Know When To Fold Em

Chapter Seven

"Son of a goddamn bitch!" Dean whirled around and sent everything on the dresser flying in all directions.

The noises Sam was making were bad enough, but when he started shouting that he belonged to Dean and that Dean was going to kill that bastard of a doctor—which, yeah, he was a dead man if Dean ever caught up to him—Dean's stomach churned violently. Actually, Dean was going to torture him before he killed him, particularly when Sam's shouts turned to pleas for Dean's help.

He was still a few hundred miles away and couldn't help his brother. That hurt worse than anything. It'd been so long since Sam turned to him, wanted his help or even indicated in the slightest he needed it and what happens when he does? Dean is too far away to do anything. He couldn't ask Cas for transportation help, because he didn't know exactly where Sam was, only what state he was in. He was closing in, but not close enough.

That's when the freaking phone went dead.

Dean yanked the phone away from his ear and stared at it. He hit the power button a few times then send. His phone was fine it was the phone at the other end that had died.

That just pissed him off even more.

Dean grabbed Sam's laptop bag and yanked the machine free. Setting it on the table, he booted it up, gripping the edges of the table until his fingers cramped and his knuckles were white waiting.

Sam drugged, that just couldn't be good. They both drank. Dean was more prone to the hard stuff while Sam mostly stuck to beer. He'd confessed to guzzling whiskey when Dean had been gone, but since his return from Hell Dean saw little evidence of that. Neither of them did drugs, they never had. Dean's main worry was his brother's tolerance to the Valium would be nonexistent. He'd seen Sam when he'd been drugged before, it wasn't a pretty sight and the kid had a hard time thinking straight.

Dean was having a hard time thinking straight right now. All he could think of was Sam, his Sam, the kid he was supposed to be taking care of, being raped by some skanky doctor and sold by an even skankier witch.

The deal had been blood, that's what Sam had told him. This certainly wasn't blood.

Turning to the laptop, Dean did a fast search. What he found horrified him. Prostrate massager? They couldn't give the boy a skin mag and a cup like everyone else? This had no purpose that Dean saw other than to take advantage of someone. Neither he nor Sam was into the use of things, other than the simpler sort. Dean didn't need things to control Sam. What Sam wanted was given freely by Dean and accepted eagerly by Sam.

He had no way of knowing what deal was done between Patrick and the doctor, but one thing Dean knew for sure was collecting Sam's fluid wasn't going to take any freaking hour.

Once he had Sam back what sort of relationship they shared was never going to be a question again. Sam needed and wanted Dean in control. He was going to get it, too.

At least he'd gotten some facts from Patrick's stupid need to one up him. The man was a doctor and a practitioner of witchcraft and he used special ingredients.

Patrick's ploy to discredit Dean as Sam's preferred partner backfired. Dean not only was that much closer to getting to his brother, but he had a plan to keep Sam safe and unwanted hands off him until Dean got there and was able to do that in person.

A call to Bobby with his new bit of information produced a call back an hour later with a name and a city. There was just over a week to go before Sam fulfilled his deal, but Dean wasn't waiting. Having Sam threatened in such a way was unacceptable. He'd need a little more time to put things together. Packed and already mentally gathering what he'd need, Dean was on the road.

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Patrick could hear Sam's second orgasm building and it took a lot not to walk in to witness it. He had promised the doctor privacy in order to keep everything professional but now it was biting him in the butt.

Sam seemed to continue to moan after the orgasm and then he could hear raised voices and at first he thought that Sam was already up for another orgasm. The muffled sounds were hard to distinguish but then he heard the word no plain as day.

There was no way he was going let that doctor hurt Sam and it sounded like his boy was in distress. Wasting no time he was through the door and to his horror he found Dr. Bates posed between Sam's outstretched legs hard cock hanging out obscenely.

"Get the hell away from him, now." Patrick had his hand out and soon the doctor was choking for breath.

Sam was whimpering on the table and it made Patrick want to drop the doctor fast so that he could tend to his lad.

Sam's voice pierced the fog of anger. "Please, Patrick, don't kill him."

Patrick released the doctor, unable to ignore Sam's strained request. The kid was already in distress, he didn't want to add to it.

"Sure Sam, anything for you, kid." He gave Sam a reassuring smile before returning his attention to the doctor who was scrambling to get his pants up. "You live thanks to Sam here, but know this, I better see payment in full in my account plus the tip you promised my boy. And if you breathe a word to the wrong people about me possessing Sam, I will end you. Now, for a parting gift."

Patrick snapped his fingers and gave the man a malice filled smile. It took a bit of energy but he packed a big punch in that one snap. The good doctor was now infected with every STD that was known to man.

"W-What did you do?" The doctor stammered out.

"Eh, nothing that you wouldn't get if you weren't such a whoring bitch. Now get the hell out so I can take care of Sam. Now!" Patrick barked and he was pleased to see the doctor scramble for the door.

Patrick turned around to find Sam fully exposed, his gown shoved up under his neckline with a rock hard cock leaking. The kid was moaning and his body was shaking and flushed. As Patrick moved to the table he had to resist attacking Sam himself.

"Sam, can I help? I'm so sorry this happened." Patrick said gently as he approached.

"Let me loose. It h-hurts." Sam's eyes were full of tears and his voice was pleading.

"Hold on Laddy, I'll take care of ya." Patrick ignored how Sam tried twisting away and choked out words that jumbled together beyond recognition. He tenderly took Sam's manhood in his hand and stroked gently. The cock was swollen red and hot to the touch, it had to be painful. Just a couple of gentle strokes and Sam had his release.

Sam was sobbing through it and Patrick found himself trying to comfort the distraught boy. He wiped away the tears as he spoke softly.

"It's okay Sam. You're a strong boy, you'll be fine."

Sam sucked in a big breath. "M-massager take it out...t-too much."

"Fuck." Patrick felt the anger flare back up but he clamped down on it knowing he needed to keep it under control for Sam.

He quickly moved to remove the massager, gently easing it from Sam's abused hole. He could see Sam's whole body relax with the removal of the offending object.

Patrick tossed it on the tray near the table and set about freeing Sam. First he pulled the table back to its full length and then he pulled Sam's shaking legs from the stirrups. He grabbed a discarded blanket from the floor and placed it on the trembling youth. The whole time he shushed and tried to keep Sam calm.

He then moved to Sam's right wrist and unbuckled the cuff. It angered him to see a bruise forming where Sam had struggled against the perverted doctor. Careful of the bruise, he gently rubbed the wrist and moved the arm getting the circulation going again before he did the same for the left. When he was satisfied that the kids circulation was restored he removed the large restraint across Sam's chest.

Once he was sure that Sam was somewhat comfortable he moved to help Sam sit up.

"I'll grab your clothes from the bathroom, lad." He moved quickly and soon had all of Sam's clothing in hand.

Patrick sat them next to Sam on the table and received a quiet thanks from Sam.

"Sure, would you like me to help you dress?"

Sam shook his head. "I think I'd like a moment to get myself sorted and I'd like to dress myself if that's okay?"

Sam's plea was unsure and it broke Patrick's heart and made him want to go hunt the doctor down, suffering for a lifetime with herpes seemed to kind.

"Sure Sam, take all the time you need. I'll wait for you right outside the room, just call for me if you need me."

"Thanks," Sam replied with a small smile.

Patrick nodded and returned the smile. He reached out and gave Sam's right shoulder a reassuring squeeze before heading to the door, where he quickly grabbed the phone.

Once outside he noticed that the battery had died. He wondered how much Dean got to hear, but in the end it didn't matter. It had been an unfortunate incident but he had been there to save Sam and hopefully that counted for something major in kid's book.

He would always be there to protect Sam, if the lad would let him.

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Sam was grateful to have a few moments to collect himself. His head was still feeling the effects of the drug and his body was aching and trembling like he had run a marathon.

It didn't escape Sam's attention that Patrick removed his cell phone from a hiding place as he left. It upset him that his brother had heard the attack and must be frantic by now. His mind went back to the fact that his brother had heard the attack and must be frantic by now. He hoped that Patrick would let him call Dean to let him know he was okay, but he wasn't sure if his 'master' would be happy with that request. The whole purpose of making Dean listen was to upset him. Sighing Sam tried to stop memory of the night's events from rearing their ugly heads.

He knew if he sat there too long the final attack would start to replay itself in his mind. The best thing would be to focus on getting dressed and getting out of the exam room from hell.

Sam grabbed his t-shirt and gingerly worked it over his head with his stiff and aching arms. The button down was much easier. He then threw the blanket to the floor and reached for his boxers.

Standing slowly he was able to work his boxers on and then turned to the task of pulling his jeans on. Once he was zipped, snapped and buckled he grabbed his socks.

The idea of sitting back down on the exam table freaked him out. He didn't want to look at it anymore so he pulled the stool over and sat down. Just as he got his shoes and socks on he noticed the tray that held all the doctor's instruments of torture he started to look away in disgust when he noticed Bates had left his keys, wallet and cell phone on the tray.

Sam swallowed hard. He knew it would be risky to take the cell phone because if Patrick found out he would be furious but Sam couldn't let the chance to let his brother know he was okay slip through his fingers.

He grabbed the phone and turned it off quickly, shoving it in his front pants pocket. With his button down shirt untucked he could hide the bulge in his pocket.

Sam took a calming breath and moved to the door, finally getting away from his nightmare with new hopes to contact his brother.

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Patrick was happy when Sam opened the exam room door, the kid's color was definitely better and he even managed a small smile. Patrick did notice that Sam was walking stiffly no doubt from soreness that the misuse of the massager had caused.

It made him want to beat the doctor until there was nothing left. The doctor had lied to him about everything and he could see that now. Instead he swallowed down his anger and focused on Sam. On getting Sam back to the hotel where his lad would be safe. Patrick was frustrated his plan to seduce Sam was now crushed due to the doctor's attack, but he knew if he waited and was patient another opportunity would arise. He just needed to be there for Sam.

"Let's go home, Sam." Patrick laid his hand on the small of Sam's back and together they made it out of the doctor's offices.

The drive back to the hotel was a quiet one and by the time they got back to the hotel room, Patrick could tell that Sam was exhausted. The kid was swaying in place.

He gently guided Sam into his own room. Sam paused at the bed and then looked timidly at Patrick waiting for instructions.

"Sam, I want you to strip down to your boxers and t-shirt and lay down in my bed to sleep. You are about to fall down you are so tired."

Sam nodded and swallowed hard. His trembling hand began to work the buttons on his shirt. Patrick wasn't sure if the shaking was due to exhaustion or if the kid was afraid of sleeping in his bed. Not wanting Sam to feel he was being forced into another sexual encounter, Patrick decided to share his reasons for sharing a room with the kid.

"Sam, I just want you to sleep. I feel so bad about what happened that I just want to take care of you, and keep an eye on you. I-I know it sounds stupid but I would feel better if I could watch you sleep, okay?" Patrick kept his voice soft and non-threatening.

Sam pulled off his jeans and looked at Patrick. "Yeah, okay."

He could see his statements put the kid at ease and it troubled him that Sam was afraid of him wanting sex after the attack. But he decided to chalk it up to the drugs still in his lad's system.

"Get some rest, Laddy, we can talk when you wake up, okay?" Patrick moved to help Sam pull the covers down on the bed.

Sam crawled in bed and let Patrick tuck him in and even gave him a hint of a smile as he thanked him.

Patrick sighed and made his way over to the easy chair that was located in the room. It was going to be a rough night and he had decided that if Sam had nightmares or trouble sleeping after his ordeal he would be there for him.

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Sam hadn't planned on falling asleep but the exhaustion got the better of him and he drifted off. He wasn't sure how long he slept but he was jerked awake by Dr. Bates invading his dreams.

He was stuck in the office with the devious doctor until Patrick's voice invaded the dream and his eyes flew open. Trying to catch his breath he could see Patrick's face right in front of his.

"L-Laddy, it's okay really. I-I won't let that bastard hurt ya." Patrick's voice was slurred and Sam could smell the whiskey on the older man's breath.

"I'm okay." Sam replied quietly as he tried to sit up and put some room between him and his 'master'.

"I-I'm so sorry Sam, really I am. I-I lost Lia and I could have lost you to that bastard." Patrick spat out.

Sam tensed as the witch moved closer and brought his left hand up to caress Sam's right cheek.

"I-I need you Sam just like I-I needed Lia. You- you bring such light into my life." Patrick words were slurred and he gave Sam a watery smile.

"I'm sorry about Lia, and really I'm okay Patrick. You didn't lose me." Sam tried to reassure the witch.

Patrick sighed and then his hand tightened its grip on Sam's cheek as he drew him in for a kiss. Sam wanted to fight him but didn't want to piss the man off. He knew that Patrick was quick to temper and the drinking only made the situation worse.

Sam was relieved that the kiss was just a soft brushing of the lips before Patrick pulled away.

"I-I want you Sam but-but I won't make you." Patrick replied breathlessly.

Sam was stunned and not sure how to proceed. He gave Patrick a reassuring smile before he spoke.

"Patrick after everything that has happened, I'm going to need some time to process it all. But maybe I could make you feel better, like I did the other night?" Sam hated the idea of giving Patrick another hand job but if it calmed the man all the better for Sam.

The witch's index finger under his chin guided his chin up. Sam sucked in a breath waiting for Patrick's response.

He was happy to see the older man smiling gently at him.

"Oh Sam, you-you have no reason to apologize. I-It makes sense that after today's events it would be h-hard for you to become aroused. Are you sure you are up for giving me a hand job?" Patrick moved an unsteady hand to brush Sam's bangs from his face.

"Yeah, I can do that," Sam replied.

He slid down in bed next to Patrick and reached for the man's cock. It was already hard and leaking when Sam took it into his hand. He started slow leisurely strokes and moved to faster harder strokes as Patrick's demands guided him. Not long after starting Patrick was shouting his name and coming hard.

"Sam get something to clean us up- then – then I want you to sleep n-next to me."

Sam obeyed and got up grabbing a couple of wet clothes and a towel to dry them with. He made quick work cleaning the come off of Patrick's stomach and his hands and then he settled next to Patrick.

He was happy that Patrick didn't make him cuddle with him but was frustrated his master laid his right arm possessively over Sam's chest. It would make it harder for Sam to slip away once the witch was asleep but doable.

After about twenty minutes, Patrick's breathing was deep and even and Sam was sure he was in a deep slumber. He slowly moved the witch's arm and swiftly made his escape from the bed.

His discarded jeans were lying next to the bed so he picked them up and quickly retrieved the cell phone before stealthily moving to his bedroom. Once inside he collapsed on the bed, happy to finally be able to contact Dean. He hoped that after a hand job, his master stay sleep and that would give Sam the perfect opportunity to call Dean.

TBC

A/N: Not as bad of a cliff hanger this time. Hopefully we will have more up soon.

A big thanks to our beta – MidgeVS5!