Taken, Supernatural, NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Taken
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, John, Bobby, Robert
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3180
Summary: A sequel to Anything which was a Christmas request from nanakomatsu, Nothing, Something, To Be Good, Broken, To Be Strong, Nothing, No One, Alone, Yours, Mine, Better, Choice, Gathering and Betrayal. John and Bobby and the other hunters race to save Sam and Dean, Dean hides and watches while Sam faces Gorlian's men alone...
A/Ns and Warnings: Very dark. Includes rape and violence. I'm not even kidding.
The air in the van was cold. John stared out the window, couldn’t bring himself to look at Bobby, or the pictures. Beside him Bobby was seething, though John was sure it wasn’t just anger. He’d never really gotten to know Robert, but always thought him a decent enough kid…a little soft, maybe…but Sam had followed him around for years, calling him his Bobby…although Robert had never allowed anyone to call him Bobby.
He knew he should say something, but he had no words, only a hard, cold anger coiled so tight in his stomach that it hurt. He stared at the phone in his hand, willing it to ring. He could only hope that Dean did as he was told. That he’d gotten out of the house and found a decent place to hide. Robert was holding Sam, which meant he was waiting for somebody. That somebody was probably someone who would know exactly how to break Dean back to the slave he’d been on his knees with the gun in his mouth.
At least they were moving. He’d told Dean three hours. At the speed they were moving it would be closer to two. Which put them still 45 minutes away. Small consolation.
The phone buzzed and he stared at it. It was Sam’s number. “Dean?”
“I’m in the yard. Hiding. I don’t like it.”
John nodded. That was more like the old Dean than the new. That was a good sign. “You can’t go near the house Dean.”
“Sam is alone.” He could hear Dean fidgeting. “There’s a van here. Two men got out.”
“They’ll come looking for you. You have to stay hidden Dean. I can’t let them get you back.”
“What about Sam?”
John sighed. “We’re getting closer. Hopefully we’ll get there before they…before anything happens.” He didn’t have to say anything to Bobby, he just stepped harder on the gas.
Sam turned as the front door opened and Robert went to greet the new comers. He could hear voices. He knew he had to stall for time. He’d seen movement out the window, knew Dean had gotten out of the house. With any luck he’d gotten in touch with their father and help was coming.
Of course, whether that help would get there before Robert and his friends found Dean and hauled them both off was another question. He looked up as the three men came into the kitchen. The two new guys were big, not as tall as he was, but built like weight lifters. “This must be the new guy,” the blond one said as he came to stand in front of Sam.
“Where’s the other one?”
Robert pointed to the ceiling. “Upstairs. He was asleep when I went up to check, and he’s been quiet ever since.”
The dark haired one nodded. “You want to start with him and I’ll go fetch the other one?”
“Start?” Robert asked, looking between them.
The dark one chuckled. “Yeah, apparently the master thinks we should get started before we even pull out of here, since he managed to escape the last time. Since Dennis here got to be the first with the brother, I figured he’d like first taste of this one too.”
Sam looked up at Dennis, at his broad smile and big hands. He pulled a knife from his boot and moved behind Sam. As the other two men left the room, Dennis leaned over Sam from behind. “Give me trouble, slave, and the first thing I cut off will be your dick. Your new owner won’t mind that it’s missing. He’s more interested his own.”
Dean heard the yelling from the house and knew his absence had been discovered. He huddled deeper into the crevice between junked cars. He knew he should crawl into the trunk, but he wouldn’t be able to see the house, or hear…there was the sound of a body falling down the front steps and he dared a look. The big, blond was moving toward the van. Dean couldn’t tell if he was alone.
Robert was cussing and the other man with him yelled to the blond. “Looks like the slave got out. He’s on foot though, so he won’t get far. You go on and get working. Dipshit and I will look for him.”
Dean closed his eyes. The voice was familiar. A trainer…he held the gun in his hand tightly, trying hard to regulate his breathing so that it wouldn’t give him away. He should have gone out further, hidden somewhere farther from the house. He looked down at the phone in his other hand. His father wasn’t going to get there in time.
Dean couldn’t stay hidden, not when Sam needed him. The big blond man was going to hurt Sam, and Sam was already wounded. And Sam was his. Dean tracked Robert and the other guy as they moved into the yard. He had to move when they couldn’t see him. Take the blond guy by surprise.
Sam groaned and tried to move. He was on his knees, his upper body positioned over some rack, his arms pinned by metal bars. His head was pounding, and his stomach churned. He vaguely remembered the needle and then the hand pressing against his bruised skull…and now he was pretty sure he was in a van, though it was dark and he couldn’t focus.
“Don’t worry…just a relaxant. Wouldn’t want to hurt you too badly…it delays the process.”
There were hands now…or he was aware of them now, efficiently stripping him of his jeans. He fought, or tried to, but his limbs weren’t cooperating and it ended up as nothing more than shaking. “Your brother was so drunk, he couldn’t even fight back when I slammed into daddy’s truck.”
Sam’s ankles were being locked down. He shook his head and bit at the gag. “Normally, I like to hear the sounds you make as I fuck you…but we’re kind of crunched for time, and we don’t need the extra attention your screaming would bring.”
The van moved and Sam could feel the man behind him, big and looming. This couldn’t be happening. He closed his eyes and held his breath. Somewhere out in the yard, Dean was hiding. Alone. Probably scared. And if they found him…if Dean saw this happening…the damage might be more than Sam could salvage.
“You ready, slave?” He felt the cool touch of lube, the blunt head of a cock…and panted around the gag. “You are nothing.” He shoved himself into Sam, hard and deep and Sam screamed into the fabric in his mouth. “You are no one.” He pulled out and slammed back in. Sam’s hands clenched into fists and he tried to pull away, straining muscles against he metal frame that held him. “You are alone.” One more slow, hard thrust.
Sam’s ass burned, stretched around what felt like a massive cock. He shook his head and yelled. One massive hand was pressed against the back of his neck, the thumb strumming against the bruised knot that would plunge him back into darkness with little provocation. “Nothing.”
His vision blurred and the voice burrowed into him keeping rhythm with the cock invading him. “No one. Alone.” The litany continued and Sam’s mind caught on an image of Dean…Dean like he’d been before Sam left for school. Dean survived this…survived it by holding on to Sam. Sam could do the same.
Dean stiffened, holding the trunk mostly closed as footsteps stopped nearby. A cell phone rang and the man who wasn’t Robert cursed. “No sir, we haven’t left yet. We have a problem.” There was a paused. “No sir, the slave is missing.” Another pause. “Yes, Dennis has the new recruit in the van. He’s secure and training has begun.”
Dean swallowed. He knew what that meant. The blond was raping Sam. Right there, in that van. While Dean hid like a coward.
“Yes sir. We’ll leave now.”
“Leave? We can’t leave.” Robert protested.
“Master says we go, we go. He’s sending a full search party to look for the slave. In the meantime, he doesn’t want to lose the new one. Says he wants to get him secured and into training right away to cover the price of the other one.”
“Sam is mine.” Robert blustered, even as they were moving away.
“Only if we recapture the brother. Otherwise, you forfeit your fee. Anything he sells for over and above that will be yours, of course.”
Dean listened to them walk away and for a moment he was paralyzed with fear and indecision. They were going to leave. With Sam. He opened the phone and dialed his father’s number. “They…they’re leaving…with Sam.” His voice trembled and he hated how weak he sounded. “They…they…they’ve hurt him…I have to stop them.”
“Dean, we’re almost there.”
“Too late. You’re too late.” Dean climbed out of the trunk and inched forward. Robert was going into the house and the dark haired one was opening the van. The blond was getting out, zipping up his pants. Dean swallowed. “No. I’m not waiting.” He hung up the phone and shoved it into his pocket, then hefted the gun. He could do this. Stop them. Hold them. Save his Sam.
John cursed and ran a hand through his hair. They were only a few minutes away. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then dialed Caleb’s number. Caleb and Joe were in a car behind them. “There’s a van. They’ve got Sam. If it gets out before we get in, keep on them, don’t follow us.”
Dean had sounded scared and determined, a combination John did not like one bit. “Bobby, I-“
“Don’t John. Just…concentrate on your boys. Let me deal with mine.”
Bobby glanced at him, then turned back to the road. He wrenched the wheel and sent them around the corner onto the street that led to his property. John had always appreciated the distance of Bobby’s place from anywhere, but today, he feared it would cost him at least one of his sons.
Dean made his way closer. He watched the blond circle the van and get in behind the wheel, while the other one watched Robert emerge from the house. “You following? Or riding with?”
He was close enough. Dean raised the gun, pointing it first at Robert, then swinging it to the dark haired trainer, who stood between Dean and the driver. He took a deep breath and turned his head slightly away as he squeezed the trigger.
The big man went down hard and Robert turned to look at him. Dean stood, abandoning his cover and shooting again. He hit the passenger door as the van roared to life. Robert dove in the open side door as the blond hit the gas and the van lurched forward. Dean shot again and again until he realized he might hit Sam. He chased after the van as it kicked up dust, screaming Sam’s name.
Dean tripped over a rock and fell into the dirt, watching helplessly as the van turned onto the main road. “Sam.” He lost Sam. He’d hidden like a coward and lost Sam. He dropped the gun in the dirt and doubled over.
There was a groan behind him, and Dean turned. The trainer was down, but alive. He picked up the gun and got slowly to his feet. The gun shook a little in his hand as he approached. He kicked the man onto his back. Blood stained his left shoulder. Dean stepped on the wound, pressing down until the man groaned again.
“Where?”
The man’s eyes fluttered open, widening as they registered Dean’s identity. “On your knees, slave.” His voice lacked the punch to back up the words and Dean stepped harder.
“Where?”
“You should have come along peacefully boy, now your brother’s going to take your place.”
Dean screamed and kicked him in the side. “Where?”
The man rolled to escape the foot descending again and Dean kicked him hard in the ass instead. Fear and rage flowed through him as he kicked and slammed the gun against the man’s face. “My Sam. Mine. Where? Where?”
Dean was yelling and hitting and kicking and everything narrowed down to the body he was pummeling, until hands were pulling him away, dragging him off.
“Dean. Dean. Calm down. It’s Dad. Come on.”
He looked up at his father, the rage flushing out of him and replaced with shame. “I couldn’t stop them…they took him…they took him and they…god, Dad…they…hurt him…they…” Dean sobbed and collapsed against his father, burying his face into his shirt.
“I know. I know Dean. We’ll get him back…Okay. I promise.” John pulled him further away. “You got one of them. We’ve got people following them. We’ll catch them.”
Dean looked up as they neared the stairs into the house. Bobby was kneeling beside the trainer. Bobby. Robert’s father. “No…no…it was Robert, Dad. Robert…he….he…wanted Sam.”
John stopped and looked back at Bobby. “What do you mean?”
Dean could feel the tears and wished he could stop them. He didn’t used to cry so easily. “He…he helped them take me…and he was going to get Sam…as payment…like me…a slave…they’re going to break him and train him and give him to Robert.”
John pulled Dean close in a hug. “We aren’t going to let that happen, Dean.”
Bobby stood and came a few steps closer. “No, we aren’t. This one’s unconscious, but alive. I’m gonna need your help getting him inside.”
John nodded. “Let me get Dean settled inside. I’ll be out.”
The long drive from the main road showed signs of cars headed their way. Caleb and Joe and Gordon were following the van. The others were coming here. Dean didn’t need to see what would follow…and he felt he still needed to protect Dean from the rest of the hunters.
He took Dean up to the bedroom. “I know you’re scared for Sam, and I know you want to help him…and you will. I promise. For now though, I need you to rest. I’m going to give you something to help you sleep.”
“I don’t want it.”
John smiled and guided him to the bed. “I know. But I can’t do what I need to do and worry about you at the same time. I promise I won’t leave without you. I won’t leave you alone.”
Dean nodded and laid down on the bed, watching John cross to the dresser and the med kit. “I wanted to kill him.” Dean said softly as John came back. “I would have if you didn’t stop me.”
John nodded and swiped an alcohol pad over Dean’s arm. “I know.”
Dean stiffened as he remembered the overheard conversation. “They’re coming…a team is coming to find me.”
“We won’t let them get you.” He pushed the needle into Dean’s arm.
“Bobby…he’s Robert’s dad…” Dean’s eyes swam as the drug entered his blood stream.
“I trust Bobby, Dean.” And he did. He could see the hurt and betrayal in his friend’s eyes, feel the pain and despair whenever Bobby looked at him.
“Sam.” Dean’s eyes were closed, the worry slowly easing from his face.
“I know.” John said, swallowing the tears at the thought of what Sam was going through. He had to put it aside and go down stairs and deal with everyone. Deal with Bobby. Deal with this fucking asshole he’d wanted to let Dean keep beating. Because he was their link to Sam. He waited until he was sure Dean was asleep, then headed back downstairs.
By the time he got outside, cars were stopping and hunters were emerging. He didn’t speak as he and Bobby lifted the man and carried him inside. Cut ropes lay on the floor beside a chair and John didn’t let himself think about that…just propped the man up in the chair and held him while Bobby went for rope. Dean had kicked the shit out of him. Both eyes were black and blue and one was swollen nearly shut. His nose was broken and bloodied. The gun shot wound was dirty and still trickling blood. From what he’d seen of the beating, he probably had a few broken ribs. It wouldn’t have taken much longer for Dean to beat the man to death.
Bobby came back and John stepped away to let him tie the man to the chair. The others were trickling in, spreading out around the kitchen. Some of them were clearly armed. Ellen came to a stop beside him. “Didn’t expect you to come.” John said.
“If it were Jo, you would be here,” she replied.
He nodded. “Where is Jo?”
“I left her with Ash. Pouting” Ellen sighed and leaned against the counter. “I couldn’t bring her. She’s hard headed enough about hunting.”
“She’s like her father.” John said as softly as he could. She didn’t stiffen, but didn’t respond either, just changed the subject.
“So, this guy?”
“Pulled Dean off him. He’s one of Gorlian’s men.”
“He gonna live?”
John looked at Ellen, then back to the man. “I really don’t know.”
Sam was suddenly conscious of hands on his stomach wound, probing, tracing the stitches. He tried to move, but he was secured on his back, his arms above his head, his hips and legs bound. He opened his eyes but only darkness greeted him.
“Hello again.”
Sam froze. “You remember me, of course. I am your owner, your master. You belong to me.” His fingers traced the wound. “I did this to you. Wounded you. Marked you.” His fingers moved to the “J” carved into Sam’s chest. “You are nothing. No one. Alone.”
The hand moved to circle Sam’s cock. “This is mine.” He squeezed until Sam saw stars, then moved the hand again, down between his legs, pressing a finger into his ass. “This is mine. I will do with it as I see fit.”
Sam chewed on the gag in his mouth, noticing it was a different one. He tasted leather. “You will learn to be obedient. You will learn to serve your master.”
The hand was gone then. “I have no patience for you, slave. You have stolen from me and killed my men. I will not be lenient.”
The room was quiet, then Sam heard a door. “No food or water. No contact. I want him disoriented and weakened for the next round. Line up five of your best trainers. I want him broken a hell of a lot faster than his brother. And get Thomas down here. He’s going to need a strong handler.”
Sam listened as the door closed. At least they weren’t touching him…Dean was still free…and they would come for him. A few days with no food in the dark…they would find him. His heart raced and doubt nibbled at him…but he held to that thought. They were looking…and they would find him. They had to….because Sam wasn’t Dean…and he really didn’t know how much of this he could take before he fell apart.
Title: Taken
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean, John, Bobby, Robert
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3180
Summary: A sequel to Anything which was a Christmas request from nanakomatsu, Nothing, Something, To Be Good, Broken, To Be Strong, Nothing, No One, Alone, Yours, Mine, Better, Choice, Gathering and Betrayal. John and Bobby and the other hunters race to save Sam and Dean, Dean hides and watches while Sam faces Gorlian's men alone...
A/Ns and Warnings: Very dark. Includes rape and violence. I'm not even kidding.
The air in the van was cold. John stared out the window, couldn’t bring himself to look at Bobby, or the pictures. Beside him Bobby was seething, though John was sure it wasn’t just anger. He’d never really gotten to know Robert, but always thought him a decent enough kid…a little soft, maybe…but Sam had followed him around for years, calling him his Bobby…although Robert had never allowed anyone to call him Bobby.
He knew he should say something, but he had no words, only a hard, cold anger coiled so tight in his stomach that it hurt. He stared at the phone in his hand, willing it to ring. He could only hope that Dean did as he was told. That he’d gotten out of the house and found a decent place to hide. Robert was holding Sam, which meant he was waiting for somebody. That somebody was probably someone who would know exactly how to break Dean back to the slave he’d been on his knees with the gun in his mouth.
At least they were moving. He’d told Dean three hours. At the speed they were moving it would be closer to two. Which put them still 45 minutes away. Small consolation.
The phone buzzed and he stared at it. It was Sam’s number. “Dean?”
“I’m in the yard. Hiding. I don’t like it.”
John nodded. That was more like the old Dean than the new. That was a good sign. “You can’t go near the house Dean.”
“Sam is alone.” He could hear Dean fidgeting. “There’s a van here. Two men got out.”
“They’ll come looking for you. You have to stay hidden Dean. I can’t let them get you back.”
“What about Sam?”
John sighed. “We’re getting closer. Hopefully we’ll get there before they…before anything happens.” He didn’t have to say anything to Bobby, he just stepped harder on the gas.
Sam turned as the front door opened and Robert went to greet the new comers. He could hear voices. He knew he had to stall for time. He’d seen movement out the window, knew Dean had gotten out of the house. With any luck he’d gotten in touch with their father and help was coming.
Of course, whether that help would get there before Robert and his friends found Dean and hauled them both off was another question. He looked up as the three men came into the kitchen. The two new guys were big, not as tall as he was, but built like weight lifters. “This must be the new guy,” the blond one said as he came to stand in front of Sam.
“Where’s the other one?”
Robert pointed to the ceiling. “Upstairs. He was asleep when I went up to check, and he’s been quiet ever since.”
The dark haired one nodded. “You want to start with him and I’ll go fetch the other one?”
“Start?” Robert asked, looking between them.
The dark one chuckled. “Yeah, apparently the master thinks we should get started before we even pull out of here, since he managed to escape the last time. Since Dennis here got to be the first with the brother, I figured he’d like first taste of this one too.”
Sam looked up at Dennis, at his broad smile and big hands. He pulled a knife from his boot and moved behind Sam. As the other two men left the room, Dennis leaned over Sam from behind. “Give me trouble, slave, and the first thing I cut off will be your dick. Your new owner won’t mind that it’s missing. He’s more interested his own.”
Dean heard the yelling from the house and knew his absence had been discovered. He huddled deeper into the crevice between junked cars. He knew he should crawl into the trunk, but he wouldn’t be able to see the house, or hear…there was the sound of a body falling down the front steps and he dared a look. The big, blond was moving toward the van. Dean couldn’t tell if he was alone.
Robert was cussing and the other man with him yelled to the blond. “Looks like the slave got out. He’s on foot though, so he won’t get far. You go on and get working. Dipshit and I will look for him.”
Dean closed his eyes. The voice was familiar. A trainer…he held the gun in his hand tightly, trying hard to regulate his breathing so that it wouldn’t give him away. He should have gone out further, hidden somewhere farther from the house. He looked down at the phone in his other hand. His father wasn’t going to get there in time.
Dean couldn’t stay hidden, not when Sam needed him. The big blond man was going to hurt Sam, and Sam was already wounded. And Sam was his. Dean tracked Robert and the other guy as they moved into the yard. He had to move when they couldn’t see him. Take the blond guy by surprise.
Sam groaned and tried to move. He was on his knees, his upper body positioned over some rack, his arms pinned by metal bars. His head was pounding, and his stomach churned. He vaguely remembered the needle and then the hand pressing against his bruised skull…and now he was pretty sure he was in a van, though it was dark and he couldn’t focus.
“Don’t worry…just a relaxant. Wouldn’t want to hurt you too badly…it delays the process.”
There were hands now…or he was aware of them now, efficiently stripping him of his jeans. He fought, or tried to, but his limbs weren’t cooperating and it ended up as nothing more than shaking. “Your brother was so drunk, he couldn’t even fight back when I slammed into daddy’s truck.”
Sam’s ankles were being locked down. He shook his head and bit at the gag. “Normally, I like to hear the sounds you make as I fuck you…but we’re kind of crunched for time, and we don’t need the extra attention your screaming would bring.”
The van moved and Sam could feel the man behind him, big and looming. This couldn’t be happening. He closed his eyes and held his breath. Somewhere out in the yard, Dean was hiding. Alone. Probably scared. And if they found him…if Dean saw this happening…the damage might be more than Sam could salvage.
“You ready, slave?” He felt the cool touch of lube, the blunt head of a cock…and panted around the gag. “You are nothing.” He shoved himself into Sam, hard and deep and Sam screamed into the fabric in his mouth. “You are no one.” He pulled out and slammed back in. Sam’s hands clenched into fists and he tried to pull away, straining muscles against he metal frame that held him. “You are alone.” One more slow, hard thrust.
Sam’s ass burned, stretched around what felt like a massive cock. He shook his head and yelled. One massive hand was pressed against the back of his neck, the thumb strumming against the bruised knot that would plunge him back into darkness with little provocation. “Nothing.”
His vision blurred and the voice burrowed into him keeping rhythm with the cock invading him. “No one. Alone.” The litany continued and Sam’s mind caught on an image of Dean…Dean like he’d been before Sam left for school. Dean survived this…survived it by holding on to Sam. Sam could do the same.
Dean stiffened, holding the trunk mostly closed as footsteps stopped nearby. A cell phone rang and the man who wasn’t Robert cursed. “No sir, we haven’t left yet. We have a problem.” There was a paused. “No sir, the slave is missing.” Another pause. “Yes, Dennis has the new recruit in the van. He’s secure and training has begun.”
Dean swallowed. He knew what that meant. The blond was raping Sam. Right there, in that van. While Dean hid like a coward.
“Yes sir. We’ll leave now.”
“Leave? We can’t leave.” Robert protested.
“Master says we go, we go. He’s sending a full search party to look for the slave. In the meantime, he doesn’t want to lose the new one. Says he wants to get him secured and into training right away to cover the price of the other one.”
“Sam is mine.” Robert blustered, even as they were moving away.
“Only if we recapture the brother. Otherwise, you forfeit your fee. Anything he sells for over and above that will be yours, of course.”
Dean listened to them walk away and for a moment he was paralyzed with fear and indecision. They were going to leave. With Sam. He opened the phone and dialed his father’s number. “They…they’re leaving…with Sam.” His voice trembled and he hated how weak he sounded. “They…they…they’ve hurt him…I have to stop them.”
“Dean, we’re almost there.”
“Too late. You’re too late.” Dean climbed out of the trunk and inched forward. Robert was going into the house and the dark haired one was opening the van. The blond was getting out, zipping up his pants. Dean swallowed. “No. I’m not waiting.” He hung up the phone and shoved it into his pocket, then hefted the gun. He could do this. Stop them. Hold them. Save his Sam.
John cursed and ran a hand through his hair. They were only a few minutes away. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then dialed Caleb’s number. Caleb and Joe were in a car behind them. “There’s a van. They’ve got Sam. If it gets out before we get in, keep on them, don’t follow us.”
Dean had sounded scared and determined, a combination John did not like one bit. “Bobby, I-“
“Don’t John. Just…concentrate on your boys. Let me deal with mine.”
Bobby glanced at him, then turned back to the road. He wrenched the wheel and sent them around the corner onto the street that led to his property. John had always appreciated the distance of Bobby’s place from anywhere, but today, he feared it would cost him at least one of his sons.
Dean made his way closer. He watched the blond circle the van and get in behind the wheel, while the other one watched Robert emerge from the house. “You following? Or riding with?”
He was close enough. Dean raised the gun, pointing it first at Robert, then swinging it to the dark haired trainer, who stood between Dean and the driver. He took a deep breath and turned his head slightly away as he squeezed the trigger.
The big man went down hard and Robert turned to look at him. Dean stood, abandoning his cover and shooting again. He hit the passenger door as the van roared to life. Robert dove in the open side door as the blond hit the gas and the van lurched forward. Dean shot again and again until he realized he might hit Sam. He chased after the van as it kicked up dust, screaming Sam’s name.
Dean tripped over a rock and fell into the dirt, watching helplessly as the van turned onto the main road. “Sam.” He lost Sam. He’d hidden like a coward and lost Sam. He dropped the gun in the dirt and doubled over.
There was a groan behind him, and Dean turned. The trainer was down, but alive. He picked up the gun and got slowly to his feet. The gun shook a little in his hand as he approached. He kicked the man onto his back. Blood stained his left shoulder. Dean stepped on the wound, pressing down until the man groaned again.
“Where?”
The man’s eyes fluttered open, widening as they registered Dean’s identity. “On your knees, slave.” His voice lacked the punch to back up the words and Dean stepped harder.
“Where?”
“You should have come along peacefully boy, now your brother’s going to take your place.”
Dean screamed and kicked him in the side. “Where?”
The man rolled to escape the foot descending again and Dean kicked him hard in the ass instead. Fear and rage flowed through him as he kicked and slammed the gun against the man’s face. “My Sam. Mine. Where? Where?”
Dean was yelling and hitting and kicking and everything narrowed down to the body he was pummeling, until hands were pulling him away, dragging him off.
“Dean. Dean. Calm down. It’s Dad. Come on.”
He looked up at his father, the rage flushing out of him and replaced with shame. “I couldn’t stop them…they took him…they took him and they…god, Dad…they…hurt him…they…” Dean sobbed and collapsed against his father, burying his face into his shirt.
“I know. I know Dean. We’ll get him back…Okay. I promise.” John pulled him further away. “You got one of them. We’ve got people following them. We’ll catch them.”
Dean looked up as they neared the stairs into the house. Bobby was kneeling beside the trainer. Bobby. Robert’s father. “No…no…it was Robert, Dad. Robert…he….he…wanted Sam.”
John stopped and looked back at Bobby. “What do you mean?”
Dean could feel the tears and wished he could stop them. He didn’t used to cry so easily. “He…he helped them take me…and he was going to get Sam…as payment…like me…a slave…they’re going to break him and train him and give him to Robert.”
John pulled Dean close in a hug. “We aren’t going to let that happen, Dean.”
Bobby stood and came a few steps closer. “No, we aren’t. This one’s unconscious, but alive. I’m gonna need your help getting him inside.”
John nodded. “Let me get Dean settled inside. I’ll be out.”
The long drive from the main road showed signs of cars headed their way. Caleb and Joe and Gordon were following the van. The others were coming here. Dean didn’t need to see what would follow…and he felt he still needed to protect Dean from the rest of the hunters.
He took Dean up to the bedroom. “I know you’re scared for Sam, and I know you want to help him…and you will. I promise. For now though, I need you to rest. I’m going to give you something to help you sleep.”
“I don’t want it.”
John smiled and guided him to the bed. “I know. But I can’t do what I need to do and worry about you at the same time. I promise I won’t leave without you. I won’t leave you alone.”
Dean nodded and laid down on the bed, watching John cross to the dresser and the med kit. “I wanted to kill him.” Dean said softly as John came back. “I would have if you didn’t stop me.”
John nodded and swiped an alcohol pad over Dean’s arm. “I know.”
Dean stiffened as he remembered the overheard conversation. “They’re coming…a team is coming to find me.”
“We won’t let them get you.” He pushed the needle into Dean’s arm.
“Bobby…he’s Robert’s dad…” Dean’s eyes swam as the drug entered his blood stream.
“I trust Bobby, Dean.” And he did. He could see the hurt and betrayal in his friend’s eyes, feel the pain and despair whenever Bobby looked at him.
“Sam.” Dean’s eyes were closed, the worry slowly easing from his face.
“I know.” John said, swallowing the tears at the thought of what Sam was going through. He had to put it aside and go down stairs and deal with everyone. Deal with Bobby. Deal with this fucking asshole he’d wanted to let Dean keep beating. Because he was their link to Sam. He waited until he was sure Dean was asleep, then headed back downstairs.
By the time he got outside, cars were stopping and hunters were emerging. He didn’t speak as he and Bobby lifted the man and carried him inside. Cut ropes lay on the floor beside a chair and John didn’t let himself think about that…just propped the man up in the chair and held him while Bobby went for rope. Dean had kicked the shit out of him. Both eyes were black and blue and one was swollen nearly shut. His nose was broken and bloodied. The gun shot wound was dirty and still trickling blood. From what he’d seen of the beating, he probably had a few broken ribs. It wouldn’t have taken much longer for Dean to beat the man to death.
Bobby came back and John stepped away to let him tie the man to the chair. The others were trickling in, spreading out around the kitchen. Some of them were clearly armed. Ellen came to a stop beside him. “Didn’t expect you to come.” John said.
“If it were Jo, you would be here,” she replied.
He nodded. “Where is Jo?”
“I left her with Ash. Pouting” Ellen sighed and leaned against the counter. “I couldn’t bring her. She’s hard headed enough about hunting.”
“She’s like her father.” John said as softly as he could. She didn’t stiffen, but didn’t respond either, just changed the subject.
“So, this guy?”
“Pulled Dean off him. He’s one of Gorlian’s men.”
“He gonna live?”
John looked at Ellen, then back to the man. “I really don’t know.”
Sam was suddenly conscious of hands on his stomach wound, probing, tracing the stitches. He tried to move, but he was secured on his back, his arms above his head, his hips and legs bound. He opened his eyes but only darkness greeted him.
“Hello again.”
Sam froze. “You remember me, of course. I am your owner, your master. You belong to me.” His fingers traced the wound. “I did this to you. Wounded you. Marked you.” His fingers moved to the “J” carved into Sam’s chest. “You are nothing. No one. Alone.”
The hand moved to circle Sam’s cock. “This is mine.” He squeezed until Sam saw stars, then moved the hand again, down between his legs, pressing a finger into his ass. “This is mine. I will do with it as I see fit.”
Sam chewed on the gag in his mouth, noticing it was a different one. He tasted leather. “You will learn to be obedient. You will learn to serve your master.”
The hand was gone then. “I have no patience for you, slave. You have stolen from me and killed my men. I will not be lenient.”
The room was quiet, then Sam heard a door. “No food or water. No contact. I want him disoriented and weakened for the next round. Line up five of your best trainers. I want him broken a hell of a lot faster than his brother. And get Thomas down here. He’s going to need a strong handler.”
Sam listened as the door closed. At least they weren’t touching him…Dean was still free…and they would come for him. A few days with no food in the dark…they would find him. His heart raced and doubt nibbled at him…but he held to that thought. They were looking…and they would find him. They had to….because Sam wasn’t Dean…and he really didn’t know how much of this he could take before he fell apart.