Hey Y'all!

I know two chapters in like a day, must be the new year right?

Honestly I just post the new chapter the moment I finish writing it because I would forget to do it otherwise.

WARNINGS: in this chapter there are some themes of non-con although nothing actually happens. This is in an insight into Sam's mind in the after math of the kidnapping. *THIS CHAPTER DOES NOT NEED TO BE READ FOR THE REST OF THE STORY TO MAKE SENSE!* Anything that happens in this chapter is just to help you understand what Sam is thinking and his confusion.

I have also changed the rating to M if that gives you a hint on what might be in this chapter (M definition as stated in the guidelines, not by what most authors use)

I gave you a warning so please be careful!

The first thing that Sam noticed was the pain. His chest was on fire and his back stung. Thinking back, he remembered the whipping, and the burn on his chest so the injuries were explained. What was not explained was the bed he was lying in. Miss never let him sleep on a bed. Opening his eyes proved to be a challenge and when he finally did, he stared at the unfamiliar white roof that lay above him, which was definitely not the concrete slab of Miss's basement, nor any ceilings in her house.

I must be at a friend of Miss'. Sam shivered. Last time he was at Miss' friend's house, the friend had asked for a favor, and Sam still couldn't get the memory to leave. Granted it was hard to get any memories to leave once he came to Miss's house. The memory drug that Ms. Stella gave him had left him with plenty of room in his head for new memories.

Wincing as he sat up, he noticed the few wires connected to his left hand and the many bandages that covered his torso. Miss never gave me bandages. An itch on his scalp also revealed some stitches on his forehead. Confused Sam began to move off of the bed, knowing that Miss would be extremely upset to find him on the furniture. He moved to a kneeling position next to the bed, the light blue sweat pants that he wore were much softer than the old jeans that he was used to. Still, he could feel the cold tiles of the floor as he knelt, hands on his knees. Since no one was in the room, Sam took the time to find any clues about where he was. There was a second bed next to him with more machines, but they were all silent. Two chairs sat on the wall in front of him, with a door on the other side of the second bed. There was a window to outside and a window into the hallway outside the door on opposite sides of the room, both had the blinds closed but he could tell the differences in light.

Footsteps in the hallway had him dropping his gaze back to the floor, his hair falling to cover his eyes. The door opened and two older men walked in, both engrossed in a conversation but falling quiet when they stopped in front of him.

"Sam?" One of them said. From what he could see, they were both pretty tall men going by their shoes, and they must be workers or hunters based on the mud and style. "Wha- What are you doing?"

Not knowing what he did wrong, Sam bent over further, allowing easier access if they chose to punish him. "Sorry Sir." He kept his voice soft, but even at the low volume his throat stung with the words. If he was being honest, he couldn't remember the last time he spoke.

Thinking back, he couldn't remember how he got into this situation. Miss hadn't said anything about a friend, other than Cy or Ms. Stella. Subtly he checked his arms for the now familiar dots that told him of one of Ms. Stella's experiments, but they were bandaged as well. The bandages were really starting to confuse him.

"Sir?" the voice was shocked, and the other man seemed to gag. Risking a glance, Sam peeked through his bangs and saw the men, both grizzled although the one with the baseball cap seemed older than the other. "You ah, you don't need to call me that." the younger man said. "Ah, why are you on the floor?"

"Miss doesn't want me on the bed, Master." Sam tried that title, maybe he was like that? "Unless you want me on the bed."

"I'm gonna be sick." the older man turned and walked swiftly out door, yet despite his warning Sam heard him calling out to someone in the hallway. How many friends are there?

"Ah, no you can stay there for right now." he shifted his feet. "You ah, are you comfortable?"

"Yes Master." Sam tested out the other title that Miss taught him.

"You don't need to call me that either." Now the older man was really uncomfortable, maybe Sam had read this wrong? Where was Miss, she never left him alone this long, even with a friend.

"What would you like to me to call you?"

"Dad." It was the most confident thing that the older man had said. And Sam paled beneath his bangs, not wanting this to taint the few memories he had of Before. But it was an order, so he had to follow it or risk a punishment from Miss. "Sam, do you know where you are?"

"No Dad." For some reason the name wasn't as bitter as he thought it would be on his tongue, but it still felt wrong, almost angry.

"Can you tell me what you remember?" the man stepped forward to where he was almost within arm's reach of Sam. His thought this was a twisted way to do things, show compassion and love only to rip it away. But it's 'Dad's game, and he has to follow rules.

"I remember the basement, the cement ceiling, the wooden stairs, the heater." he shivered at the reminder of one of Miss' favorite forms of punishment. "Miss gave me many chores, I know how to clean well Dad."

"Um, cleaning is good-ah very good. Can you tell me about how you were treated? I think it will help the doctor treat you." Weird. So there will be more than one. Sam groaned internally but complied with the question, figuring that this 'Doctor' would want to know where all of his injuries were for his turn.

"Miss treated me fair. Punishes me when I'm bad, rewards me when I'm good."

"Can you tell me about the punishments?"

"Beatings mainly. Sometimes she will press me against the heater and burn me if I'm really bad."

'Dad' placed a hand on Sam's shoulder, and he took it as a sign to begin. There were footsteps in the door way and the older man turned his head to look at them, so Sam figured there was too be an audience. They began speaking but he tuned them out reaching up for the man's belt and unfastening it, making it to unbuttoning his pants before 'Dad' scrambled away.

Sam glanced up with wide eyes at the four people that entered the room, all of them having a sick look of shock on their face. One was the man in the cap from earlier. Two were dressed in Medical attire, one male doctor and a female nurse. Then there was a younger man with green eyes in the same light blue sweats as him but in a white t-shirt. Maybe he was another worker? Yet those green eyes reminded Sam of someone, someone important although he couldn't remember is going on, where was Miss?

Yet the onlookers weren't his main concern. It was 'Dad' who was rapidly redoing his belt and pants as he pressed himself as far away as possible from Sam.

"Did I do something wrong Dad?"

Yeah so this really didn't need to be read, but I put it out there.

Next chapter will mention what almost happened so if you did decide to skip it you won't be lost.

Please tell me if you want more chapter's of Sam's memories or if you would rather find out from Dean's POV which would be way less graphic/detailed.

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Have a Happy New Year!