AN: Goooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! So sorry for the slight delay. I was getting my Christmas fic ready and doing some last minute shopping. Yeah. Last minute shopping...fun times. Not! Lol. Anyways. My Christmas fic is out! It's called Home For Christmas. It's about me and my adopted mama, and we get a visit from the Winchester brothers! Hehehe. Go check it out when you have the time! It's funny and adorable :) Anyways. I got letter H covered, but if anyone has any ideas, requests, or suggestions for E, F, and G, let me know! Alright, with that said let's go!

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D-Duct Tape (Set early season 5: minor AU!)

Sam panted through his nose heavily and took a deep breath once more, then struggled against his bonds. But it was no use. He fought to catch his breath again, and snapped his head up when his captor came back in. He glared at the figure. His captor looked at him and just smirked.

"Comfy Samuel? I hope so. You won't be getting out of your bonds. Duct tape is quite the invention yes?" His captor asked.

Sam tried to speak but was muffled.

"Sorry dear. But I can't understand you. I'm going to go get some more stuff for the ritual, behave now." His captor said as the figure left.

Sam swore inwardly. If only he could move. But the the tape held strong. He figured his captor had a thing with duct tape. He practically mummified in it! He couldn't move an inch. He was also gagged heavily with it. He needed to escape and get back to Dean, he started to struggle again but stopped. He sighed sadly when he remember the argument he and Dean had a day earlier. Heck, they even got different rooms at the motel. He doubted Dean knew he was even missing.

The argument a day earlier

"-you couldn't have trusted me?!" Sam shouted.

"Trust you!? You betrayed me! And now look, the damn Devil's free! Why should I trust you now or ever?!" Dean shouted back.

"I'm your brother!" Sam exclaimed.

"Were my brother! You were my brother. Not so much now!" Dean exclaimed back.

"What?" Sam asked fearfully.

"You heard me. Go. Get a separate room. I don't want to even look at you tonight." Dean said.

"Dea-" Sam started.

"Leave me alone Sam. Forever." Dean said disappearing into the office and then his room on the bottom floor.

Sam let the tears fall and got his room. He headed up to the second floor and went inside his room. He paced for about an hour and decided to go for a walk, he went downstairs and looked into the window of his brother's room. He Castiel inside and saw that Dean was smiling and laughing. Sam turned away with tears in his eyes. He didn't know how long he walked for, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He didn't see the car behind him nor the driver. He felt a prick in his neck and then his world got hazy. He took a step forward and collapsed into darkness.

Sam sniffled and let a few tears loose again. Maybe this was for the best. If his captor has intentions of killing him for the ritual, then maybe it was better to let them. Maybe his death would bring Dean some kind of peace, if he ever found out.

'Dean, I'm so sorry.' Sam thought to himself tearfully.

"Oh sweetie, why do you cry?" His captor asked.

The figure turned on the lights finally and Sam saw his captor was female. Which was odd, because she disguised her voice, so it was hard to tell if she were female or not.

"So I got everything for the ritual. I'll be powerful again all thanks to you. Sadly you'll die, but hey, it's for a good cause. A cause that'll bring me back into power. I was a powerful witch before my mother locked away my powers. But now, I'll be right as rain again!" She said cheerfully. "Now let's get started."

She dragged Sam to a table and managed to lay him down on it. Before she cut his wrists free, she grabbed more duct tape and taped him firmly to the table. She cut his wrists free from behind his back and taped his hands to the table. She needed his blood and a lot of it. He struggled but again it was useless, he was actually mummified in tape except for his wrists which she sliced open.

He whimpered in pain and closed his eyes as he felt blood gushing out of his vein. Soon after she cut him up some more, he was in a haze, floating away. He didn't even feel the pain anymore.

"Almost there sweetie. You're doing lovely." She cooed.

Sam didn't hear her. He just continued to float away. Soon he floated into oblivion. It was dark but warm. He liked it here. There was no pain mental or physical, there was nothing. He could get use to it. He soon heard something. A voice. It was familiar.

-ammy. Sam please. Open your eyes.

'No! Why should I?'

Please Sammy, please. Wake up.

'I don't want too! I want to float away forever.'

I'm sorry Sammy. Please. Wake up.

'No! Just leave me alone!'

Sam floated further away until a bright blinding light made him open his eyes.

"Sammy! You're awake! Thank god." Dean said tearfully.

Sam looked at his brother sadly whispered sorry to him. Dean asked him what he was sorry about, Sam said everything. Dean shook his head and apologized for starting that stupid fight and he was at fault for releasing Lucifer as well. Dean also apologized for not releasing he was missing for a day. Sam accepted his apology and asked how he found him. Dean said he went to apologize to Sam the next morning, but he couldn't find Sam at all. So he looked all day, and got wind of a witch that kidnapped a kid. So they found the witch and killed her, and found Sam bleeding out on a table, mummified by duct tape, and now mummified by gauze and bandages.

After a week in the hospital Sam was deemed well enough to leave. Dean treated him like glass. Sam tolerated because he needed to let Dean show him, he was still here for him, and that Sam forgave Dean.

'I'm glad I didn't float away.' Sam thought as he drifted off to sleep to Dean humming.

*flatlines* The number D my darlings...

Until Next Time! *watches A Year Without a Santa Clause* It's my favorite X mas movie!