Repeat of Author's note: Aside from all the usual disclaimers... this story contains Extremely Explicit Violent and Sexual Content. (not wincest) The author in no way, shape or form condones violence to women. This story is written entirely for fictional and entertainment purposes only.

Dean grabbed at her through the bars. "That's not Rose!" he growled. "That's something that's taken over her body and we will save her from it! I swear to God, when we do, we're coming after you next!"

"Not Rose?" Grams asked, amused. "See for yourself." She waved her hand over Rose and the demon possessing her poured out of her in smoke just as it had come in. Rose was left, sitting on the ground, hugging her grandmother's leg and whimpering. Grams reached down and petted her again.

"Let her go!" Dean cried out. At his outburst, the other men who had entered the room with Grams stepped forward, holding cattle prods. One of them struck Dean with the cattle prod and he shrunk back from the front of the cage, his anger and frustration at the boiling point.

From the back of his own cell, Sam said, "Why?" Dean and Grams both turned to look at him as he stepped forward toward the front of the cage, but not too close to the guard next to him with another cattle prod. "Why?" he repeated. "Why Rose? Why us?"

"You Winchesters think you're all high and mighty and above everything else, that's why!" Grams replied to him, anger in her voice. "And our little Katy... the most precious of all my grandchildren, I must admit... chose you over her own family!" Grams continued, hissing at them. She turned and looked at Rose cowering on the ground at her feet. "One of your own kind! Katy! Why couldn't you stick with one of your own kind?"

"What did you do to her?" Dean growled at the old woman.

"I didn't do anything to her," Grams replied with a syrupy sweet lilt to her voice. "She is as she was meant to be." She looked down at Rose and petted her head again. "Oh, you mean this?" and she dug her fingernails into one of the wounds on Rose's back. Rose cringed and dropped her chest further to the floor, but didn't make a sound. "She refused to do what I told her. This is her punishment."

"Why would she refuse?" Sam asked, pushing Grams for more information. He knew what it was Rose must have refused and he didn't understand what was going on. He had to know. "She's one of you now, so why would she refuse to…" he stopped, realizing he almost let Grams know he was aware of her order to Rose to kill them.

"Curious, aren't we?" If Grams had been a typical grandmother, it would have sounded sweet. From her it just sounded sinister. She laughed. "Because of him," she said in a raspy voice. She stepped up to Dean's cage, taunting him. He started forward -- she was within arms reach -- but the guards stepped forward with the cattle prods again. Dean backed off and she held them off with a wave of her hand. "You didn't know?" she asked him. "Your daddy didn't tell you? Oh, of course not. If he'd told you, you might not have fucked her." Dean looked at her wide-eyed. "You think I didn't know? That you were her first?" Grams continued taunting him. "She was supposed to stay with her own kind. You ruined her, left your mark on her! She was pure before you came along and tarnished her forever. Once that veil was broken there was no getting her back, ring or no ring."

Grams continued, spewing venom with her words, "Even I didn't know what kind of connection she already had to you. But when I figured it out… when I realized why our brother tried to kill her as a child -- a pureblood child and he tried to kill her! A pureblood sacrifice is the greatest sacrifice of all if we want to defeat you and all others like you. My granddaughter is my greatest sacrifice. But it will be worth it to see you dead!" she hissed at Dean. "You killed my son and then you killed my brother at Hell's Gate! I will have vengeance! Even if it means sacrificing my little Katy to get it!"

Grams stepped closer, switching tones again from venomous to sweetly sinister. "You want her still, don't you, Dean? My little granddaughter makes you feel something no one else does. You can feel her like a fire in your blood."

Dean looked at Grams as his mind became cloudy. She was right, but how did she know? He shook his head, trying to shake off the strange feeling coming over him. He saw Grams motion to one of her guards and the guard unlock and open his cage. He wanted to rush at this old biddy and wrap his fingers around her throat, but he remained where he stood. He looked down at Rose on the ground looking up at him with sky blue eyes. She had the same fear in her eyes that she had the first night she'd spent with them, knowing how he could hurt her, only now she knew that he would.

Dean strode out of the cell and picked Rose up off the floor.

"Dean! What are you doing?" Sam yelled at him.

"Leave your brother alone, Sammy," Grams said. "He's busy."

"Dean! What the hell?" Sam yelled again. He glared at the old woman, "Don't you dare call me that!"

Dean carried Rose by the waist and threw her hard against the wall, causing the open wounds in her back to begin bleeding freely again. He glanced over his shoulder at Grams, "He really doesn't like anyone to call him that."

As Dean held her against the wall, Rose spoke for the first time, whispering in his ear, begging him, "Please, Dean, please. Not like this."

He pressed himself up against her body, the bulge in his pants aching to be released. Holding her wrists above her head with one hand, he fumbled to get his jeans loose with his other hand. Suddenly he heard Sam's voice in his head, Dean stop.

Sam had never used mind control on his brother, but he knew he had to stop him one way or another. Dean hesitated, trying to shake the fog from his head. There were too many people in his head, Grams, Sam and now Rose as she responded to Sam.

Sam, no, she said to him. You can't do this right now. You can't let her know what you can do. Dean heard her replying to his brother, but saw that her lips weren't moving. The fog in his head grew thicker as he heard Rose and his brother talking to each other in his mind.

Rose, I can't… I can't let this happen, Sam said to her.

No, Sam, get out of his head, she replied.

Just everyone get out of my head! Dean screamed inwardly, still holding Rose against the wall, but hesitating to go any further with her.

Grams walked up to him and looked him up and down. "You're tougher to break than I thought," she said to Dean. She put a hand lovingly to Rose's hair and Rose pulled her head away in disgust. "Just do it and get it over with!" Grams barked.

Dean renewed his grip on Rose as the conversation between Rose and Sam continued.

Sam! she shouted in Dean's head. You know what they're going to do to us! You can't let Grams know what you can do! she repeated. She doesn't know your powers yet! You have to wait until the right time! You have no choice, Sam. You have to let this happen.

Dean had his pants open and was kicking Rose's legs apart with his boots. No! Dean… Sam cried out silently.

Sam, please! Rose pleaded, so connected to him now that she could feel his hot tears on her cheeks even though she herself wasn't crying. Outwardly, she didn't make a sound as Dean forced his way into her.