Chapter VI

Dean and I knew that Sam was somewhere in the building. This guy could not stand to lose. He flat out refused to lose. So he would be somewhere, waiting for us. But where was the question. The guy inside him had found a way to block my sensing, so I had no idea where they were. That was a bigger problem than I knew. Dean and I started a methodical search of the entire compound. It was to best idea we could come up with.

We were on the forth floor when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I froze mid movement. Dean ran into me and was knocked off balance.

"Jesus, Jay! You have got to stop with this whole freeze like a cat thing. I don't function that way!" I turned around quickly and covered Dean's mouth.

He's here. I sent, Dean nodded.

Where? He asked.

Right behind you. The voice invaded our heads. Dean turned around and was met with Sam's hard fist. Dean spun off balance and I kicked Sam square in the chest, sending him flying into the wall. I grabbed Dean and urged him to run. We took off. There was no way we could take Sam on while he made the rules. I heard a shot ring out and felt a white hot pain in my shoulder. I hit the ground and rolled over instinctively. I saw Sam fast approaching.

"RUN DEAN!!" I shouted. Dean looked from me to Sam and took off, cursing the whole time. Possessed Sam looked down at me, his normal Beretta M92F. I was gripping my shoulder trying hard to stop the bleeding. Possessed Sam reached down and grabbed my wounded shoulder, dragging me to my feet. I cried out in pain and there was a brief flash of my Sammy. That was it. Me or Dean in pain would help Sam fight.

"I will find him." Possessed Sam was back.

"Like hell, Burdos." I spat. A wolfish grin slipped across Sam's face. He squeezed my shoulder hard and I stifled a cry. I knew I could not give him the satisfaction he wanted. It was the cries of pain that got him off. If I didn't scream, he would loose interest in me and maybe go looking for Dean.

"I have just the place for you." He said. An icy finger drew a line down my back. I didn't like the sound of that. He dragged me down to the third floor and into a secret room. In that room awaited horror. Once we crossed the threshold, I was slammed by multiple visions. This was Burdos' personal torture chamber. The victims that had not died on the first floor, died here. I saw pleading faces, heard cries of pain and felt horror, terror. I felt how it was intoxicating for him. I knew where I was going. On the exam table, chained to it to be exact. It was quite a struggle, but once again, Sam's body was far stronger than my own. I found myself chained to the cold steel in an 'X'. The chains were just long enough that I could struggle, but even with all my strength, the chains wouldn't break.

"There now, pet. Isn't that comfortable?" he asked, stroking my hair. I thrashed and spat at him.

"I am not your pet." I growled. He smiled the wolfish grin again.

"Well, aren't you feisty." He purred. "I will enjoy taming you." Another icy finger drew a line down my spine. I kept my face in its poker position while inside I panicked. He intended to have Dean and me for days before he killed us, possibly weeks. That thought terrified me beyond mere words.

"Now, I must go find the other one." He stated, closing the heavy door behind him.

I don't know how long he was gone, but I know how long it felt like. The room was pure white, no clock, no windows. Just that damn door and a camera. I had given up struggling with the thick chains hours ago, or at least it felt like hours ago. I heard a click and turned to the door. I watched as an unconscious Dean was thrown into the room by a bloodied up Possessed Sam. Dean's body just rolled and came to a stop close to me. Possessed Sam put his tools down on one of the near by tables. I watched silently as he grabbed Dean and hauled him over to the chains on the wall. He chained Dean to the wall in an 'X'. I waited for Possessed Sam to leave the room to undoubtedly clean up.

Dean? I sent. Dean? I keep calling his name until he stirred and pulled against the chains. Upon realizing that he was chained to a wall his eyes shot open. He began to struggle uselessly.

DEAN! I got his attention. He looked at me.

"Jesus, are you alright?" he was looking at the dried blood on my shoulder and on the table in a small pool around my shoulder.

I'm fine. Stop struggling. It is no use. I've tried. We have to conserve our strength. This depossession is going to take a lot out of me. I need you to focus on getting free. Do you still have that paper clip on your wristband? I asked. He nodded. Good. Focus on getting free. I know that he will come to me first. He ….. has more fun with women. Whatever happens, get free and knock him out. Dean nodded again and began reaching for the paper clip. He had learned after being handcuffed to a police car that he needed to start carrying paper clips with him. He had three in each pocket, five in various places in his jacket and two somewhere in his wristband. We heard the door click open and my heart skipped a beat. I knew that what ever happened was going to hurt. I watched as Possessed Sam entered the room.

He was in a butcher's outfit, kind of. His had the apron on, the black slick ones. His shaggy hair had been slicked back, one strand rebelling and staying in his face. Giving him an eerie look. He kind of reminded me of Hannibal Lector. I had read all the books with in college. Thought Hannibal had been a fictional character, he was fascinating character to profile. I did that often, found books with unusual characters and profile them. It had been good practice. Possessed Sam's eyes where now solid black instead of the usual jade green. He turned to me and I did my best not to jump. He paid no mind to Dean, assuming that Dean was still unconscious.

Dean, dropped your head. I don't want you seeing this. I sent, guarding our conversation from Possessed Sam. I felt Dean panic a little and then did as I asked. I knew this was going to get ugly and I knew that it was going to be a while until Dean was free. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Preparing?" came Burdos' voice. I opened my eyes to find him standing over me, stroking my hair again. I looked at him with all the defiance I could muster.

"Nothing will prepare you for this." He said coldly, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me roughly into a kiss that made the spilt in my lips burst open again. My mouth was flooded with the taste of copper and I knew that it had begun.