Hey y'all!

First I would like to say that this fic was inspired by "WHAT'S IN THE BOX?" by fogsrollingin s/9582900/2/WHAT-S-IN-THE-BOX

I read this story over two years ago for the first time, but was quickly obsessed with it and the way the author whumped our sweet Sammy. And I have been thinking about writing my own version for quite some time, so you could say I wrote a fanfic of a fanfic. :)

Second, this is a story I wrote as an apology to the readers of "You'll be mine" for having to go on hiatus, but I hope y'all understand my reasons and that I will go back to the story when I am in a better mind state.

Third, I wrote this really quickly to get as much of it written as possible before I went to sleep and I am so close to being done, literally one more perspective to go and it will be finished so the last chapter should be up tomorrow or later this week!

Any characters you recognize from supernatural don't belong to me, but Millie I take full credit for.

Sam didn't understand what was going on. It was dark and the space was really small, barely able to fit his 14 year old limbs inside. His ankles and wrists were bound together, his knees bent, kneeling under him while he bent over all the way, his forehead scraping the floor. Another bump jostled him and Sam released a muffled moan of pain through the bandana tied around his mouth.

He had woken up here about ten minutes ago, ten minutes of struggling with his bindings and finding no relief. Whoever took him had taken his plaid over shirt and jeans, leaving him in his white undershirt and boxers. Yet through the last ten minutes the only thing he was able to figure out that was useful to him was that he was moving. Most likely a car.

Whoever was driving slammed on the breaks, throwing Sam into the side of the box, the wood scraping his exposed skin as he slid the few inches of room he had left. Doors opened and closed before a trunk was opened and two sets of arms lifted him up, the people unsteady with his weight. The voices were muffled through the wood, although he could make out two men and a woman. After he was set down however, only the woman's voice remained.

"You know Sammy," It's Sam you bitch, "Dean about how you have never had a proper Christmas." Nails ran along the sides of the box. "I thought that this year, you know, since he's spending the holiday with me, I'd give him some good presents. Magazines, jeans, tools, trinkets, and the like. But also the gift of freedom."

"What the hell do I have to do with any of it?" He yelled, but of course the gag just muffled it, making it intelligible. The woman didn't seem to care.

"And him receiving your dead body on Christmas morning? Will give him all the freedom he needs."

Sam yelled as the woman's footsteps retreated away from the box. He knew his brother. Sure they might fight a lot and Dad always said Sam was Dean's responsibility, but he never thought of his little brother like a burden. No if anything, Sam supposed he was the reason for Dean to keep going, what with their crazy hunting lifestyle.

But none of what he thought mattered now. It only mattered that Dean got to him before the lack of oxygen did.

Millie Marshal was having the time of her life. First, her parents had left for Christmas break, leaving the mansion to her. Second she had just acquired the most beautiful tree that the men had been oh so happy to bring and set up in her house. But what has been the most amazing, would be meeting Dean Holster.

The 19 year old model had rolled into town with his little brother two weeks ago, taking a room in the Furnace Motel off the highway. She didn't meet him until they walked into the Louise Diner. Sam had entered first, the young boy's bangs blocking his face and his worn jacket was a couple sizes too big. Millie had brushed him off as a moody teenager, waiting for his parents to come in, possibly on a road trip. Either way, she wasn't prepared for the young god that was Dean Holster to enter after him. The older teen had short cut blonde hair that spiked up, like he constantly ran his hand through it. His clothes, while also worn, were more fitted to him, the jeans outlining his well toned thighs and when he turned around, his well formed butt. His eyes when she met them were like green gems, beautiful cunning and inviting all at once. Of course she had to meet him. So she had walked up to their table and sat next to his little brother in the booth, immediately pouring on her charm, which he responded to in kind.

That interaction began their two week fling. And it had been an amazing two weeks. The things that man knew how to do in the bedroom, well, her mother would definitely not approve.

But no matter how hard she tried to woo him, he always left in the morning, saying "Sorry Mill, but I gotta go take care of my brother."

That's how she knew that Sam was a burden, a tether holding Dean back from his dreams, from his life, from his ability to be with her.

"But it will all be fixed tonight," She gloated in her mirror as she applied her makeup. "Come tomorrow, Dean won't have to worry about the little twerp." She finished applying her lipstick and smacked her lips. Back in the living room she checked to make sure the scene looked perfect.

The tree stood tall against the twelve foot ceiling, twinkling lights and ornaments littered the green pine. Multiple presents were placed under the tree, the ones in the red and black plaid wrapping were for Dean, the rest were for her parents when they got back in a few days. Finally to the right of the tree was the wrapped box that held her prize. Three feet long, two feet wide, and two and a half tall, the box was also wrapped in paper with a large red bow on top, along with a comically large tag that read "Don't open till Christmas".

Walking back to the box, she rapped her knuckles against it, hearing a slight yelp from within. "Sam? Can you hear me?" nothing, "Make a sound if you can hear me sweetie." A muffled grunt reached her ears. "Good, now I need you to be quiet alright sweetie? It wouldn't due to have Dean's present ruined for him. And I know you wouldn't want to interrupt Dean's christmas, not after all he's done for you." More yelling followed her words, sadly just like she thought they would. Millie sighed before grabbing a fire poker and banging it against the wood where the boy's head was, knowing the headache she was causing the teen. "Behave or else." The door bell rang, causing more yelling from the box. A few more hits to the side had Sam shutting up again so she could go great her guest.

"Dean! So glad you could make it!" Millie exclaimed, jumping into the surprised man's arms. He responded by wrapping his own around her, supporting her against his body. "Come in, come in!" She pulled him in behind her, locking the large wooden doors. Turning back to her wonderful man she took in his rugged blue plaid shirt and jeans, his weird amulet dangling right over his heart. Of course, his smile was just as disarming as when they first met.

"Thanks again for letting me come over, you know with it being Christmas eve and all." He said as she lead them to the kitchen where dinner was already on the table, waiting to be served. "And for this hearty dinner." He winked as he sat down across from her. Oh that look, she mused while watching him carve the meat, I can't wait for it to be mine forever.

"Of course Dean. You know you're always welcome." They settled in, making small talk while eating, discussing how Dean had talked to his father for the first time in two weeks earlier that day, how Millie was going to get a new purse from her parents when they come back, and other miniscule things. Throughout their dinner, Millie was full of anticipation, and knew that she would have to spill something, maybe explain her sentiment so the surprise would be even better in the morning. She went to get dessert, a wonderful cherry pie gifted by the old woman down the street.

"Oh god you love me." Dean said, shoveling pie onto his plate.

"I do, don't I." She mused. Millie moved to sit beside him, resting her hand on Dean's left forearm as he ate. "Dean, there's something I have to tell you."

"Mhmm?" his mouth was too full of pie to answer, and some had gotten on his cheek.

"I think you have too much on your plate," Millie picked up a napkin to wipe his cheek, "I mean you always have things to do during the day and well," Discarding the napkin, she cupped his now pie free cheek, "I think you need to drop a few things."

"What would I drop? Only things that keep me busy are work and you?" He reached a hand to hold hers and met her gaze. "Unless this is your way of telling me you don't want me?"

"No!" Millie exclaimed a bit too quickly. "No, I'm not done with you. God no. What I meant was Sam."

Dean froze, his carefree attitude was replaced with apprehension. "Sam?" the word was spoken slowly, as if he couldn't believe she said it.

"Yes. Sam, well, he takes up a lot of your energy." The hand dropped from hers, prompting Millie to bring her own back to herself. "I mean, you don't sleep in Dean. Even on weekends you're always out of here before eight. And you don't have any free time cause your busy taking care of him after school." Dean's face was closing off, and Millie knew she was losing him. "Dean I don't even get to see you until after he's asleep! You can't blame me for thinking that he takes up too much of your time." She tried to reason with him.

"What I do with my time, that's up to me. If I want to spend it with my little brother, I'm going to spend it with my little brother." His voice was cold and distant, and Millie knew that if she wanted to keep him, she had to back track a little, but he didn't give her the chance. "You are the one eating my extra time Millie. Not him." the glare she received froze her to her seat. Dean's beautiful eyes were always warm, charismatic. Never this cold stare, one that belonged on the face of a killer. "In fact, I think I'm going to go home, spend Christmas Eve with my brother."

"Dean wait!" She lunged after him, reaching for his shoulder only to have him turn and catch her wrist in a harsh grip. "I didn't mean to offend you! I was just looking out for you!"

"Yeah well, I don't need you too." throwing her hand off of him he stalked out of the dining room, passing the living room with the abnormally large christmas tree, letting Millie run after his long strides. That's why when he stopped suddenly, she ran into his back, making him stumble slightly.

"What's that?"

Alright so there's that. This first chapter is actually really similar to fogsrollingin's story, but it was hard to come up with another reason why Sam was being gifted to Dean by a lover. But I promise I wasn't sitting there with the other story open and copying it, I wrote this from what I remembered of the story and tried to give it my own twist.

Hope you liked it!