It started with the blanket, a small kiss for survival. Sam barely remembered it now, it all seemed so pointless. He had been weak, given in for some food. It was some sort of drug he knew, but he didn't really care what. It made things so much easier, he didn't have to feel, didn't have to care. Everything just faded into a blur like he was watching a show from far away. He didn't really care what was happening as long as they would inject him with whatever the dark liquid was that made it all go away.

He even had a bed now, and food, water, and got to spend most of his time alone. He didn't know how long it had been weeks? Months? Any thought or hope of Dean rescuing him had passed, he didn't want to be rescued, didn't want to see Dean again. His brother could never want him back now. The old Sam had died and now he was… well he wasn't sure what he was.

Cowboy came in and Sam smiled, it was time for another dose. Good. He held out his arm and the man laughed. "Ready for another shot Sammy?" He stepped closer and took the arm. "You'll have to do something for me, you know."

Sam shrugged, he didn't care. There wasn't anything that hadn't been done to him, or he hadn't done to them yet.

"There's a group of friends I would like to introduce you to. A party later on."

Friends? This wasn't new, Sam had "visitors" before. The bald man and whoever else he dragged along. He had been taken out to hotels for "parties" with handfuls of men who took turns.

"We'll be going out, there's a special request for you." a hand stroked his hair. "We'll have to wash you up first, show off my new pet for a while."

Sam leaned into the pet, as he had been taught. "Whatever you wish Sir." he whispered. He didn't like going out, liked the warehouse.

"That's a good pet." Cowboy kissed the top of his head. "Are you ready for your medicine?"

Sam nodded and held out his arm.

The rest of the day went in a medicated haze. He was fed and bathed, the bald man had come in and taken a turn, touching him. Sam retreated into his mind, remembering the days that were lost long ago with him and Dean playing in Bobby's scrap yard.

It wasn't until he was seated in the passenger seat of a sleek sadan that the drug started to wear off. He looked hopefully at Cowboy who didn't turn away from the road but must have sensed Sam's unease. "After the party." he said and Sam looked out the window.

This was the closest he had come to freedom since the capture. The door wasn't even locked, they were going slowly through town. He could jump out at the next light.
But why?
Nothing was waiting for him, and the punishment for trying would surely be severe.

The car rolled to a stop in front of a low-end night club just as the sun was setting. The type of place with blurred out windows and neon signs of dancers that always had some type of happy hour going on. The type of place John would have frequented for the cheap booze and good rummers.

They got out and Cowboy escorted him in and the bouncer didn't blink at the sign of a child coming through the door. The place was worse on the inside than the outside. Dirty and dark with cigarette odor so thick Sam almost gagged. It was relatively crowded with men playing pool and drinking solemnly. 'Dancing girls' apparently meant one single middle aged woman on a strip pole thriving on old 80s rock. "Through the doors." Cowboy nudged him in the direction of a side door barely noticeable except the additional bouncer standing in front.

"Mr Z." the bouncer raised an eyebrow. Cowboy nodded and Sam frowned. How could he still not know the man's name? Wasn't that weird? The bouncer opened the door and Sam stepped in.

It was dark, and took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the extremely dim lighting. Someone started up a cigarette and the flare caused the illumination of a dozen or so figures crammed into the small space.

Instantly the room filled with chatter, everyone was reaching out grabbing him and pulling him in different directions. Talking to Mr Z and making comments like "How did you get the real Sam Winchester?" "what will you do with him?" "anything we want?" "I can smell you all over him." "God he probably tastes amazing!"

Sam jumped as something wet and slimy hit his neck and twisted to see one fellow with his tongue out, the guy just laughed and went in for another lick.

"Boys, everyone will get their share." Cowboy laughed, pulling Sam out of reach. "We have all night after all."

A shiver ran down Sam's spine. He had done this before, why did this feel so different? Was it because the drug was wearing down? He felt, suffocated, he had to get out. He turned to try the door but rough hands grabbed him, dragging him back. "Just calm down." Cowboy whispered in his ear. He grabbed one of the nearby men and before Sam could blink there was a hiss and a thin cut appeared on the man's arm. "Drink, it'll hold you over."

Sam gawked. "No way." he gasped. "I'm not a freaking vampire."

The arm was shoved towards his mouth and he tried to pull away but then the smell came, hitting him with a force he would have fallen to his knees without support.
"See? You want it."

He did
He wanted it so badly it was like every nerve ending was on fire. His mouth was salivating and his nostrils flared. Whatever little voice of logic was quickly overrun by the animalistic hunger. His body reacted without permission, pressing his mouth to the wound and sucking, biting into it to draw more blood. He heard distant laughter all around him but it was drowned out by the taste. It was amazing, like the freshest drink of water after a summer run, consuming every fiber as his body pushed for more. More more more. He was pulled away, and fought a whine.

"You'll get the rest later." Cowboy said, and he was pulled, shoved onto some sort of hard surface, a table. His hands were grabbed and the touching started again, pulling at his clothes and biting at his skin.

But he didn't care anymore. He was gone, drifting off into the haze that saved him, kept him sane. He was safe with Dean at Bobby's house playing with imaginary guns and hiding behind junk cars.

AN: sorry for the length, will update the next one soon.