Chapter 6

John drove down the dark road, his eyes feeling heavy and opened the window. He had to stay awake, to stay alert, had to keep going. If he stopped, he would be reminded that he was alone. He had been separated from his boys before…too many times, but this was different. Sam he knew was in trouble; something evil had him and his behavior was erratic, but Dean…where was Dean? Dean being missing scared him more than Sam's predicament. John didn't know where his oldest was or what kind of trouble he was in. Dean almost made a deal with Luke…maybe he had made a deal? No! John wouldn't believe it…Dean wouldn't make a deal! He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, breathing heavily. He wanted to scream or cry, take a crow bar to Luke's face…anything but drive down this god-forsaken road on this god-forsaken night.

After a few hours, John finally saw the familiar sign. He drove through the gates and bringing the truck to a skidding halt, put the gearshift in park and ran to the door. He knocked on it frantically, feeling he had no time to waste. As Bobby finally came to the door, John barged in.

"Dean's gone, Dean's gone, I don't know where he is, or what happened….DEAN'S GONE!" John quickly shouted.

"Calm down…" Bobby said, a little overwhelmed by the normally unflappable John Winchester in front of him.

"CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN? NO!" John screamed.

Bobby punched John with a strong right hook and the frantic hunter stumbled backwards. "I said calm down!" Bobby shouted.

Shocked, and somewhat deflated, John put a hand to his jaw "I'm sorry…"

"It's okay, John. Just tell me what happened."

"I don't know…he just disappeared! We were suppose to meet at this café…I found Sam…I found out where he's living…I was going to go in myself," John paused, raking a shaky hand through his hair and sat down.

"But, I knew Dean would want me to wait. He's been sick…really sick. Everything has been taking a toll on him and I've been worried about him. I went there…I waited four hours for him, but he didn't show up. The Impala's gone, I found his cell in the garbage just outside the cafe, he's not using any of his credit cards…nothing!"

"Alright, let's take a breather…" Bobby said calmly.

"He has both my boys…" John said with tears in his eyes; his tone of voice broke Bobby's heart. "Sam…it was bad enough, but where is Dean? What did that bastard do to him?" The distraught father put his elbows on the table and rested his face in the palms of his hands.

Bobby put a hand on his friend's shoulder, "We'll find Dean, but you need to rest…you look like shit!" he said bluntly.

"I can't; I have to find Dean. I know where Sam is; I have Caleb watching him. We need to start looking for Dean right now." He said as he raised his head and got up.

"First, get some rest, then we'll find him."

"No! We have to start right away…we have no time to waste!" John said frantically.

"I know, but you're not much use to your boy like this! I'll get a search started, but you go upstairs and rest!" When John didn't comply, he added, "John Winchester go upstairs now! You don't want me pointin' my rifle at your sorry ass again do you?" They kept each other's gaze for a while before John relented.

Half-way up the stairs John turned around, "Bobby how did you…" He paused then shook his head, "Never mind"

"You're wondering how I survived loosing RJ. It's not the same thing, John; you can still save your boys, mine…" He stopped and smiled sadly, "My boy is gone, notin' gonna bring him back. We'll find Dean."

John sighed and nodded as he turned around and went upstairs to an extra bedroom, collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. Downstairs Bobby pulled out a picture of a twelve year old boy holding a baseball bat with a huge smile on his face. He smiled at the picture, kissed it, and put it away. He was more determined than ever to help John, no matter what.

Dean slowly opened his eyes. He squinted at the bright sunlight glaring through the windows, but closed his eyes quickly and groaned. "Hey, can one of you succubi close the drapes?"

Taylor got up and closed the drapes then turned around, removed her cigarette from her lips and walked to Dean. He glared at her; as she put her butt out on the back of his right hand, he hissed and pulled at his restraints that had kept him in the chair for…how long? He couldn't tell…the days blurred together…maybe a few days? Weeks? There were multiple burn marks on his hand…some healed, others were newer. The heroin was really messing with his mind.

She reached for one of the items on the table beside him; he shifted to pull away…he didn't want it. "No! I don't want it…please, no more!" he begged.

Taylor laughed, "Really, you don't want any?" she asked as she put the white powder into the spoon, and heated it with a pocket lighter. Dean watched as the white powder heated up…bubbles forming. This was his favorite part, it meant that it was ready. He'd been wrong…he did want it. She took a belt and tightened it just above the inside of his elbow and he started to breathe heavily in anticipation.

"Are you sure no more? I thought you liked getting stoned." she said with the same evil smile.

Dean quickly shook his head, "Okay, okay…I, I want it…please give it to me!" Dean begged, his breathing heavy. His body shook with the need for the drug. She filled the syringe with the heroin and injected it into his arm and his head lolled back. His body relaxed as the heroin coursed through his veins. His little piece of heaven, all he needed was a syringe, the belt…and the drugs! He went numb, no pain, no emotions, no one to take care of or worry about…just the drugs…the corners of his mouth curved up in a spacey grin.

Hours later, as the drug started to wear off, Dean became aware enough to ask for food, a blanket, and a bathroom break. Kim, the one he figured was the colder-hearted one of the evil double mint twins, began to abuse Dean. She started by kissing him and undoing his clothes. Dean protested and Taylor would stop her every time. It ended the same way every time, with Kim's abusive ways turned onto Taylor.

"Stop it, you stupid bitch! When I finally get free, I'm going to enjoy killing you," Dean growled after Kim's most vicious beating. This process always served to make Dean more alert and chase away most of the effects of the drug.

Taylor lay on the floor with several small, round, angry bruises from Kim's stiletto heel adorning her shoulders, chest and abdomen.

Kim turned towards Dean and walked toward him; she put a gentle hand on his face. He spat in her face and she angrily scratched him with her long nails from his left eye to his nose. She was getting ready to hit him again when there was a knock on the door. Kim went to the door, checked who it was, and smiled.

"I have what you asked for; I hope you're pleased with me," She said as Luke Sullivan walked in. He had a huge smile on his face as he took in Dean's current predicament.

He walked up to Dean who clenched his fists with anger. Luke opened his mouth to say something when he noticed Taylor on the floor, bruised and crying. He turned to Kim, enraged, "Did you do this?"

"She was out of line…" Kim defended, beginning to shake.

"She was out of line?" Luke yelled, quickly grabbing Kim's arm. "You don't get to decided who's out of line. What is it with you people? I never had this problem before." Luke pulled her closer, roughly causing her to let out a small scream.

"I'm sorry!" She cried.

"You're sorry? You're always sorry afterwards, aren't you? Just like Sam! Do you know what his punishment was? I'll do the same thing to you, you stupid bitch!" he smacked her.

"Sam?" Dean's heart lurched…Sam had been punished? What did that mean? "What do you mean, punished?" Dean yelled

Luke turned toward Dean. He'd forgotten the young hunter was there for a moment and realized his mistake.

"Don't worry, Sammy's still alive, but now he's in line; he won't be helping you anymore," he said coldly. He turned his attention back to Kim and began beating her mercilessly. When he was through, she lay there crying and begging for forgiveness; he put his hand on her face.

"No! Please…I'm sorr…" he dug his fingers into her face, ripping her soul from her body. A large black gate appeared; it opened up and Dean swore he could hear people screaming. Luke got up, holding her soul in his hand. He hesitated for a second, remembering Sam's experience, then let go as if he was releasing a balloon into the sky. Dean swore he heard Kim scream; the gates closed and disappeared.

Dean started to panic, Oh god! Sam was punished…where was Sam? Oh god! Oh god!

"What did you do to Sam?" Dean screamed at the top of his lungs, exacerbating his lungs, he started to cough which developed into dry heaves.

"Pathetic! I can't believe evil fears you," Luke said, disgusted. "Taylor, you okay sweety?" He asked as Taylor limped over to him. He put his arm around her waist and grabbed her butt. He started to kiss her on the cheek and Dean saw her cringe.

"Um…I don't like an audience," she finally found the courage to say.

"I don't like being an audience!" Dean said and shivered.

Luke walked to Dean, tilted his chair and dragged him into the bathroom and closed the door. Dean unfortunately could still hear what went on in the other room. He cringed and said "I can't believe I ever wanted to hit that." He cringed again.

Dean woke from sleep with a wet cough; he spat out some mucus and his stomach hurt with the strain of the effort. "Taylor…Taylor, come on I need water."

Taylor rolled out of bed, hitting the ground hard. She got up and fumbled with the light, both wincing at the brightness when she managed to get it turned on. "When are you going to stop coughing? Stupid little bastard!" She mumbled as she went to the kitchen and got Dean some water and he drank it.

"Thanks, you're so much better than Kim was," he shifted, trying to wake his body parts that had fallen asleep.

Taylor turned her head to where Kim had died, "Kim was a bitch! I…" She stopped herself before she finished her sentence.

"You what?" Dean inquired gently. Maybe he could get some information from her, maybe earn her trust.

"I'm nothing like her…I feel some remorse," she climbed back into bed.

"About what you're doing to me?" Dean asked, not really believing her.

She ignored him and shut off the light.

As soon as he was certain she was asleep again, he stretched his legs, bending them and trying to awaken the stiff muscles. It was the third night in a row that he sacrificed sleep for exercise and he could feel himself getting stronger. He was still very weak and stiff, but slowly and surely he was becoming stronger. He would get out of this hell, but first he had to be strong enough to get out. He held his breath in, his face red with the exertion, being sick, trapped here for what he figured was at least two weeks and the drug taking a toll on him. It hurt so much, and it took so much out of him, but he was determined to free himself, he didn't care what it took.

Ignoring the pain of being without the heroin for just a little too long, he pulled his legs up to his chest, twenty-eight…twenty-nine…thirty! He could only do ten a few days ago; he was getting stronger and soon he would have his freedom.

The next day, Dean watched as Taylor was putting on make-up, noting that she didn't use a mirror. He marveled at how beautiful she was, but didn't have any desire to sleep with her…not after what she did with Luke! He cringed inwardly, but she was gorgeous.

"Tell me something Taylor, how did you get involved with Luke Sullivan?" he inquired as he shifted a little, trying his best to keep his butt from falling asleep.

Taylor's face betrayed her fear as she put her make-up away and walked to her clothes, undressing in front of Dean. He couldn't help staring at her naked body. Once dressed in a pair of jeans and a tight sweater, she got a chair and sat down in front of Dean.

"He's my boss," she simply stated. She hadn't left the apartment in five weeks, not since Kim died, and she needed someone to talk to, even if it was her prisoner.

"Your boss, what does that mean?" he pushed further, and crinkling his face, she marveled at how handsome he was…she really wanted to sleep with him.

"Humans…have faults, we all have a desire to have something…" she began twisting her hair absently. "But, we can't all get what we want, so we take a short-cut." A tear formed in her eye and she looked away "But, those short-cuts have a price attached to them, a very large price."

This was what Dean needed to hear, Sam must have wanted something…but what? He was also gaining Taylor's trust. She dabbed her eyes not wanting to ruin her make-up.

"Did you make a deal?" he pressed her, wanting to know for sure that it was what happened with Sam.

She leaned forward, "How did you know?"

"Your 'boss' tried to get me to make a deal. Is that what Sam did, he made a deal?"

"Yeah, he did…but I don't know what he made his deal for."

"What did you have to give up? What do you do for Luke?" he pressed further. Taylor started to feel uncomfortable with his line of questions she shifted in her seat.

There was a knock at the door "Don't say a word!" she threatened.

She went to the door and saw another handsome man and she smiled. "Hi!" she chirped and she inwardly chastised herself for sounding so childlike.

"Hi! I'm here to take some of Kim's clients; my name is Sam." She quickly slammed the door on him and ran to Dean, covering his mouth.

"Don't you dare, you don't want you're little brother to find you like this do you? And if that isn't incentive for you, I'll kill Sam in front of you." She whispered her threat; he more than took her seriously. She turned to the dresser and pulled out a nylon stocking and wrapped it around Dean's mouth.

Sam knocked at the door again "Um, Taylor, what's going on? Can you open the door?" he called out through the closed door. She picked up a sheet of paper on the dresser and opened the door.

"Sorry about that, love; mentioning Kim's name makes me go all weird," she laughed, keeping the door closed and making sure Sam didn't see his brother.

"That's okay," he smiled, and she noticed his dimples. She bit her lip, they were so cute, she thought as she handed him the sheet of paper. "So…can I come in, I, uh…" He laughed and she got the hint.

"Oh!" She laughed and put a finger down his chest, feeling his muscular pecks, she bit her lip even harder. Dean felt like he was going to hurl! Did everyone get a turn on the Taylor ride? Must be the best ride at the amusement park; she had a lot of customers. He shook his head…his brother should know better! What the hell was he thinking? And since when does he have one night stands with strange woman?

Sam grabbed her and kissed her. She felt like she was going to melt…she was losing herself in him. His lips were soft and he kissed with such passion! She could feel his strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her in closer then dragging her back into the apartment…and she stopped him.

"Oh! Wait!" she said, trying her best to catch her breath and pulling away from him.

"What? Come on I'm horny," he said as she shut the door.

She ran to Dean who was frantically trying to get free. She tilted his chair back and dragged him to the closet. Then she picked up the small table and placed it beside Dean, who was pulling as hard as he could against the ropes, ignoring the fact that they were ripping through his skin more. She frantically prepared the heroin and gave it to Dean so quickly that she forgot to put the belt around his arm. She then tidied herself up for Sam.

She quickly closed the closet door behind her and turned around to see Sam giving her a questioning look. She screamed and put her hand to her chest, "You scared me!"

"Sorry, but you were taking forever, what's in the closet?" he said, pointing to the door and leaning to one side trying to see what she was hiding.

"Nothing," she bit her lip hoping he wouldn't notice the lie. Taylor took Sam by the hand and led him to the bed. They kissed and she began to take his sweater off, but he stopped her. She gently put her hand on one side of his face, caressing his smooth skin, her lips grazing the other side of his face, then she put her other hand up his shirt, feeling the scares that littered his body.

"Luke hurt me," he choked out. He was so broken he didn't think anyone could bear to see his bare chest; he felt vulnerable and ashamed.

"I know," she said softly and removed his sweater, revealing his disfigured torso. She traced the deep thick scares with her hands, her fingers caressing him. He shivered at her touch and a single tear ran down his face. She saw his tear and wiped it away.

Sam lay down on her bed and he was finally able to trust someone, to show the part of him that was so broken, so torn apart. There was nothing left of him, not after what Luke Sullivan did to him. She followed him, lying next to him, feeling his pain and understanding it, because it was her pain as well, she was as broken as he was.

"Luke hurt me." Dean heard the words from the closet through his drug-induced haze. He fought the effects of the heroin to try and hear his brother's words even though they stabbed him in the heart. His brother was so lost, so broken, not even the heroin took the edge away. He felt his little brother's pain stricken words; he had to fix things, he had to fix his brother, he desperately pulled at his restraints.

He slammed his body against the chair, he screamed through his gag, he cried, he wanted to be free, he wanted to kill Luke Sullivan to make him pay for all the hurt and misery he evoked on his family; he would make that bastard pay one way or other.

After Sam and Taylor were done with their little interlude, she fell asleep contentedly, but Sam couldn't. His mind kept going to that stupid closet…he could have sworn he'd heard something. Taylor was definitely hiding something! Sam gently got off the bed, trying very hard not to waken Taylor, put his clothes on and opened the closet door. It was dark and he searched for a light with his hand and blinked at the brightness when the light came on. He stood there in shock when he saw his brother strapped to a chair and not looking very good. His eyes went to the small table and the contents, then to Dean's arm, his finger grazed the skid marks. Sam looked his brother in the eyes, at Dean's dilated pupils…his big brother was humiliated. He could see tears of relief and humiliation fall down Dean's pale, clammy face.

Taylor woke and came running to the closet, "I can explain…I had my orders…it's not my fault!" She rambled on, hoping Sam wouldn't kill her for what she'd done to his big brother. Dean screamed through his gag. "You know how it is; you get an order and you have to…"

"Enough!" Sam exclaimed. He put a hand around her waist and kissed her on the forehead. "Don't worry about it, I know when you get an order you have to do it…no matter what." Dean screamed again and pulled on his restraints, slamming his body against the chair. He looked at his brother desperately.

"You know, when we where kids, he was my dad's favorite." Sam snorted. "He did everything right; I always got the 'why can't you be more like Dean' shit all the time," he said and walked to his brother and punched him.

"I wonder what dad would think of you now, huh, Dean?" Sam laughed, "Pathetic!" He punched Dean two more times and turned to Taylor, "Hey, I have an idea, go get my cell."

She gave him a knowing smile than said, "Pictures?" He nodded. "You're so mean!" He raised an eyebrow. "Okay, wait here."

Sam turned to Dean and said, "I guess I get the extra cookie, right, Dean?" He smiled an evil smile as Taylor quickly returned with his cell. He took a few pictures and said, "Smile for daddy." He laughed even harder and punched Dean two more time, with more force than before.

Sam turned to the side, seeing a very skimpy outfit, "Oh, Taylor you should put this on." He picked it up and showed it to her

"That's Kim's," she didn't want to wear it but she would for him…she like him. What they had done wasn't just sex, they'd bonded. "But, if you want me to wear it I will." She took it and began to undress.

"No, no I want it to be a surprise!" he said, smiling. She smiled back and left the closet.

Sam watched her go, making sure she wasn't watching. Satisfied, he bent down in front of his brother who was spitting out profanities through his gag. Sam opened his mouth and with his tongue, swiped the inside of his cheek and brought his tongue to the middle, showed his brother that he had a razor on his tongue. Dean pulled and struggled with his restraints, what was his brother planning to do to him? Sam reached for the razor and carefully placed it in Dean's hand.

Sam gave his brother a reassuring smile and slid his hand under his brother's. Dean grasped it, holding it tight, tears falling freely down his face, he silently thanked Sam for helping him. Sam got up and wiped his brother's face, and as much as he knew Dean would hate it, he bent down and kissed his brother on the forehead. He'd most likely never see Dean again and the chance of him being taunted would be slim. With a heavy heart, Sam turned off the light and closed the closet door, taking away his view of his brother.

James watched Sam go upstairs to the girl's apartment; after a few hours he came down. James then followed him to 11 West Grove St. and watched as the young man checked the sheet for the right address. James watched and, as Sam approached the door, James thought he saw a glimmer of regret in his face. He dismissed it, however, by saying it was dark, how could he see that?

The woman at the door ran inside after a short while and Sam ran inside after her. James froze again, why couldn't he move? He had to save her, he couldn't save Curtis, but he could save this woman. He decided to help her out and opened the car door just as Sam ran outside and to his car and drive away, Caleb not far behind them both.

James followed him a few miles and Sam stopped at a convenience store to get cigarettes and milk.

James followed him to his apartment and watched as Sam got ready for bed, falling asleep with a book. At three-thirty-eight am he'd had enough. He picked up his cell and called Sam's number.

"Hello?" came the groggy voice on the other end.

"I know what you did." James said tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

"What?" Sam got up and turned the light on.

"I know what you did; I saw you, murderer!" he spat out. "I won't let you get away with murder, not anymore. I've been watching you, your every move, and when you least expect it, I'm going to kill you…nice and slow. When I'm done, I'll be covered from head to toe in your blood." Then James hung up.