Time, Tattoos and Trouble.

Third in the Decebal Trilogy

Disclaimer: Not mine never was and never will be...sigh just my own fevered imagination and the odd original character.

Author's Note: I have loosely based this small town on Sleepy Eye Minnesota, now I have never been there, or for that matter, I have never left Australia. So after researching the town etc, I have created one of my own based on it. If there is a Sleepyville in Minnesota or anywhere else that sounds remotely like what I describe then I humbly apologise.

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Chapter 4 Oh Where, Oh Where, Has Your Little Brother Gone?

Bobby watched Dean pace over the last hour, at first his amusement at the muttering and cursing coming out of Dean's mouth was enough, but now it was just downright annoying. 'Dean calm down and sit down.'

'How can he just go like that Bobby?' Dean asked once again, 'what was he thinking?'

'Dean we're gonna find him.' Bobby tried to assure the younger hunter.

'Bobby, Sam's gone up against Decebal on his own.' Dean yelled frantically, 'you have no idea what that bastard is capable of.'

'Yeah well from what I see with that demonic tattoo of yours I have an inkling.'

'He's cruel and sadistic but more than that he gets his rocks off with ...'

'With what Dean?'

'Sexual torture, seeing just how far he can take his victim before he kills them, Gods Bobby, last time he crucified Sammy.'

'He what?'

'He had him nailed to beams of wood, that is after having him beaten, no more than beaten he was tortured and raped and then he had them drive nails into his hands and feet. He was unable to walk for so long.' Dean started to sob, long harsh sobs pulled from deep within him erupted with such a force he dropped to his knees, his entire body shuddering. 'I don't care what he does to me Bobby, but ... I don't think Sammy would survive ... not again.'

'We're going to find him Dean.'

'How?' Dean stared up at the older man, his mask gone for now, his fear displayed openly across his face and deep in his eyes. 'How Bobby?'

'First we gotta find out more about that tattoo of yours, I have a feeling that it's the key to all of this.' Bobby said gruffly, feeling a little uncomfortable with the emotional display from the usually stoic Winchester.

Dean heaved a shuddering breath and visibly shook himself. Scrubbing at his face with his hands when he finally stood and faced Bobby he wore his carefully crafted mask of blankness once again. His defences back up and this time fortified even more, no one would break them down again anytime soon.

'I do know that the tattoo is growing and the heat from it could warm the entire state for the entire winter, but what else Dean? And don't leave anything out.'

'It itches like mad.' Dean quipped trying not to scratch his chest again, with a deep sigh he pulled off his T-shirt the movement making him wince. He faced Bobby with a pale face and waited for some sort of sarcastic comment about the literally living artwork on his torso.

'Fuck Dean.' Bobby breathed as he bent down to get a closer look, he could actually see the tattoo grow as he watched.

'Bobby?' Dean shifted on his feet and started to feel the heat rising, 'I gotta sit down.'

Bobby helped the younger man sit down and then crouching down in front of Dean inspected the tattoo with a gentle touch. 'The detail is incredible Dean, you could swear that it is more than just growing, the fucking thing is alive.'

'What are you on about Bobby?' Dean demanded straining his neck to look at the tattoo upside down.

'Not so much the dragon although that seems to be where the bulk of the heat comes from, no it's the demon and woman, they appear to be living and breathing even though it is ink set into your skin.'

'What the f...?' Dean's back arched as a flare of heat passed through him, closely followed by scorching pain ripping the breath from his lungs.

'Breath through it Dean, breath through it.' Bobby tried to soothe Dean as he started to hyperventilate.

'Argh I can hear him Bobby, he's calling me, it, he's calling to the tattoo.' Dean gasped between each tortured breath. 'Damn it get him outta my head.'

'Concentrate Dean and breathe through it, you can do it son.'

'He wants me to ... ahh Bobby I can feel it growing, spreading to my back.' Bobby eased Dean forward a little to inspect his back, there sure enough, was the tail of the dragon starting to grow spreading across Dean's shoulder blades snaking across his skin. 'What? What is it Bobby?'

'The dragon's spreading across your back, your shoulder blades.'

'Fuck its burning Bobby, so hot.' Dean muttered trying to keep himself calm with the latest onslaught.

'Cold shower.' Bobby said suddenly, helping his ailing friend up he guided him upstairs to the bathroom, Dean's willingness to accept help made Bobby shudder. Suddenly feeling overwhelmed Bobby eased Dean into the shower cubicle and turned the cold water on, the spray of water sizzled as it hit his scorched skin. 'I'm gonna be right back Dean.' he said determined to call John again the man has to come and help before both of his sons are lost forever.

Ruby sat back, took a sip of her drink, and stared at Sam a faint look of annoyance on her face. Her prey, not a usual willing slave, but a prey given to her to play with, glared at her with a deadly stare. He openly defied her every moment she spent on him, and it frustrated her.

Panting heavily, Sam pushed aside the pain and the humiliation and kept his stare fixed on the woman, determined to show her that no matter what she did to him he would never submit. Never accept and would never, ever acknowledge her as his Mistress.

Decebal had told her in exact detail of what he had already subjected Sam to, and she had to admit that she was impressed, not only with the demon's diversity and obvious perversity but she was impressed with Sam himself. He still survived and remained sane after everything he endured.

The boy had spunk, shame in a way that she had to beat it out of him literally, he would submit to her and eventually to Decebal or he would die, it was simple.

Licking her lips, she regarded her prisoner carefully, even though she had a fully kitted-out dungeon downstairs, that was for work, up here in the sealed room she had to improvise. Kneeling next to the bed, she had Sam's arms stretched across it, with leather thongs tied around his wrists and attached to the bedhead and end. She forced his knees apart and tied his ankles to short lengths of rope to the feet of the bed. Crude but effective. His upper body showed signs of the strain, of being stretched across the queen size bed, a slight tremor ran through his muscles and a sheen of perspiration covered his entire body. Long red welts crisscrossed his upper back where she had used the cane on him; even then, he refused to make a sound or to submit to her. She tried dripping hot wax onto different spots on his body, nothing. She blindfolded him and fucked with his mind for a while but still no response except for the glare when she eventually removed the blindfold. Smiling wickedly, she slipped a noose around his neck and fastened it to the bed frame between his legs, one wrong move and he would strangle himself. Wide, wary eyes tracked her every movement in front of him as he forced himself to stay calm and to block out everything.

His breathing hitched when he saw her return carrying a hammer and long thick nails. Panicking he strained against the leather thongs and noose, unable to stop himself Sam started to struggle to free himself, making the rope around his neck cut into his skin. He moaned against the ball gag wanting to spit it out and to run. How could she know?

'You know Sammy; I have tried everything I know to make you submit to me completely but nothing, nothing seemed to work. Then I remembered something that my Master told me about you. He even had a video of the event.' Ruby put the tools on the bed in front of Sam and then left him again for a few seconds, returning carrying a piece of wood. Desperately Sam pulled against his restraints ignoring the sharp pain of his skin splitting and letting the blood to trickle freely, he had no real awareness of it, or of the rope biting into his neck. All he could focus on was the hammer and nails lying directly in front of him on the bed. Beneath the gag Sam started mewling, his green eyes becoming glassy and unfocused, as he fought to breathe normally through his nose.

'Ah I see I have finally elicited a response from you,' Ruby cooed moving behind Sam she lent into him running her hands down arms and then moved down the length of his body till she knelt between his legs. Her fingers roamed upward and snagged the object of her desire. Sam gasped and strained even harder as he felt her violate him from behind. Suddenly Sam found himself back in the last time he was at Decebal's mercy, the repeated rapes and beatings, came flooding back in glorious colour as he started to convulse. She was going to replicate it here and now.

Ruby found herself flying across the room, tumbling hard against the wall she watched breathlessly as the hammer and nails flew directly at her, embedding themselves in the wall around her head. Terrified she stared up at the tall young man standing next to the bed, the snapped leather thongs dangling from his wrists, his hair whipping around his face as the wind howled coming from nowhere.

Her breath caught in her throat as she stared up into his eyes, instead of their usual bright sea-green colour, his eyes flooded with a green so dark it looked black and silver flares gave them an unholy appearance. Then, without realising it, Ruby found herself in the kowtow position at Sam's feet.

'What the fuck is going on here?' Decebal demanded appearing in the room, his sudden appearance breaking Sam's trance, the young man turned his face to the demon for a brief second, blood trickled from his nose as his eyes bled back their natural colour and rolled upwards as he collapsed to the floor unconscious. 'Sam?'

'Master I – I don't know what happened?' Ruby sniffled as she slowly pulled herself upright.

'What did you do Ruby?' Decebal asked, knowing that Sam only reacts with a power display when he is pushed beyond his limits. Taking in the devastation of the room it must have been serious. Then his gaze dropped to the hammer and nails and it all became clear, 'did you use them on him?'

'No, no just placed them in front of him on the bed, he – he was being defiant and I wanted to regain control, so – so I –I laid them on the bed and moved behind him...'

'What did you have in mind Ruby?' Decebal asked calmly running a long talon like fingernail down her cheek.

'To take him from behind and then maybe use them on his hands.' Ruby whispered unable to stop herself from telling her Master everything.

Decebal remained silent for a moment as he stared down at the prone body of Sam Winchester, the muscular frame, the long lithe limbs, and that angelic face. He could hardly believe what he had submitted that boy to himself in the past. But he could be so freaking stubborn.

'Return to your duties downstairs Ruby.' Decebal sighed, knowing that Sam would rather die than become a submissive slave it was a futile effort. Instead, he would have to use his other plan instead.

'But Master what about? Surely you will let me finish?'

'Go now Ruby before I change my mind.' Decebal growled, flicking his wrist the dominatrix disappeared leaving him alone with the unconscious Sam.

Crouching down he gathered Sam easily into his arms cradling him gently against his chest Decebal brushed a light kiss on the hot, sweat forehead, and then the pair of them disappeared.

TBC