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This chapter is dark. No, I don't get off on Sam and Dean being tortured (though them being tied up for the umpteenth time in the show never ceases to thrill me) but you can't spell Abaddon without torture. Wait, that's not right…
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"How long does it take to get a Coke?" Dean complained a minute after Henry had left to get his drink. "I would've been back by now!"
"Then why didn't you go and get it yourself?" Sam said, his eyes glued to the TV.
"Shut up, Sam," Dean snapped. "That's why."
Sam just smirked. Dean slumped in his seat, bored out of his brain. He'd already seen this episode of Ren and Stimpy! He already knew everything that was going to happen! What he really wanted was to go for a walk but he knew that Henry would never allow that. And to be honest, he agreed with his time-travelling grandfather. With an evil demonic bitch like Abaddon out there, Dean preferred to stay in the motel room. He wasn't a chicken – call him that and he'd punch you! – but being inside the salted room made him feel a lot better.
A small tapping sound caught his attention. Frowning, Dean crossed over to the window to take a look outside. Nothing was there.
"Whatever," Dean mumbled. "Look at yourself, Dean. Scared of the wind! What would Dad say?"
John had been pretty weird ever since Henry had landed in their room. He had been calmer, smiled more and even acted like a dad and tucked them in that night rather than snapping at them to get to bed and ignoring them for the rest of the night. Dean liked it. It was nice to have a father who actually acted like a father.
Crap, there he was again with his 'chick flick' moment. Rolling his eyes, Dean turned away from the windowsill, not noticing that he had accidentally brushed against the salt line. This proved to be a fatal mistake. Behind him, the window slowly slid open and Dean frowned and turned back to it to fix it. What the hell?
That was when he noticed the black smoke rolling around outside. Crap! It was a demon! Was it Abaddon? Dean looked down to check that the salt line was still intact and was horrified to see that it was broken. He had to fix it! But before he could fix it, the demon smoke streamed into the room and hovered above him. Dean opened his mouth to scream, to warn Sam to get away, but the smoke took this opportunity to dive at him and shove itself down his throat. Dean choked, trying to cough the smoke up, but it just forced itself all the way into his mouth and down his throat. The further it got, the more and more disconnected Dean felt from his body and, in terror, he tried to turn and tell Sam to run but found that he could no longer control his body. He tried to move his arm. Nothing happened. He tried to take a step. Still nothing. He couldn't control anything he did anymore!
'Help!' he tried to scream. 'Help me! Someone, anyone!'
'Dean!' a female voice rang in his head. Dean recognised it as the redheaded woman's who had burst into their room from the closet after Henry had – Abaddon, her name was. 'Such a pleasure to finally meet you properly!'
'Get out of me!' Dean bellowed. A chuckling resonated inside his mind and Dean, who was staring into the glass of the window, would have recoiled if he had control of his body at the pitch black eyes that stared back at him. His eyes blinked against his will and the black faded to his usual green.
"Dean, close the window! I'm cold!" Sam complained. Abaddon turned to Sam, Dean screaming and shouting the whole time.
'Leave him alone! You have me, leave my brother alone!' he pleaded.
'Sorry, doll, but you two brats are a package deal,' Abaddon purred. 'You know, two for the price of one and all that crap. The hostage exchange kinda loses its impact if Henry and Johnny already have one of you, especially the little puppy.'
"Hey Sam, wanna go for a quick walk?" Abaddon said. Sam frowned at her.
"But Dad and Uncle Henry said that we have to stay here," he said.
'Good boy, Sammy! Don't go with her!' Dean yelled.
"We won't go far," Abaddon wheedled. "Just outside the room. C'mon, don't you trust me?"
"Of course I trust you, Dean," Sam said immediately. Dean let out a wail, Abaddon's laughter ringing in his mental ears. "But I don't wanna get in trouble. You know how mad Dad gets!"
"Here, I'll write them a note," Abaddon offered. "Then they won't have to worry." She grabbed a piece of motel stationary and a pen and scribbled out a ransom note before dropping it onto the sofa. Before she could do anything, Sam snatched it up to read – probably making sure that his ass was covered in case they got in trouble. His face drained of colour.
"Y-You're not Dean!" he stammered. Dean felt his eyes start to sting and knew that Abaddon had flashed her black demon eyes.
"Bingo, buddy boy," the demon drawled.
'Run, Sam! Get outside! She can't cross the salt!' Dean shouted at the top of his mental lungs.
"Where's Dean?" Sam began to back away. "Get out of my brother! Dean! Are you in there?"
"Dean's not home right now," Abaddon cackled. "C'mon, you little brat. I need you and your brother to get that damn key."
"Key?" Sam blinked. Abaddon's hand shot out and grabbed him around the upper arm tightly, making him let out a cry of pain.
'SAMMY!' Dean roared.
"Come on. Now," Abaddon ordered. Terrified, Sam allowed her to drag him across the room and to the window with the broken salt line. "Climb out. And don't try to run off. I've got your brother, remember? Try anything funny and Dean will know exactly why Hell is called Hell."
His face white as snow, Sam nodded and let Abaddon help him out of the window and push him down onto the ground outside. She nimbly slid out after him, just in time to hear the motel room door open.
"Sam? Dean?" Henry called. Abaddon immediately grabbed Sam and pulled him close to her, one hand gripping his throat tightly and her other hand clamped tightly over his mouth. "Boys? Where are you?"
Abaddon heard Henry cross over to check out the broken salt line and she ducked out of sight, pulling Sam with her. The stupid brat was whimpering and he was honestly getting on her every nerve!
'Let him go! What did he ever do to you?' Dean cried.
'Oh, shut up! Jesus, I hate kids. So whiny and moany and 'wa, wa, wa!' Abaddon growled.
"Move," she hissed to Sam once Henry had moved away from the window. She frogmarched him away from the room and around to the back of the motel, where she'd left Josie's body dumped in a broken heap. Gone were the bloody evening gown and high heels – those things had been a nightmare to walk in! Now, Josie was clad in black jeans and combat boots, a dark red T-shirt and a black leather jacket.
'No! You're not taking Sammy! I won't let you!' Dean burst out. Abaddon stumbled as his consciousness suddenly began to fight against hers and Dean, now in control, fell to his knees and let go of Sam.
"Sammy…can't fight…long…" he groaned, clutching his head. Abaddon was screaming and battering his will and Dean knew that she'd wrest control back in moments. "Run…go tell…Dad an'…Henry!"
Sam remained frozen on the spot.
"RUN!" Having used up the last of his will, Dean fell easily to Abaddon's final attack and she straightened up, now back in control. Sam was already bolting back to the motel room but it was simple for Abaddon to just hold out her hand and freeze him in place.
'Oh, Sammy's going to pay for that, Dean,' Abaddon hissed to Dean, all traces of playfulness gone. 'And you as well. I'm going to make you watch your brother in unimaginable pain!'
'No!' Dean begged. 'Please! I'll do anything!'
'Trying to kick me out of your skull isn't the best way to go about making me happy,' Abaddon snarled. 'No, Dean, you have to learn your lesson. Abaddon takes what she wants. She doesn't need snotnosed brats like you getting in her way.'
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy," Abaddon tutted, strolling over to the terrified boy. "I thought we were having such a good time together! What do you say we take the party somewhere else?"
Abaddon gripped Sam by the hair and dragged him back to Josie's body, once again gagging him with her hand when he tried to scream for help. She bent down to grab Josie's wrist, letting go of Sam's mouth, and then she concentrated and vanished, leaving behind a faint whiff of sulfur.
-ATGB-
They reappeared in an abandoned warehouse and Abaddon let go of Sam, who immediately backed away as far as possible.
"That's not going to help you, you little idiot," Abaddon laughed. "You're mine, Sammy. Now it's all up to dear Grandpa Henry. If he plays ball and does what I say then you and Dean can go home and everything can be flowers and rainbows again. But if he doesn't…" Abaddon took out Dean's switchblade. Sam gulped and cowered away from her but she simply strode over and grabbed his left arm, pushing his sleeve up. "Then you're going to know pain like you've never known before."
She placed the point of the blade in the middle of Sam's forearm and dragged it down. Sam cried out and fell to his knees as she left a red line down his forearm, which immediately began to bleed. Abaddon hummed as she carved out a symbol on Sam's forearm: what looked like two trapeziums joined together with a cross through the middle of them and a circle on the top of them.
Throughout her task, Abaddon relished in the whimpering, pained sobs that Sam was making as she dug the knife deeper and deeper into his flesh. When she finally elicited a strangled cry from the boy she let a wide smile spread across her face, knowing that it would unnerve him to see such a smile on his brother's face. Throughout it all, Dean howled and raged and fought against her with everything he had but Abaddon amusedly flicked him away every time. She was just too powerful!
"There," Abaddon declared once she was done. "You're mine now, Sammy. You belong to me. That symbol says so And don't you forget that."
She trailed a small finger through the blood and, with a smirk at a sobbing Sam, raised it to her mouth and licked the blood off, allowing the taste of iron to permeate her mouth.
'Leave Sammy alone! LEAVE HIM ALONE!' Dean ranted. 'You're sick!'
'Thanks, Deanie-weenie,' Abaddon said brightly. 'You flatter me.'
"Please! Stop it! Let me go! Let Dean go!" Sam pleaded, tears streaming down his face. Abaddon crouched down in front of Sam, her hand on his shoulder in what would have been a comforting gesture if she wasn't a demonic psychopath.
"Oh, Sammy," she cooed, scooping up his tears with her finger and licking them as she'd just done with his blood. "I feel so sorry for you. Dean doesn't really love you, you know?"
"Y-You're lying," Sam sniffed. "Dean does love me!"
'You tell her, Sammy!' Dean cheered.
'Shh!' Abaddon shushed. 'Hush, Deanie! You'll miss the best part! The psychological torture is always the best!'
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," she sighed, patting Sam's cheeks. "I'm sorry that you've been led to believe that. I'm in Dean's head, remember? I know everything. He seems like the perfect, loving big brother but do you want to know the truth?"
Sam shook his head.
"Dean loathes you, Sammy. Sorry, I loathe you. I'm Dean now, remember? And I can't stand you. You're just an unwanted burden that Dad dumps on me all the time! I never wanted to have to take care of you! Hell, I didn't even want to haul you out of the fire that killed Mom! That was your fault, you know. That demon was in your nursery. If it wasn't for you, Mom would still be alive!"
Sam was still shaking his head, now fully crying.
"No…" he whispered.
"It's true! All my life, all I've ever been told is 'Take care of Sammy. Don't let anything happen to Sammy. Who cares about you, Dean? It's all about Sammy. Sammy, Sammy, Sammy!'"
Abaddon punctuated each 'Sammy' with a hit across the face. Sam fell to the floor and Dean felt like he was going to throw up at the pure pleasure and delight that Abaddon was taking from this.
'STOP IT!' Dean begged. 'Please! I'm sorry I tried to fight back! I'll do whatever you want! I won't fight! I'll let you do whatever you want to me! Just leave Sammy alone!'
'Don't you get it, Deanie?' Abaddon laughed. 'You are doing what I want. There's no greater pleasure in life than you having to watch me torture your baby brother when you can't even do anything!'
"Well, I'm tired of it!" Abaddon kicked Sam in the side and he screamed and curled into a ball. "I'm tired of having to be your bodyguard!" She stooped down and rolled Sam onto his back, deriving pleasure from his pathetic sobbing. "I'm tired of having no life of my own!" She straddled Sam, wrapping her hands around his throat. "I'm tired of you screwing everything up for me!"
Abaddon began to strangle Sam, who choked and wheezed for breath. Dean howled and fought against Abaddon with everything he had but there was no chance of him catching her off-guard again.
"I'm…sorry…Dean…" Sam gasped. "Sorry…I'm…such a…screw-up…"
'NO! SAMMY! STOP IT, YOU BITCH!' Dean burst out. To Abaddon's surprise, Dean managed to start fighting back again and before she knew what was happening, her demon smoke was beginning to coalesce inside Dean's mouth. The taste of sulfur and fire in his mouth, Dean managed to wrest enough control back to let go of Sam's throat and roll off his little brother. Abaddon was unnerved. Hardly anybody had this kind of mental power!
'Fine,' she thought. 'I've had enough fun. And no way am I going to possess that whiny younger brat. He might actually give me emotions!'
Abaddon whipped Dean's head back and he let out a hoarse scream as she forced herself out of his throat and across the room to Josie's body, where she streamed into the redhead's mouth. Once she had established control over Josie's corpse she sat up and strode over to Dean, who was slumped next to a crying Sam.
"Ugh, give me a break," she muttered. She waved a hand to summon a long length of rope that had been lying in the corner of the warehouse and then she grabbed Sam by the hair and forced him to his feet. Dean let out a weak protest but Abaddon's possession of him had obviously drained him too much.
"Quit your whining!" she snapped at Sam as she tied his hands behind his back roughly, making sure to squeeze the still-bleeding carved symbol on his injured arm and cause him as much pain as possible. To her relief, the brat shut up long enough for her to snap the rope and then begin winding the rest of the length around his arms tightly. Once that was done, she turned to Dean and hauled him into a standing position, where he swayed precariously. However, he was nowhere near as docile as his younger brother.
"Stop that, you little brat!" Abaddon growled at Dean as he tried to punch her but failed. He ignored her, instead kicking at her and actually hitting her in the leg. Not that it hurt her – Josie was just her meat suit and it would take more than a half-conscious twelve year old to hurt her. But it was annoying nonetheless.
"Alright, Deanie," she snapped. "Here's how it's going to work." She bent down to pick up Dean's blade, grabbed Sam by the hair, pulled him over in front of Dean and thrust the blade under his chin. Sam let out a gasp and tried to shy away from it.
"Sammy!" Dean mumbled, trying to lunge at Abaddon. She simply dug the blade deeper into Sam's throat, drawing out beads of dark red blood.
"Cooperate and I'll leave the kid alone from now on," Abaddon said. "Fight me and I will take everything I have out on Sammy. Clear?"
"Crystal," Dean spat after a moment. Abaddon smiled tightly and removed the blade from Sam's throat. Sam let out an audible gasp of relief.
"Glad we understand each other," Abaddon said, spinning Dean around. She made sure to tie the knots around his wrists and arms even tighter than Sam's bonds and then she dragged them both over to a wall and kicked their legs out from underneath them.
"Just sit tight, kiddos," she said. "The cavalry should be here soon. Otherwise, your lifespans just dropped very dramatically."