Insistent beeping next to Sam's head woke him from his medically induced sleep. A blurry figure stood next to the bed adjusting the IV bags and Sam blinked a few times to clear his vision. His nurse was a pretty blonde woman, maybe 25 years old, with long hair and pink lips that widened in a smile when she saw he was watching her.

"There you are, Sugar," she drawled with a slight Southern twang. "How're you feelin'? Your colour's better than it was last night." She moved next to his arm and expertly removed the IV from his wrist, gently pressing a cotton ball to the area.

"I'd be feeling a lot better if I wasn't..." Sam struggled against his bonds. His wiggling suddenly reminded him that he was lying completely naked on the bed and he blushed as the pretty nurse's eyes grazed over his body.

"Well now. The boss said it would be okay for me to let you out to eat if you promise to behave. Can ya do that for me, Sugar? Because he also said it would be me that paid the price if you misbehaved," she trembled a little at that. "I really didn't know what I was getting into when I applied for this private nursing job, and I've got kids and their daddy's a no-good drunk, so if anything happens to me..."

Sam cut her off, "I'll behave." He promised, staring intently into her blue eyes as he spoke.

She smiled again and a little flutter of her hands expressed her relief as she moved forward to unshackle first his legs, the band around his abdomen and finally, his hands.

Sam stretched his aching muscles slowly then looked around to find something to cover himself with as the pressure on his bladder caused someone downstairs to stand to attention.

She looked away considerately, "Don't mind me. In nursing, I've seen it all. The boss says you're too pretty to cover up." She giggled a little at that.

Sam looked pained and blushing even redder, walked carefully to the bathroom, which he was horrified to discover had no door. Thinking it wasn't possible to be more embarrassed than he currently was, he relieved himself, washed up and returned to the main room where breakfast, and NotDean, had arrived. The pretty nurse was gone.

"Good morning, little brother," the shapeshifter greeted, munching absently on a piece of toast. His eyes dragged slowly over Sam's naked body and came to rest on his groin. "Correction. Make that not-so-little-brother." His face broke into Dean's appraising, appreciative smile and Sam shuddered over how quickly this thing was aping Dean's characteristics.

"You are not my brother. You are NotDean," Sam replied flatly, attempting to cover his nakedness with his hands, and then sitting down quickly at the table so the flat surface would give him a little coverage. "And could I please have some fucking pants, NotDean?"

"Sammy! Manners," NotDean scolded.

"Don't call me that. Only he gets to call me that," Sam muttered to the table.

The creature's indulgent smile ended abruptly. He stood up quickly, chair tumbling to the floor behind him. He walked to Sam's side and sank his fingers deep into the crease below Sam's jaw, turning the younger man's face up to meet his own. "You will watch what you say to me from now on, and you will watch how you say it. I will not put up with the sulky bullshit Dean has to endure from you. You have no idea how annoying you are, do you? No wonder Dean keeps throwing himself into harm's way. He's just trying to get away from you."

The shifter laughed cruelly at Sam's shocked expression, then his face got hard again, and he gripped Sam's chin even harder. "I am bnot/b fucking around here," he snarled. "If you don't cooperate, if you disobey me, if you act like a sullen little bitch, if you call me NotDean one more fucking time, someone is going to get really hurt." He waved up to the raft of monitors. "I think Sammy here needs a demonstration."

Sam's eyes widened in panic when he saw the pretty nurse appear on the screen, held roughly by a large man. She was clearly terrified, eyes bulging above the hand clamped over her mouth.

"Now I know you and your brother have no sense of self-preservation, so threatening you is pretty much useless," the creature explained. "I also know that you're so fucking obnoxiously noble that you have to protect those weaker than you." He called out to the man on the monitor, "Maybe just the pinky and ring finger. On her left hand. We still need her to be able to work," the thing wearing his brother's face commanded.

The thug on the screen reached down and Sam heard the muffled scream as the man quickly snapped two of the woman's fingers. She went white and collapsed with the pain and the screen went black again.

ShapeshifterDean turned back to Sam, fingers pressing bruises into the younger Winchester brother's skin. "Have I made myself clear, Sammy?"

Sam felt sick and helpless. "Yes."

The creature smiled malevolently and pressed his mouth to Sam's in a slow kiss, and it took every ounce of Sam's willpower not to recoil and punch the evil son-of-a-bitch in the face.

"Yes, what, Sammy?" NotDean asked, pulling back, his lips just millimetres from Sam's.

Sam closed his eyes for a second and bit his bottom lip, tasting blood to stop himself from crying. "Yes, Dean."