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. Darker chapter once more.
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 NINE
Sam's blissful, pain-free oblivion was brought to a screeching holt when Sam regained his senses at the feel of lips upon his neck, the sucking motion leaving his neck stinging as Sam tried to jerk his head away from the intrusion, but was held in place when the hand within his hair tightened his hold painfully, forcing Sam to remain in this position.
Oh God, why couldn't they get it over with and just kill him all ready? Sam thought miserably, a low moan of disgust and self-pity emerging before he could stop it as useless girly tears sprung into his eyes.
How much more of this crap did he have to take? If Protocol Four was to get rid of him, like he assumed it was, then he wished they would stop playing around and just do it all ready!
Sam honestly didn't know how much more he could take. Being tortured, beaten, branded and handcuffed to the wall was one thing, but all of the other stuff … the sexual innuendoes, being completely stark naked, being forced to participate in sexual …
Sam choked off a sob, deliberately cutting that thought off, not wanting to dwell, remember or even think about what he had been forced to endure and do. He already felt pathetic enough; humiliated and ashamed because son of John Winchester should never have allowed that to happen at all!
What would Dad say when he learned the truth? What would Dean … would they hate him; think he was disgusting or maybe that he was soiled, contaminated, sullied … unclean? Maybe they would think that he deserved it, considering that he had effectively abandoned them and hadn't spoken a word to them in the two years he had been gone. Maybe they would think he was getting exactly what was owed to him considering that he had gotten Mary Winchester killed and was connected to the Demon somehow and that maybe this didn't even begin to make up for all that he had done and all that he would become. Maybe the only way that he could truly atone for his sins was by his death.
Sam was quite prepared to die. Hell, give him a gun and he'd do it right now, no hesitation, no second-guessing, because it had become painfully obvious to him that there would be no other way for him to atone for his sins and crimes.
If eleven years of "punishments" hadn't been able to save him or cleanse him of his sins, then Sam knew that the only other option was death. If these fuckers didn't kill him, then Sam would have no problem in completing the mission himself.
The only reason he hadn't done the deed already was because these fuckers had threatened his brother. If he was no longer around, did that mean that they would start to "punish" Dean for the sole crime of being Sam's older brother? Or Dad? Could Sam take that risk of inadvertently putting his brother's life in danger?
No. No he couldn't. As much as Sam wanted all of this to end, was terrified in facing his older brother and father after this, Sam knew that he could never put his big brother in danger (whether intentionally or not). Before Sam ended his miserable existence of a life, he had to make sure that both his father and brother would never be harmed because of him. It wasn't their fault that they had the unfortunate coincidence of being Sam's older brother and father. Whatever it took, Sam was determined to free his family – and that included Caelan too, if he still wanted to have anything to do with Sam when learning that Sam was responsible for his father's death – of the curse that should be his and his alone to bare. Once Sam was confident of his family's safety, Sam would finally remove the stain from their lives and the Winchester name could once again be something to be proud of.
"Mmm …" Sicko murmured delightedly. "Just thought I would give you a parting gift before I leave as a reminder of whom you now belong to and a promise that I will be back and we will do this again very soon." Sicko ran his tongue over the mark that he had just made upon Sam's neck while Sam squirmed uncomfortably beneath him. "Daddy dearest has initiated Protocol four; which means that I have to haul butt out of here. But don't worry, Pansy and Mouse will keep you company until your brother gets here to rescue you."
Sam's eyes widened in both surprise and disappointment, because on some level Sam knew that he didn't deserve to be rescued, he had convinced himself that he was more than likely going to die today, but now …
"You look shocked little Demon Spawn," Sicko chuckled dryly. "Yeah, what can I say? I wanted our time together to be longer too. And I really wanted to be able to break your brother just like I've broken you!"
Sam growled low in his throat as he shot Sicko a withering death-glare that even Dean would have been proud of.
"Easy little Demon Spawn," Sicko patted Sam's hair clumsily in a mockery of a reassuring gesture. "Looks like that plan is out … at least, for now. So, here's what's going to happen; I am going to put you somewhere where you'll be contained, leaving Peter and Hank to look after you while I make my speedy exit. Deano … and no doubt Caelan, will barge in here to rescue you … once I text Dean the address and let him know where his precious baby brother is … Peter and Hank – along with their Dads – get blamed for this whole event, while me and my Dad escape to live another day and to plan our next "punishment sessions". That in essence is Protocol Four."
Sam couldn't help but stare at Sicko incredulously. He was going to leave his buddies behind to take the heat of both Dean and Caelan's wrath while he ran away like a complete and utter coward, deliberately framing, abandoning and leaving his friend's behind all so he could get out of this situation unharmed?
"Now, before you get any bright ideas to tell Peter and Hank about my plans, I'm afraid I'm going to have to gag you." Quickly Sicko pulled the gag from within his jacket and tied it behind Sam's head securely; grinning at the weak attempt Sam made to get out of his hold.
"On a side note, my Dad said that he would take care of your Dad … so, you will probably never see your Daddy again. But, first things first; I'm going to let my buddies play with you for a while. Sometimes I love to sit back and watch!" Sicko grinned evilly.
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John took a moment to run both hands through his hair, stilling his racing heart, taking several deep breaths before expertly schooling his features into his classic stoic John Winchester expression before opening the bathroom door and coming face to face with Marc Ley-Lamp.
It took every ounce of self-control that John possessed not to attack his traitorous ex-friend right then and there. Until he had evidence of Marc's involvement of Sam's apparent abduction or he had verbal confirmation from Marc himself, John knew that he had to go along with Marc's deception for the time being. If he acted impulsively and attacked Marc now, John knew that he would never get his son's location and he would more than likely have two other wrathful Hunters on his hands.
Until John knew for sure what the hell was going on, he had to keep his temper and act like nothing had changed between them. "Sorry Marc," John said, forcing a light smile onto his lips. "Just had to take care of a couple of things."
"Oh?" Marc raised his eyebrow slightly, a flicker of concern within his pale blue eyes. "Everything all right John? You look a little … tense."
"Everything's fine Marc," John lied easily, waving his hand dismissively as he grabbed his bags and moved toward the door, tensing slightly when he passed Marc on the way.
"You sure?" Marc prodded. "Cause I could have sworn I heard you talking to someone and you sounded upset."
John stiffened at Marc's words before he swivelled his head to look at Marc, shrugging his shoulders indifferently. "Yeah, you did. Caleb called to reveal some details that he neglected to mention about my next hunt. Kind of let my temper get the better of me." John forced his smile wider. "You know how I get about the details of the hunt, right Marc? Every little bit counts."
Marc eyed John doubtfully before he burst out laughing. "Damn Johnny, you're almost obsessive when it comes to the details of the hunt." He agreed with a nod, following John out of the motel room.
John winced at Marc's use of his nickname that John only ever let a few people who were close to him call him, now hating the way that name sounded on Marc's deceitful, conniving lips. "Yep. Caleb got the pattern mixed up so now I have a full day with nothing to do except research."
John threw his bags into the back of his truck and paused before he turned to eye Marc carefully. "Don't really feel like researching at the moment … what do you say Marc, you want to grab a drink with me before I hit the road?"
Marc hesitated for a split second before he smiled and nodded slightly. "That sounds good." Marc consented with a light smile. "Give me an hour while I sort Adams and Stewart out and I'll meet you at that bar across town."
"Sounds like a plan," John agreed. "See you in an hour Marc," John said as he slipped into his truck, the fake smile pulling at his face, making the muscles ache before John put the truck in gear and took off out of the motel parking lot, shooting a glance in the rear-view mirror, sighing with relief when he saw Marc in the distance, the smile instantly leaving his face.
He wasn't sure if Marc would have let him leave or not, considering he had told whoever he'd been talking to on the phone that "he'd deal with the Winchesters". John had honestly been expecting a knife in the back or a bullet to the skull and he was insanely relieved that Marc had not done either of those things and seemed content to let John leave.
Obviously John's acting skills weren't as bad as he thought. Now all he needed to do was to get Adams and Stewart out of the way before he had some quality one on one time with Marc Ley-Lamp.
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Twenty minutes later, Peter and Hank were dragging a barely conscious Sam Winchester out of the "torture room" – as Sam had morbidly coined it – and through the abandoned warehouse. Sam's head hung dejectedly, the will to fight gone out of him long ago, new whip marks added to the old ones, new bruises, and new pain throughout the entire length of his body.
Sam knew that Sicko's last taunt at him about his father not surviving the encounter with Sicko's father should have worried him, completely unravelling him, but Sam was confident that John Winchester could get out of any situation – even if the odds were stacked against him! – because John didn't go into anything blindly and he was too damn good to get caught unawares (unlike his youngest son).
Sam didn't care where they were taking him, positive that there could be nothing worse they could do to him, full-blown depression and self-hatred slamming into him and for a brief moment, Sam gave into his overwhelming, despondent, apathetic feeling until he heard a familiar sound – that he hadn't heard in five years, but would never forget – of a door being unlocked by a heavy lock.
Sam's head shot up, his eyes growing wide with horror and disbelief. He'd been wrong to think that there was nothing worse they could do to him, because this was worse … much worse.
No! Sam tried to call out through the gag in his mouth, his body going taunt as he desperately tried to back-peddle away. Sam screamed as loud as he could when Peter and Hank pulled him toward this dreadful contraption, Sam's efforts to pull away not even fazing them.
Sam didn't care that tears were streaming down his face now, he didn't care how pathetic he sounded as a low keening sound came from him, bordering on hyperventilating, his breaths fast and panicked as he gazed into Sicko's eyes, imploring him not to do this … anything but this … please!
Sicko smirked, delighted by Sam's abject terror of one of the usual "punishment devices" that had been used on Sam in previous years. "I brought this here especially for you little Demon Spawn, because I know how much you love being locked up in there."
No! No! No!
Sam's terror reached an all-time high as he was shoved into the steel-metal box that was only big enough for Sam to sit crouched in, completely pitch-black darkness, not being able to hear anything going on around him, not being able to see, crouched in the same position until his muscles cramped, having no way to stretch out or to take the pain away, left for days on end, water being dropped on him every now and then, food once every two days, being left in his own … filth.
No! Sam would rather die than go back in there!
Bracing his hands against the frame, Sam resisted being pulled in all the way, finding a reserve of strength that he didn't know he possessed until he felt the familiar shocking pain of the Taser at his side and he couldn't help but release his grip on the frame as he was pushed in, the door sealed and locked behind him.
No!
Sam beat his fists against the door, shaking and sobbing uncontrollably, desperately trying to escape from this dreaded "torture box" that Sam would have continual nightmares about, that made him scared of the dark, which caused about ninety percent of his panic-attacks, making him extremely clingy, not wanting to leave Dean's side or Dean to leave his side for a second in case they got him and stuck him in this damn box again!
And now … now Sam was back in there, all of the punishments that he had received for the last eleven years rushing upon him all at once, his hands bleeding because of his frantic pounding upon the door as Sam curled up in a corner, rocking back and forwards, sobbing continuously, feeling as if he had lost his fucking mind as he sank deeper and deeper into terror and despair.
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The gnawing, anxious feeling within Dean grew into almost full-blown panic as he headed over to pick Caelan up after the phone call he'd had with his Dad.
Dean wasn't sure if the horrible – wrong – feeling within him was to do with his Dad's abrupt end of the conversation – he had obviously discovered something that he didn't want Dean to know about just now. Did that mean his Dad was in danger? – or because they still hadn't located his missing brother. And after the Dead Fucker had called him, to taunt him, to show Dean that he was in control … after Dean had heard his brother's screams and broken sobs, Dean knew that he had to find Sammy before it was too late.
Maybe it was a combination of both his Dad and baby brother being in trouble which caused Dean's … wrong feeling. Whatever the reason, Dean was determined to find his brother and save him before the unthinkable happened.
Dean was in the process of filling Caelan in on the latest events, Caelan's eyes growing wide, his face paling visibly at each word that Dean spoke when Dean's phone chimed, indicating that he had a new text message.
"So what you're telling me is that both John and Sammy are in trouble now?" Caelan inquired as Dean retrieved his phone from his front shirt pocket. "Do you think one of us should head over to John's location?"
Dean shook his head at Caelan's suggestion. "If Dad had wanted back-up, he would have asked. Besides, he gave an order for us to find Sammy. Whatever Dad's up to, I'm sure he can handle it." Dean stated bluntly, distractedly, as he read a message from an unfamiliar, unknown number, a local address with directions, followed by the words: "Come and join the party Deano …"
"I guess you're right," Caelan sighed in resignation. "It just sucks that we're so far away to be able to help your Dad … dude, what is it?" Caelan demanded, watching as Dean's face drained of colour, a slight shakiness to his hands.
"The Dead Fucker …" Dean swallowed hard. "Just sent me an address to Sam's possible location." Dean's shock quickly dissolved and was replaced with a sly, knowing, dark smirk. "What do you say Cal; ready to go kick some butt and bring Sammy home?"
Caelan's expression set in determination, his dark eyes burning with intensity and calm focus. "Hell yeah, let's go get the kid back!"
"Hang on Sammy, we're coming!" Dean said, pushing his foot down harder upon the accelerator, eager to find his brother and kick some Hunter ass!
TBC