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Last night's episode was AWESOME!!!! and really unexpected in many ways! Don't worry, I want say any spoilers but OMG it must be my fave ep of the fourth season so far!

Here's chapter two... I hope it's not too boring... things are moving kinda slow in the story at the moment.

He flicked the whip and Sam screamed as it hit his inner thigh. "M-m-mast-ter… Pl-lease…"

"Na, ah, ah,"

WHAP!

"You seemed to dislike my cock in your mouth."

WHAP!

WHAP!

"You should be pleased and happy that I have given you such an honor…"

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

"P-p-pet is-s-s…" Sam sobbed.

Asmodeus handed the whip to Four. "Show me." He took Sam down from the chains and forced him into kneeling position. Sam automatically opened his mouth and suppressed a whimper as he found himself swallowing Asmodeus' member…

Sam's eyes snapped open as Dean pulled him into seating position.

His voice unable to rouse his brother, Dean removed the restraints and gently shook him. "Sammy, wake up!" Sam continued to sob and scream violently, trapped in his nightmare. Thinking he might hurt himself, Dean pulled him into sitting position so he could hold on to him while Sam rode out the rightmare. He jumped a little as Sam gasped awake and looked around for his source of comfort. "D-De…?" he said uncertainly. His body was sweaty and shaking uncontrollably. When he saw where Dean was, he turned around and wrapped his arms around desperately, burying his face into Dean's neck. "De!" he sobbed.

"Shh… It's okay…"

"Uh… uhnnn…" Sam's voice hitched in effort through the tears. "Nnn…!"

Dean tightened his grip on his brother. He hated it when Sam made the unrecognizable noises. It was just another reminder of how broken his brother was. "It's okay Sam… it was just a nightmare… it wasn't real…"

"Unn…" Sam whimpered. "Nnaah!"

"Shh, shh, shh…" Dean slowly unwrapped his arms from Sam and looked at his face. He felt his heart tug as Sam looked back with dull, pain-filled eyes. "I… I need you to eat something, okay?" There was no sign that Sam even heard him. He just kept staring at his anchor to reality. Dean sighed as he got off the bed and helped Sam up. He cringed as Sam whimpered in pain but proceeded to getting Sam on his feet and leading him to the kitchen. He hasn't let Sam go anywhere without support or contact since the fourth day after Sam was rescued…

After they handed Asmodeus over to Dantanian, and they found an apartment for Sam to recover in, Sam slept peacefully for nearly three days. He only woke when Dean wanted to give him some water.

On the fourth day, while Dean was making himself breakfast, he heard a small whimper from the doorway into the kitchen. Recognizing the source, Dean turned around quickly to see what was wrong. Sam was on the floor on his hands and knees and for a moment, Dean thought he fell trying to get to him. Sam lifted his head and seemed to look into blank space. He then crawled forward towards Dean. Not because he couldn't stand or because he was physically weak. It was like he was playing pretend 'dog.'

Dean watched in horror as Sam sat in 'dog-sitting' position in front of him and brought his arms up to his chest, his hands hanging limply forward.

Begging like a dog.

The thought rang through Dean's head as he realized that Sam was begging for food. Sam was looking up at him with pleading, fear-filled eyes, tears running down his face, and his body trembling from the crying and pain. His soft whimpers furthered the image of a dog and Dean found himself quickly grabbing him and pulling him into standing position. Sam screamed and started to sob at the sudden jostling, but Dean couldn't handle the image of his brother acting like a dog…

Dean rubbed his arms comfortingly as he led Sam to the table. Trying desperately to erase the image of his begging brother, Dean grabbed a slice of toast and placed it on a plate in front of his brother. Sam looked at the food before turning to his brother with sad eyes. "Ah… ahnn…"

"What is it, Sammy?" Dean sat next to his brother and placed a hand on his shoulder. Sam gave him a hesitant, confused look. "Mmm-eh eh…!"

"Aren't you hungry?" Dean pointed to the toast. Sam grabbed the sides of his head and sobbed harder. "Hey, it's okay…!" Dean soothed. "Shh, shh, shh…" He tore a small piece off the toast, stood up and gently pulled Sam's form to his chest. "C'mon Sammy. I know you must be hungry." He held the small piece out for Sam. Sam turned his tearstained face momentarily away from his brother's chest to look at the offering forlornly then buried his face back again, his sobs coming out so hard he was starting to choke on them. "C'mon Sam! Just eat!" Not knowing what else to do, Dean cradled Sam close and quickly popped the toast into Sam's mouth mid-sob. Sam's sobs started to subside as he started to chew the sustenance. Dean leaned forward and ripped of another piece. He shushed Sam's post-sob gasps while gently stroking his cheek. "Shh… It's okay. Just breathe." Dean held the piece in front of Sam's mouth, lightly touching his lips with it. "C'mon, let's get a few more pieces down, 'kay?" Sam obediently opened his mouth and allowed Dean to stick it in. Dean gave a small smile as Sam chewed. "That's good, Sammy! That's really good…!"

Sam sat at the table as Dean made some chicken soup. As it was heating, Den grabbed a protein drink and poured some into a glass. "Here, Sam." Dean held the glass as to his mouth as he supported Sam's head. He tipped the glass and allowed a slow stream to enter his brother's throat. Sam gulped it down instinctively until Dean brought the glass back up when it was half empty to allow Sam a breather.

D-De…"

"What is it Sam?"

Sam looked up at him, then grabbed his hand and held it close to his face. "De."

Dean sighed as he stroked Sam's hair. As much as he hated to admit it, his patience was starting to wear thin. It's been two weeks and Sam was no better. Besides being… assaulted, Dean had no idea what had happened to Sam so did really know how to help him.

"I got to get your food, Sam." Dean pulled himself away to get the soup.

Sam teared up as Dean pulled his hand out of his. "De…?"

"One moment, Sam." It went against all of Dean's instinct to cause Sam anymore pain or sadness, but if Sam was going to get any better, he had to learn, if slowly, to be independent.

He stuck a couple to ice cubes in the soup to cool it down and brought it back to the table. "See, Sam…" Dean laid a hand on Sam's arm. "I'm right here…" Sam grabbed his hand and cradled it to his face again. Dean sighed. Baby steps.

Dean grabbed a spoon and scooped up some f the soup. He put a supportive hand on the nape of Sam's neck again as he tried to slip the spoon between his lips. "C'mon, Sam…" Sam seemed to give him a confused look before opening his mouth. "That's a good boy…" Dean tipped the spoon's contents in…

That's a good boy, Pet… Good doggy…

Sam screamed as he launched himself backwards, landing in a sobbing heap on the floor.

"Sam!"

"Nah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!!" he sobbed childishly.

Dean quickly kneeled in front of him, unsure of what set him off and scared of doing it again. "Sam! Sammy, it's okay!" He grabbed Sam's hands with difficulty and attempted to still Sam's body spasms. Sam was completely unaware of his brother's presence and started to hit his head against the wall, grunting pathetically with each hit.

"Sam! Stop!" Dean pulled Sam away from the wall and wrapped his arms tightly around Sam to prevent further harm as Sam worked through the episode.

Seven grueling minutes of sobbing, screaming, jerking, and fighting, Sam finally started to calm down. Dean placed an arm under Sam's knees and another behind his back and lifted his way too thin body. Sam whimpered and cried in pain and curled into Dean's chest. "Shh… C'mon…" He decided to finish finding Sam later and carried Sam to the bedroom. When he placed him on his bed, Sam launched himself into his brother's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "Uhnn! Ahh…! De!!"

Dean rubbed his back and held Sam close. He didn't bother to talk or shush his brother, knowing they made no difference to Sam anyway. It was just something he did to break the silence. But right now he didn't really feel like talking to Sam.

When Sam's sobs ceased (though his tears and trembling remained) Dean grabbed his cell.

"Singer," Bobby's voice said over the phone.

"Hey, Bobby," Dean said with a tired voice.

"Dean! How's Sam? Is he okay?"

"He's… the same. Look can you come over? I need to talk."

"Sure. I'll be there in ten."

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Dantanian stared at the Devil's Box. Even though he had wanted this for a long time now, even though he had gone to great lengths to capture his brother, he was unsure how to punish him without risking harm to himself. As much as he hated to admit it, Asmodeus was more powerful than him…

"Master?"

"Ah, Caroline! How is everything going?"

"Excellent, master. The new slaves are learning their place as we speak," Caroline said with an evil glint in her eyes.

Dantanian smiled. "That's good." He returned his attention to the Devil's box as he asked, "When will be ready?"

"At this rate? At the most, a month."

"Excellent! You may leave now."

Caroline bowed as she backed out of the room. Dantanian leaned over the box and whispered, "Hear that my dear brother? Once and for all I'm going to show both you and Azazel what I can do…"

Well? Tell me ALL your thoughts please! The dragon's hungry!