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Last Time...

After not seeing eye to eye on how to get the information they want from Sam and Dean, the demons take Sam.

You may now return to your regularly scheduled program (:

-Chapter Nine:

Sam squirmed in the arms of Ronald as he was carried up the stairs. They went down a dark hallway with only one light in it. Ronald had Sam over his shoulder, with his buff arm wrapped around his torso. Ronald walks slowly, like he wanted Sam to remember the walk. Sam kept his head up as he watched Angel and Sugar following a couple of feet behind them. They talked to each other like nothing was happening, like they didn't have two prisoners captive right now.

Ronald came to a stop in front of a large door. Slowly, he opened it and immediately the smell of blood rushed out of the room and smacked Sam in the face. As he was being carried into it he coughed and Ronald shushed him. The room was huge. It was lit slightly; just enough to see what's around you, but not very clearly. On the floor was what Sam could've sworn was dry blood and he suddenly felt nauseous .

They walked into the room and Ronald dropped Sam onto the floor hard. The back of his head bounced off the floor. He grabbed it on pain, but he didn't have a chance to collect himself before Ronald took hold of his wrists and yanked him to his feet.

"Let me go!" Sam yelled, his vision still a little woozy .

Ronald's heavy hand swiped across Sam's face silencing him.

"I like you Liebling, I really do; but you're just a little too rebellious for me," Ronald says as he yanks Sam backward and into the center of the room. With one hand a still smashing Sam's wrists together, Ronald reached overhead for a rope. He pulls it down some and ties Sam's wrists in it. Even though Sam pulls as much as he could, Ronald still manages to get them strapped securely into the holes. Ronald pulls on the end of the rope to tighten it and it also lifts Sam almost off his feet. Only the tips of his toes swipe the floor. Instantly, his shoulders hurt and so do his wrists.

"Put me down!" Sam yells, pulling his arms.

Again, Ronald smacks him. "When will you learn to quit talking out unless I tell you to?"

This time Sam stays quiet but he still struggles to break free from the ropes that had him almost hanging from the ceiling.

Ronald walks over to Sugar and Angel. They talk quietly for a second. Sam tries to listen in, but they're speaking too softly. After a moment or two, Ronald and Sugar exits the room, leaving Sam alone with Angel. He gulps.

"I've just been told that you're getting your first lesson today," Angel states walking over to the furthest side of the room. For the first time Sam notices a small closet as Angel opens the door and reaches for something inside. Sam holds his breath as he waits impatiently to find out what Angel is getting. Just as Angel turns around, Sam hears the sound of the door locking, ensuring Sam had no escape route. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but nearly choked on it when he noticed Angel twirling a whip in his hand. Not the little play-toy whips. A real one. Full black leather that shined in the dim light. Sam felt his heart speed up.

Angel approaches him. "Before we get what we want, you must establish and learn a few things." Angel smiles slightly before slapping the whip on the floor. Sam did his best not to flinch. He wasn't hit yet, so there's no need to be stared of it.

"First: you're name."

Circling him, Angel hits the whip on the floor in a taunting manor. Still, Sam stares straight ahead, blocking out the sound.

"What's your name?"

Sam was silent.

Kwa-tish!

The whip slammed on the floor. Sam jumped.

"I said what's your name? Speak!"

Sam struggled to find his voice.

"S-sam," he says softly.

"Wrong!"

Kwa-tish!

This time the whip came in contact with Sam's back. He jerked forward at the sudden pain but didn't cry out. He bit his lip to make himself keep quiet.

Angel walked to the front of Sam, twirling the whip again.

"I said what's your name?"

Sam sucked in a shaky breath of air. "Sam."

Kwa-tish!

"Ahh!" Sam cries out, tears swelling in his eyes. Honestly, Sam knew just what he wanted to hear. He knew that Angel wanted him to admit to his new name. He knew that Angel wanted him to say his name is Leibling, but he wasn't going to do it. He wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of feeling like they owned him.

Kwa-tish!

"What's your name? Your new name?" Angel specified, hoping that Sam would get the message.

Sam shook his head, letting him know that he would not giving in. "My name is Sam."

Kwa-tish!

Kwa-tish!

Kwa-tish!

Sam's screams got louder and louder with each hit. There were clean rips in his shirt from the whip and his stomach was bloody. It stung like hell and he was beginning to get dizzy. He sucked in a huge breath of air, hoping that it would take some of the lightheadedness away but it didn't.

"What do you know?"Angel asked.

By now the pain was so overwhelming that Sam was tearing up. They ran freely down his face and dropped onto the floor along with his blood.

"You have the wrong people," Sam whined.

Kwa-tish!

Sam's body swung back and forth from the impact of the hit, but Sam stuck to his guns. He knew Dean would want him to. There was a burning sensation all throughout Sam's body and he wondered if it was from the pain or the blood loss.

"You know, I can stop as soon as you say your name and tell me what you know," Angel tried to persuade as he circled Sam again, increasing his anxiety and giving the pain a chance to really set in before he went for another round.

Sam licked his dry lips and tried to get his breathing under control.

"My name is Sam and we don't know what you're talking about!" he yells as loud as he could.

Kwa-tish!

Sam cried out loud but the beating continues. Several more whips to his back, sides, and stomach leave him in whimpers and breathing so quick he had to tell himself to slow down or he'd hyperventilate. Sam could feel the blood sliding down his stomach and dropping on the floor leaving a puddle in front of him Sam was at a loss. He couldn't keep this up anymore...

"P-please," Sam pleads, his head resting on his collar bone. "I'll say what you want...but I don't know anything, I swear."

Kwa-tish!

Obviously, Angel wasn't happy with that bargain, but he was willing to test it out.

"What. Is. Your. Name?" Angel asks, breaking the words into their own sentences.

My name is Sam, Sam says to himself in his mind.

"Liebling," Sam says barely above a whisper. He hated giving in but he couldn't take anymore. Honestly he couldn't.

I'm sorry, Dean. I couldn't take anymore...I had to...

Angel chuckled. "That's a start..."

Kwa-tish!

Kwa-tish!

Sam had no idea what he was getting hit for now, but he guessed that Angel didn't really need a reason. He just did it to do it. He did it because he could and Sam couldn't stop him.

Angle circled Sam again; flicking the whip lightly and watching Sam flinch each time.

"What is your name?"

Kwa-tish!

Sam fought back tears. He felt like he couldn't speak anymore.

"L-liebling..."

Sarcastically, Angel clapped his hands. He patted the side of Sam's face gently. "Good boy."

Sam would've moved away if he had any energy left.

Angel took a step back cracking the whip against the floor again.

"Now," he says. "tell me what your kind has planned for our kind."

Sam slumped forward. At this point he wished he had something to tell them but he didn't; and if he did, he didn't know it.

Weakly, Sam shook his head. "Please listen to me," he says in a soft, slow voice. His eyes were barely open as he did his best to tell Angel that he was clueless. "Me and my family don't want to hurt you...I swear."

Kwa-tish!

"Liar!" Angel yelled.

Sam was defeated; there was nothing else he could do. Angel wouldn't believe him.

"What are they planning?"

Sam's breathing was uneven and his eyesight was beginning to fade.

"I don't know..."

Kwa-tish!

"What are they planning?"

"I d-don't know," Sam answers through clenched teeth.

Kwa-tish!

This went on for several minutes before Angel had finally wore Sam out and his body went lax. His head drooped forward and his feet drifted ghostly over the floor. His hands were no longer in fists and his breathing had slowed some. His face had lost some color, but that was understandable because he had lost some blood.

Angel sighed and let the whip fall out of his hand. He reached up and untied Sam's hand and caught him before he fell to the floor. Angel lifted Sam into his arms and carried him bridal style to the door. He unlocked the door and walked up the stairs into where the rest of his blood sucking-demon-Canine-human friends were sitting.

"He tell you?" Sugar asked halfheartedly. She was actually paying more attention to her finger nail.

Angel shrugged and shook his head at the same time. "Kid's lips are sealed. Sure knows how to take a beating, though."

Harvey stands and approaches Angel. He whistles in astonishment.

"Don't you think you went a little over-board on the kid, Angel? I mean, look at him."

They both look down at Sam in his arms. His shirt was literally hanging on by its threads. The gashes on his stomach from the whip are still dripping on the floor. A lot of the cuts didn't break open and start to bleed, but the ones that did ran like a fountain. Sam's head was hanging backwards, his mouth open slightly, blood splatters on the side of his face. His expression showed distress, but that was understandable. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what Sam was in a hell of a lot of pain.

Angel shook his head.

"Kid should of spilled his guts," he says, trying to keep himself from feeling regretful.

Harvey smirked. "I think you left his guts in the room. You might've beaten them out of him."

Disregarding Harvey's statement, Angel takes Sam down another hallway and into a room where there are beds in it. Momentarily, he lays Sam down in one, but just long enough to take his tattered shirt off and wrap him in the blanket from the bed.

He takes Sam down more stairs and back into the room where Dean was sitting impatiently, seconds from going out of his mind.

Angel walks into the room with Sam cover in a blood-red stained sheet. Sam's not moving in his arms and he's not making a sound. Angel has a blank expression on his face as he enters the room. Dean could feel his heart skip several beats. Dean sat in the room covering his ears as much as he could. For a while, Dean had heard Sam screaming, but then there was a sound ; like the sound of a heavy door slamming shut, and then there was just silence. Dean hated that, too. The quiet has the ability to scream the truth, even when Dean didn't want to hear it. And the truth was : Sam was suffering and Dean could do absolutely nothing bout it.

He picked it head up and felt his breath catch in his throat.

"Sam!"

Angel doesn't say anything at first. He simply puts Sam on the ground near Dean.

Dean was doing all he could to keep from kicking Angel's ass. He knew that if he acted out that they'd take him, or even worse: take Sam again.

"What the hell did you do to him?" Dean asks, dropping to his knees by Sam.

Angel walked a few steps then turned around.

"He wouldn't tell me what I wanted to hear," Angel announces nonchalantly.

Dean felt his jaw drop.

"He didn't say anything because we don't know anything! You have the wrong people!"

Angel shook his head. "You're lying."

Dean sighed. "How?"

By now, Angel was at the door. He looked back at Sam on the floor and Dean hovering over him. "You're the sons of John Winchester, aren't you?"

Dean froze. How did he know that?

Angel pointed his finger. "That look on your face tells me I'm correct. Would I know that if we had the wrong people?"

Dean doesn't answer. He doesn't know that to say.

Angel shrugs. "That's what I thought..."

Shaking his head, Angel slams the door shut, leaving Dean in panic and confusion.

Yeah, I don't like Angel either. You know, I even felt sad for Sam while I was writing this... And what about what Angel said? Do you think that Dean and Sam are a part of whatever the Adlets believe they are?

*Announcer's Voice* On Next Week's Episode: Dean plays Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman as he sits in his own bowl of worry, fury, and perplexity.

So what'cha think?

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