It had seemed like the world slowed down as Olivia and Sam disappeared over the ledge. Elizabeth ran to the side and saw them disappear into the water. The pit in her stomach deepened, it seemed so high up that it was possible they hadn't survived. There was a groan from Dean and she turned back. Dean was clutching his arm where the blood was gushing.

"Dean!" Elizabeth said and she ran back to him.

"I'm okay." He said, biting his lip against the pain. "Just hurts like a son of a bitch." Elizabeth took off her jacket and pressed it against the wound drawing another moan of pain from Dean.

"Sam and Olivia?" Dean asked, Elizabeth shook her head.

"I didn't see them resurface, I don't know." Elizabeth felt tears sting her eyes. Olivia had tried so hard to get away from him.

"We'll send a search party, if anything we can make sure he's dead." Dean said bitterly and she could see he was hurting too. There was no time to grieve right now, Campbell had helped in this and he was the closest they had to placing blame.

xXx

The first thing Olivia felt waking up was pain. Her legs hurt and her lungs hurt and just everything hurt. The second was the soft bed she was lying on and for a second, she thought she was back in her apartment and that this had to be some crazy dream. She opened her eyes and saw she was in an unfamiliar room. The memories came pouring back, of the black water speeding closer and closer and then nothing. Sam had made her fall, where was he? She made to get up and saw that her shirt and pants had been removed. Thank goodness she had decided to wear boy shorts today but the rage sizzled since she knew who had removed her shirt and pants and how dare he.

She found a shirt folded neatly on a chair nearby and she buttoned it up. It was a men's shirt and was far too big so that it covered her thighs. Feeling at least less vulnerable, she went to the door of the small bedroom and peaked out. It looked like any regular high rise apartment except for the covering of the windows. She didn't see Sam anywhere but there was a small kitchen and kitchens had knives.

She darted to the kitchen and pulled out the largest butcher knife she could find. Olivia crouched low as she peered around the counter. The apartment was sparse, there was a small room that could be the bathroom, a couch with a bookshelf and TV near it and a small corner of gym equipment. Obviously this was used for some sort of long term nesting if the occasion called for it. Where was Sam?

The bathroom door was a jar as Olivia let the large sleeve fall over the knife in her hand. As she cracked it open she heard someone behind her say,

"Now what were you going to do with that knife?"

Olivia spun around trying to thrust the knife up but Sam caught her wrist and slammed it against the wall, causing her to drop the knife and give a small yelp of pain.

Sam grabbed her other arm and forced it against the wall, gripping her wrists with one hand. His boot kicked the knife away from them and his other hand settled on her hip.

"Hello to you too." He said giving a smile.

"Why did you take me here?" Olivia asked.

"This is my safe house, just a stop on the way." He said. "My mission is done so we won't be staying here long."

"You killed the president!" Olivia said,

Sam smiled, "That was the point of me coming here. You should see the news. They're dragging the river as we speak, looking for me and you. You were knocked out when you hit the water, also that's why I did you the favor of taking your shirt and pants off, didn't need you catching hypothermia. Though I have to say, I like the look of my shirt on you." He said smiling even wider and looking down.

Olivia looked down at the green and red striped shirt.

"I think it's hideous." She said far more flippantly than she felt.

"It was on sale. Now can I let you go or are you going to keep trying to attack me?"

Olivia gritted her teeth, he was too close and she needed some space between them to think. She nodded and he released her.

"Are you hungry?" He asked opening the fridge and taking out some sandwich fixings. Olivia glowered at him. He raised his eyebrows.

"I'll take that as a yes." He began to make the sandwiches. Olivia decided to ask the question that had been on her tongue since she first woke up.

"What are you going to do with me?" Olivia said as he slid the plate in front of her.

He smiled again, and it was the same smile that had haunted her dreams for three years,

"I have so many ideas."

xXx

It was a few days after he had given her the paper and markers that he came into her room. Olivia had been sketching the shell in her hand when the door opened. He came in and Olivia started to stand.

"You can sit." Sam said.

Olivia noticed the bags under his eyes and how his shoulders slumped. He looked tired. Sam drew a breath in and then out again.

"I wanted to see how you liked the markers." Sam said after a moment of silence.

"I love them, thank you." Olivia said.

Sam gave a small smile that only seemed to magnify how tired he looked.

"Can you, do you want to show me them?" Sam asked.

The gentleness in how he said it made something catch in Olivia's throat. She nodded and he came and unexpectedly lowered himself so he was sitting on the bed with her. Olivia flipped open to the first page it showed an ocean scene in black and white.

"You weren't kidding when you said you missed the ocean." Sam said, Olivia nodded.

"I just miss feeling warm in general." Olivia said knowing she'd seen sheets thicker than the blanket she slept with. Sam ran his hand over the material with a smile. He then sat up and shrugged the jacket off of his shoulders.

"Here, you can borrow this while you show me." He said as he draped the large green cloth over her shoulders. Olivia gave a small laugh but wrapped the jacket around her shoulders just the same. Even if she didn't want it, she would have been too scared to refuse it.

They flipped through the pages Olivia giving descriptions for some of them, others Sam just held them and looked at them.

"This your family?" Sam said holding up a rough sketch of people in a crowd. Olivia nodded, a lump had formed in her throat. They had to be so worried, wondering where she was. Sam looked at the drawing for a moment before reaching into his pants pocket and pulling out an old worn photograph. Olivia had to suppress a gasp as she saw was unmistakably a very young Sam, Dean and a blonde girl that she didn't recognize.

"That's my brother, and that's my sister." He said quietly.

Dean had told Olivia briefly about Jo. She hadn't survived the journey from the West to the North and she could tell that Dean had blamed himself. She saw the exact same blame in Sam's eyes.

"Where are they?" Olivia asked, she had wondered if Sam knew what had happened to Dean.

"My brother, I have no idea. He could be dead for all I know." Sam said and Olivia wondered at the amount of bitterness that was in his voice. "Jo," He said, his thumb lightly running over the smiling face of the little girl, "she died, soon after we were taken North. My brother Dean and I, we, we tried everything we could to keep her alive." His voice was small and Olivia could hear the bitterness in his voice. His face looked older and younger at the same time and for the first time instead of a huge man sent in to torture her, she saw the little floppy haired boy, standing over the body of his sister and feeling alone, and that he had failed and then over the years, letting that feeling stay where it was, and he never grew strong under its burden. It just continued to grow through the years.

"I'm sorry." Olivia said.

"It happened around this time, fifteen years ago." Sam said. He cleared his throat and picked the book up again. Something in Olivia gave her the courage to put her hand over his as he began to turn a page.

"It wasn't your fault." Olivia said deciding to audit the fact that it was the North's fault for now.

Sam gave her a smile that looked like he understood what she was doing but nice try, he didn't believe it.

"Did you like the shell?" Sam said changing the subject.

"I love it." Olivia said pulling the shell from under her pillow. Sam took it from her hand and rolled it between two of his fingers.

"It's got a few holes in it." Sam said.

"That's fine, most shells are like that." Olivia said.

"No, I got an idea." Sam said. He pulled from his tshirt a leather cord. A golden gargoyle was attached to the end and he slid it off the end and slid it into his pocket.. He took the shell and threaded it through.

"There we go." He said holding it up for her.

"It's pretty." Olivia said smiling,

"Turn around." Sam said and Olivia turned. Sam brushed the hair away from her neck and fastened the shell necklace around it.

Olivia looked as the small shell settled against her collar bones and a shiver ran through her as she felt Sam's fingertips brush the back of her neck. Olivia fingered the shell and turned back to Sam.

"Thank you." She said, Sam smiled, it was meant as a genuine smile but all it did was confuse Olivia more. The sensible thing would be to not trust him at all, to know that this could just be another way to get information, but he really did act like he meant it. She felt like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And it did drop.

The next morning Sam entered the prison and was given orders to report to Crowley. He found him in his office. The office was by far the most opulent room in the prison. The rich desk he was behind wasn't just there for a purpose, it was a statement. He was the king here.

"You asked to see me sir?" Sam said standing with his hands behind his back.

Crowley smiled,

"I wanted to ask about a report on our favorite prisoner." He said.

"I've sent the report from my last interrogation." Sam said.

"No, no." Crowley said shaking his head, "Sam, I know what's in the report and every single report. She is not talking. You're the best we have, want to tell me why she's so quiet?" Crowley said standing up. He looked up at Sam

"I can't sir." Sam said

Crowley gave him a searching look.

"I thought so. I suppose I'll have to show you how to properly interrogate." He said and walked past him

"That isn't necessary sir." Sam said. His voice was flat not showing any emotion. Crowley pursed his lips and turned back to him.

"Did I just hear you contradict me solider?" He said stepping towards him.

"I meant sir that this is my job and I want to finish it."

Crowley gave him another searching look, this time he seemed to find what he needed.

"Well obviously I'm going to have to show you how to do your job. Also, I think this will be a lesson in not getting attached. Now come with me, and let's go see your pretty prisoner."

Olivia was woken by the guards and taken to the interrogation room. Instead of being left at the door she was taken in and her hands were attached to chains on the ceiling. They were lifted up so her toes were only just touching the ground and the blood began to leave her hands. It was already beginning to hurt.

The door opened behind her back and she saw Sam out of the corner of her eye and then Crowley.

"Miss O'Malley, so nice of you to wait for us." Crowley said. Olivia looked at Sam, who was staring at her but his eyes looked cold and dead. Fear that she hadn't felt before even here filled her.

Crowley shucked off his black jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his black dress shirt.

"Moose here has told me that you aren't talking. I've seen the footage, he's tried everything from cutting to sweet talk. Anything and everything to get you to talk. Isn't that right Winchester?" He said looking over his shoulder and smirking at Sam. "So I've volunteered to show him how the job is done."

He got closer and Olivia visibly began to struggle. She looked over Crowley to Sam and his stare almost made the bile rise in her throat. Crowley ran his hand to the collar of her jumpsuit and tore it open. Olivia felt his hands on her skin and she gave a small whimper.

"Oh none of that yet, I haven't even started yet sweetheart." Crowley said. His eyes caught the shell necklace. He fingered it lightly.

"It's against the rules for any prisoner to have something like this." He said, "Keeping secrets from us? What else are you hiding?" Olivia didn't say anything, "Answer me!" He shouted and he ripped the necklace off from around her neck, the movement caused a burning against her neck and he threw it away onto the floor. The strain the movement put on her shoulders was excruciating and she screamed.

Crowley walked away from her and Olivia saw Sam give a small start and then she felt the crack of the whip against her back. It stung against her neck,

"What unit did you work for?" Crowley said,

"I worked with the spy network." Olivia said sobbing, Crowley gave her another crack, this time the steel tipped rope cutting the fabric and Olivia felt the hot trickle of the blood ooze down her back.

"I worked personally with the special ops agents we sent out." Olivia shouted.

"Who are they?" Crowley said, appearing back towards her, a knife in his hand. The blade rested against her side. Olivia shook her head, the tears coming fast now. The knife dug into her side and she screamed again.

"Do you want to keep your fingernails?" Crowley said, and he motioned to Sam. Olivia watched as he pulled her chained hands down from the hook on the ceiling.

"Hold her." Crowley said. Olivia felt Sam press against her back as her hands were held behind her, he was pressing against the whip marks, the sting was unbearable.

She felt Crowley's hands grasping her finger,

"No, no please no!" Olivia screamed but she felt the blinding hot pain as Crowley pulled her nail straight from the nail bed.

"I'll do it sir!" Sam shouted, "I'll take it from here."

"I really don't think so moose." Crowley said his hand on the back of Olivia's neck forcing her face into the table. Crowley took a handful of her hair and banged her forehead into the table. Olivia saw black dots race across her vision and she actually prayed she would black out.

"You see moose, you can't just give them a few little cuts and expect them to talk." Crowley said forcing Olivia to turn around and slamming her against the surface of the table. Olivia was staring right into Sam's face and it was as impassive as ever. Crowley forced her to look at him,

"You've got to make them believe that they are going to be stuck in this hell for the rest of their life." Crowley said nonchalantly. He ran his hand down the side of her face, "I think we've almost got her there." He grabbed her by her collar and pulled her up and threw her at Sam. Olivia stumbled and fell but Sam caught her before she could hit the floor.

"Finish it." He said and he took a seat.

Olivia visibly trembled, she could feel the strength in his arms and knew what he could do. She tilted her head up at him and tried to find that Sam she had seen before, her eyes pleading. It was a monster looking back at her. The eyes were dead and cold as jade. He was following orders because he was their good little soldier.

Sam arms tightened on her arms, biting into her skin and turned her around so her back was pressed to his front. One arm was slung across her stomach the other reached for the knife as his belt.

Crowley was watching as if it was some mildly interesting show.

"Now, Miss O'Malley, are you going to be a good girl and talk?" Crowley said.

All Olivia could muster through the pain was a small whimper. Crowley rolled his eyes.

"I can't hear you. I'm afraid you're going to have to be a bit louder. Winchester, chain her back up."

Olivia again felt the strain of her arms and the chains. Crowley got up and walked in front of her.

"Now, are you going to talk?" He said again. Olivia nodded her head just a fraction.

"Good girl. Winchester, get the tape." Crowley said. Sam handed him the small recorder and Crowley switched it on.

"Now, talk." Crowley said. Olivia mumbled under her breath, causing Crowley to lean in closer. Just as he was in range, Olivia brought her head back and smashed it against his.

"Screw you, that's what I'm going to tell you!" Olivia said as loud as Crowley took a step back. He had bitten down on his lip and a steady trickle marred his face. He brought his hand up and touched it, smearing the blood over his chin. He gave a small chuckle,

"You're brave, but you're a stupid bitch too."

His hand connected with Olivia's face as he slapped her hard. It was only moments later that Crowley grabbed the whip and began to crack it across her back. Olivia screamed in pain, she knew Sam was near and she wasn't sure who she hated more. As her back began to feel like there was no skin left on it, she began to feel the edges of her vision become gray. She thought she heard Sam say something and then another crack sent another shock into her system. That was when she became blissfully unconscious.