Warning: slightly graphic descriptions of nonconsensual sex and violence. If this bothers you, please do not read the chapter. Please heed the fact that this story has a rating of 'M'.

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At the sound of Ian's voice, the men simultaneously looked over the unfamiliar surroundings. "Wh…where are we?" one of them stammered, his eyes resting upon the figure standing two feet away. "What's going on?"

Ian's response was to eye him with a malicious grin and he simply stated, "you two are my leverage." Meanwhile the other man started to push his body up; suddenly he screamed in distress and curled his broken arm into himself, panting and writhing on the floor.

Ian shot forward, grabbed the back of his shirt, lifted him up and shook. "Shut the fuck up!" he shouted then tossed the man onto a table. Ian took a step toward the other person, intending to do the same. The second man tried to scramble away but was not quick enough to evade the demon's reach.

"So it's Ian now, is it?" came a velvety voice, just barely registering louder than the moans coming from the two captive humans. Ian, instantly recognizing who it belonged to, dropped the man back down and spun around. His vessel displayed a stricken expression as he confirmed it was Azazel standing there, just past the entrance.

Ian's brown eyes bore the look of Azazel's bright yellow ones; both pairs locked for an instant before Ian turned his away. Azazel sneered then scanned the area ahead of him as he took another step inside. With arms outstretched, he said, "is this the best you can do?"

"Azazel! I expect the Winchester boy here soon…to have what Ruby needs in hand before the night is over."

"Change of plans…I no longer have any use for you."

"But Meg..."

"...alerted me of a flaw in your methods," Azazel concluded.

Ian glared at him. "Are you here to do the job then?"

"No."

"Then let me see it through…I know the finer workings of Ruby's spell...that the kid is to give consent."

In the blink of an eye, Azazel closed the distance and grabbed Ian's shirt with both hands. "I am here to see to it firsthand that you leave this world. Perhaps someday I may give you another chance but now all I want is to know you are back in hell, suffering. I have plans…bigger than you…I will not stand by and watch them destroyed!"

"Them? You mean the Winchesters? They're Hunters with one thing on their mind."

"I know that," Azazel snarled. "Meg knows that…we are on the same page. Now you on the other hand…I now see I was wrong to bring you in on this, I can see what your intentions are. These are no ordinary Hunters and are to be treated differently."

"Meg bugged their car...toys with them...wastes time!"

Azazel smiled at that and released Ian. "I like to toy with humans, too…wait, she bugged their car?" The yellow-eyed demon massaged his chin, considering that piece of information for a moment. "That's the kind of out of the box thinking I like. Thanks for enlightening me…" Azazel glanced at the two injured men nearby who were gawking back at him "…fine, for your trouble, you can do what you want with these two…think of them as your consolation prize…then you must return."

Ian clenched his fists as he watched Azazel turn to exit and vanish. He gazed downwards and vowed in a low voice, "Meg…I'm gonna kill you…first chance I get, I swear…I don't know when or where but I know the day will come. Then I'm going to enjoy beating the shit out of that damn Winchester kid, nice and slow."

The whimpers from the humans as they tried to crawl toward the exit overtook Ian's dark musings. They had managed to carry themselves several feet from their initial positions and were visibly quivering in fear and pain nearby. "Like he said…'change in plans'…" Ian looked to each one in turn and remarked, "you I'm gonna call Sam and you I'm gonna call Meg."

If anyone had been passing outside the condemned building just then, they would have heard screaming followed by the awful sound of tearing flesh.

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Sam knew only that he was horizontal, vibrations he felt along his spine told him he was in a moving vehicle. Aside from that, he felt detached from his body and could not think beyond what was familiar; he imagined he must be dozing on the back seat of the Impala.

Seconds later, Sam registered the cool air surrounding him. Still foggy, his brain was unable to postulate how that was possible for he did not feel the wind whipping through his hair. 'Usually they drive with the windows down,' he thought, his eyebrows slightly wrinkling at the puzzling discrepancy.

"Dean?" he murmured.

"I thought you said he would be out for a while," a strange voice said.

"Well, there must be something about his physical make up," another voice replied. "Drugs are funny sometimes…people react differently to the same dose."

Hearing this conversation, Sam's mind became a bit more lucid and entertained recollections of hunting a witch, searching a house, escaping a fire; however, these events contained a distant dreamlike quality.

Suddenly, Sam felt cold air tickling his abdomen and he shivered. He reached lower to pull his shirt back down and felt hands pushing against his, trying to lift his shirt up higher. 'My shirt…' The thought prompted his eyes to quickly open whereupon he hissed at the pain from lights too bright. Sam immediately shut them again but not before catching sight of a face hovering near him. More reality came rushing back; he and Dean were searching the house, there was a fire, Dean lost consciousness and fell down the stairs.

Sam then remembered he was in an ambulance and must have dozed off. 'Jason must be checking me again…he doesn't know' Sam surmised and squinted his eyes to look at the medic. "Don't touch my shirt…" he croaked and swatted the hand away "…there's a poison on it!"

"Is he hallucinating?" said the same voice.

Sam angled his neck upwards while registering the voice came from that police officer. 'Oh God,' Sam thought frantically. 'Why is he here? Are we under arrest or something?'

"Maybe…that is one of the side effects after all. Drugs are funny sometimes," said Jason.

Am I really hallucinating?' Sam wondered and scanned his surroundings in more depth to decide if that was true.

"Good…switch places with me," said Anthony.

Suddenly alarmed but not sure why, Sam's eyes opened wider. He looked back up over his shoulder to see the officer leering at him while he and Jason shifted positions. "What the hell are you looking at?" he demanded angrily, trying to mask his unease.

Without a word, Anthony seated himself, leaned forward and proceeded to unfasten Sam's jeans, revealing the thin layer of cotton boxers. The shocking act momentarily stunned Sam but then the policeman's menacing intentions were clear. Upon seeing the officer's hands returning toward him, he was jolted into action.

"Fuck off, pervert!" Sam growled as he held the man's wrists and pushed his hands away. Sam then tried to sit up but something was preventing him; he grimaced in frustration at the realization that safety harnesses were fastened around his upper arms and legs. Without a second thought, Sam let go of the officer and reached up to undo the strap securing his upper body.

"You need to keep those on," Jason said while prying Sam's fingers away from the buckle. In the meantime, Anthony took advantage of the opportunity to easily slide a hand under his boxers.

"I must say, I'm impressed," Anthony murmured.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Sam shouted and turned his hips away from the unwanted contact but the man had a good hold on him. Sam yanked his arms out of Jason's grasp, once again reached for Anthony's hand and shoved it away.

With both hands, Anthony captured Sam's wrists and secured them together in one tight grip. He then leaned forward, stopping his face inches from the fifteen year olds. Sam held his breath to avoid inhaling the officer's rancid odor and Anthony whispered, "what the hell are you gonna do now?" Before Sam could react, the officer licked him from chin to ear while maneuvering his other hand to renew his assault.

Anthony was able to get a hand back underneath despite Sam's thrashing around, the safety belts were just too much of a hindrance and the officer's grip on his wrists did not loosen.

"No! Don't!" Sam pleaded.

"Too late! I mean to finish what I started..." he chuckled and stroked him roughly "...what I'm gonna do to you is nothing compared to Ian."

'Who's Ian?' Sam looked around wildly but all he saw was Jason placidly watching with flat eyes and a small smile on his face. 'Is he the driver of this thing?'

The officer laughed at the wild-eyed expression he saw on Sam's face; it was an awful laugh conveying confidence that he could do what he wanted and Sam could not stop it.

Sam softly cried out when he felt a rough finger enter inside him, the young man then went ballistic. Sam spat on his attacker's face and fought back as best he could, kicking and squirming, trying to throw off his assailant.

Anthony grunted when Sam managed to pull his right hand free and solidly connected it with the officer's jaw. He backed away and exclaimed, "do something Jason…this kid will mark himself up and Ian will be pissed we messed with him."

While Sam was struggling with Anthony, Jason wordlessly reached for a syringe from a drawer along the divider between the driver's seat and the back, uncapped it and suddenly jabbed the needle into Sam's deltoid muscle, causing him to gasp in surprise.

Sam's efforts against the officer's assault had little effect and now he felt himself weakening. He shot Lucas a murderous glare, watching while the medic sat on the seat to his left now doing paperwork. "You're really gonna just sit there and do nothing?"

Lucas looked back at him and snarled, "shut up…you breathe a word about this and your brother is dead—I can give him something and no one will know…"

'You go near my brother, I'll find you and kill you,' Sam vowed in his mind but said nothing for his father often told him to try not to verbalize threats. Instead, he continued to scowl at the medic as he threatened.

"…I can also have Anthony here arrest you now for that suspicious fire. So unless that's what you want, you can shut up."

Upon hearing that, Sam's blood ran cold and he considered Jason's words; he had sounded deadly serious. Sam quickly determined the best course of action would be to just tolerate this ordeal, 'I'm am a Winchester, after all,' he told himself. He swallowed the dread he felt and screwed his eyes shut, his hands weakly squeezed the sides of his stretcher in anticipation of the anguish to come while part of him prayed he could escape before meeting this 'Ian' and the promise of worse things to come.

Whatever Jason injected him with started to take further effect. Sam's emotions were evening out and he had the strange sensation of floating; objects in his vision started swimming before his eyes slid shut, then the rest of his body turned increasingly numb until he was effectively paralyzed.

All at once, Sam and the others pitched toward the front of the ambulance when it came to a grinding halt. "It's Meg," the driver simply reported.

The vehicle shook slightly as she opened the back doors and climbed up. She then angled around and her eyes narrowed at the twisted scene playing out before her.

Anthony pulled his hand away and returned her glare. "What?"

Sam was lying there squirming, eyes squeezed shut, forehead wrinkled in pain. A glance further down revealed his jeans opened down around his hips. Something stirred in her at the sight of him and she said, "fuck waiting for the library."

"No Meg…we're taking him to Ian." Jason said.

"Meg, you're in on this?" Anthony said. "I thought you and Ian were at odds."

"In on what? This fake hijacking you've got planned to bring that kid to my brother?"

"How did you know?"

"Saw Frank. I sent him on his way and I'm here to tell you it's over. And don't worry about Ian…Azazel is confronting him as we speak."

Sam managed to crack open an eye when the officer broke his perverted physical contact but the more he tried to focus, the harder it was. He felt exhausted from his traumatic ordeal and furthermore, the conversation made no sense to his drugged mind. Sam gave up fighting the sedating effects and allowed sleep to overtake him.

Meg spoke in a low voice, gazing toward Sam. "Maybe I can salvage the situation." She then lifted her eyes toward Jason and Anthony and said, "what you're doing stops now and I won't sick Azazel on you next." She glared at Anthony "NOW GO!"

Anthony immediately flew out through the back and took off running.

Jason lifted an eyebrow. "What are you gonna do?"

"Something tells me I need to end my mission tonight and this is turning out to be the ideal situation. Jason, you ride up front with Christian…turn off at the next street for a bit then you will bring Sam directly to the ER and then get your sorry asses as far away from here as possible. Clear?"

Meg then pulled the rear doors shut as Jason moved to the passenger seat. She turned around and ran a hand through Sam's hair. "Looks to me like he is out of it, but not too far gone…that's good…" Meg looked up to see the male demons gawking at her. "Well, turn around and start driving like I said! This ain't no fucking peep show."

Once Meg was relatively alone with Sam, she did not waste any time yanking her skirt and panties off. She stepped forward and immediately kissed him, running her hands through his hair again. She then arched her neck to nuzzle his throat. He moaned softly, clearly enjoying the sensation, but never opened his eyes. Surmising Sam might be easily controllable, she smiled and whispered, "Ah, Sam…I'm Candy and…"

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"…I'm only gonna make you feel good," a soft female voice whispered, her face an inch away from his. A hand pushed up his bangs, caressed and a soft brief kiss touched his lips, then she trailed soft kisses down his neck then along his collar bone. His nerve endings stirred at the sensual connection between them and he tried to reach up to her but could not for some reason. "Shhh…" came her voice brushing his ear "…just relax and enjoy this."

There was a long moment he believed this was another nightmare about Amy and part of his self-awareness felt something else was wrong—difficult to ignore but, as the strange woman persisted in her wonderful kisses, all that was forgotten. He was helpless not to give into the bliss and do what she had suggested.

The woman's fingertips gently ran along his sides and down to his hips eliciting an instant swell of arousal. It began to press against his boxers and his hips bucked involuntarily, he sucked in a breath. "Don't rush it…enjoy it," she whispered. The fabric of his jeans and boxers were slid further along his thighs and down to his knees, effectively freeing his growing erection; his sensitive skin prickled with the sudden onslaught of cool air.

He felt his eyes fluttering and imagined a brief flash of an attractive female with long brown hair falling like a curtain around his head and sighed contentedly. He did not know how he knew but it seemed to him this woman was well acquainted with what she was doing; he responded favorably as this woman started to stroke until he became hard.

The next thing he was aware of was a weight on his hips and he heard himself moan as a moist heat gently encircled him. He was being kissed all the meanwhile as the molten sensation waxed and waned, slow and steady. Part of him could not hold still, his movements took over and his breathing sped up when amazing feelings he wasn't used to were building exponentially. Suddenly he jerked with a gasp, inside her with one long final thrust, holding his breath at that moment when he experienced such intense ecstasy convulsing entirely through him; the unexpected pleasure carried him along spiraling into a cocoon of warmth and contentment.

Meg smiled at his groan of pleasure, placed one final passionate kiss on his lips. When a milestone is achieved, a certain quiet comes and just such a stillness pervaded throughout the interior of the ambulance; for this situation, it was kept brief.

Meg then lifted her body up to stand next to the stretcher and held a small container between her legs for catching the fluid that dripped down them.

In a hurry to get the contents to the refrigerator, Meg quickly dressed, the eyes of the demons remaining averted out of respect. She then flung open the rear doors, turned to Jason in the front and said, "remember what I said…this one is to be brought straight to the hospital."

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John and Caleb swore under their breath when they saw flashing lights from fire trucks and police cars surrounding the woman's house. Caleb immediately parked his car as close as possible while John, having determined his boys were not in the middle of a covert operation, opened up his phone and dialed Dean's number.

Caleb focused on John's impassive expression as he waited for a response on the other end. Seconds later, John disconnected the call and pounded the dash board in frustration. "No answer, just voice mail…dammit! If anything happened to them…"

John's face twisted up into a mask of fear, unable to tear his eyes away from the horrible scene before them. The house was gone; it was reduced to a smoldering pile of ashes, still crackling and hissing as the fire hoses continued to spray. The air was hazy from the smoke wafting about.

Caleb reached over, put his hand on John's shoulder and squeezed, trying to convey support. He heard hitching in John's breathing and realized he was trying not to sob. "Hey, I bet they're on their way home, thinking they could beat it back there before we'd return."

John turned to face Caleb, his face backlit by the flashing lights, and his nod was barely perceptible. "Let's go ask around." He first scrutinized the rest of the scene before him. Standing around were a few curious onlookers; observers, John was sure, once part of a much larger group. They all continued to watch as the firefighters were wrapping things up, their job nearly done. A couple of investigators were wandering the premises, snapping pictures of the ruined structure. An officer was walking the perimeter, winding yellow tape around the occasional tree and street light poles.

Just then, one of the bystanders turned and began walking away. John threw open his door and jumped out of the car then Caleb followed. "Excuse me," John called out as he ran over to the man who stopped and spun around. "I was passing by…what happened? Were you here the whole time?"

"Sure was…I live three doors down. Over an hour ago, I heard the sirens and came out to see this house completely on fire. As you can see, it was quite a fire…I heard one of the firefighters say it had to be arson…Beth, the woman who lives in that house, wasn't there…so I'm kinda suspicious too…this wasn't your usual fire, that's for sure…"

John shook his head in frustration as the man rambled on. "So there was no one in the house?"

"Yeah, there was…that's actually why I'm suspicious of the whole thing. I didn't see clearly but I think there were two or three who got out, guys I had never seen before. I think one of them was taken to hospital in ambulance. You can talk to Peter…" the man pointed to a person now making his way over to join them "…he was a little closer to the action."

Peter had heard the last of what his neighbor had said and observed John's worried expression. "Two men came out as the house was burning, one looked to be in pretty bad shape. They were taken in an ambulance like Alex just said."

"When did they leave?" Caleb asked.

"Uh…" he tilted his head "…maybe about an hour ago."

John simply spun back around and rushed to Caleb's car without a word of thanks. Both neighbors made a face but Caleb stepped up. "Thanks," he said with a nod then ran to catch up with John who was already sitting behind the wheel.

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Sam awoke gradually. Any disconnect as to where he might be was short-lived when his eyes fluttered open. He first noted he was in a bright room, lying on a bed and had been changed out of his clothes. Initially indistinct, the paneled ceiling and metal rod with curtains surrounding his bed formed into focus, indicating he had made it to the hospital.

A feeling of vague apprehension started to creep into his increasing awareness, making Sam's skin crawl. Then he remembered how he just dreamed about having sex and started to feel his body relax from those pleasant memories. He tried to hold on to the powerful ecstasy he had felt but the passing of time, 'how long was I out, anyway?' he thought randomly, prevented him from advancing beyond how he remembered what it felt like.

Sam gave up trying to relive it after a minute and could not help thinking, ''it felt so real but had to be a dream, didn't it? I mean in what reality does an unconscious guy have sex with a woman while in an ambulance?' Sam smirked when he added, 'well, strike that…Dean would say anything is possible.' Sam casually looked to his right and his eyes widened a bit with surprise at the sight of his dad slouched in a chair, sleeping, his head resting on a raised arm.