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Lauren hated her power. Whoever decided that she should have it sucked. Sometimes she'd get these visions, not like the ones Sam used to get, these were different. She only saw pain, suffering, particularly the people she was close to. Like the man she loved. She was at the store when she saw it. The barbed wire plunging into his back. The laughter erupting from the crowd. And Lindsay. That bitch was gonna die if it was the last thing Lauren ever did.

The visions didn't hurt her physically, mostly mentally. And when she saw Dean like that, she had to hold herself up to keep from collapsing. Her groceries fell, and she darted out of the store as soon as she could stand. She called Sam and told him what she had saw.

She knew Sam couldn't breathe, that he wished it was a bad dream. She knew how angry he was and that he wanted his brother back now. Lauren wasn't going to rest until she had Dean back in her arms. She knew what had happened was only going to get worse.

She shook her head, trying to focus on driving. An old Garth Brooks song hummed lightly in the background. Lauren smiled sadly and tears filled her blues eyes. Dean hates country music. But he put up with it...for her.

"Dammit Dean!" She cried, slamming her fist into the dashboard. She had always been taught not to get attached. This time she didn't listen. She loved Dean and he loved her. But why did it have to hurt so much?

"I'm gonna find you babe." She whispered. "And I'll kill anyone who gets in my way."

Lindsay had left him alone. She went to talk to the dude in blue. The blood dripped down his body, the damp March air sticking to him. He knew this wouldn't last. He eyed her carefully.

She and her leader muttered softly, he nodded solemnly several times. Then Lindsay smiled and nodded. She said a words he recognized as thank you. She walked back over to him.

"I've been given permission to keep going. Fun for me, not so much for you." She smiled, she was only inches away from him. Dean shivered. "But now the question is," She said, running her hand up the inside of his thigh. Dean tensed. "What I should do with you." Dean hadn't been fully aware of the exposure of his body...until now. She reached the top of his leg and grabbed his flesh. "Do you have any idea what I could do to you?" She whispered, starting to squeeze.

"Nuahh!" Dean yelled. Lindsay smiled. She squeezed his manhood, tighter and tighter. "Gah! Mmmnuah!"

"Beg me to stop." She said calmly. Tighter. Dean screamed again. "Don't disobey me. Do as I say." Tears welled in Dean's eyes.

"Please!" He screamed. "Please for the love of god stop! I'm begging you please!" Lindsay closed her eyes, drinking in his pain. She let go. Dean's breath hitched in his throat. Lindsay leaned in and kissed his neck. Dean jerked away but she grabbed his head and pulled him back.

"Mm," She said. "I was right. You do taste good." She licked the side of his face, his ear, his neck. Dean continued to try and get away from her. "Hold still." Dean didn't listen. She got down just above his collar bone, and bit down as hard as she could.

"Ohhahh!" His cry pierced the fading night. She bit again, blood trickling down his neck. "No! nonono please stop!" Lindsay stepped back. She wiped his blood from her mouth.

"I told you not to disobey me." She gestured for the two large men to come forward again from the mocking crowd. Dean closed his eyes, fighting back the tears, determined not to let them flow.His dignity may have been diminished but it wasn't completely gone.

The two men undid the twine that bound him and let him fall. A loud roar erupted from the crowd. Dean moaned. One of the men retied his wrists together.

What am I gonna do...run away? The man grabbed his hair and hauled him to his feet.

"Sss." He hissed. They pushed him through the forest, he tripped and fell several times. Each time he did, he was kicked in the side and lifted up by his hair each time. After what seemed like years, they stopped. Dean looked down and saw a hole with a metal barred lid. One of the men lifted the lid. The hole was about five feet deep, its walls stone. Water had accumulated at the bottom from the past week of rain. The man stepped behind Dean, and pushed him in.

Dean landed hard. The filthy water splashing over him. The lid clanged as the man shut it. Dean looked up. Lindsay's face appeared through the bars.

"Remember, you speak, you disobey me. And you don't want to disobey me, do you." She smiled. Dean shook his head. "Good boy." And she was gone.

Dean sat up and huddled in the corner. The sky was pale gray and it started to rain. He knew he was utterly alone. That scared him. Even if he did scream no one would hear him. He licked his cracked dry lips. Water dabbed his head every so often.His body pulsed with agony. Blood ran into the water in the floor.No one would find him out here, and that scared him too. He wanted Sam. He wanted to see him and Lauren one more time. Realizing they wouldn't find him either, Dean buried his face in his knees, and cried.

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