Under My Control-Chapter 1
Edit: I changed some things that I originally had posted, for the story changed from what I had planned for it :)
Dean groaned as he hung from chains. It had been weeks since Sam had been corrupted by evil. The cuffs linked to to the chains scraped the skin on his wrists. The change in his brother had been drastic. It was clear that Sammy was dead. What had taken over his brother was a monster. A monster who said he had "plans" for Dean. Dean shuddered at what those plans would be. He stiffened when the doors opened and swallowed. For some reason he had a feeling he was about to find out.....
His brother entered the room. As he walked he carried a wave of confidence around him, his followeres hurried from behind. He smiled at Dean and ran his finger across Dean's cheek.
"Hello Dean." His fingers had now ran across Dean's lips. Dean said nothing. "What?" Sam raised his brother's chin. "Deciding not to speak to me, today Dean?" He smiled, a rather thoughtful smile. "I could make you speak, if I really wanted too."
Tears filled Dean's eyes. Hearing his brother's voice,saying these things and knowing it wasn't him... He swallowed, something Sam clearly noticed for he sighed.
"Dean, the sooner you accept that it is me in here, your brother, the sooner-"
"You're not my brother!" Dean's voice rose sharply and Sam's mouth curved into another smile.
"I hit a nerve there, didn't I?" He yanked the chains, jerking Dean closer to him. "I am your brother."
"I don't believe it," Dean growled, his heart beating faster. "My brother is dead!"
Sam gave a soft chuckle.
"I sincerly doubt that, Dean. I AM your brother, and you WILL do what I tell you do to. You are under my control completly, Dean. The only thing that's keeping my followers from forming an uprising and killing you themselves is the promise that I will treat you harshly and equelly-just like you were any other slave."
"Slave?" Confusion filled Dean's face and Sam shook his head. "Surely you aren't that niave, my brother."
"Don't call me that!"
Sam quietly ignored that comment.
"All my demons followers have slaves, human slaves," he said, speaking calmly as he continued to run his finger down Dean's cheek and through his hair. "It keeps them satisfied, and stops them from asking too many questions. "
"And that's not a good thing, now is it?" Dean asked smartly and Sam studied him carefully and smiled.
"I'll let that little impudence slide. For now, we have to concentrate on other training." He than cut loose the chains and forced Dean on all fours. The position was humiliating and he felt like some sort of animal. Sam instantly ordered him collared and leashed and before he knew what was happening he found himself being dragged out of the room by the person that he once called his brother.
This wasn't happening to him. No it wasn't. Yes it was.
He closed his eyes, and tried to remember a time when he was happy. A time when Sam was Sam and not this monster before him. He licked his lips nervously when he realized he couldnt.
Dean groaned as he hung from chains. It had been weeks since Sam had been corrupted by evil. The cuffs linked to to the chains scraped the skin on his wrists. The change in his brother had been drastic. It was clear that Sammy was dead. What had taken over his brother was a monster. A monster who said he had "plans" for Dean. Dean shuddered at what those plans would be. He stiffened when the doors opened and swallowed. For some reason he had a feeling he was about to find out.....
His brother entered the room. As he walked he carried a wave of confidence around him, his followeres hurried from behind. He smiled at Dean and ran his finger across Dean's cheek.
"Hello Dean." His fingers had now ran across Dean's lips. Dean said nothing. "What?" Sam raised his brother's chin. "Deciding not to speak to me, today Dean?" He smiled, a rather thoughtful smile. "I could make you speak, if I really wanted too."
Tears filled Dean's eyes. Hearing his brother's voice,saying these things and knowing it wasn't him... He swallowed, something Sam clearly noticed for he sighed.
"Dean, the sooner you accept that it is me in here, your brother, the sooner-"
"You're not my brother!" Dean's voice rose sharply and Sam's mouth curved into another smile.
"I hit a nerve there, didn't I?" He yanked the chains, jerking Dean closer to him. "I am your brother."
"I don't believe it," Dean growled, his heart beating faster. "My brother is dead!"
Sam gave a soft chuckle.
"I sincerly doubt that, Dean. I AM your brother, and you WILL do what I tell you do to. You are under my control completly, Dean. The only thing that's keeping my followers from forming an uprising and killing you themselves is the promise that I will treat you harshly and equelly-just like you were any other slave."
"Slave?" Confusion filled Dean's face and Sam shook his head. "Surely you aren't that niave, my brother."
"Don't call me that!"
Sam quietly ignored that comment.
"All my demons followers have slaves, human slaves," he said, speaking calmly as he continued to run his finger down Dean's cheek and through his hair. "It keeps them satisfied, and stops them from asking too many questions. "
"And that's not a good thing, now is it?" Dean asked smartly and Sam studied him carefully and smiled.
"I'll let that little impudence slide. For now, we have to concentrate on other training." He than cut loose the chains and forced Dean on all fours. The position was humiliating and he felt like some sort of animal. Sam instantly ordered him collared and leashed and before he knew what was happening he found himself being dragged out of the room by the person that he once called his brother.
This wasn't happening to him. No it wasn't. Yes it was.
He closed his eyes, and tried to remember a time when he was happy. A time when Sam was Sam and not this monster before him. He licked his lips nervously when he realized he couldnt.