"Run!"

A clear thought burst through her weakness, Sam's voice, the real Sam, rang through her and she felt a burst of energy, she slammed her body against him, sending Sam's body off balance so he crashed into the bathtub. In blind fear she stumbled into the kitchenette, tears blurred her vision as she gets to the door and fiddles with the locks, behind her she could hear the Demon getting up, her heart raced faster, she could feel her strength leaving her as Sam broke the connection finally.

"What am I going to do with you, Joce?" the Demon tsked.

"Help!" she yelled and clawed at the locks.

The door opened but before she could escape Sam's hand slammed the door shut and pinned her to the door, her cheek grazed the imitation wood door, Jocelyn couldn't breathe for Sam's hand had slapped over her mouth and nose.

"Will I have to pin you down?" he whispered in her ear and Jocelyn felt his fingers in her hair, he jerked her head back against his chest and forced her back from the wall, his hand still covering her mouth. "Or will I take you from behind?"

Jocelyn gagged and her lungs burned, she felt her strength leaving her slowly until she could no longer fight the Demon, she felt paralyzed, trapped inside her body, for she could still feel, and hear and see what the Demon was doing to her. A spike of relief flooded through her as Sam's hand lifted away from her mouth and a fresh breathe of air filled her lungs, but didn't last long as the Demon threw her on the back, her stomach on the bed with knees on the floor.

She tried to no avail to lift her arms, her head, her legs, anything so that she might escape, Sam moved away from her and took rope from the kitchen table, then returned, standing behind her. He gripped each of her wrists and tied them behind her back, knotting them tightly the kneeling behind her.

"I killed him, you know. Dean, that is. Murdered him with Sam's two hands." She heard his laugh. "Wrapped my hands around his throat and choked the life out of him very slowly."

She thought of Dean lying on the ground, limp, bloody and bruised, fear flashed through her and she felt Sam's body pushing up against her bottom. He is going to rape me, she thought suddenly, wondering why she hadn't thought of that before.

Jocelyn slammed her eyes shut as Sam pulled her skirt up from behind, touching her bottom, sliding his hands down her thighs and calves then returning to the flimsy black lace that covered her. A sob escaped her as he ripped them from her body, he touched her womanhood, sliding one long finger inside of her body.

"You're so tight." She heard him moan. "This is gonna hurt."

Tears slid down her cheeks, she heard the rustle of Sam's jeans dropping to the floor.

"Soon, my dear." He said and slid another finger inside of her.

Pain flashed through her and she thought she would scream, she felt numb, her body separating from her mind, she seemed to be floating just above Sam and her, she swallowed convulsively as he thrust into her. She screamed in pain, felt Sam turn her head into the bed, she screamed and cried harder, her body came to instant awareness, every nerves overly stimulated with fear. Jocelyn sobbed into the coverlet, taking in as much oxygen as she could through the soft blanket, she body exploded again in pain as he pulled back and thrust into her again. Finally, wonderfully, Jocelyn passed out, the black surrounding her.

"Joce! Wake up! Please!" someone was calling her, it sounded a lot like Sam

It couldn't be Sam though, Sam was gone, so was Dean, a stab of grief forced her deeper into the comforting darkness.

"Please, Joce." Dean's voice now.

"No." she whimpered.

She felt hands on her body, her legs, her arms, her chest, everywhere and suddenly she was trapped in the nightmare of Sam, thrusting, the pain. She cried out and fought the hands that gripped her, touched her, she batted the hands away, tears slid down her cheeks. They were gone. She thought about Dean and Sam and how good they had been to her.

"Joce, you need to wake up." Bobby? What would Bobby be here for?

Suddenly Jocelyn felt light, she realized that someone was picking her up.

"We need to get her to a hospital, immediately, she's bleeding pretty badly. Sam, stop that! We need your help!"

Warm arms closed around her. "It's okay, Joce, no one is going to hurt you."

"I'm sorry, so sorry." Sam's voice "Please, forgive me."

"Sam! So help me God, if you don't get your ass over here and try to stem the bleeding, I am going to kill you. Jocelyn needs your help."

"I c-c-can't." he stuttered. "I d-d-did that to h-h-her."

"No, you didn't. The Demon did." Dean yelled.

"Dean, please." She groaned.

"Joce!" All three cried.

"Help, Sam." She moaned.

She heard footfalls then heard someone grunting, Sam was being picked up.

"Can't you see she needs you boy?" Bobby yelled.

"Joce." He whispered and kissed her forehead. "I d-d-didn't mean too."

"Demon… you… didn't… do…. Anything."

"Save your strength, we're going to the hospital."

Dean carried her to the car, anger and fear pulsing in his veins, when he'd stumbled in and seen Sam holding Joce, her body bloodied and unconscious, he's been so scared that he'd been too late. Dean looked down at her and felt a tear slide down his cheek.

"Don't worry, Dean. They'll survive."

"I know."

He thought briefly of Sam as he tucked her into the car, on his lap, Bobby crawled into the driver's seat and peeled out of the motel driveway, Sam was still back at the hotel, curled up on one of the beds.

"Dean, He didn't do it." She said

"We know. It's okay, Sam was possessed long before he came to you, he knocked me out and then went after you."

A stab of pain and guilt burned in his gut.

"We're going to find the demon, we're going to kill it."

He looked back down at her and saw that she had fallen back asleep.

"Don't worry." He crooned to her. "Everything's gonna be just fine. You'll see."

TBC

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