So far we had Sammy going to hell, Dean on drugs, and John loosing is grip on his stoic disposition. LOL!! Is there any relief for the Winchesters?

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Chapter 7

Taylor wiped Dean's face clean from the shaving cream with a warm, damp towel. She then got up and cut his hair. She stood back to scrutinize her handiwork and remarked, "You look much better, here look." She took the mirror and showed him his image, carefully making sure she didn't see her own.

"Thanks so much, I do look a lot better!" he took in his appearance. He looked better, but his skin was pale, clammy, blotchy, he had a lesion on his forehead, and his hand shook; he tried his best to steady his hands.

"Hungry?" she asked as she walked to the kitchen.

"Yeah, I am, whatcha got?"

"Um…roast beef, thousand island dressing, some salad…not much."

"You got some Rye bread and sour kraut?"

"Ew! Kim use to eat that sour kraut shit…you like that?" She stood up, crinkling her face in disgust.

"You can make some Reuben's. I only like sour kraut with that sandwich, but it's pretty good." He smiled.

"Okay, I will," she prepared the sandwiches and brought them to Dean, undoing his restraints so he could eat. She held a .22 on him just in case he thought to escape.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. She shrugged her shoulders. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"I don't know, it's not your winning personality, that's for sure. You kinda get annoying after a while."

"Yeah well, being strapped to a chair for god knows how long, and force fed heroin can do that to a guy," he said, taking another bite of the sandwich, but taking it slow. He wasn't eating much, he knew his stomach couldn't take it because of the heroin, but he also knew his body had to have the nutrients and substance if he'd have any chance at all of escaping.

"I'm doing it for Sam, I really like him," she said with a smile and lowered the gun.

"Sam? I don't understand; he beat me up, he doesn't care." Dean put the sandwich down, feeling a little sick.

"I saw him kiss you. He cares, he's just…going through a rough time right know. I figured I'd take care of you for him before I kill you," she raised the gun, reminding him not to try anything.

"You're going to kill me, what the hell are you waiting for?"

"For Luke to say so," she got up to tie him up again.

Later on that night and after she fell asleep, Dean got out the razor and began carefully cutting the ropes again. He thanked god that she hadn't noticed some of it had been cut and it made it easier for him to free himself. He walked to the dresser, removing her stockings, and woke her up. He quickly tied her up, and grabbed her by the hair.

"Where is Sam?" He screamed at her.

"I don't know! Please go back onto the chair," she cried.

"You crazy bitch!" He growled and slapped her

"Please, you don't understand. If you don't get back in the chair and let me tie you up again, Luke will do the same thing he did to Kim to me…please," she sobbed, begging. She knew he wouldn't go back into the chair, but she had to try…her life was at stake.

"It's your bed of nails, now you have to lie in it. Where is Sam?" He yelled louder, twisting his fingers in her hair.

"I don't know!" He let go of her hair

"It doesn't matter; I'll find him…he can't be too far." He turned around and saw the heroin on the table. He had to find Sam, but his body craved the drug so much! It had been several hours since his last hit and he needed it.

His fingers hovered over the items, wanting it, craving it, he needed it, one hit, he could find Sammy, fix him and than kick the habit. That was a good plan. He quickly prepared a small dose of the heroin and his arm and shot-up…he didn't want to take as much as they normally gave him…he had to be able to function and find Sam. Dean took a deep breath as the drug began to circulate and the room began to tilt, but he was able to keep it together. He picked up the rest of the items and left, saying goodbye to his prison and hell hole, for how long? It didn't matter.

Sam opened the door for Luke and he walked in roughly. Sam was nervous; how was he going to explain that someone saw him take a soul, and was threatening to kill him?

Luke grabbed Sam by the arm, throwing him onto the floor.

Outside, Caleb watched. He scrunched his face, the man, who he presumed was Luke Sullivan was a little shorter than Sam and Caleb was sure Sam could take him, why was he being so passive? He picked up his headphones, put them on and listened.

Luke began to hit Sam on the back of his head; with each hit he hit harder. "Why did you go to Taylor's?" He shouted.

"I was covering for Brian; he said he was sick…too much crack I guess." Luke hit him again.

"Dean's gone." Luke yelled, shaking with rage at another lost opportunity.

Caleb listened intently, Sam knew where Dean was? Why didn't he call John?

"Did you have anything to do with it?"

"No, no I swear…I swear I had nothing to do with it. I…I found him in the closet," Sam smiled weakly, hoping this would please Luke. "I beat him, I called him pathetic, I took pictures…do you want to see?" Luke nodded and Sam reached into his back pocket and got his cell phone, handing it to his master.

Luke laughed "He was quite pathetic wasn't he?" He laughed again.

"Are you pleased with me master?" Sam shuddered at the usage of the word master. He'd started using that word a lot lately and he was amazed at how much he wanted to appease Luke.

Caleb pressed the headphones tighter against his ears; did he hear that right? Sam said master? "What the fu…"

"Very much so," Sullivan handed the cell back to Sam, noticing the scares on his hands. "Take your sweater off, I want to see." He touched the back of Sam's neck, Sam obeyed. Luke shuddered at the sight of Sam's scars, the younger man noted the reaction and he felt ashamed…he was hideous.

Caleb leaned forward, seeing the massive scares on Sam's back and chest.

"Dear god, Sammy," he shook his head.

"I'm hideous, aren't I?" Sam could feel the tears in his eyes.

"It's my fault, I, I never…" Sullivan trailed off, lowering himself to the floor, he sat close to Sam, too close. Sam raised his head and looked at Luke, he knew what he wanted.

Sam got up and walked to the window. Oh god he wants to…I can't, I've done so much already, I can't. Sam could see his alter-ego in the reflection of the glass.

You have to Sam, it's the only way to get into his good graces. Maybe we'll get a better car…or apartment.

I can't, he's a guy.

He's our master and what he says goes…you have to…we have to.

Sam and his alter-ego nodded in agreement. He walked back to Luke, who now was standing. Sam took a deep breath in, went to Luke and kissed him.

Caleb couldn't believe what he was seeing…were they kissing? "Ewww!!!" he remarked out loud, squirming in his seat.

"Stop!" Luke pulled away, it took everything inside of him to pull away, he wanted Sam so much. "I can't."

"What? Why not?" Sam said, trying to hide how relieved he was. Part of him didn't want to stop, he wondered what he had done to displease Luke. "Have I done anything to upset you? This is what you want, right?"

"It's not what you want…is it?" he waited for Sam to respond, but his silence was Luke's answer. "I'm leaving."

"Please wait, I…I want to do whatever you want me to do."

"Oh Sammy, maybe it's a good thing your dad and brother are not here!" Caleb said, not even realizing he had been holding his breath.

"No, Sam," Luke responded and left.

Sam turned around and put his sweater back on; he knew that the real reason Luke pulled away was because he was so hideous. He didn't realize that it was because Luke felt guilty about what he had done to Sam.

Sam went to the window and watched Sullivan drive away and started to pace. Was Luke angry with him? He clenched his fists, pacing faster; he punched the wall. It was because he was so disgusting, hideous, unwanted and unlovable. His father had even stopped looking for him! It was what Sam wanted, but he didn't think his dad would give up on him this quickly. Why wouldn't he? His father had given up on him when he went to college, it wouldn't be so hard for him to give up now.

Sam knew he had to make it up to Luke. He picked up the sheet of paper and looked at the names that had been scratched out. He traced his finger down the list, he had three more people to collect. The next one was for tomorrow, but he could take her today…there was no real reason why he should wait.

Caleb watched Sam from below as he became agitated, he still couldn't figure out Sam's actions. He kept one eye on Sam and one eye on James, who kept both eyes on Sam. Caleb could see James was getting angry as Sam reached for the sheet of paper. He couldn't figure out what Sam had done to this man, but he did know that he was going to be trouble and Caleb had to protect Sam, at all costs. John might have already lost Dean, he couldn't loose Sam, too.

James reached for his cell again and phoned Sam as he was getting ready to leave. Sam picked up and Caleb quickly changed frequency so he could listen in on the phone conversation.

"Hello!"

"You really are some kind of freak, aren't ya!" Sam walked to the window and looked down at the streets below, searching for the source of the call.

"Who are you?"

"You don't really think I'm going to tell you, do you?" James snorted, watching Sam get nervous. "When the time is right, I'll reveal myself. You must be a really lousy lover, he wasn't up there very long. But, I did enjoy watching him beat you, did he give you those scars?" James laughed.

"Shut up!" Sam screamed. He started to pace and his lips quivered, he could feel himself getting angry.

"Oh, did I touch a sore spot, poor baby."

"Son of bitch!" Caleb muttered.

"Shut up! When I find you, you're going to wish you never saw what I did. Tell me, who was it that you saw me take…your mommy, your girlfriend, maybe it was that male prostitute that gives it to you in the middle of the night, or maybe it was your daddy who made you…"

"Shut up!" James screamed into the phone from the bottom of his lungs, causing his face to turn beet red. He slammed the phone shut against the steering wheel so hard he broke it.

Sam laughed, knowing he had upset that sick freak. He turned around and went downstairs to his car and drove to his next "client's" home.

John came down the stairs rubbing his weary eyes. Bobby came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee and, as he passed John, he said "Mornin' Sleeping Beauty, I see the prince finally came to give you his magical kiss." Bobby snickered.

"You're just jealous he kissed me and not you."

"Oh no, he's all yours!" Bobby laughed as he sat down.

"I had a dream that Brook Shields came to me; she was wearing that bikini she wore in Blue Lagoon." John sat down and smiled, for a short while he forgot about his boys.

"Oh, man, Blue Lagoon!" they both laughed.

"Got any of that for me?" John rubbed his face. He was so tired and his body was having a hard time recovering…with the lack of sleep and the worry over his boys.

Bobby, noting the exhaustion in his face, nodded his head and got up, getting John a cup of caffeine. As he poured the cup he heard John's phone ring.

"Caleb, whatcha got for me?" John asked anxiously.

"I got a lot, your boy is in deep shit, I mean knee deep, and I mean he's swimming and the waves of…"

"Caleb" John snapped, effectively shutting his friend up.

"Oh, sorry. Anyways, I have been watching your boy, and well, his behavior is odd, I mean he's doing stuff he'd never do."

"Like what?" John started to tap his fingers against the table quickly, feeling the dread creeping up.

"Well, there was a woman, Sam went to see her, they spoke and she ran inside, he ran after her and a short while later, he ran out. I checked with the police…she's dead." He paused, waiting for John to respond. When there was no response, he continued.

"He also went to another girl's apartment and they had sex, but I always thought Sam wasn't the type to have one night stands."

"He isn't."

"He's buying smokes. This guy, I think it's Luke Sullivan, started to beat him, but Sam didn't stop him. Sam could've taken him, but he didn't lift a finger to defend himself at all. I bugged his apartment and his phone, I think you should listen to the tapes." He grabbed the tape recorder and put it to the phone and pressed play.

John listened intently. He heard a mention of Dean, his heart raced, Sam was saying Dean was pathetic and that he beat him…but worst of all he heard Sam call Luke master. This is where Caleb stopped it, not wanting John to hear the rest of the tape.

"Is that it?" John bellowed, knowing Caleb was holding something back.

"Uh…yeah."

"What do you mean? Uh, yeah." John yelled as he pounded his fist on the table.

"Why are you yelling? I'm doing you a huge favor here…I had a job in Texas you know."

"I'm sorry, Caleb. What else do you have?"

"It's okay, listen to the next tape, it's from a phone call from a James Monroe. John, he's stalking Sam."

"He's stalking Sam? Why?"

"I don't know, listen." Caleb put another tape into the recorder and against the phone again and played the tape. When it was done, he said, "This guy is nuts, John. I'm watching them both; I won't let him hurt Sam…I promise."

"Thank you, Caleb. I really appreciate it." John hung up and looked up at Bobby who could see the mixed emotions of guilt, sadness, and pain in his old friend's face.

He put the coffee down and sat down next to his friend, picking-up the phone to call one of his contacts in a small town in North Dakota. They had a lead on Dean and they had to work fast if they were going to save both of John's boys.

"Yes, everything's going well…nothing to worry about. Sam is more than we originally anticipated. He's already turning, I can practically feel the evil burning inside of him." Luke paused, listening intently to his instructions, then he finally said "Yes, father I understand," and he hung up.

Oh! What did Sam do??? How far will Sam go? And where has Dean gone? Love it??? Hate it??? Press the button and give me your two cents!!