Chapter 4

It's been a while since I've updated this, so sorry for that. Thanks for all the reviews guys.

Author's note 1: I don't think I'll have much time to finish some of my fics, such as Facing The Demons Within Myself, Family Torn From Within, and Fighting With The Shadows. Plus I don't really know how to finish/ carry on with some of them, so if anyone's interested in continuing any of them four for me please send me a message.

Warning: Sam's in this chapter, so that means some torture. Nothing too bad but I just thought I'd warn you guys. Enjoy.

Sam didn't know how long he had been hanging by his wrists in the shifter's lair in some filthy, smelly sewer, but he knew it must've been a long time since he had lost count of how many times he watched the sunrise and set through a little window in the far corner, that also provided the only light Sam had seen since he was captured by the shapeshifter. He had long given up on the fact that he would he rescued, he only hoped that, wherever Jess was, that she would be safe and not take his soon awaiting death too badly, he knew he was kidding himself to think Jess would be alright without him. Although they hadn't been together for long, he had felt that he would've spent the rest of his life with Jess and he figured, to some extent, she had felt that way about him too. Jess was a better hunter than him, he knew that, he also knew that Jess, if she tried, could take care of herself, but that didn't stop him from worrying about her seeing as the shifter had made it obvious from the first day he had woke up here that it wanted Jess to itself. This shifter was a sick son of a bitch, he had found that out as soon as he had woken up. The shifter had taken his shirt off the first day he had woken so Sam found himself constantly freezing, although his body had long stopped shivering, which worried Sam, he was cold so why wasn't his body reacting to it anymore.

-Flashback-

The first thing he was aware of when he gained consciousness was the pounding agony coming from the back of his head, the next was the strain of his own weight on his arms and shoulders. He quickly tried to get his feet to work to try take the strain off, his feet swayed clumsily for a moment before he could focus on getting them to do what he wanted, he felt for ground below him but felt nothing, after a minute his muddled thoughts came to the conclusion that, whatever that had tied him up, had managed to pull him up high enough for his feet not to be able to even touch the ground. He heard footsteps in the distance getting louder and louder, closer and closer. He figured if he was ever going to be strong enough to fight whatever it was, it would be now seeing as the thing probably wanted to hurt him, not have a chat. He looked up to see what had his wrists bound, hoping it was rope. Rope being the best and easiest thing to get out of. His stomach dropped when he saw thick shackles tightly clasped around his wrists, chains were attached to said shackles which disappeared up towards the roof, it was too dark for him to see how they were connected to the roof.

As he looked back down a large man came into view carrying a bag. When the man realised Sam was awake he smiled a sinister grin, dropped the bag on the floor, and strode straight up to Sam and before Sam had time to react he was backhanded hard across the face, the force of the blow sent him spinning around to almost 180 degrees before he was swung back to face the man.

"Sammy, finally you're awake. I almost thought you were going to sleep all day." He man sneered right into his face; spit flying from his mouth and right onto Sam.

Sam tried to speak, only then did he realise that a cloth had been shoved into his mouth and tied at the back of his head, acting as a gag. He tried to force it out with his tongue, the man also saw was he was trying to do and Sam was backhanded again.

"Ah, ah Sam, can't have you shouting for help, you might alert someone." The man's muscled arms reached behind Sam and tightened the gag, also giving it a hard yank making Sam yelp out.

"There that's better." The man mused happily and moved away from Sam and returned seconds later with a scalpel and a huge knife, one in each hand. "Now time for some fun." The shifter smiled, the smile suddenly turned into a thoughtful frown, the shifter seemed to be deep in thought for a moment before he grinned at Sam again. "But first..." He trailed off and stepped back, placing the knifes he had in his hands on a table that Sam had just realized that was there. The shifter then began to shrink in height and start to undress. Sam thrashed wildly fearing the worst when the shifter was completely naked, the chains shook noisily along with his movements, this attracted the shifter's attention who laughed at Sam.

"Relax Sam, I don't do same gender sex." Sam's eyes widened comically which only made the shifter laugh more.

The shifter began to claw at his skin and it soon began to come away in clumps in the shifter's hands, revealing new skin underneath, the sight made Sam feel nauseous and gag into the cloth that was stuffed in his mouth. It was a long process for the shifter to remove his old skin, leaving a female body behind. He left the face until last, a male face on a female body freaking Sam out more than he was already. The shifter pulled his hair away and long, blonde, curly hair dropped down past the shifter's new smaller shoulders.

"No." Sam gasped, the word coming clearly through the gag, recognising the hair.

"What's a matter Sammy?" The shifter asked in Jess' soft voice. "Don't you want me?" She pouted sadly, putting her hands on her hips, letting Sam see her whole naked body. The shifter pulled the gag out of Sam's mouth, letting it dangle around his neck

"Please not Jess, not her, not her." Sam mumbled.

"But I can be Sammy, just say the word and you can have me." The shifter stepped up to Sam and stood of tip-toes so it was in Sam's face. It gently caressed both sides of Sam's face with it's hands and leaned in and kissed Sam on the lips. Sam instantly pulled his head back and away. The shifter chuckled softly, "I'm surprised you can resist me in this body Sam, Jess is beautiful, really beautiful. I've been watching her ever since you two turned up in this town. You see you're only leverage Sam, I don't want you-"

"You want Jess." Sam cut the shifter off, his face suddenly twisting in anger "you touch her and you're dead, you hear me. Do whatever you want to me, but don't you touch her." He yelled into the shifter's face. The shifter tutted before replacing the gag in Sam's mouth.

"I've seen how much she loves you Sam, she's come to rescue you, and when she does I'll kill you and then I'll have her all to myself."

Sam grunted through the gag, trying to force out curses that were clear enough that the shifter would understand him, but all that came out was a string of garbled vowels.

He watched as the shifter pulled on the shirt that it had on before, which now made it's feminine body look smaller than it was. The shifter then picked up the knifes again and approached Sam again, who was now struggling and squirming, trying to break out of the chains that held him.

The shifter rose the larger knife over it's shoulder and then wildly slashed at Sam's chest numerous times, Sam yelped in fright and looked down and scrunched his eyes, expecting pain to come. When none came he slowly opened his eyes and looked down, ignoring the shifter that was now snickering menacingly, and saw that his shirt was almost sliced into ribbons.

"Didn't think I'd kill you that quickly, did you Sammy?"

"It's Sam." Sam growled back, now realising that the shifter was just trying to scare him, although he would never admit out loud that the attempt was working.

He felt small hands grab his shirt and pull harshly, the shirt tearing away with the tug, leaving Sam's torso bare.

"Just got to leave a present for little Jessie." The shifter mused quietly, and swung the knife at Sam's chest again, this time it connected with skin and left a long, deep cut from Sam's right shoulder down to his stomach. Sam let a pained scream out around the gag and thrashed wildly.

He grunt as the shifter pushed the shirt into to wound, fingers dug to the middle of his chest which made Sam scream again.

Sam's vision started to fade, the last thing he saw before his vision went black was the shifter stepping back with now blood-soaked shirt in his hands.

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Sam woke to a stinging pain that went from his shoulder to his chest and it was slowly spreading downward.

He cracked his eyes open slightly to see a blond head of hair crouched in front of him. His shoulders ached from the weight of his limp body when he had passed out.

The shifter looked up when it felt Sam shift slightly, it smiled sweetly at Sam with Jess' usually heart-warming smile.

"Relax Sammy... I couldn't have you bleeding out on me. Not yet anyway." It cooed gently and Sam wondered what it meant by that.

The shifter shuffled back a bit so Sam could see what it was doing, and it made Sam gasp and shudder. The shifter was pinching the skin on each side of the wound with one hand and held a heated knife in the other hand. The shifter pressed the flat side of the knife into the skin, the only thing heard in the dark room was a hiss and then a sizzling sound, Sam felt nauseous when he realised that the sizzling was his skin.

-End of flashback-

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Neither Dean nor Jess said a word through their search for another motel, the two worrying too much about Sam. Jess sat looking out of the window silently crying, whilst Dean drove staring straight ahead, his teeth nervously chewing at his bottom lip, he glanced sideways every once in a while, trying to figure out what to say to comfort the obviously broken-hearted girl sitting next to him.

Dean found another motel about twenty minutes after John had left them. Dean and Jess both exited the car and walked to the reception office, again both still silent. Jess stood by the door as Dean paid for the room. When Dean had finished he walked over to Jess and stood by her.

"I've only ordered one room, I thought it would be better if we shared, you know, to be safer." Dean mumbled, his eyes searching Jess' teary ones waiting for an answer.

"Yeah... Yeah, that's a good idea." Jess replied, her voice almost a whisper.

Jess followed Dean out of the office and towards their room when she heard a faint voice calling her name from behind her.

"Jess! Jessica!" She turned and saw a figure limping towards her from the far end of the car park. She squinted trying to make out who it was. The figure continued towards her and she made out a familiar brown mop of hair.

"No, it can't be." She whispered to herself as Sam came closer and closer.

"Sam?" She asked before yelling happily "Sam!" She started to run towards Sam but her arm was grabbed by a strong hand.

"No Jess, Jess! It's not Sam." She heard Dean shouting, she looked back for a second but then turned back around to Sam, she jumped when Sam appeared towering above her, and she was grabbed and wrenched away from Dean's hold and found herself flying through the air with a frightened cry.

She turned in the air so she would land on her back, so she would at least have a little chance of protecting hers and Sam's baby.

She heard Dean yelling her name before she hit the ground and darkness quickly took her.

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Dean heard Jess yell his little brother's name and turned to see Jess running towards what seemed to be Sam. His instincts screamed at him telling him something wasn't right and he quickly put it down to the man Jess was sprinting towards was not his brother. He sprinted after Jess and grabbed her arm, shouting "no Jess, Jess! It's not Sam." He tried to herd Jess behind him to protect her but she was pulled away from him.

"JESS!" He screamed as he saw her sailing through the air, his mind fearing for the life of his unborn niece or nephew.

He suddenly found himself pushed down to the floor and a weight straddled his waist. He looked up to see his little brother's face smiling down at him, even with the dimples.

"Hey big brother, miss me?" The shifter taunted in his brother's voice.

"You're not him." Dean growled angrily, trying with all his strength to shove the shapeshifter off of him.

"How do you know?" The shifter pouted.

"He wouldn't hurt Jess... Or me." Dean stated.

"Fine, you got me." It sneered in his face. "Well sorry to cut this little chat short but I've got things to do." The shifter then delivered punch after punch to Dean's face until Dean was unconscious beneath it.

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Dean woke to find himself in a dark room, light streaming through a small window behind him. He soon realised he was tied upright, he guessed by his wrists. His face ached from the punches he had received from the shifter. He looked around trying to assess the situation that he was in. The room that he was in looked like it was underground because of the lack of light in the room, and by the smell, Dean concluded he was in a sewer. A form caught the corner of his eyes and he was immediately more alert, ready for an attack from the shifter.

He eyed the form and noticed that the form was also hanging by his wrist on the other side of the room. There was something familiar about the body's build, definitely male, tall, he was skinny but had broad shoulders. There was only one person Dean knew that was physically built like that. Sammy.

"Sammy!" Dean found himself yelling, joy and excitement clear in his voice. He knew Sam was unconscious, but he needed the kid awake to see how he was. He remember the small tooth pick he now kept tucked between the strap of his watch and his wrist since he and John had been captured by vampires and tied together by handcuffs, after that they had thought long and hard about ways of keeping things that can pick locks and cut rope on themselves that were undetectable to any creature. He had quick work of retrieving the toothpick and unlocking the shackles on his wrists.

He quickly rushed over to Sam, resisting the urge to hug his brother tightly because damn, he had missed the kid.

"Sam? Sammy come on kid wake up!" Dean untied the gag that was crusted with blood and eased it from Sam's mouth and then he gently cupped Sam's face with his hands, worrying over the bruises and blood that covered Sam's face. He had noticed the ugly state of Sam's chest, but he had told himself that he could deal with that later, after Sam was awake and had actually talked to him.

"Sammy!" He tried again to rouse his brother, shaking him slightly as well.

"Come on Sam! Jess needs you!" The mention of Jess seemed to work and glassy hazel eyes appeared from under bloody eyelids.

"Hey Sammy." Dean spoke softly, the gentleness he only ever used when he was with his little brother coming out to play.

"Dean? S'at you?" Sam slurred, his voice raspy from what Dean guessed that was lack of any type of drink.

"Yeah little bro, it's me." Dean soothed Sam when he was eyed suspiciously by his brother, obviously being accused of being the shifter.

"'Kay." Sam mumbled, not entirely convinced.

"Dude, it's me. What can I do or say to convince you?" Dean asked, wanting Sam to feel safe again.

"Who was my first girlfriend?" Sam asked him, knowing the real Dean should be able to answer this, because Dean was the only one Sam had spoken to about it.

"Your first girlfriend? Dude that's easy, it was Daisy Richards, you were 16." Dean laughed remembering Sam's awkward attempt at telling Dean he liked a girl all them years ago.

-Flashback-

"Dean, can I ask you something?" Dean looked up from his magazine to see Sam standing at the end of his bed, Sam was fidgeting, his fingers playing with the bottom of his worn out jacket.

"Yeah sure Sammy. Come here." Dean moved his legs so Sam had room to sit on the edge of his bed.

Sam was silent for a moment, his mouth working like he was chewing food.

"How do I ask out girls?" Sam's voice was quiet, and nervous.

Dean snorted "I thought I've already talked to you about this. Last year, when we were hunting that Kitsune."

"No that was how to talk to girls." Sam replied.

"What's the difference?" He asked Sam, chuckling slightly.

"Dean." Sam said simply, whilst giving him the puppy dog eyes.

"Fine, who is this girl?" He asked, wanting to know Sam was getting into first.

"Ummmm... Uhhh..." Sam hesitated.

"Sammy, just tell me."

"Fine. It's Daisy Richards." Sam smiled fondly, thinking of the girl.

"Daisy Richards? Cute girl." Dean stated. "At least the kid has good taste." Dean thought.

"Yeah, she is." Sam replied.

"Alright, just talk to her Sam. Just get to know her, maybe even ask for some help with homework or something."

"But I don't need help with school work." Sam stated dumbly.

"Just pretend you do Sammy, just to get her away from any pressure from friends, and then if you think she likes you then do it."

"Okay, thanks Dean." Sam gave him a quick hug which made him smile.

"No problem, Sammy." Dean felt that Sam was just about to pull away but he wrapped his arms around him and pulled him back in close, savouring the moment.

-End of Flashback-

Sam smiled in relief once Dean had proven that it was really him.

"It's good to see you Dean, been a long time." Sam frowned slightly, now wishing that he had kept in touch with his brother.

"Why are you here anyway?" He asked.

"Jess came to find me." Sam felt like a huge weight had lifted off him, at least Jess was still alive.

"Come on, let's get you down." He felt hands grip his arms and after a moment he found himself falling towards the ground, he expected to hit the ground hard but Dean had managed to catch him and was gently lowering him to the floor. Sam groaned when his shoulders were moved, they had been numb for ages due to the strain that had been put on them, but now the feeling was starting to come back, and it hurt.

Dean got Sam settled on the floor and he then sat next to him and wrapped his arm around him, he knew now was not the time for cuddling, but after years of not seeing Sam, he figured a hug was in order.

The brothers sat in silence for a moment before Sam asked "so where is Jess?" Dean had guessed the shapeshifter was keeping Jess somewhere else away from them.

"Dean, where is she? She's safe isn't she? She's not here... She can't be here!" Sam was frantic, his breathing was quickening.

"Sam, calm down, it's okay, we'll get out to Jess and then we'll get out of here." Dean tried to calm his brother down but it wasn't working, he looked at Sam and saw his eyes were starting to roll back in his head. He was obviously having some sort of panic attack.

"Sammy! No stay with me, kiddo. Stay awake." Dean yelled, almost starting to panic over his brother's health.

"No... The shifter... wants Jess.." Sam mumbled before passing out completely.

"SAMMY!" Dean yelled, the sound echoing of the walls.

TBC

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