Sam woke up that morning wrapped around his lover. He looked up at the clock. '10:30' He looked over at the other bed and saw that Dean wasn't there. His bed was made up. He was never here. He sat up and looked around. Dean's stuffed was still in the room. He got up and looked through the window. The Impala was in the parking lot. It wasn't like Dean to go anywhere on foot. He turned to look at his sleeping boyfriend when something caught his eye. He looked back at the car, it was the keys to the Impala. Dean would never just leave those on the ground. He flung open the motel doorway and ran over to the Impala and grabbed the keys when he realized he was just wearing his boxers.
He walked back into the motel to find Gabriel staring at him with disheveled hair. "What's going on?"
"I think Dean was kidnapped."
"What makes you stay that? He was probably out with a girl a lost track of time."
"No, the Impala is sitting in the parking lot and I found these by the car." Sam said tossing the impala keys on the bed.
"Are those…"
"The keys to the Impala, Dean doesn't go anywhere without'em."
"Well, who could have kidnapped him?"
"Lots of people. We are pretty well know, Gabe. It couldn't have been an angel because of the brand on our ribs."
"So that leaves every supernatural creature and demon could have Dean except angels."
"It sounds bad."
"It sounds extremely bad." Gabe remarked.
Sam walked outside and looked around when he saw a security camera. "Hey, look at this."
"Well, look at that. Big brother is watching us."
"We need to get to those cameras." Sam walked back in the motel and flung some clothes on and walked up to the front desk.
"May I help you?" The man at the front desk asked.
"Hi, yes, um, is there any way I could get my hands on the security camera of the parking lot last night. My son ran off for a concert and I'm freaking out."
"Yeah, yeah, follow me." Sam followed the man into this room where the cameras were.
"You can go work. I know what I'm doing."
The man nodded and he walked out and Sam began looking through the footage of last night.
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"AHH!" Dean yelled as the man whipped his now raw stomach. "FUCK!"
"Are you ready to give up? Just say Uncle."
"Bite me!" Dean growled. The man smiled devilishly before shoved his cock into Dean's hole. "FUCK YOU!"
The man laughed and came inside Dean. "How about we get carving now?"
Dean groaned let his head fall back onto the bed. His breathing was labored. He talked to himself in his head. 'Come on, Dean. You went through 30 years of this. You can handle this.'
The man grabbed his knife and carved away for what felt like hours. The pain was intense and Dean was fighting consciousness. When he finally stopped he grabbed his belt again. He whacked Dean a couple time before getting back on the bed. The man was sporting raging hard on. Torturing turned him on.
Without any warning the man shoved his dick into Dean's entrance once again. This time he was a lot less gentle. Once the man finally came and Dean was almost cross eyed in pain he grabbed the knife again. After what he thought was three or four hours everything faded to black.
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After two hours of watching the footage he reached around the time stamp of 1:13 in the morning. He saw the Impala roll into the parking space. He watched Dean step out of the car. Sam could tell that Dean hear something. Out of nowhere Dean sways and falls to the ground. A mysterious man picks him up and throws him into a car and drove off. He had to find that man and that car.
Fucking humans. Sam stood up and walked back to his motel room. "I got a hit. It was a human."
"A human? How do you know?"
"He must have tranquilized Dean or something then carried him to a car and drove off. I'm guess he took Dean to a warehouse so can you do a sweep to find any sketch warehouse with a red Toyota Corolla with a New Jersey license plate?"
"Sure thing." And Gabe was gone.
While Gabe was gone Sam packed the motel just in case they had to get away fast. He put all the stuff in the car and waiting for Gabriel to return. After a 15 minute wait Gabe appeared with some good news.
"I found the warehouse. The car and I walked around the place. Somebody is screaming in there and the language that is being used it is definitely Dean-o. Now here's the kicker. It is covered head to toe in angel proofing and crawling with demons. Definitely Crowley. Even worse news, it's about a four – five hour drive away from here."
"Great, we better go now." Sam said walking to the Impala and Gabe got in the passenger seat to start their adventure to save Dean. "God, I hope Dean's ok in there."
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"Sonvabitch!" Dean was startled awake.
"Nice to see you awake again."
Dean moaned and looked around the empty warehouse. "So, what do you do when you aren't torturing me? Stare at me?"
"I only do what my orders tell me to do."
"Well, do your orders tell you to untie me so I can take a leak?"
"I can't untie you. I'm supposed to seat here until Crowley get here."
"Well, from what I have noticed, you get a major hard on while torturing me. I don't think Crowley's orders were to mindlessly fuck my brains out were they? I'll tell you this. I just did to piss. I'm definitely too weak to fight you."
The man walked over to the bed and got close to Dean's face. "Hold it."
Dean spit in his face. The man walked back over to his seat and wiped his face with his sleeve. Three hours passed and Dean was growing desperate almost begging. The man never moved. Dean moaned and squeezed his eyes shut. Ten minutes later Crowley appeared in the room.
"Squirrel, it's nice to see you. You look lovely."
Dean just grunted. "He hasn't broken yet, sir, but he does have to go to the bathroom. He's almost begging."
Crowley looked at Dean. Dean tried his hardest to shift and squirm. "Have fun with him. I want him to be broken. He'll just be putty in my hands. Do any to get him to break."
"Yes, sir." The man said as Crowley vanished again. The man clapped his hands together and smiled. "I'm going to have so much fun."