who was most likely going to kill his brother. Sam had been right; Dean was a liability when it came to dealing with someone who had this kind of power. For the first time, Dean began to wonder if maybe he wasn't the right person for this job.

Reaching for his phone he dialed the number of the one person who he thought might be able to help…might be able to tell him how to save Sam without hurting his brother even more. "Hello Missouri?"

"Dean, don't you go thinkin' those thoughts boy…your brother needs you!" Missouri Mosley sighed as she sat at her kitchen table.

"Missouri….I didn't call to have you reading my mind…I'm tired of people using their freaky powers on me to get to Sam damn it…I need your help to find him and figure out a way to keep me from hurting him again!" Dean let the fear and frustration carry over into his voice.

"Don' you go talkin' to me like that Dean Winchester! Spouting off and feeling sorry for yourself ain't gonna get your brother back. Now tell me exactly what happened." Missouri already had an idea, but she knew it would help Dean to talk about it. She needed to get him calmed down. Of the two boys, she had worried about Dean the most after hearing about his father's death. She knew that Sam would suffer, but he'd work his way through. But Dean would bottle up everything until he either exploded or worse.

Dean smiled; it was nice to hear someone not ask him how he was doing for a change. "I'm sorry Missouri…" Dean quickly filled her in on what had been going on since their father's death. He told her about the promise his father had made him make and even let her know about his fear that one day Sam might go dark side and he would have to kill him to save him.

"Well, shore looks like you and that brother of yours have a full plate now doesn't it. I told your father to tell both of you sooner….but the man was stubborn. Thinking he could hunt and kill that yellow eyed demon all on his own…you know that he was trying to protect both you and Sam Dean. He would have done anything to keep both of you safe. Now, let's see what we can do to help even the playing field for you. Let me make some calls and get back to you Dean."

"Thanks Missouri…and well…just thanks ok?" Dean hung up the phone. He felt a little better, a little less alone. But he was still worried about what Trisha was doing to his little brother. Grabbing his keys, he decided to head over to her apartment again to see if Sam was there. If not, maybe there would be a clue to where Sam could be found.

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Sam moaned as the sunlight from the window hit him in the eyes. He looked around and sighed when he found he was alone. At least for the moment. The events of the past night came back to him as he felt the pain from the whip marks on his chest, arms and legs. The last thing he remembered was the injection that Trisha had given him as the blessed darkness took away the pain.

Of course, now he found himself tied face down on the bed, a gag in his mouth that was making it hard for him to breathe in his current position. He tried pulling on the ropes that held him, but only succeeded in making his chest hurt worse. He could now see dried blood on the sheet where his head had been, which meant that he probably had a wound on the back of his head too. That would explain the pounding that was still going through his head.

Sam had tried to reach Trisha again more than once the night before, but each time he thought she was listening, she rejected the truth that Sam offered. It just made his resolve to find the other children stronger. He had to get to them before the demon could poison their minds.

Sam felt the breeze from the front door of the cabin as it opened. He blinked as he saw Trisha enter with what looked like coffee and a bag of food. Sam's stomach rumbled as he realized he hadn't eaten for quite a while.

"Hey there my pet, I brought you your breakfast. I see you kept a good watch on our newest toy over there. I brought you your favorite…fresh café mocha with extra whipped cream." Trisha moved to the corner and smiled as the bag and coffee were quickly grabbed before the person moved quickly back into the shadows.

"You see Sam; if you are nice to me…I can be nice to you. Now wouldn't that be better?" Trisha moved over to Sam's bed and sat on the edge. "Oh, that's right, you can't talk. But I like you better this way…I'm tired of you lying to me Sam. So I think we'll just leave that in for a while longer."

Sam glared at the woman, letting his eyes speak what his mouth couldn't. "Now Sam, is that any way to talk about a woman?"

Sam blinked before he realized that she was reading his mind again. The drugs and pain must have made his mind weak…he should have realized that she didn't need words to understand what he was saying. Taking a deep breath Sam closed his eyes and concentrated on 'talking' to Trisha.

"Trisha, you have to stop this before it goes any farther. You are killing innocent people for a demon. He wants you to kill…he needs you to kill. But you are strong; you can resist him if you try."

"Sam when are you going to learn that I'm not interested in being saved…I like what I am right now…I love the power! But as long as you're here, I have someone who wanted to talk to you again!"

Sam knew what was coming as the pain in his head exploded. "Hello Sam, nice meeting you again." The yellow eyed demon smiled.

"Let her go you bastard!" Sam said as he tried to break the connection.

"I don't think so Sam…she is one of my favorites right now. She is stronger than Max, too bad she's not as strong as you though boy. So, you ready to accept me yet Sam?"

"No way you bastard…there is nothing you can do or say to me that will change my mind." Sam was groaning from the pain that contact with the demon was causing him.

"Well, we could always get your brother here and see what he has to say…how about a trade Sam…your body for your brother's life."

Sam sucked in his breath but he knew that Dean would never survive it if he made that kind of a deal. "You can try to kill him and you might succeed…but I still won't give in to you. I'd rather die first!"

"Well, unfortunately for you Sammy boy, that's not an option at this moment…we just need to work on you a little longer and I'm sure you'll see the error of your ways."

Sam screamed into the rag as the demon left his mind. He tried to focus on the room, but the nausea was threatening to overwhelm him. He couldn't throw up or he'd choke. Swallowing against the bile in his throat, Sam struggled once more against the bonds that held him tight. He had to get free before the demon make good on his threat to hurt Dean.

Trisha watched as Sam moaned and twisted on the bed. The muscles in his back bulging and glistening with sweat from what probably was the beginning of a fever. Trisha couldn't resist, she needed a little release. Moving forward, she began to lightly run her hands down Sam's back, following with her mouth as she tasted the sweet essence that was all Sam.

Sam jerked as he felt Trisha moving on his back. He shivered and tried to move away, but Trisha had him too tightly tied to the bed. He felt her kissing his back, moving further down his body, her hands leading. Sam shut his eyes, feeling the shame from knowing that his body was responding to her even though all he felt was revulsion.

Trisha could feel the tension in Sam's body and she could feel his humiliation. She laughed as she felt him trying to fight his body's response to her hands and tongue. The power was intoxicating and Sam was just so beautiful. Too bad it was time for another lesson. She could hear the yellow eyed demon getting impatient in her mind. He wanted her to break Sam, not enjoy him.

"I'm so sorry Sam, I really wish we could continue this, but maybe a little later…now it's time for you to be punished…all bad boys have to be punished don't you agree? And you've been a very very bad boy Sam!"

Sam jerked and screamed into the rag as the first lash from the whip hit his unprotected back.

TBC

Raven524: So, can I see hands of the ones who wish that they were Trisha a few moments ago…sorry I just couldn't resist a moment with a tied up Sammy. But I'm afraid he's in for more pain than pleasure. Let's hope Missouri can come up with a way for Dean to help Sam. Just keep the reviews coming…I love every one!