Dean waited barely daring to breath the knock came again. Dean grabbed his Colt 1911 and pushed his body up against the wall facing the door. On the count of three Dean through open the door, grabbed the man standing outside by the throat, and pinned his body to the wall with his shoulder. Dean loaded a magazine into his ivory platted 45-caliber semi-automatic in less time than it took to blink. Looking cross-eyed at Deans gun was a UPS guy a freckly, red haired, man who looked to be in his late twenties. Than he looked at Dean terror etched into every line of his face.
"Please don't kill me… uh… I have a cat."
Dean shook him, "What do you want?"
"I have a package for a Dean Winchester at this address."
Dean kept the gun raised but took the package from his trembling hand. He ad no idea who would know where he and Sam where staying, or who would use their real names.
"Look that's all I swear, Uh if you don't kill me umm I've got some pot in my van you can have that."
Dean lowed his gun, "Shut up I'm not going to kill you."
The UPS guy stared at Dean standing there wearing only his boxers, then he looked down at his own crotch, a dark stain was starting to spread and go down his legs. Dean stared back at him.
"You better have pissed your pants, or your really happy to see me."
The UPS guy stuttered, "Uh I'm… just..I mean."
Dean raised his gun again, "Just get out of here, or I will shoot you."
The guy took off far faster than Dean thought he could run. Dean opened the package it was a flash drive. He ran over to Sam's laptop and plugged it in. A video came up, Dean's heart leapt when he made Sam out in the video. Sam had dried and fresh blood covering his face, he was tied to a metal chair. Sam looked terrified; Dean could feel fear, and rage building up in him simultaneously. Whoever this Grayson Hayes was Dean was going to end him. Dean watched as a man with his face covered came into view holding a lead pipe Dean's heart froze. Without a word the man brought the pipe down on Sam's hand, Sam gave out an agonizing yell that sent shock waves through Dean. The man in the video hit Sam again this time in the stomach causing him to double over, then the chest, upper thigh, and shoulder. Dean watched frozen, he didn't no he couldn't scream or move just watch. The man in the video then dropped the pipe and went to work with his hands, delivering a solid hit to Sam's face over and over until Sam was spitting blood. Then the video went blank; Dean stood and slammed his fist into the wall. That was it, there were no demands, he didn't even know if Sam was still alive or if that freak went on beating him to death. Dean sank to the floor his fist bloody; he couldn't do this not now, he had to find Sam, he couldn't fall apart. Dean couldn't lose them both he thought not now. Not after what just happened to his father. Dean grabbed his cell and dialed bobby's number. "Bobby?" Dean's voice sounded horse even to him.
" Hey Dean, what you boys need help with now?"
Dean cleared his throat, " Bobby I need all the information you can find on a Grayson Hayes."
...
Sam had lost conciseness at some time during the beating. He was starting to come around but he wished he wasn't, his whole body was just a mass of agony, and he wished he could stay asleep. As he moved he noticed he was no longer tied to the metal chair. He could move which sent shock waves of pain through his whole body. Sam gave a low hiss as he tried to move his hand it was defiantly broken in more than one place. Sam sat up with some difficulty, and as his eyes adjusted to the light he found he was handcuffed to a large water pipe going from the floor to the celling. Sam jumped as he heard the door open and the stairs creek, he must be in the basement now. Grayson came down the stairs wiping blood off his hands, it took Sam a second registered that it was his blood. Grayson tilted his head looking at Sam with an expression that resembled amusement, like a child looking at a monkey in the zoo.
"See I told you that you'd be fine. And look even your face is still pretty."
Sam didn't respond. Grayson gave him a wicked smile. "Fine don't talk, I think I like you better that way even. I wish your brother would try it." Grayson walked over to where Sam was, and kneeled down next to him. "What's going to happen now is going to make our little video seem like a walk in the park Sammy."
Grayson grabbed a fits full of Sam's hair and pulled his head back roughly, licking a slow, long trail from Sam's collarbone to his temple. Sam's eyes went wide as Grayson's intentions sank in. Sam used the new freedom and gave Grayson a vicious knee to his crotch. Grayson hissed and fell on his back, he looked up at Sam eyes furious.
"You're going to pay for that bitch." Grayson stood and drop kicked Sam's leg that he had hit with the pipe earlier. Then faster than Sam could register Grayson was on top of him grabbing his ass, and pulling his hair violently.
"Get the fuck off me you sick son of a bitch!" Sam yelled but he could feel how helpless he was in the situation.
"What's the matter Sammy you don't like this." Grayson continued to run his hands all over Sam's body. Sam tried with all the strength he had left, but Grayson was bigger than he was and incredibly strong. Sam was just to weak from the beatings and loss of blood. Sam pulled at the handcuffs as hard as he could, he could feel warm blood starting to flow around his wrist from his attempts.
Grayson slide his hands up Sam's shirt then down lower into his pants.
"I knew from the moment I saw you that this is what I really wanted to do with you."
Sam was getting desperate, Sam whispered, "Please stop don't do this please!"
Grayson gave a soft laugh, "it's going to happen Sam, and you might want to get used to the idea of being my little bitch." Grayson bite down on Sam's ear, and continued to grab Sam's dick. Than Grayson ripped Sam's tee shirt off, and tried to unbutton Sam's jeans, Sam struggled and Grayson gave Sam three stunning punches to his face. Sam fell back limp trying hard not to pass out. Sam felt his jeans being pulled down past his ass and around his ankles. Sam coughed up some blood. He couldn't believe this was happening, this couldn't be happing not to him. Grayson whispered in Sam's ear, "Aw first time Sammy? That's ok you can cry if you want."
Sam tried one last time to move, but he was pinned. He heard Grayson spit into his hand and then he felt his spit covered fingers toughing his ass going around his hole and then Sam winced as Grayson pushed his finger inside Sam.
Grayson groaned, "Hmm your going to be a good fuck you know that Sam, I'm really going to enjoy this, and please scream all you want I'll just enjoy it more."
Sam could feel Grayson positioning himself; he could feel the head of his dick at his hole. Suddenly and without warning Grayson shoved his dick inside Sam as far as it would go. Sam yelled out in the worst pain he had ever felt, he could feel his insides being torn up as Grayson began to pump in and out. Sam tried his best to stay quiet and pretend nothing was happening, but the pain was too great, Sam screamed, yelled, and whimpered in agony, all the while begging Grayson to stop. Grayson was panting and grunting on top of Sam, as he worked in and out faster and harder.
He snarled,"Shut the fuck up Sam and take it like a good little bitch." It seemed to go on forever, finally Sam could hear him reaching his climax, a few more thrust and Grayson came. He yelled as he came in Sam's ass, then fell on top of him panting and sweaty. Grayson pulled out of Sam, "There that wasn't so bad was it Sam?"
Sam just lay there eyes fixed, not even moving.
Grayson kneeled down to Sam on the floor. "You know maybe I will do that again when Dean gets here, I'll make him watch and then I'll kill him and you, but maybe after I've fucked you a couple more times. Then when I tried of you I'll kill you."
Grayson leaned in and kissed Sam on the lips gentility. Then he left went up the stairs and closed the door leaving Sam in utter darkness.