I was asleep in the bathtub when I heard feet on the floor. My breath hitched in my throat, but I continued to pretend to sleep. I thought it might just be my imagination.

I waited for a moment and then opened my eyes slowly. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Sam standing there, just staring at me.

I sat up quickly, feeling for the knife at my hip. When I felt it, I relaxed just slightly. And then I felt it.

The tingle through my body. The warmth beneath my skin.

Oh, God.

I looked to Sam, trying to see any expression in his face. He was just looking at me with concern.

"Thea, I heard you whimpering in here," he said. "I just was making sure you were okay."

I stood up slowly. "Yeah, Sam. I'm fine. Just a bad dream or something."

He nodded and looked down, leaving the bathroom.

As soon as he left, I started to shake, my body releasing the breath I didn't realize I had been holding. I listened carefully, waiting to hear the spring of his bed. Once I heard it, I started grabbing up my things and stuffing them into my bag. I couldn't be here while the Need was on me, especially not when Sam had just seen me. It must've come back while I was sleeping.

'Maybe he wasn't affected by it,' I thought as I shoved things into my duffle.

I threw on my jacket and shoes, pulling the bag over my shoulder. I walked out the door quietly, moving slowly but silently through the room. I paused to look at Sam and Dean sleeping. Sam's back was to me, but I could see Dean plain as day. He looked so much more personable when he was asleep.

I was almost to the door when I was grabbed from behind, the knife at my hip ripped out of the sheath and thrown away from me. I struggled and tried to scream, but I wasn't able to. Sam's hand came down over my mouth, ignoring my bites to it. After everything we had talked about over the past few days, he knew almost everything that I would try to do and countered me at every point.

I was so stupid to tell them everything.

He pulled my head back to his shoulder, exposing my throat and making it so I couldn't head butt him. There was no way to elbow him or punch or kick. He had me in a lock that I wouldn't be able to get out of unless he wanted me out.

Fear spread cold through my body. I wondered how he had even gotten in. I locked the door myself and he wouldn't have come near it. It must've been tampered with.

It wouldn't help me now. I felt his breath on my neck, the brush of his lips on my ear. His grip was tight, but not crushing. I bit down on the inside of my cheek. My only option was to struggle enough to wake Dean up. If I was especially lucky, they would end up fighting each other to get to me first. If I wasn't lucky…well, I didn't want to think about that.

I started flailing wildly, kicking my feet out and my limbs. I don't think that Sam had been prepared for such a move, because his grip slipped and I flew headfirst into the door, banging my head up against it, a loud thud reverberating through the room.

I heard Dean jump up. "Sam?"

Sam's hands were on me before I could move. There were stars blooming in my eyes, my head smarting terribly from where it had hit. I cried out and tried to punch Sam, but he had me face down on the floor with my hands pinned beside me quickly. He straddled my hips, effectively holding me down.

"Look who was trying to leave, Dean," said Sam. He wasn't even breathless from our encounter.

I turned my head to squint up at Dean, who was now standing over the both of us. He had the glazed over look already, but he also had that mischievous glint in his eyes that I had seen once or twice. I struggled wildly, but Sam pushed my hands down into the floor harder, making sharp pains shoot up my arms.

"Thea, Thea, Thea," Sam cooed in my ear. "Where would you go without us to protect you?" He was now sliding his hands up the sleeves of my jacket, his hands warm on my skin.

"Sam, you don't want to do this," I said, muffled by the floor. "This isn't you talking, this is the Need you're feeling!"

Dean walked around me to where I couldn't see him. I tried to turn and look, but Sam's hand came up and knotted into my hair, lifting it up.

"You're right, Thea, I do need you." He lightly kissed the back of my neck, trailing them down to the collar of my jacket. I felt my boots being taken off of me, slowly. Dean was down at my feet.

"I've wanted you since I saw you," Sam continued. "I've dreamed of how your body would feel beneath mine. How you would writhe and beg for more." His hand got tighter in my hair, bringing tears to my eyes. "I bet Dean's been feeling the same thing. I guess we're gonna find out tonight, aren't we Thea?"

When he said that, I struggled madly. I had to get away. I couldn't kill them, hell, I couldn't even beat them in a fight. Maybe one, but definitely not the two of them. They're the best hunters in the world, and compared to them, I'm amateur at best. I couldn't let this happen though. I needed them to help me, but I wouldn't let this happen!

Sam jerked me up by my arms, dragging me into a standing position. When I looked up, Dean was in front of me. Inches away. He grabbed my hips and pulled them to his, grinding himself into me. Sam's arm went around my shoulders, the crook of his elbow almost around my throat. I felt them both against me, rock hard bodies of sinewy muscle honed by years of tangling with supernatural creatures and humans both.

I prayed they would rip each other apart.

I tried to think myself to a different place. Back to the park I used to go to as a kid with my dad, to the bakery I grew up in. None of it did any good. Their mouths were hot and demanding. I still struggled, but everywhere I tried to bring my arms, they countered me. Four hands against two was an unfair advantage.

I brought my heel down as hard as I could on Sam's bare toes, putting all of my rage into it.

He yelped and threw me away from him, making me stumble. It had surprised Dean enough to where he hadn't even tried to catch me. I was quick and bolted for the bathroom, slamming the door just in time to see Dean rushing at it. I threw the lock just as his weight crashed into it, making the door groan on its hinges.

"Don't make me bust down this door, Thea." Dean warned me through the door. "You won't like it if I have to come get you."

I looked around wildly for something to use as a weapon. There was no window in the bathroom, lovely. Why had I not checked that before?

Dean pounded on the door again, making me thud against it. I was running out of time. He would put on his boots, and when that happened, the door would come crashing down.

I ran and grabbed onto the towel rack, trying to pull it off the wall. It wouldn't budge. A sob escaped my throat as Dean kicked the door, wood splintering out from it. It wouldn't hold against another one.

I looked around and saw what could be my saving grace: the top on the toilet.

I grabbed it and jumped behind the door just as it came crashing in, dust obscuring vision momentarily. I saw his figure right in front of me and didn't hesitate to bring the lid down as hard as I could between his shoulder blades. He fell almost immediately and I turned and ran.

I didn't get far. Sam intercepted me and threw me on the bed, falling on top of me. I threw my head back and heard a satisfying crack against his forehead. I was able to shrug him off of me, shrugging off my jacket that he held in his hand. I scrambled for my knife that laid in the dark corner of the room, almost tripping over myself in the process.

I was so close, but almost as soon as I touched the handle, a hand fell on my shoulder, wrenching me back onto the bed. I bent backward painfully, my legs caught under me.

I looked up into Dean's blazing green eyes. They shined bright with anger and lust.

"You hit me pretty good back there. I've gotta give it you, people usually don't get one over on me."

"What can I say," I growled, struggling away from him. "Lust makes people stupider than usual."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Sammy, come over here and help me out, would you!"

They shifted quickly, Dean straddling my bottom half while Sam cradled the top in his, pinning my arms to my side. They had me at such a weird angle, I could barely move my legs. They really had me this time. Tears brimmed again in my eyes. I closed them and looked away, not wanting to watch anything happen.

I felt Dean's fingers brush my cheek, turning my face back to his. He caught my eyes with his and leaned in close. It shocked me the level of tenderness that they held in them. For a guy who had just wrestled me onto the bed, he looked like he actually cared.

"Relax, Thea," he said softly. "Relax. We want to make you feel good, take you places you've never been before."

The tears were flowing freely now. "Dean, please," I whispered. "Don't do this. You'll be tied to me for the rest of your life. You don't want that." A sob broke from me. "I don't want that."

He shushed me in what could've been soothing, but it wasn't. "Be quiet now, Thea. Just be quiet and enjoy the ride."

He didn't kiss me directly on the mouth. He knew that if he did, a lip would come off of him. He kissed down my jaw line, down to my throat to where my shirt stopped him from going anywhere else. He sat up for a moment and looked down at me, assessing the situation.

He smirked and looked at Sam. "Sammy, could yo-"

"Way ahead of you, Dean."

Sam produced a small knife and handed it to Dean. I tried to wiggle away, but as it got closer I was afraid of it actually cutting me. I held perfectly still as Dean literally cut my shirt off of me. He pulled the strips off, leaving behind just my bra. He smirked again and cut of the bra. I cried out as he pulled it away, leaving me exposed to him.

He looked me in the eye as he lowered his head to my breast and took it into his mouth. I tried to move away, but Sam held me firmly in place. Dean's tongue danced over my chest, leaving a trail of fire. I felt like I was going to wretch. I had gone for years now without getting to this and these bastards had been able to get me so easily, it was embarrassing. Now they would rape me mercilessly and hate themselves after the Need wore off. These guys had done a lot of bad things, but they had never been rapists.

Dean traveled lower still, kissing down my belly, his fingers gripping the waistband of my jeans. I tried to buck him off, but his hands were strong and held me easily.

As he took my jeans off slowly, I tried to look at Sam, who had pinned my arms under his legs, leaving his hands free. He was rubbing his hands all over my midsection, his hands trying to coax me into relaxation. He kissed the sides of my neck, biting and sucking gently. I pulled my head away so that he would look into my eyes.

"Please, Sam," I said, imploring him with my eyes. "Don't do this. You're strong, you fought the Devil out of your mind. You won. Don't let something this small get you. You couldn't live with yourself if you do this to me!"

He brought his hand up my neck and to my jaw slowly, letting me feel how easily he could kill me if he wanted. He held my jaw closed as he crushed his lips to mine, making it so I couldn't even open my mouth. He moved his mouth over mind sensuously, his hand keeping my mouth closed while the other squeezed one of my breasts.

A cold breeze covered quickly by warm body heat brought me back to the reality that I was facing. Dean fell between my newly exposed legs, wrapping his arms around my thighs.

I started to struggle harder than ever, begging them to stop what they were doing. Sam gripped me tighter and continued his assault on my upper half.

I looked up at the ceiling, silently pleading with Aphrodite to lift her curse, but I knew she was just smirking, enjoying what was happening to me.

The first stroke of Dean's tongue nearly shocked me out of my wits. He started licking and sucking on me, and I don't know what broke in me.

I just started to scream.

I screamed as if I was being murdered, a loud sharp scream that no one could take for being pleasure. Sam silenced it quickly, placing a paw over my mouth. I tried to squeeze Dean's head between my legs, in the desperate hope of maybe suffocating him, but he bit down on the inside of my thigh, biting me the harder I tried to shut my legs.

I got to the point where I couldn't take the bite anymore and relaxed my legs. He gave me one last long lick before kissing his way back up me.

He placed himself between my legs, letting me feel how hard he was. He ran his hands up my body to cradle my face in his hands. He got as close as he could without me being able to bite.

"I'm going to make you scream with pleasure, Thea," he whispered against my lips.

I felt him against my opening, searching. "Dean, stop!" I cried. "Stop it, ple-"

I screamed as he shoved himself in, breaking past any resistance that there was between me and him. I just started to sob as he moved inside.

This can't be happening, I thought. Please, God, just let this be a nightmare!

But it was happening. The pain of it started to go numb after a little while. Dean was panting above me, running his hands all over my body. Sam was breathing heavily from behind, his hand stroking me from the top. I just went limp. There was no point in fighting anymore. Everything that I had fought for was gone now. I lost everything.

I don't know how long it took. It was probably only minutes but it seemed like hours until Dean finished. He groaned into my neck, thrusting a few more times and kissing my ear before pulling out of me.

He rolled over beside me and Sam crawled out from behind. All I could do was shake my head. One was bad enough, but two?

I tried to close myself, but Sam was there before I could. He wasted no time. I laid there quietly while he rutted into me, moaning into my ear. Dean had pulled me closer to him and was just running his hands all over my chest and face, slowly and almost lovingly. It was as if he couldn't get enough.

Sam finished faster than Dean and collapsed on top of me. He kissed the corner of my mouth before taking a place on the opposite side of me.

He laid his head on my belly while Dean rested his chin on top of my head. I laid there flat on my back, pain ebbing through my body as the Winchester brothers fell asleep, as content as they had been in a very long time.