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WARNING! There is some pretty graphic torture. If you're squeamish and you read the italics, don't come running to me.

Enjoy chapter five!

"This is his room," Dr. Reed said. "Visiting hours are until seven o'clock."

"Thank you," Dean said. Dr. Reed smiled and left. Dean took a deep breath and let it out before opening the door. Dean looked in sadly at Bobby. He turned around and put his arm around Sam's shoulders and led him into the room. "Uncle Bobby's in here, Sam." Dean sat his brother on one of the hospital chairs then went to shut the door. When Dean turned back at Sam, he noticed how Sam's eyes were wide and staring right at Bobby's face. "Sammy, what's wrong?"

Tears started to fall down Sam's face and he started to whimper. Suddenly Sam stood and tried to rip his t-shirt off. "Sam?!" Dean stepped in front of his brother and grabbed his arms to stop his frantic movements. "Sammy, what's wrong?"

Sam started to hyperventilate as he roughly pulled his arms away from Dean and shoved him away.

"Sam, what the hell?!"

Sam ignored him as he clawed at the jean fasten. Dean froze in horror as he realized what his brother was trying to do. "No, no, no, no, Sammy!" Dean promptly grabbed Sam and forced him back in the chair, whapping Sam's hands away from his jeans in the process. "Sam, it's okay!"

"Nah!" Sam cried, his tears turning into full-on sobs. "Mahh-ser!" Sam screamed. "Pe se-ir Mahh-ser!" Sam screamed hysterically.

Realizing his brother was trying to say something, Dean cradled Sam's head in his hands and whispered, "Okay... Okay, just tell me slowly."

"Mahh-ser!" Sam whimpered, his eyes flicking to Bobby's body. "P-Pe i-i..."

"Shh... slowly, Sammy."

Sam just let out a sob and leaned down into his brother's arms. Things were starting to make sense in Sam's mind. Things were recognizable. The problem was his brain didn't seem to want to organize it all.

Dean brought Sam into his arms and let him sob into his shoulder. To be truthful, Dean was extremely happy that Sam seemed to be trying to communicate. Dean was determined now more than ever. If Sam could improve this much, Dean would be able to see Sam through it to the end. No matter what that end may be.

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For now, Sam slept peacefully on the floor in the corner of the hospital room. Dean was worried about what he'd do if Sam had another episode, but didn't want to leave Bobby's side. Not now.

Dean thought about Sam's reaction to seeing Bobby. How he tried to strip himself. What does Bobby have to do with what happened to him?

He sighed and grasped Bobby's limp hand in his. "You know... I heard that sometimes coma patients can hear what's going on around them. Well I hope that's the case with you, cause right now I need you to listen. I think Sammy's getting better. And... heh... as a result he's getting worse. Talk about your irony, right?" Dean laughed halfheartedly. "He had some... reaction to seeing you. I dunno if Asmodeus was lying down when he forced Sammy to... or... I dunno." Dean closed his eyes and forced his tears back. "Bobby, I really need you to wake up now. I... I don't think I can take care of Sam on my own. I mean, I know I've looked after him my entire life but... this is just so beyond me! And... with Dad gone, Caleb, Josh and Pastor Jim... they are all gone except for you. God..." Dean bent forward and rested his forehead on the bed next to Bobby's hand. "Please, Uncle Bobby... please."

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"Hello, my sweet," Dantanian said.

Sam looked back up at the invader with teary eyes. "Master... he's..."

Dantanian chuckled. "Oh, don't worry, my Pet. Asmodeus is far away. It's me you should be worried about." Dantanian stepped forward and pinned Sam to the ground, pressing and hand to his head. "This might hurt a bit," Dantanian sneered. He started to chant in Latin and Sam's body started to jerk. It went like this for two long minutes. At the end, Dantanian stood and left Sam laying limply on the ground, panting heavily.

"Oh... God..." Sam whimpered.

"Where is your peace?" Dantanian asked.

Sam's eyes flickered to Dantanian before he flipped himself over and pushed himself onto his knees. Sam looked around confused before clutching his head and sobbing. "Oh God!"

"Answer me, dammit!" Dantanian growled.

Sam shook his head hesitantly. "De-Dean..."

Taking it as an answer Dantanian asked, "Where is he?"

Sam looked up at Dantanian, a new emotion flickering in Sam's eyes. Determination. "N-no..." Sam whispered.

Dantanian went livid. He roared as he pinned Sam back on the ground and roughly pulled his pants down. Grabbing Sam's testicles he muttered, "Don't make me angry, Sammy. Because I swear to your God that you will regret it!"

Tears fell down the sides of Sam's face as he shook his head. "How... s-stupid... do you think... I am?" Sam gasped as Dantanian squeezed.

"Fine," he said.

Everything changed and suddenly Sam was naked, tied eagle-spread to a steel table. Sam's breathing quickened. "Th-this is in my head..." Sam squeaked out. "I-it's n-n-not real!"

Dantanian appeared above him, flicking a switch around suggestively. "The damage it inflicts may not be real, but the pain is." He grabbed Sam's penis and held the switch over it. "Last chance, Sammy boy. Where is your peace?"

Sam sobbed and closed his eyes as he shook his head. "U-up y-yours..." he muttered under his breath.

Dantanian gave a slight shrug as he brought his wrist up and flicked the switch down onto his member with a noisy WHACK!

Sam gave a grunt as his body jerked against the restraints. He ground his teeth together waiting for the next blow.

WHACK! Sam frowned slightly as he felt himself start to grow hard. What the...?

WHACK! A small yelp escaped Sam before he could stop it.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK! The blows increased in speed and strength. Sam's body started to tremble.

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

"St-top..." Sam begged through his sobs.

"What was that?" Dantanian asked triumphantly.

"Pl-lease... no more... no more..." Sam whimpered.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Sam screamed as Dantanian delivered a quick succession of hard blows. Sam reduced to trembles and sobs as his throbbing penis leaked slow rivulets of blood. Dantanian smiled as he bent down and licked up the bitter liquid. "Now tell me... where is your peace?"

Sam sobbed harder at his weakness. Dean already resented and thought me useless before... Sam let out a weak laugh. He's gonna hate me now.

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