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AN: this chapter contains child rape. Kinda graphic. You've been warned.

I'm actually having trouble with the whole 'Sam crazy' thing... seriously, let me know how I'm doing, 'cause I'm having trouble writing this fic... anyway ENJOY!

"Dean?" I whispered hopefully.

He smiled sadly. "Claire… It's me."

"Sam!" I sat up quickly, causing my head to spin.

Sam quickly retreated until his back hit the wall. "I'm sorry," he whimpered. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeated. "Sammy be good. I'll make it good. I'll be a good boy," he cried.

"Oh jeez, Sam I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you like that…"

"My fault. Dirty little boy needs training. Ahh! Please! Don't hurt me! Mommy…!" he whined. His voice changed with every statement. "Subject ready for testing. That's it, boy. I know you like it… Stop it!" He ran a fist to his head, repeatedly hitting it. "Won't go away. Nothing goes away… Why did you leave me, Dean!"

After several agonizing minutes, Sam… well, he passed out.

Even in sleep, he was curled in a protective ball and shivering in the corner. This kid just can't get a break.

I thought about his ramblings. I wondered how much of it was delusion and how much was past. A few things stood out to me. The first being, 'Why did you leave me, Dean.' I figured it just be residue from when he touched me. Or more realistically when I grabbed him. Pushing my guilt to the side for later, I figured that a lot of what's in his head is just information about other people. Everyone he has ever touched. Jeez, no wonder he's insane. I sighed.

What the hell are we going to do now?

The door creaked open and he stepped inside. He walked up to the naked teen cowering in the chains. "Ready, pretty boy?" he smiled maliciously. He pulled out a key and unlocked the chains from the wall. He dragged the boy back to a room with a four poster, dirtily-made bed. He chained each of the boy's extremities onto each of the posts, his body facedown. Sam started to whimper as he became vaguely aware of what was about to happen. The man smiled and his weak struggles. He flicked the whip and smiled wider when the Sam flinched. He brought his arm up and swung down heavily. Sam cried out as the whip dug into his flesh. His screams got louder with every stroke. Whap! Whap! Whap! After fifteen strokes he lay limply on the bed, reduced to whimpers and shaking profusely. "Oh I like this part," he said. "Now that you're all hot and sweet…" He undressed himself and straddled his legs. He thrust his enlarged member deep into Sam. Sam's eyes widened as he was assaulted by the images, sounds, and touch of past rapes and by the man's recent activities. The man worked himself deeper in, faster and harder. Sam felt disgusted at himself as his body responded. His body screaming to be released. The man grabbed his testicles, refusing Sam's release. His body vibrated against his will. When he finally released Sam, his entire body shook in agony as the overstimulated orgasm ripped through his body. Through all the chaos in his mind, one thought rang out. What the hell would Dean think of me now?

I left Sam alone to sleep in his corner. God knows he needs it. I kept wondering how the hell he doesn't have any nightmares. In the week he's been here, he's never had a single nightmare.

I quickly redid my hair and got dressed. I had a couple more clients tonight. Then I can really think about what I'm going to do next.

"Don't worry," I said to the college girl. "That Calculus test will be so easy, it'll seem like you're back in Algebra 2."

The girl gave me a smile as she opened the door and left, leaving me with the familiar bitter feeling. I checked my schedule. One more. Just one more to go… I walked into my room to check on Sam. He was minutely jerking fitfully now but besides that he was unchanged. I was overcome by feelings of guilt again. Why do people look so innocent when they're asleep? It just makes me feel worse. And Sam, he's got to be the most innocent person I met and I treated him like shit. I took another look at him. He's kinda cute… Woah! Okay, Claire. Let's not go there. He's got to be about seventeen years old. You are NOT a ped, Claire! My subconscious is so annoying. But truthful nonetheless. But I mean, if you ignore the scars and homelessness then he'd be decently attractive.

I went back and waited in the Waiting Room. Go figure. Right at 6:30, the door opened and a middle aged man walked in.

"Please come in," My mystic voice was getting scratchy at this point but it was still passable.

We sat on either side of my Crystal Ball Table. (I know, I've got such creative names for these things.) I smiled and said, "What do you need seen, sir?"

"There's a mission I've been assigned. Will I be able to complete it efficiently?"

"What's this assignment?"

"I need to recruit an exceptional person."

Okay, it doesn't take a genius to realize who this person was and what he intended. I stood and stated, "You need to leave, now."

At first he looked confused. But it quickly changed. "So you know. No matter." He lunged his arm out and grabbed me by my clothes.

"Get off me!" I screamed.

"I know that Winchester brat was affiliated with you!"

Winchester?! Dean Winchester?! What does that mean that he…?

"…It's no use trying to persuade you." He grabbed my hair and placed a hand over my mouth. Panic set in as I tried to pry his hands off me. "Shut the hell up, bitch!"

I heard a loud crack. His hand's went limp and I quickly pulled myself from his grasp. Falling to the floor in a heap, I looked up. The man was kneeling on the ground looking up a Sam with a dazed expression. Sam had my crystal ball tight in his hand. He swung his arm and the crystal ball shattered on contact with the man's face, whom went down cold.

We stayed still for an uncomfortably long time. Then Sam dropped the remaining of the ball hastily. "Bad man tried to hurt you," he whimpered, wrapping his arms around himself and hunching over. "'M sorry. I'll do better next time, promise. I w-won't let it h-h-happen a-a-again." He cried and stepped back as if expecting a blow.

"No, no, no, no, no, Sam. You did good!"

"Really?" he looked up with a hopeful face. My heart ached at the child-like demeanor.

"Yeah! Now wait here while I get a couple things, okay?"

"'Kay. My brother always said following pretty ladies' orders was a good thing. "

Sounds like your brother was a player. "Good. We're leaving here. Now."

Okay, I'm really doubtful about this chapter... so please tell me how I did! Please!

AN: I need someone I can talk to about each chapter. I'm not sure if that's what a Beta is or not, but someone to help with a few questions I might have and editing and stuff. Any volunteers?