So here is chapter 5, I am a bit nervous, a few Dean fans maybe a little unhappy with this, but remember it's not his fault it's a trap and he will be back with a vengence.

Chapter 5--White Rabbit

John and Dean had been watching Kathleen's apartment for three days, but there were no comings or goings. They questioned her neighbors, but no one had seen her for a while. Dean was starting to become impatient, so they both went upstairs to apartment two sixteen and knocked gently on the door. When no one answered, Dean took out his lock pick kit and opened the door. As John surveyed the apartment, he saw there was a bed, neatly made, and a kitchen with rotten, moldy food inside the fridge. He took in every little bit; turning garbage cans upside down, he found a list with names, addresses, and times. There were at least four lists. He then went to the bed that had a night table and a lamp…nothing, he turned the bed upside down…nothing. He was starting to feel hopeless. He turned to call out to Dean when something on the ground caught his eye; he picked it up and stared at it in disbelief.

Kathleen had a photo of John with his boys, the one they took at a fishing trip out east. Their faces where scratched out, except for Sam's who had a heart around it.

"Dean, come see this." He called out.

"Dad, I think you should see this first," Dean called out from the bathroom; John pocketed the photo and went to the bathroom. "This is one crazy bitch!" Dean commented without any sarcasm in his voice as he pointed to the mirror almost completely covered with duct tape on it.

"Why the hell did she do that?" John mumbled and Dean shook his head. "Look at this." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the picture.

"Jeez she is a crazy bitch." Dean said as he eyed the picture wearily "Did you find anything that might help us?" He pocketed the picture.

"Nothing, but a list of names and dates, some moldy food, and this. Let's go." They both left.

Three days later

Dean could feel every fiber in his body was sore and stiff. He rubbed gently at his left shoulder and moved his head from side to side trying his best to alleviate the stiffness. He sat back, stretching more, he took his cup of coffee and sipped it as he looked around. He noticed a young girl smiling at him; he smiled back than turned away…she was too young and he had work to do. His father would be here any minute with a new lead on Sam. Man he was anxious; he began to tap his fingers on the table. He gripped it; now was not the time to get nervous. He decided to keep checking out the beautiful women; as he scanned the small café, he was getting a lot of looks from the lovely ladies. Of course he was he thought to himself, who wouldn't want to be with him? He smiled at this thought.

Than he saw her; a beautiful, tall red head. She was wearing a tight tank top and a pair of jeans that just hugged every inch of her very curvaceous body. Her eyes where blue, like his mother's, with plump red lips to match. She was more than beautiful, she was magnificent! Dean found himself staring; he never stared! He looked, he watched, he gave them his patented charming smile, but this time it was the woman who had Dean Winchester weak in the knees and hoping she would come over and talk to him.

She smiled at him; he smiled back. She played with her hair as she licked her lips and leaned over, giving him a little peep show. He smiled even more, shifting, but not wanting to look desperate. She turned to her friend and giggled; then her friend whispered something to her and they giggled more. She walked to his table; he could feel some sweat on his forehead and he wiped it away before she noticed.

"Hi, I'm Taylor," she said as she stuck out her hand.

Dean smiled as he took her hand, "I'm Dean…um, would you like to join me?"

"Sure!" Taylor said cheerfully and sat down.

"How 'bout another coffee?" he said, his smile widening.

"That would be great, a cappuccino, please," Dean got up and quickly got her drink.

"So, Dean are you new here?"

"Yeah, I am…just moved here a week ago," he said, not wanting to give too much information to her.

"Hmm!! That's interesting…do you want to fuck?" she asked with a devilish smile. Dean thought it was a little too sinister…maybe he shouldn't. They where on a job, not just another job, they where looking for Sam and the evil son of a bitch that took him. She noticed his hesitation; she had to sweeten the pot. "My friend over there was just saying it would be great if we had a threesome…want in?" She leaned forward and put her hand on top of his.

Dean, at that moment, didn't know what came over him. He knew he should stay and wait, get the freaky girl's number and have some fun…later, but there was something about this girl, she radiated, lit-up the room and she suggested a threesome!

"Hell ya!" Dean answered in an overly excited tone.

"We live about two blocks away.

Ten minutes later

Taylor was pressed against the wall as Dean kissed her neck, working his way to her breast. He knew her friend Kim was in the other room getting into something more comfortable. She'd insisted they start and she would join them soon.

"You're so beautiful!" Dean mumbled as he pressed his lips against her milky white skin. He heard Kim come out; she came close to him, kissing him on the neck, gently, followed shortly by her tongue. The hairs on the back of his neck stood-up; he hardly registered the sting in the side of his neck, but he did feel the warm substance enter into his body. He entered into ecstasy at that moment, stumbling to the side holding his neck.

Why was he feeling so strange? He fell to the floor, Taylor, or maybe it was Kim? Climbed on top of him.

"How does it feel, Dean? It feels really good doesn't it?" She laughed and turned to the other girl, "You think we should give him another hit? I think he likes Heroin, so maybe he'd like more?" she laughed. Dean wanted to struggle, but his body was in euphoria and he didn't want it to stop…he wanted more. She bent over him and kissed him gently on the lips as she gave him another hit. He took a deep breath in and arched his back slightly as the drug entered his body. He closed his eyes; he swore he could feel the drug swimming in his veins and a smile came across his face.

She then sat up and addressed her friend, "I think Luke will be very pleased with us, don't you?" she asked with the same devilish smile as before and now Dean knew this was a trap.

Sam walked to the front door of Curtis Monroe; he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He'd just come from another "client's" house who had made it more than clear that he wouldn't go without a fight. Sam shook his head and opened his eyes; they knew who they where making the deal with and they knew what they were giving up. They had no problem giving-up their souls when they made the deal, but when it came time to collect their souls, they fought tooth and nail.

He rubbed his arm gently where the guy had stabbed him. He wished he could go to an ER and get some stitches, but he had to do this job first. Sam took another deep breath and rang the door bell. After a short while, a man in his late thirties came to the door.

"Yes, may I help you?" he inquired.

Sam took a deep breath and slowly let it out, "Are you Curtis Monroe?" The man nodded his head. "My name is Sam Ryan, and I'm here about your deal."

The color in Curtis's face drained, "Oh," was all he could say; he was frozen in place. Sam didn't know what to expect; Curtis seemed to be thinking about his next move. Sam moved his right arm to his back and wrapped his fingers around the gun he stole from the other "client".

"Come in," Curtis moved to the side to let Sam in. The younger man gave him a wary look; he wasn't sure if he should go in or not. He tightened his grip on the gun as he walked in.

"You can let go of your weapon…I'm not going to attack you," Sam relaxed his grip and brought his arm to his side.

"So, you're going to make this easy for me?" Sam asked, still waiting for this guy to attack him.

"Aren't you wondering what I made my deal for?" Curtis asked as he led Sam into the dinning room.

"I do…sometimes wonder, but it isn't my place to ask. I'm just here to collect on the deal." Curtis nodded and sat down.

"Come see this; it may change your mind…"

"It's not my decision; it's not my mind you have to change. Besides it's a little late, don't you think?" Sam said coldly. A chill went down Curtis's spine, but he was determined to change Sam's mind; maybe they could come to some agreement.

"Please, just see this," Curtis slid an envelope towards him; Sam sat down beside him, holding his left arm. "Somethin' wrong with your arm?"

"No, nothing," Sam said quietly.

"Okay, look at this. I've been a cop for the past sixteen years; ten years ago a girl gets murdered. A four year old girl in her own home; I knew who did it, but I couldn't prove it. You should have seen what that monster did to that poor girl! I saw the body, Sam, and I couldn't let him get away with…"

"What does this have to do with your deal?"

"That's what I made my deal for; to get this son of bitch. He deserved to rot in jail for the rest of his life." Sam nodded. Curtis studied his face; he was desperate to save his soul.

In the other room, James Monroe walked in through the back door. He heard his brother and another man talking; he peered through the door and listened.

"I'm nothing like the others…the others you have…taken care of. I've done nothing but good; I'm not evil, selfish, arrogant…or greedy…I just wanted to help this little girl, her family, you have…"

"It doesn't matter."

"Please, Sam, you have to reconsider."

"There is nothing for me to reconsider. What you did was great, but it's not my choice and I have to do this." Sam's tone was one of sympathy.

James watched them intently; wondering what his brother got himself into.

"You have a choice, please, Sam! I'm begging you, don't do this," tears now flowed freely down Curtis's face.

Sam stood-up, "I'm sorry…I have no choice." He felt for this man, but he had his orders. He put his hand on Curtis's chest. Curtis grabbed Sam's arm trying to remove the hand from his chest. He gasped as he fell to his knees in severe pain. James watched as his brother fell to the floor gasping, seizing. He froze in place as Sam ripped his brother's soul and threw him into hell and he swore he heard his brother scream.

Sam leaned over Curtis's body and mumbled an "I'm sorry," and walked out the door.

James found his strength at that moment and ran to his brother. He checked for a pulse and when he didn't find one, he ran to the window and quickly wrote down the license plate number. He promised his brother he would get revenge.

Sam walked into his apartment, a bit surprised to see Luke waiting for him; he looked angry.

"What took you so long?" Luke asked as he lit-up a cigar. Sam gently removed his coat.

"One of those clients you gave me didn't go down so easily." He pulled up his sleeve to show where large gauze was.

"Looks painful," Luke said with fake concern; he grabbed Sam's arm roughly and tore off the gauze…Sam screamed in pain.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did that hurt? How about this?" Luke screamed as he dug his nails into the large wound. Sam screamed again as Luke punched him in the arm and twisted it. "I told you to stay out of it…didn't I?" Luke screamed his face turning red with anger; Sam fell to his knees.

"I'm sorry!" Sam whimpered.

"You're sorry!" He pulled Sam up to his feet and into the kitchen; opening one of the drawers, he pulled out a serrated knife "Damn right you're sorry."

"No, please!" Sam begged, pulling his arm away. Luke pulled it back and started to rip his stitches out; Sam screamed louder and fell to his knees. Luke let go and Sam crumpled to the floor, holding his bleeding arm and breathing heavily through the pain.

Luke knelt down, "I know you killed Kathleen. Don't you ever touch one of my collectors ever again!" He grabbed Sam's arm again and, with the knife, pulled out two more stitches. Sam screamed, pulling his arm free.

Luke put the bloody knife down and, looking down at Sam, he said "You're becoming a liability. You have become a loose cannon and you've ruined my plans for Dean and John." He shook his head, "Why should I keep you around?"

"You'll let me go?" Sam questioned, holding his open wound closed as blood oozed through his fingers.

"No, Sam…we still have a deal…the original deal. I'm here to collect," he shook his head.

"Please don't! I won't interfere…I promise, I promise…please don't send me to hell." Sam begged, barely able to stay conscious.

Luke stood-up; he was quiet for a while, he seeming to consider his options. "I'll tell you what, I'll meet you half-way. You'll still go to hell, but I'll bring you back after five minutes…it will teach you a lesson"

Sam started to shake; his breath hitched, tears flowed down his face, he was scared…terrified. He'd done everything Luke asked of him to avoid going to hell, now he was heading there.

Luke put a gentle hand on Sam's face, wiping the tears away; he seemed almost remorseful. "Haven't I been good to you, Sam? The apartment is crap, but I gave you a car, food, money, women…what else could you ask for?"

"My freedom," Sam answered honestly.

Luke shook his head, "It's the only thing I can't give you." He grabbed Sam's face forcefully, his fingers digging into Sam's flesh. Sam gasped, his eyes rolled over and he fell to the floor.

Sam woke face down on the hot ground, small spikes dug into his face, palms, and chest. Despite the pain, he got up and looked around. He saw a group of people who were attached to poles; as he got closer, he saw two rows which seemed to go on forever. They were attached to the poles by vines with thorns that dug into their flesh; the vines tightened every so often. Sam wanted to run, but he knew no matter where he ran it would only get worse.

A pole behind him emerged from the ground; he turned around knowing it was meant for him, and ran. A force threw him against the pole and held him there. His arms were thrown above him as the vines wrapped around his arms and legs; they ripped, tore, and burned all at the same time. Sam struggled, but they became tighter.

A man, or what appeared to be a man wearing a black cloak that covered his face, walked through the row of people. He stopped in front of Sam and turned towards him; the man pointed a finger at Sam and a thin whip mark appeared across his chest, tearing deep within him.

Sam pulled at his restraints, but the vines dug into him deeper. The cloaked man moved his hand and every time it tore into his body, Sam screamed. The pain was nothing like he'd ever felt before.

The man lowered his hand and Sam quickly healed. He felt something pulling at him. As he felt himself leaving hell, he saw Curtis attached to one of the poles; the hooded man was now torturing him.

Sam quickly opened his eyes; he was back in the apartment. He ran to the bathroom and pulled at one of the broken pieces of mirror; he had to see if he still had the wounds. Luke saw what he was doing and ran to him, trying to stop him.

"Sam…Sam what the hell are you doing?" He screamed, pulling Sam away from the bathroom. Luke grabbed Sam's bleeding hands as Sam fell to the floor with a blank stare.

At that moment, Luke realized what he had done to Sam. He'd never seen anyone come back from hell and had become detached. He started to feel something he hadn't felt in a long time…guilt.

But, he couldn't let Sam see it. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes…I won't…interfere…promise."

"Yes…what?" Luke didn't care if he heard it or not, but he needed to keep Sam in line.

"Yes, master!" Luke bandaged Sam's hands. He'd turned to leave when Sam spoke.

"Do…I have…are they…please help." Sam pleaded, pulling his shirt up a little.

Luke walked back to Sam and pulled up his shirt, seeing the massive scars on his body, he felt like hurling. Luke nodded his head, replaced Sam's shirt and left.

Sam lay there, unable to move or sleep; it had finally hit him, the full impact of making the deal…and it had cost him more than he ever imagined.

So, Dean fell into Luke's trap and wonder what will happen next. Poor Sammy got sent to hell, any volunteers to help him heel LOL!!!