Summary: AU: Stanford Era: "Dean … Sammy's in trouble." A late night phone call sends Dean Winchester and long-time friend, Caelan Hagan in a desperate search to find Sam before the unthinkable happens; uncovering lies and secrets involving the youngest Winchester, that have been years in the making.

Warnings: Violence, swearing, physical abuse, torture, implied adult themes. This is a dark chapter with sexual abuse. No graphic details.

Disclaimer: I don't own the supernatural characters.

Author's Note: Just another possibility on why Sam left for Stanford. Introducing new character, Caelan Hagan. Hope you enjoy.

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DEMON SPAWN: THE PHONE CALL

CHAPTER SEVEN

In what should have been a five hour drive to their destination, Dean had managed to do it in three, pushing his baby to her limits, knowing that time was of the essence, especially with Sam missing and in trouble.

Every big brother instinct in Dean screamed at him to begin the search for his little brother immediately – who the hell knew what those bastards had done to him already! – but the Hunter in Dean knew that he wouldn't get very far if he didn't take the time to freshen up, eat something and go over the game-plan with Caelan before they even attempted the search for Sam. It wouldn't do anyone any good if they ran around aimlessly in a panic, searching for the missing Winchester. No, they needed to do this right, like professional Hunters and not anxious, panicked big brothers.

They checked into a motel in close proximity to Stanford, knowing that their first action of business was to talk to Sam's friends and see if they noticed anyone strange hanging around, whether Sam's attitude had changed within the last twenty-four hours or if any of them had witnessed Sam's kidnapper, without even being aware of it.

Caelan took to the shower first before he left to get them both some food, before they attacked the rest of the game-plan in more detail.

Both Hunters were subdued, lost in their own thoughts as they mindlessly ate the food in front of them, Dean struggling to get down even one bite of his double bacon cheese burger, due to how worried and stressed he was about his brother's predicament.

"C'mon man," Caelan sighed, watching his friend critically as Dean picked at his food, not even attempting to eat it. Dean would normally have scoffed the lot down by now – he loved food! Especially pie! – So that attested to how worried he was about Sam's current situation. "You have to eat something, dude. You're not going to be any good to Sam if you crash and burn." Caelan gently rebuked his friend, hoping that some common sense would snap Dean out of his funk.

Tired, slightly vacant green eyes met Caelan, shrugging indifferently, the loss and desperation within Dean's normally shielded eyes caused a pang of sympathy within Caelan. "Can't. If I eat I'm gonna hurl." Dean explained apathetically.

Caelan's expression softened at Dean's obvious abject misery. "I know it's hard to concentrate right now man, but if we want to find Sammy, we have to be firing on all cylinders, right?" Caelan gently prodded the young man seated opposite him.

"I just … I shouldn't have left him alone Caelan. What sort of big brother am I that I could let this shit happen to my baby brother? How could I have not noticed?"

Caelan squeezed Dean's shoulder in both comfort and sympathy. He too felt guilty as hell – especially if what they theorized happening to Sam had in fact happened to the youngest Winchester – but wallowing in self-pity and self-indulgence was a luxury they didn't have right now. They had to find Sammy. Everything else they could deal with later … once Sam Winchester was back with them where he belonged.

"None of us should have left him alone Dean," Caelan stressed, trying to keep his tone calm and even, instead it came out heaped with bitterness so low that he was practically growling. "We all fucked up Dean, not just you, okay? Now, eat your damn pie so that we can go and save your brother!"

Dean blinked at Caelan, surprised and shocked at his friend's tone before he burst out laughing. "If you're trying to sound all intimidating while giving orders like Dad … sorry Cal, you failed big time! You just sounded like a pouting teenager, dude!"

Caelan quirked his eyebrow, trying to give Dean the "adult" I'm-not-impressed look, but he ended up laughing along with Dean, glad to see that Dean had pulled himself out of his slightly depressive funk.

Dean wiped tears of laughter away from his eyes before he obediently began to eat his pie, grateful for having Caelan beside him right now. The two of them had their work cut out for them if they had any hope of rescuing Sammy from potential Hunters.

Half an hour later both Dean and Caelan were in Sam's dorm room, trying to find any sort of clue about who might have taken the young man and where, while they talked to Sam's roommate Brady; learning that Sam must have been abducted shortly after one am after they had gone to the local bar.

When asked why the two of them had been out at such a late hour – considering how serious Sam was about his studies. He wouldn't have wanted any distractions to impede his school work, which included lack of sleep and a potential hangover – Brady had shrugged, a wide grin plastered upon his face, giving the two Hunters a sly wink. "It's a tradition in my family that when you turn the ripe old age of twenty-one, you make the most of it! Plus, Jessica was there. I mean, everyone knows that those two have been crushing on each other for ages now and neither of them had done anything about it so we decided to try and … nudge them in the right direction. When Sam didn't come home, I just assumed that he'd spent the night at Jessica's. Sam's all right, isn't he?"

Dean felt like a fucking tool! How the hell could he have forgotten that it was his brother's birthday? Man, he was really screwing up royally with his big brother duties at the moment!

After reassuring the kid that Sam was fine and probably got waylaid somewhere, Brady had left to go to class while Dean began to search the dorm room for anything that could explain where these fuckers had taken his younger brother and Caelan left to investigate the bar where Sam had last been seen.

Sam's room was barely furnished. No geek posters hanging on the walls, no personal mementoes which decorated the room. There was only a bed, a small study desk and a row of books on a single book shelf above his bed. No TV, no radio, just the bare essentials. Dean wasn't even sure he was in the right room until he caught a glimpse of some photos of them when they had been younger.

Dad was in one of them, along with Caelan and Connor – Caelan's Dad – Sam and Dean crouched down in front of them, all of them laughing, looking happy while enjoying some down-time after a hunt; another one of Mum and Dad and the two siblings before the fire and the Demon who had taken everything from them; this last one was of the three Winchesters, young Sammy scowling while Dean affectionately ruffled his brother's hair, a big goofy grin plastered upon his young face, while John looked at his two boys with obvious love and pride, the parental look of exasperation and tolerance upon his features. Dean smiled softly in nostalgia before quickly coming to the conclusion that there was nothing in here that would shed any light on the current situation.

With a heavy, frustrated sigh-growl, Dean flipped open his phone and dialled Caelan's number. "Nothing to be found here man," Dean reported. "How bout you?"

"Unfortunately not," Caelan replied, irritated with his lack of success. "These people … or Hunters … they're good Dean. No traces of anything what-so-ever."

"Well, I guess we should start looking at some of the places you mapped out then." Dean said after a short pause of disappointment. "I'll come to you and then we can separate and begin to search."

"Sounds like a plan," Caelan agreed, hanging up his phone.

With one final glance around his brother's barren room, Dean left the dorm and made his way toward the Impala. Inserting the key into the ignition, Dean was interrupted by the shrill ringing of his phone. With a huff of annoyance, half-expecting it to be his Dad, Dean grabbed at his phone, gasping in complete and utter shock at the name displayed.

Fumbling with panicked, shaky hands, Dean slipped open his phone, pressing the button to access the call. "Sammy," he answered breathlessly, his heart hammering with trepidation and hopefulness.

DW SW DW SW DW SW DW SW DW SW DW SW DW

Excruciating pain slammed Sam back into consciousness, his mouth open in a silent scream of agony, his body shaking and sweating profusely, breathing heavily because of the extreme amount of pain he was in.

Without warning, Sam tilted his head slightly and vomited all down his chest, some of the sickness spattering up and striking someone's shoes and pants.

"Ugh!" an unfamiliar voice protested loudly, quickly trying to get out of the way by pushing away from Sam, his hand making contact with Sam's dislocated left shoulder, which caused Sam to heave violently once more, almost blacking out once more, whimpering in pain.

"God damned bastard!" The new voice roared with disapproval. "Would you look at the mess this little … fuck head has made?! And all over me as well! God, he's disgusting!"

"Well, what did you expect Peter?" Sicko said in an amused tone. "What did you think would happen when you yanked on his obviously dislocated shoulder like that?"

"I was only trying to get him over to that work-bench over there like you wanted." The unfamiliar, new voice – obviously called Peter – pouted in a sullen voice.

"Yes, of course," Sicko agreed in a soothing tone. "Hank! You want to give me a hand over here since Stewart here is a little squeamish?" Sicko teasingly taunted his … what … friend, companion, fellow torturer?

Sam almost gagged again as unfamiliar hands helped to guide him to where ever the hell they were going. Three of them, Sam thought belatedly, his feet dragging upon the ground, having no energy to stand on his feet, let alone walk or fight his way out of here! Three of them now; Sicko … Peter and … Hank. Wait, hadn't Sicko said another name? Stewart? Did that mean there were four or …

"Are you with us now little Demon Spawn?" Sicko asked softly, his breath tickling against Sam's ear.

Sam tried to jerk his head away from Sicko, but his body wouldn't co-operate with him and all he could manage was a displeased groan, which sounded more pathetic than threatening like he had wanted it to.

Sicko chuckled, pressing his body even tighter against Sam's right side, revealing in the effect of how uncomfortable this thing was. Oh yes, the three of them were going to have so much fun together.

The unfamiliar voice – Peter – snickered from in front of Sam. "I can't believe you actually branded this … monster Sa –"

"Hush!" Sicko immediately silenced Peter harshly. "No names … my Demon Spawn is finally awake." He crooned, trailing gentle fingers down Sam's face and Sam couldn't help but shudder in revolution. "Okay, let's get him secure and then … we can have some fun." Sicko – who was obviously the leader of these two imbeciles, dead men walking is what they would be once Dean got his hands on them! – announced gleefully. "Pansy, Mouse, you guys stay in front and get ready to secure his hands on my say so." Sicko instructed and his two lackeys moved to obey his command.

Code names, Sam thought sluggishly. Now they were using code names! Great, just who the hell were these guys?

Shivering slightly (and Sam wasn't sure if it was from shock settling in or because of the cool morning air bitting his bare skin) Sam struggled to lift his suddenly too heavy eyelids open as he sensed the other two cronies taking up positions in front of him.

"Right, true to my word little Demon Spawn, let's call big brother and invite him to this party, shall we?"

Sam's eyes suddenly popped open when he heard the sound of a phone being flipped open. "Wait!" Sam gasped, the adrenaline flooding his system because he feared for his brother's well-being and safety, suddenly snapped Sam out of his stupor, making him fully aware of the situation and what Sicko had promised to do to Dean.

"No! Leave … my brother out of this … please. I'll do whatever you want … no more fighting, I swear. Just please … please don't hurt my brother!" Sam begged, desperate now as he realised that Dean may lose his life today because of him.

First his Dad, then Caelan and now Dean … Sam swallowed hard. He always knew that he would cause his family's death; he just didn't think it would be today!

Sicko chuckled darkly. "Sorry little Sammy, it's too late for begging. Why don't you say hello to your big brother?"

Sam held his breath, hearing the ringing tones through the speaker phone before he heard his big brother's voice for the first time in two years.

"Sammy?"

Sam almost lost it right then, not realising how much he had missed his brother's voice until he'd heard it again. And was that worry Sam could detect within Dean's tone? Did that mean that he didn't hate Sam for leaving?

Sam fought back a sob, to break down in relief, knowing that voice meant that he was safe, loved and protected. He had to warn Dean that this was a trap – stupid idiots had forgotten to gag him! – and that Sicko meant, not only to destroy Dean as a man but to take away his life. If Sam could warn him and save his brother, then that's what he'd do. He decided that he couldn't lose his brother today!

"Sam? Is that you? Are you okay? Sammy?"

"Dean!" Sam cried out in desperation. "Don't come … don't come here Dean. It's a tra – Ah fuck!" Sam swore loudly as both of his arms were dragged forward and placed within handcuffs, his left shoulder protesting at the rough treatment, tears of hurt and anger in his eyes, swallowing back the bile that threatened to rise up once more.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled, fear within his tone. "Are you okay? Talk to me buddy; tell me what's going on!"

"Bastards!" Sam hissed the fear for his brother turning swiftly to anger now as he glared up hatefully at the two clowns who had restrained his arms. "I am so going to kick your asses when I get out of here!"

Peter snickered loudly. "Yeah, I'd like to see you try that!" he sneered.

"Hey! Who the hell was that?" Dean's voice growled. "Hey, asshole, if you let my brother go right now I'll give you a day's head start before I track you down and gut you like a pig!"

Silence filled the room at Dean's promised threat and Sam couldn't help but grin in triumph and pride. Yep, that was typical of Dean to make a room full of torturer sick fucks to go quiet because of his promised guarantee.

"Dean! It's a trap! Don't come! Please don't come, they'll kill you!" Sam yelled out in warning before his head was ruthlessly slammed against the work-bench, a hand placed firmly upon the back of his head, forcing him to remain in that position.

"Easy little Demon Spawn," Sicko murmured, pressing down harder until Sam's lips were squished against the work-bench. "That's not part of the plan. This is happening because of your disobedience. It's your fault that I've had to involve big brother and now he'll share the same fate as you."

"Sam! Sammy … you still there? What's going on? Sammy!"

"Dean Winchester," Sicko spoke up. "What you are about to hear is little Sammy Winchester being broken!"

"If you touch my brother, I'll fucking end you! Do you hear me? I'll fucking kill you!" Dean roared in protective rage.

"Well then, I'd like to see you try, considering that you don't have a clue as to where we are and it would no doubt take you hours to get here, even if you did know. By that time, we'll be long gone." Sicko smirked as Sam heard the distinct sound of a belt-buckle and zipper being undone, Sicko moving into position behind him.

Sam's eyes grew round at the realisation of what was about to happen and he couldn't help the pitiful whimper that escaped him.

"Sammy?" Dean's frantic voice called. "Buddy, tell me where you are and I'll come get you, okay? Just tell me where you are …"

"Sorry Deano," Sicko chuckled dryly. "That's not part of the game-plan yet." Sicko ruthlessly kicked Sam's legs apart and moved in between them.

"Dean … oh God," Sam whispered in terror, tears beginning to build within his eyes, his brother's reassuring words becoming distant and faraway as Sam steeled his resolve, determined that he wouldn't scream.

"It's okay Dean," Sam tried to assure his brother, even though his voice trembled violently. "I'm okay Dean, I promise," He wouldn't cry or scream, no matter what Sicko did to him. Dean was on the line, listening; Sam had to show Dean how strong he was. He had to show Dean that he wasn't a weak, pathetic Demon Spawn; he was a damn Winchester!

But all traces of determination and rebellion left him when the worst pain that he had ever experienced exploded within him and he couldn't help the sounds of agony that ripped from him over and over again.

"It's okay Sammy," Sam could hear his older brother's strong, confident, slightly breaking voice over the screams echoing off of the walls. "I'm here buddy. I'm right there with you. It's okay Sammy, we're coming to get you little brother, I promise …"

Sam prayed for either death or unconsciousness to come and embrace him, his throat becoming hoarse because of his screaming as his screams finally died down to broken sobs, the pain almost too much to handle, the humiliation and shame causing him to stop struggling, tears trailing down his face, trying to block out Sicko's excited, sexual pleasure from behind him.

"I'm sorry," Sam sobbed, feeling his self-confidence and will shatter into a million pieces. "Oh God Dean, I'm sorry,"

How could Dean or Dad ever face him again after something like this? It had been bad enough when he'd turned eighteen … bad enough that it had made him give in and run away from his family in order to keep them safe and to keep them from learning the truth. But now … now Sam couldn't hide it. He couldn't run from it because Dean … Dean had heard everything! If Dean didn't hate Sam before, Sam was sure as hell certain that he would now!

"Happy birthday little Demon Spawn," Sicko gasped in between his moans of sexual excitement. "Now you belong to me in every possible way and we will be always bound and connected to each other for ever."

TBC