Hey y'all!

Hope you are enjoying my apology story!

only one I own is Millie :)

"What's what?" Millie asked, but Dean could tell she heard it. The noise. He waited hoping to hear it again. "Must be mice or something." But the girl was deflecting, Dean knew the sounds of mice (God he'd never not recognize those creepy critters) and the noise wasn't one of them.

Thump thump thump.

No whatever was making that noise, it was much larger than a mouse. Reaching into his waistband he pulled out a gun, ignoring the shocked gasp of Millie behind him.

Thump thump. A small sound of pain also penetrated the silence.

"Dean it's nothing please just-"

"Shut up." Moving into the living room, he took stock of the room. The two tan couches faced the fire place, a small table connecting the two with a coffee table in front of them. The fire place was decorated with metal vines encasing the sides of the mantle, with a family portrait hanging above it. Then there were the presents. More than he'd ever seen under a christmas tree in his life. Several of them were wrapped with red plaid paper, which looked a bit out of place with the other golden presents littering the tree, especially the large one to the side.

Thump thump thum- the sounds stopped and for one heart wrenching moment, Dean worried that whatever it was making the sound just died. Then he jumped into action, not caring that Millie was yelling at him to stop as he tore through the paper. Inside was a box, closed by numerous nails and he growled, looking around for something to pry it open.

"Seriously Dean stop it!" Millie cried, leaping to his side. "That present was supposed to be for tomorrow!"

"Yeah well whatever's in there doesn't have till tomorrow." locating the fire poker he grabbed it and jammed it under the lid of the box, working the nails out. He had almost finished opening it when Millie grabbed his arm tugging him off balance.

"No! You're ruining everything!" She was crying now, tears falling down her cheeks and smudging her mascara.

"Back off!"

"Stop!"

"Get off me!" Dean roared, pushing her back so hard she tumbled into the tree, knocking the evergreen over as she got tangled up in branches and lights. He finished prying the lid open and flung it away, but the sight before him took his brain a minute to process. But when he did process the sight of his little brother shoved in a box, he moved quickly.

Pulling Sam up by the shoulders carefully because of the angle his head was shoved into the box -like a freakin pretzel- so he could kneel, Dean noticed the lack of color in his baby brother's face. Immediately his hand went for the pulse point on his neck, feeling a strong pulse that's only slightly slower than normal. He was thankful that Sam had only recently began to lose oxygen, because that meant his baby brother was more likely to make it. He could feel the shallow breath coming through Sam's nose- Bitch had gagged him- and let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding.

"Sammy! Sam hey wake up kid!" He soothed as he removed the bandana. The knot had caught some of his hair which would've been a pain had he been able to move his head. Dean cupped the kids cheek brushing his hair back from Sam's face with his other hand as the younger boy's eyes began to flicker. "That's it Sammy, come on, open those lazy eyes for me." finally Sam's hazel eyes fluttered open, the pupils dialating from the brightness of the room. The older Winchester smiled as his brother's eyes met his. "There you go, glad you could join us."

"De'n," The boy rasped his mouth dry from the gag.

"Yeah I'm here bud." Dean ran his hand through the shaggy mess on Sam's head again, both boys relishing the contact. "You hurt?"

"No just – argh!" he groaned, curling forward into Dean's chest, his body trembling.

"Sam, Sammy! What's wrong?" choked gasps were his only answer, "I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong!"

"Cramps." the word came out strangled but Dean could've slapped himself with the clearity it came with. Of course he'd be cramping, he was crammed so tightly in there. Dean shot a few mental curses towards Millie as he pulled the knife out of his boot, pulling Sam towards him so that he could reach his bindings. That's when he noticed that his brother was just in his t-shirt and boxers.

"I'm gonna kill her." he growled.

"Good luck with that." and the world went black.

When Dean woke up, he was sitting with his back to the mantle, his hands handcuffed above his head to the metal vines. He was missing his plaid overshirt, but still had his t-shirt and jeans. His ankles were tied together, as were his thighs. Looking up he saw Millie on the couch across from him, reading a magazine while Sam layed on the floor next to the coffee table, the gag back on. His younger brother was staring at him, tears had already made trails down his cheeks.

Another thing he noticed was that the fireplace was active, he could feel the heat kissing the whole left side of his body.

"Oh good you're awake." Millie mused, eyes barely glancing up from her magazine. "I was beginning to worry that I hit you too hard."

"Nope, I got a hard head." He grinned, his sass back in the driver's seat.

"Yes, and I should've realised it sooner, but no matter." She set the magazine aside and moved off the couch, kneeling beside's Sam. "Everything will be fix in due time." She said, patting Sam's cheek.

"Leave your hands off him." Dean yelled, but the young woman didn't heed his warning, only proceeding to caress Sam's face despite his struggles.

"You know, I told Sammy here–"

"Sam." Dean glared.

"Sam." She amended with a crazed sort of smile. "I told him to behave, that we wouldn't want to ruin your christmas present." a finger lazily traced his jaw line before she gripped his chin and yanked his head to face her. "I guess there's going to have to be a consequence for his disrespect." The smile she had was positively crazy, the woman a few screws too lose for Dean's comfort. He wonder's how he didn't see this before, how he let this obsessive bitch get close enough to him to let his guard down.

"Don't you fucking touch him or I swear to God–"

"You'll what Dean? You won't be getting out of those cuffs anytime soon, and no one's gonna be here for a few days. Yes, I think it's time Sam learns to not be such a hindrance."

She kicked Sam onto his stomach, causing his hands and feet behind him like he was hogtied. Dean growled and pulled at his bindings, not caring as he felt his wrists chafe. Millie came over to Dean, and crouched next to him.

"Dean, please, I'm doing this for you, so we can be together. Sam won't be a burden anymore, he'll learn." She cupped his face bringing herself closer to him, and pressed her lips against his, not giving him room to escape. "Just sit back baby, relax." She patted his cheek before moving to the fire, and Sam yelped when he recognized what Millie was doing.

She pulled iron poker out of the fire, the tip a bright orange with the heat.

"Keep that thing the fuck away from him! I'm going to fucking gut you I swear to God, don't!" there's no way he's going to sit here quietly while his brother is getting fucking branded.

"I think three burns should be enough, what do you think Sam?" She purred before bringing the hot iron down to Sam's shoulder. Both brother's were yelling at her, trying to get her to stop, when a loud ringing pierced the room. Glancing away, Millie noticed Dean's phone lighting up near his discarded things. Sighing Millie went to silence it before noticing the name on the screen. "Oh, we can't have Daddy interrupting us can we?" She laughed bringing the phone over to Dean and placing it in his lap.

"You're going to answer it Dean, and while you do that, I'm just gonna stand over here near Sam, and if I don't agree with what you're saying, well, there will be more consequences." The poker moved towards Sam again and Dean agreed. Smiling Millie answered the call placing it on speaker.

"Hey Dad, glad you could join us in this funky town Sam and I found ourselves. What's up?" There was a pause on the other side of the line, his father taking a minute to take in the information.

"I was able to get off work early, was coming back to spend the holiday with my boys. But I couldn't find ya at the motel."

"Yeah well that's cause I'm at that girls place that I told you about earlier, remember? I'm a little tied up with you know, having real fun times." His play on words didn't seem to be subtle enough for Millie, who moved the poker close to Sam's cheek, his baby brother's eyes so wide they were just pupil as they watched the offensive metal.

"I see. Well remember to wear protection. Is Sam home?"

"That little rascal? He should be sleeping in his bed, try not to disturb him, he didn't get a lot of sleep last night." another pause on his father's side, and Dean was worried the man didn't catch the code. "I've gotta go, talk to you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow Champ, don't be late." and he hung up. Dean met eyes with Sam, knowing the kid knew that help was coming, they wouldn't be here too much longer.

"Good job Dean, I'm glad to know you're such a good actor."

"Thanks now if you could get that thing away from my brother," he coaxed.

"Hmmm, no. He still has to receive his consequences for ruining your present." With that she pressed the flat of the poker against his younger brother's shoulder and the room was filled with Sam's screams.

So I think this is actually really short but I have it split up this way for a reason.

Next chapter should be up by Thursday (you know life permitting)

Thank y'all!