AN: Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far! It really does make my day. So this is the chapter I've really been looking forward to writing, and there's a bit of a surprise in here for everyone. Enjoy!

"This is impossible!" Sam huffed out in irritation as he shoved his laptop away from himself.

Dean shut the door behind him after returning with their food. "Well hello to you too."

Sam let out a long, tired sigh. "I've been trying to find something, hell, anything on Moriarty's network, but now that he's a demon, pretty sure his network got upgraded too. I got no clue how to track 'em, or even know where to start."

"You don't have to. I found something."

Sam's head shot up. "What? How?"

"That worker from the video place called me. He noticed how one of his co-workers went missing, so I stopped by and-"

"You did all of this in like twenty minutes?"

Dean stared at Sam as though he had started speaking in tongues. "Dude, I've been gone for like three hours. You seriously didn't notice?"

"Well… I've been busy. Lost track of time I guess."

Dean could help but grin at his little brother's nerdiness. "Yeah, guess so. Anyway, the guy gave me a picture of the missing worker. When I went to pick up the food, I started asking around. Someone there had seen him around Manchester."

"Think a demon used his body to play the message, and then took it back to Moriarty to work for him?"

"Sounds like it. Think we should check it out?" Dean started to head back towards the door.

"Uh, actually I don't."

Dean froze mid-step, and turned back to Sam. "And why not?"

"Dean, we still have no idea what we're going up against. He's got an unlimited number of humans, and demons working for him. We got no clue what we'd be walking into."

"You said we were gonna wait for a lead, and guess what? We got one, so what are we waiting for?"

"We both know that Moriarty is our biggest problem. We should take care of him and then his network should fall apart without him."

"'Should?' Sammy, I'm gonna need more than that. We know where this guy is, so we go check the place out, and if it's too much then we'll head back and figure out something else."

Sam still wasn't convinced. "That's a pretty weak plan, Dean."

"It's better than sitting around doing nothing."

Sam knew Dean, and he knew Dean was going to go to Manchester regardless of what Sam thought, and would undoubtedly get himself into trouble. "Alright, fine. We'll scope the place out."

Dean smiled a victorious grin. "Awesome. Get the weapons ready from the trunk. I'll take care of our stuff in here."

"Okay." Sam agreed as he headed for the door. He still didn't like this plan, but he was willing to overlook it to prove that he was still not just a hunter, but still Dean's brother. Sam had no idea what this soulless version of him had done, and he was eager, borderline desperate to regain Dean's trust.

As he started gathering the weapons out of the trunk, he had but a second when he felt a presence lurking behind him, before a rag was promptly thrown over his nose and mouth. There was a sweet scent forcing its way into Sam's lungs, and his mind screamed, "Chloroform."

He tried to kick back with his legs, but whatever drug was on the rag worked fast. He started shouting Dean's name, but it was too muffled and weak to be audible. His futile thrashing finally started to die down, and he thought of Dean on last time, before darkness was all he knew.

Dean had finished gathering up their things, slung it all over his shoulders, and stepped back outside towards the Impala. "Sam, you ready to-"

The bags slipped from his shoulders as everything else in the world suddenly lost all meaning, except for one thing. Sam was gone. "Sam?" Maybe he was just out of view behind the car. It-it could be that simple, right? Except Sam's head didn't pop up. He didn't answer Dean's calls for him. Now Dean was panicking. "Sammy! SAM!"

"Sir?" The man, the same one Sam and Dean had been searching for, timidly asked his new boss. Master was probably more fitting, though.

Moriarty turned to his employee, grinning at the prone body the man had brought with him. "Yes? Have you done your part?"

The man nodded, either that or that was truly how badly he was trembling. "Yes I-I found the guy you wanted. Now, pl-please let me go home. I-I have a family."

"I suppose you've served me well. You're free to go."

The man had a relived smile, a smile that was permanently etched onto his face as an invisible forced snapped his neck. Sam Winchester's body slumped over with no one holding it up anymore, and he grunted in his unconscious state as his body hit the ground.

From what Moran had told Moriarty about the Winchesters, he had learned that they're overly protective of one another. Dean was the eldest, he was rash, a ladies man, believed himself to be funny, rumoured to be an excellent torturer, and so willing to sacrifice himself for his family that it was actually irritating to listen to. Sam was more calm, clearly the smarter one, absolutely horrible luck with women, jumped into hell to save the world, and spent a hundred years as the devil's chew toy. Heroes, how he abhors them so. Although, Moriarty was rather excited to… acquaint himself with these ones.

But before he could do so, he had to make sure that little Sammy didn't wander off during their conversation. That would be rude, now wouldn't it? Moriarty motioned for two of his men to secure the boy to the chair in the centre of the room. Sam's face scrunched up in silent protest as he was hefted on the chair. It was metal, and adorned with leather straps that went over one's wrists, arms, feet, chest, and waist. And it was even adjustable. How quaint is that? There was also an additional strap that could go over a victim's mouth, but Moriarty left that one off, for the time being anyway.

Moriarty waited patiently for Sam to wake up. The poor boy had been chloroformed, what kind of host would Moriarty be to disturb his slumber? It also gave him plenty of time to think about how to entertain his guest. Moran had showed him so many new methods of keeping one's self busy, and acquiring information.

Speaking of Moran, there was the warning of flickering lights, and then Moran was beside him. "Oh, brilliant." Moran congratulated at the sight of Sam tied to the chair. "You plan on starting in on him any time soon?"

"He hasn't even awoken yet."

Moran sauntered over to Sam's limp for, and roughly slapped him until Sam's eyes started darting beneath their lids, and he groaned. "See? Now he's awake."

Sam fluttered his eyes open to a situation he was all too familiar with. Restrained in an unknown location, two figures looming over him, no doubt that torture was to follow. Both men wore suits, and not the cheap kind that he and his brother used, but traditional business suits. Sam knew one of them to be Moriarty, the other he assumed was Moran, or whatever demon was using his body. Moriarty wore a cheerful smile as though he and Sam were old friends. Moran had a dark grin, almost certainly looking forward to the pain he knew Sam was going to be put through.

"Go on, Jim. Show me what you've learned."

Sam motionlessly steeled himself, but it ended up being unnecessary. "I've not even properly introduced myself. I'll let you know when things get interesting. Although, you may be able to figure it out yourself."

Meaning when he hears Sam screaming. Yeah, that was gonna happen.

Moran gave Moriarty a proud father look. "I look forward to it." With a snap of his fingers, he was gone.

"I'm very pleased to meet you in person, Sam. My partner has told me so much about you and your brother."

Sam rolled his eyes with a scoff. "Only good things, I'm sure."

"He's told me all about your and Dean's hell trips. I'm sure mine wasn't nearly was interesting as yours."

"From what I've heard about you, I'm sure your worthy of my hell." Not that Sam actually remembered it.

"Oh, so you have heard about me." Oh, God, was Moriarty blushing right now? "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You really shouldn't." Sam snorted.

Instead of getting annoyed, or angry, or anything of the like, Moriarty's expression just turned even more casual, and he freaking giggled. "I hope your brother's as entertaining as you are."

Now that got a reaction out of Sam. Not an extremely obvious one, but a reaction nonetheless. His eyes narrowed angrily at the mention of his brother, a wordless warning to Moriarty to not lay a finger on Dean.

"Oh no, not the scary face. Now I'm trembling." Moriarty chuckled at himself. "My lovely new partner has told me all about how you boys work. For instance," Sam saw a flick of silver, and knowingly dreaded its use. "If you dear brother was around and I were to do this," Sam felt a burning stabbing pain in his gut as the knife made its way through. He managed to let out only a small grunt. "It would hurt him more than it does you, correct?"

"Why don't you go back to hell?" Sam ground out through gritted teeth.

"While we're om the topic of Dean," Moriarty continued, ignoring Sam's outburst. "Think we should invite him to join us? I don't believe that it's quite the same without him here."

Sam opened his mouth to yell at Moriarty to leave his brother alone, but a sudden wide leather strap hindered his efforts. The most he was able to do now was glare, and he glared with for all he was worth.

Moriarty pulled out his phone, no, that was Sam's phone. Great, even better. He had no trouble finding Dean's name in his contacts. He flashed Sam a smile similar to a teenage girl's when she was about to call her crush. He put it on speaker phone, and seconds later Sam heard Dean's panicked voice on the other end.

"Sammy! Where are you?"

"Dean. It's so wonderful to put a voice to the stories. Quite the hero complex you have. Such a shame you fight for the angels."

"What did you do with my brother? Who is this?"

"Oh, this is Jim Moriarty. I hear you've been looking for me. Well, hello!"

"Where's Sam?!"

"Don't worry, dear Sammy's right here." Moriarty turned towards him. "Aren't you, Sam?"

If Sam wasn't gagged, he'd be screaming at Dean not to come, but since he was, he remained silent, knowing his muffled nonsense would only further encourage Dean to come rushing to him.

"Come now, Sam, don't be rude. Say hello to your brother."

There was an abrupt, deep, probing pain in Sam's stomach, and it took him a moment to realize that he was screaming. Even though it was muffled, he knew Dean was able to hear him. His mind eventually told him that the source of his pan was Moriarty's hand slowly forcing its way through the cut he had made minutes before. The smallest twitch of his fingers made Sam's eyes nearly roll into the back of his head.

Sam felt his back arch uncontrollably, which only allowed Moriarty's hand to sink deeper into the wound. His constant screaming only made everything hurt worse, but he found himself incapable of stopping. He distantly heard Dean shouting for him, but the agony overpowered almost everything else. He was finally able to bring down his screams to whimpering pants, even though it wasn't a much better alternative.

"Sammy! You son of a bitch, leave him alone!"

"I'll text you an address where you can come join us. Do hurry though, Sam says he misses you." With that, he tightened his fist inside Sam's stomach, eliciting one last muffled scream from him, before hanging up the phone.

"Good news, Sam," Moriarty announced eagerly, his hand still stationed in Sam's gut. "Dean's on his way, isn't that sweet of him? Oh, silly me, I forgot to text him. I'm going to need my hand back."

That was the only warning Sam got before Moriarty ripped his hand out, leaving Sam arching on the chair, and panting through his nose.

"Did I hear screaming?" Moran asked excitedly as he reappeared beside Moriarty.

"Such a shame, actually. You just missed the good part. I suppose, I could just do it again."

Sam felt his eyes widen in panic, and his face silently start pleading for him not to have to go through that torture again.

Moran grinned at the fear in Sam's eyes, and chuckled as he took the strap off Sam's mouth. "Fancy a chat? By which I mean, care to start begging now?"

Not trusting his voice not to crack, Sam said nothing. He already hated himself for being so weak before.

"Alright then. Guess we'll just proceed with the plan."

Sam found his voice again. "What are you talking about?"

Moriarty's back was facing Sam, but Sam distinctly heard the sound of metal clanking against metal. "I'm curious, Sam."

Sam swallowed, feeling his heartbeat quickening. "About what?" He swore he could smell smoke.

"You and your brother. Moran can only tell me so much about you boys."

"It's true." Moran confirmed. "Even for as long as I've known you, there's only so much I can tell him."

Sam's face scrunched up in confusion. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Moran suddenly burst out laughing. "I-I'm sorry, I've just gotten so used to this body that I forget it's not my usual one." Moran's eyes flashed red with a dark grin. "Recognize me now, Moose?"

No it-it couldn't be… "Cr-Crowley?"

AN: *Dark giggling* Like my plot twist? I've been waiting to reveal that this whole story! Let me know what you guys think of the story so far! See y'all soon!