Sam sat, huddled naked in some sort of basement. He didn't remember much of the drive, they dosed him with something, something different. Left him lost and confused. Hot breath and fingertips still echoed across his bare chest sending shivers that hurt his joints. It was cold. The dizzy fog from the drugs was starting to wear off, and he had already assessed the confines he now called prison. No windows, no vents, just one door, the exterior metal kind. Maybe his dad or Dean could kick it down but he wasn't strong enough.
He rubbed his arms, trying to keep the chill of the room out. Baldy and Cowboy must have been confident in their hiding spot because they hadn't bound him, he almost wished they had, maybe he wouldn't feel as pathetic for still being trapped. Concrete walls extending up to a 14 foot ceiling, mechanic lights casting a dim glow, the room was huge, earlier he had hoped that meant more escape possibilities, now it just meant more drafty cold.
He was alone.
Dean would come for him though. He just had to get through it, just for now, just like with Simmons. One day at a time until Dean came to save him.
Dean
He knew now. Had to after Baldy made that comment about Simmons. Dean wasn't stupid, Sam could tell in the way he looked at him, eyes wide with … something. Fear? Or Disappointment?
Sam heard footsteps, and got into place. He had planned it out, tucking himself in just behind the door. The only way he could possibly get the jump on his opponent. He only hoped they weren't together.
The door creaked open, and blinding sunlight swept into the dim room, encasing the large figure, casting a shadow that stretched the length of the floor. Sam held his breath, waiting for the man to walk in, just a few more steps.
The man sighed, and let out a small humored chuckle. "Come out from behind that door Sammy boy." It was Cowboy. The gig was up, he could attack still, but without the chance of surprise there wasn't much hope. It would be best to play it helpless.
"Please" Sam whimpered, letting his voice wobble. "Please don't hurt me sir." He curled up in a ball, let his eyes water as he sniffed. That should do it.
The man took a few steps inside before closing the door. The sudden lack of light blinded Sam for a moment, but the cowboy seemed to not mind. Rough hands grabbed Sam's arm and hauled him up. "Don't play that crap with me" a shiver ran up Sam's spine. That voice was so serious, so deadly, it was nothing like Simmons.
"What are you going to do to me?" Sam asked, not sure if he was playing scared anymore.
The smile that spread across Cowboy's face was so wide, so genuine that Sam's blood ran cold. "Oh Sammy boy!" A laugh, his whole body shook causing Sam to jostle in his arm. "I promise you, I won't be doing nothing to ya until you ask for it."
Sam had no idea what he meant by that, but Cowboy just dropped him, letting him fall onto his ass as he left the room, the deadbolt sliding into place as soon as the door shut.
Sam expected the man to come back, he quickly put himself back into the corner behind the door.
Minutes passed with only silence. Wherever Sam was, there was no traffic, no birds, no rain, no nothing.
After what must have been hours Sam moved to the thin mattress, the chill starting to settle in again.
More hours passed
Sam was hungry, but more than that he was thirsty. He felt the onset of dehydration, headaches, and dizziness. What were you supposed to do? Drink your own piss? Or not? Sam couldn't remember, though his dad must have told him a hundred times.
The chill was getting serious now, it must have been early night, and with no heat, things could get bad fast. Sam tried putting the mattress on top of him as one big blanket but the icy cold concrete against his skin made it worse. He ended up taking the mattress to a wall and making a half tent, just enough mattress to sit on while the rest leaned against the wall and fell over a bit like a small cave. He had no idea how he would sleep, but he kept the body heat in and his skin off the concrete.
Sam woke up with a start, falling off the mattress onto the concrete, the cold so sharp it stung him. He looked around for what had woken him but found nothing. Then he heard it
Drip
Drip
It was coming from the roof, a small drip leaking down the rafters before falling to the ground. The dirty water pooled with the dusty floor making a small mud puddle. Sam quickly knelt next to the puddle and put his hand out, letting the next drip catch in his palm. The small water was heaven to the tip of his tongue, ignoring the taste Sam caught a few more drips, but even after a few dozen he knew it wasn't even close to enough.
Hours passed. Sam sat under the drip, cupping the freezing water in one hand, tucking the other into his armpit to try and keep it warm. Once the cupped hand was so cold he thought it was about to fall off. He sipped the small pool of water and switched hands. He had tried just laying under the drip, mouth open, but without huddling in a ball it was just too cold. So he sat for hours, catching the drip and switching hands.
Silence, other than the constant drip. Sam hadn't noticed how much it had warmed up until the cold of night started to press through the concrete and from the walls. Sam huddled up under the mattress tent, muscles aching intensely from the rigid position, arms clenched tight around his legs. It was colder tonight, he was sure of it. The frosty breath testified to his fears. There was no sleep for him, the cold was setting in seriously now. Sam had been cold before, nights out on hunts in the rainy muddy forest, water soaked through boots and into the socked feet, Sam had been the kind of cold you don't stop shivering for hours even after the multiple showers, Sam had been cold, on winters in Wisconsin without more than a light jacket when the snow was three feet high (this only lasted until Dean "borrowed" one from the lost and found) This though, he knew that this cold would kill him.
The door swung, the low creek of hinges followed by the boots of the Cowboy. Sam hadn't heard him approach, and was too cold to get up, huddled in his tent he heard the man walk forward, slow and even
Thump
Thump
Thump
The steps stopped right above him, but still Sam didn't look up, not until his tent was pulled away from the wall and the cold breeze attacked him.
The Cowboy had left the door wide open, all Sam could see was darkness outside, but the chill was like a knife, cutting at his cheeks and eyes.
Still, this was his chance.
He jumped to his feet, darting to the side of Cowboy towards the door
But his legs wouldn't move fast enough
They hardly moved at all.
Sam fell, body falling forward and slamming against the concrete.
The laugh that came from behind made his blood boil. He could do this. Sam got up again, noticing and disregarding the shaking in his frame. He took a step, and then another, he was almost there.
CLACK
The door shut, feet away from him, the blistering cold wind dying instantly along with his chance of freedom.
Sam's legs gave way, but a strong hand grabbed his arm, keeping him from hitting the ground. "Woah now Sammy boy, gotta slow down there."
Sam glared.
"I brought you a little present." For the first time Sam looked at the man, it was Cowboy again, he noticed the large coat he had on, and the red checkered fleece blanket he was holding up.
Sam's pride forgot he reached for it, he swore he could feel the heat radiating off the fabric inches from his fingers.
"I warmed it up for you even, got it all nice and toasty." The man grinned, pulling the blanket away from Sam's hand. "But i need you to do just one little thing for it, well, two things really"
Sam glared in response, not trusting himself to speak, afraid he would end up begging. At this point, he would do anything.
"Just need a kiss." the man winked and puckered his lips
The gnaw of disgust in Sam's stomach was lost in the thought of that blanket, it was just a kiss, he had been made to kiss Mr Simmons hundreds of times, it didn't even matter. Sam leaned forward.
A large fat finger placed on his lips blocked him. "Just one little tiny detail." Cowboy grinned. "I do need you to ask for it."
Sam swallowed. "M-may I p-p-please have the blanket Sir?" He stuttered out, teeth clattering in the cold.
The finger rubbed against Sam's lower lip. "Not that boy, you need to ask to kiss me." He grinned, rotten teeth showing through the long beard.
Sam shook his head. He didn't want that, didn't want to ask for that.
Cowboy shrugged and turned to go, dropping Sam's arm and letting him fall to the freezing ground.
"W-wait." Sam breathed, clutching in on himself. "K-kiss c-c-can I kiss y-you please sir?" The words were thick and barely above a whisper, Sam heard the door open and the wind rush into the room, he winced as the cold kicked at him, then a wight fell onto his body, warm and overwhelming and comforting, and the door slammed. Footsteps and Cowboy was standing over him again, then leaning down, face next to his.
Sam didn't look at it, or tried not to, taking aim he planted his lips on Cowboy's, but before he could pull away a hand was at his head, pushing him in, and a tongue slipping between his teeth, thick and disgusting, nearly choking him.
And then it was done, the man pulled away from Sam, grinning and licking his lipss. "One more thing, just some quick medicine. Promise it will make you feel better." He pulled a needle out of his pocket, filled with some dark liquid. Sam didn't protest, there was no point, whatever the drug was it couldn't make him feel worse. He held out his arm and barely registered when it was over, the man threw the blanket and left.
The blanket had been warmed, or at least the parts of Sam's body that could still feel thought it had. His fingers and feet couldn't tell the difference anymore, but he wrapped himself into as much of a burrito as possible before making his tent again and curling up, trying to forget the taste left in his mouth.
He had asked for it, but Dean would understand right? It was for survival, just a logical decision he had to make.
The memory of the disgust on Dean's face when the man had kissed him came back, and Sam buried his face deeper into the itchy blanket, not having the energy to cry.
The drugs kicked in moments later and he didn't have the energy to think anymore.
AN: told you it would be a fast update. I won't forget this story, how do you like it?