Chapter IV

We stood in the doorway of a large room, thanks to my feline vision and some light from Dean's flash light, I was able to make out the details of the room. One door on each of the three remaining walls of the room.

Four doors? I wondered. In the center was a large drain. I heard a thud and then the sound of a heavy body hitting the concrete. Before I could swing my gun around, someone seized my arms and pulled me roughly against their body. One arm snaked around my waist, cuffing my wrists together. With a quick movement I was disarmed. I recognized that technique immediately. Sammy. Sam was not himself, of course I realized that too late.

"Sam, honey, if you wanted to play, we really should wait until we get back to the hotel." I tried to get a rise out of him. A growl rose from Sam's chest, vibrating mine. That growl was not human.

"Sammy?" the nickname left my lips in a barely audible whisper. Then I was slammed in to the wall; a painful sound escaped me. Possessed Sam grabbed my messy bun and yanked backward hard enough to elect a yelp from me. Possessed Sam licked from the base of my neck to my jaw, then the tongue traced my set jaw line. I felt a slight pinch about an inch below my ear. I felt a foreign warmth invade my body, a drug. Was the only conclusion. I began to struggle, both against Sam and against the drug. It was a losing battle either way. Somewhere Sam knew all my strengths, and even worse, all my weaknesses. Possessed Sam hissed in pleasure at my squirming. Then he shoved against me hard, tsking.

"I have been watching you, Jinn." The thing used my middle name as if it was title. The fact that something from the unnatural world knew that name was disturbing enough.

"I wanted to see how you would do in my game." Possessed Sam spun me around, grabbed my throat and slammed me against the wall again. My head cracked against the concrete, I threw both hands forward in an effort to get free. My fists slammed into Sam's chest and the thing barely flinched. He looked at me confused. I should not have had that much power with a drug in my system. Too his surprise, I was winning the battle against the drug. He pulled out another syringe, I reached up and grabbed his forearm, trying hard to keep it away from my neck. Ultimately I lost and the needle plunged into the exact same spot. I cried out and he depressed the plunger quickly before I could gather my strength, now what invaded my veins was stinging hot. I began to squirm again, electing another hiss of pleasure. Posses Sam shoved himself against me, to my horror he was …. excited. I grabbed at his arm that was holding me against the wall, in an attempt to get loose but the drug was already taking a toll. I was losing strength, fast. Sam blinked and his eyes were no longer his, they were black, solid black.

"Relax love. It won't kill you. It will just knock you out long enough for me to set everything up." Possessed Sam closed his eyes and pushed a rough kiss on my lips, He bit my lower lip causing it to bleed. He pulled back and licked my blood off his lips.

"Mmmmmmm." It said, tasting my blood.

"Ambrosia." It kissed me again.

Sam? Sammy? I called out to him. He had to in there somewhere. Sammy, I know you are in there somewhere. Listen to me, you are stronger than this thing. Help us. Don't let it kill us. My world went black and all I felt was cold.

"Jay?" The voice was distance, like someone was calling to me threw a bubble or something of the watery element.

"Jay?!?" There it was again, but this time it was louder. I felt someone shaking me gently and checking my pulse. I moved to push the person, well, I hoped it was a person, away and a groan escaped my lips.

"Thank God!!" The voice said after my movement.

Dean. I concluded. My head was pounding.

Wonderful. I kept my eyes closed, the last thing I needed was to add searing light to a pound headache, the was a recipe for unpleasantness.

"Light?" I asked, my voice sounded like I had been asleep for months.

"None," Dean replied. I slowly opened my eyes and was greeted with a whole new kind of darkness.

"What…" I was still incredibly disoriented.

"Sam hit me from behind. I am pretty sure he doped you up big time." I nodded slowly, feeling the strands of my hair grind into the back of my skull. I was on a cold solid ground. I moved to rub my head and pulled Dean off balance and on top of me. I let out a small cry of pain. He immediately propped himself up on his forearms, leaving my elbow beside his face. I could feel his stubble on my arm.

"We're handcuffed together." He said. I grunted in response.

"Greeting Participants." Sam's voice boomed into the room and bounced off the respective walls. Yet there was something behind Sam's voice, something sinister, something dark and evil. Something like the voice I had heard in my dream.

"Welcome to my play house." I remained on the floor, pinpointing all the speakers as well as red blinking lights.

The cameras. I concluded. I moved Dean's head so that he could see what I saw. He nodded once he realized what I was pointing out. We knew the bastard taped things, but I had only speculated that he would actually watch while everything was unfolding. From the intelligence we had gathered, while this guys was alive, he had billions of dollars to spend. So he spent it by making this place buckets of fun. He had begun by taking random people and putting them through a series of grueling tests to prove they were worthy of living, but the ultimate out come was death. He killed all of his victims. There was no way to win this 'game'. I knew it. Dean knew it. All we had to do was get to Sam and send the spirit, demon thing to hell where it or he belonged.

Should be easy ……. right?