Surviving, Supernatural, NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Surviving
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean(overall), John, Bobby, Ellen, Dean/OMC, Sam/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4005
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, Betrayal, Taken, Remember, Training, Conflagration and Setting Up.
Summary: Sam starts to crack and Dean tries to help him hold on. John begins to realize the extent of the fight as Allen and Ellen show him the work they've done to prepare.
A/Ns and Warnings: Very dark. Includes torture and rape and very dark violence.
“No mistakes this time.” Ellen said to a small group of hunters in one of the motel rooms. “You will be our group leaders. Each of you will be assigned a section of the compound and a team. No one goes in until everything and everyone is in place.”
She looked around at the faces, some of whom she’d known for years, some she’d only just met. “Gabe will be issuing radios and frequencies. These have been chosen based on the frequencies in use in the compound. Surprise is our most important weapon here. They are well organized and well armed. After you get your radios and frequencies, you will be assigned your sections and given mission objectives for those sections by Allen.”
The door opened and Joe and Bobby came in. Ellen offered a tentative smile, but Bobby didn’t even look up. “By now you all know what’s at stake here. I don’t need to tell you that these bastards are taking our people, our children and doing unspeakable things to them. There can’t be any screw ups.”
Bobby moved into the middle of the group. “No one survives. I know that rubs all of you the wrong way. But here it is. These men are monsters. They are not going to stop, and the Winchesters will never be free of them unless we free them by killing anyone and everyone involved.”
“Bobby.” Ellen reached for him, but he stopped her with one look.
He held up a photo. “This man is my son. He…If you find him, I would consider it a personal favor if you would hold him and bring him to me.”
“Bobby. No.”
“Stay out of it Ellen. I’ll handle my boy.”
She sighed and looked away. She wasn’t going to get through to him any more than she was going to get through to John. Which reminded her…”I need to go check on John.”
Sam was trying to hold on. Seeing Dean…seeing him and knowing he wasn’t…hadn’t fallen back into the conditioning…it had helped, but he wasn’t sure if Dean wanted him to play along…or fight…He had never wanted to feel his brother’s hands more than he had when James made him leave.
The cage hadn’t been empty since they left. There was no sense to anything, just moving and doing and being still…there were words rattling around him and into him and there was the ringing chorus of his body…broken voices screeching out their pain.
The latest of them moved away and Sam slid bonelessly to the floor. He couldn’t look at Caleb anymore, laying forgotten in his corner, untouched since Sam had obeyed…submitted…anything and everything…just survive.
Dean’s eyes told him help was coming. Somehow they’d found a way. Dean’s eyes told him everything.
“Maybe he doesn’t get a break, Thomas, but the rest of us need some recovery time.”
“Yeah, Dennis. Master David took half the training staff on a retreat in Aspen, so when Master James stepped things up, we ran a little short. Take whatever time you guys need. I’ll handle him for now.”
Thomas walked Dennis to the door and closed it behind him. The door wasn’t locked. Sam suddenly remembered that. Actually, he wasn’t sure. He had never tried it. But Dean’s door had been unlocked.
“On your knees, hands behind your back.”
Sam nearly didn’t have the energy to respond, dragging protesting limbs into place, his head dropping forward from sheer exhaustion.
“You really are sorry looking, Slave. How much more of this can you take?” He came over to where Sam knelt. “Do you know you can make it end? All you have to do is ask.”
Sam bit his lip. It wasn’t that easy.
“All you have to do is present yourself to your master and ask him to serve.” His hand was almost gentle as it touched Sam’s hair. “He will look after you, get your wounds treated, and no one else would be allowed to touch you.”
Thomas paced away to the door and the lights went out, throwing Sam into the dark. “It’s in your hands slave. Only you can make this end.”
John was angry. He hadn’t even opened his eyes, but he was furious. He sat up quickly, regretting it as the room reeled a little. He was a little surprised that she was sitting there waiting for him. She had to have known he’d be pissed.
“You fucking drugged me.”
She nodded calmly. “Yes, I did. Put it in your food at the diner.”
“You fucking drugged me. I trusted you!”
“You still do. It was for your own good. You needed it.”
“Like hell.” He started to stand. “Where are we? What’s going on? Where’s Dean?”
“Sit down, John.”
“No.”
She moved her arms and raised a gun. “Tranquilizer darts. I’ll put you down again if I have to.”
John sat heavily on the bed and looked at her as if she had betrayed him. In a way she really had. “Listen. I’m not letting you out into that.” She tilted her head toward the door. “Not until I know you’re back in the game.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You shut down out there. If we had had to deal with anything more, you would have gotten good men killed. I know what this has to be doing to you…but you have got to put it away…all the fear and pain. If your head isn’t in the right place, you’re going to hurt those boys more than help them.”
John sagged a little, then nodded. “You’re right. I fell apart.” He closed his eyes. He felt old, worn thin. “He wasn’t ready…he was so broken and…god Ellen.” He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I’m sorry. Still pissed…but sorry. It won’t happen again.”
She lowered the gun. “Let me tell you where we’re at, and you and I will decide if you’re ready to go out there and deal with this.”
He looked at her, eyes narrowing, trying to determine how serious she was. “Fine.”
“We’re currently at a body count of 45 men and women…depending on how loosely you define those words. Gordon is going to be here soon with… a large group. He said something about a para-military unit. We have hacked into video surveillance and are building a blueprint from that and some recon Gabe and a few others managed.”
John glanced down at the digital clock. It was three fifteen in the afternoon. He’d been down since breakfast. “When?”
She sighed and shook her head. “There’s no way we’re ready before dawn.”
John stood abruptly. “Dawn? You want me to wait another twelve hours?”
“We’re working as fast as we can. The more knowledge we have, the better our chances. We know exactly where Dean and Sam are. Dean still has the tracker. Gabe pings it about once every three hours to be sure.”
There was a knock at the door and she got up, cracking it open and nodding. “Good. Tell Allen I’ll be over in a bit.” She turned back to John, closing the door. “There’s a cup of coffee on the nightstand.” She pointed. “I brought in your shaving kit and personals. Shower, shave. Get your head on right. When you’ve done that, I’ll be in room 12. That’s Allen’s room. We’re using it as a command post.”
Sam couldn’t bring himself to move when the door opened. He knew he should…should be on his knees…should…his eyes opened slowly and for a spilt second he thought it was Dean come for him…but as the feet came closer he knew that Dean wasn’t coming. Dean was a slave…and soon Sam would be too.
“My poor baby,” a voice whispered. Hands ghosted down over his arm, down to the round curve of his ass. “I wish there were some other way.”
Sam tried to focus on the voice…and the familiar touch. “I want to help you. I want to take care of you.” His hands stroked over Sam’s chest, up to his face. “Why are you fighting so hard? Don’t you want it to be over?”
Sam’s blood froze as he recognized the hands, the intimate way they touched him. Robert. He put his hands under Sam’s shoulders and moved him until he was sitting against the bars. Sam’s eyes rolled until Robert’s face came into focus. He was squatting in front of Sam, touching softly…gently, whispering words that Sam couldn’t quite make sense of.
“Please.” Sam whispered, latching on to something in Robert’s eyes, something…”Please Robert…”
Robert’s smile was soft, his finger tracing a bruise on Sam’s cheek. “Just let go, baby. It can all be over. I promise I’ll be so good to you. I promise you’ll be safe and loved.”
Just let go. Give up. Give in. That’s what he meant. “No more guilt, no more decisions…just let go.”
Sam’s eyes closed. He was so tired. How long since he’d slept? The whole ordeal blurred together in a haze of abuse and horror. Not since Caleb. He hadn’t slept since they brought Caleb to him. Sam felt lips on his. Robert was kissing him. Part of him rebelled at the thought…but he couldn’t resist, couldn’t even attempt to prevent his tongue from moving into Sam’s mouth. No one had kissed him. No one. Not since this whole thing began.
“I love you so much. I can’t stand watching them hurt you. Make it stop, baby. You know how. Just tell him you want to be good. Tell him you want to serve him. You want to learn to be a good slave for your master.”
Sam realized suddenly that Robert had shaved his beard and cut his hair. It made him look less like Bobby…less like the moody boy he had known as a kid. “You’re running out of time. They’re coming back. How much more can you take? You don’t need to…you can make it stop.”
“Please.” Sam whispered again. “Can’t…no more.”
Robert’s smile was hopeful as he cupped Sam’s face. “That’s my boy.” His kiss was tender. “I’ll be waiting for you…when your instruction is done. I’ll be there, ready to take you home and make you mine forever. You’ll never have to worry again…no hunting, no danger. I’ll be your master and I will love you.” There were tears in Robert’s eyes. Sam couldn’t understand why, lifting one hand to touch Robert’s cheek.
“Rest now, baby. They’ll be here soon to take you to him. Be my good boy.” He touched Sam’s face one last time, then stood and left the cage.
Sam watched him go, then looked to Caleb. “I’m sorry…tell him that for me?” Sam whispered. Caleb’s eyes were fierce as he shook his head. But Sam knew he couldn’t hold out any longer. He knew what he had to do.
Allen’s motel room had been transformed. The bed was gone, moved into Gabe’s adjoining room, and replaced with three folding tables covered with equipment. John recognized Smitty at the one end, listening intently to something through expensive looking headphones. The other two he didn’t know, but they were younger…Dean’s age. He shook his head and pushed the pain aside.
Ellen caught his eye and beckoned him. “Gordon and his men are in town. We’ve spread the troops out at various motels and a few campgrounds to avoid suspicion. We don’t want to spook them, like we did before.”
John nodded, his eyes taking in everything. He noticed that Allen turned off a monitor as he approached, but chose not to say anything. They were still keeping things from him. He met her eyes and she smiled softly. Her expression said, “For your own good.”
He nodded stiffly. He had to admit, he was impressed. The walls were covered with maps and projections of manpower, attack plans and strategy like John had seldom seen. Finally he turned to Ellen. “So, you running the show now?”
Ellen shook her head. “No, John, just doing my part.”
He nodded and turned back to the plans on the wall. “This where the boys are?”
Allen stood and came to his side, pointing to a location on one of the sub-floors. “This is where they’re keeping Sam and Caleb.”
“You saw them?’ John’s voice was tight and the words came out clipped and hard.
“Yes.” Allen didn’t offer anymore than that. There was no way in hell he was telling John Winchester that he’d watched his son submit to two mammoth men while Caleb was forced to watch. “Dean, on the other hand is here.” He pointed to a location one floor up from Sam’s. “This seems to be more residential area. There are no cameras in the rooms, only hallway ones. This could prove to work to our advantage.”
John’s eyes swept over the gathered information. “Dean’s going to be easier to retrieve, so he should be our first target.”
Allen nodded. “We figured you’d want to lead that team.”
John nodded. “Going to need a bigger team to go after Sam and Caleb. More fire power.”
“We’re actually thinking gas…something non-lethal, but powerful. Gordon and his men are working up a strategy for taking the floor quickly.”
“I don’t want that man in charge of getting my son out of there.”
“His job is neutralizing the enemy. Once that’s done, and you’ve secured Dean, you can take whoever you want to go in after Sam.”
He was spent, utterly and completely, his feet dragged as he followed Thomas through the halls and up the floor to the suite where Master James waited. Sam should have balked at the thought…that he could call him that…but he didn’t.
Thomas had not hosed him down, and Sam was dirty, covered in dirt from the cage floor and come from the various fuckings. It was in his hair, dried on his skin, oozing from his ass. Thomas led him to the mat and Sam went to his knees without being told. He could feel James’s smile without looking as he bowed his head. Dean knelt beside James, his eyes dutifully on the floor.
“It isn’t the 80 hour mark yet, is it Thomas?”
“No, sir, 78 and a half. The slave asked to be brought to you.”
“Oh?” James sat forward in his chair, leaning toward Sam. “Why is that slave?”
All he had to do was say the words. That’s it. Then he could rest. It would be over. “I…want…to…” he swallowed. “…to p-please y-you…sir.”
“You want to what?”
Sam licked his lips. His voice was wrecked, ripped. “I want to learn to be a good slave, sir…and please my m-master.”
“And who is your master?”
“You are.”
James sat back in the chair. “Are you ready to present yourself to me?”
Sam didn’t answer with words, only crossed his ankles and leaned his face to the floor, fingers parting his ass tenderly and holding it open. James made an appreciative sound. “Very nice, Thomas. Your bonus for this one will be quite nice.”
James stood, his suit rustling as he took the few steps to where Sam knelt. “You may sit up.” Sam did, his body aching, his heart pounding erratically in his chest. “I am pleased. You have much to learn. But I reward my slaves when they please me. I think you should be allowed a sexual release.” He turned to Dean. “Take this one into the bathroom. Show him the proper way to clean and shave and prepare himself. Ensure that he orgasms before you leave the shower, but hands only. I’ll be listening.”
“Yes master.” Dean said. Sam saw him get to his feet and looked wearily up at James.
“Hands only, slave. And the next time I see you I expect you to be clean. If you please me I’ll allow you food and water.” Sam waited, because he was painfully aware he hadn’t been told he could stand yet. James smiled and backed off a step. “Very good. You may get up and follow him.”
Sam followed Dean’s back, his feet barely leaving the floor as he shuffled forward. He was tired. But he took comfort in the fact that it was over. Only…on some level he recognized that wasn’t true. Dean didn’t speak until the door was closed, then he turned to Sam and put his arms around him, drawing him close and holding him. Sam started to shake.
Dean’s hands were gentle, his voice soft as he made tiny, breathy sounds of comfort. Then his mouth was on Sam’s ear. “No words until we’re in the shower.” It was barely audible, but Sam nodded against his shoulder.
Dean slowly released him. He pointed to the toilet. His voice took on the same flat tone as his words in the recordings they’d played for him. “This is the only space in which a slave has privacy. In here, he prepares himself for his master, caring for his body in a way that will give his master pleasure. In this room, a slave may relieve his bladder or his bowels freely and without permission.”
His eyes sought out Sam’s, then looked back to the toilet. Sam shook his head. He didn’t think he could…not with Dean watching. “It is important to take advantage of this freedom, so that you will not anger your master later with your body’s needs.”
Dean’s hand caught Sam’s chin and his mouth moved without sound. “Please, Sam.”
There was desperation in the dark depths of Dean’s eyes and Sam bit back the sob that wanted to erupt, shuffling over to the toilet. He sat gingerly and closed his eyes. Dean seemed to sense his need for privacy and backed off, turning to the shower to warm. Sam was still shaking, and it worsened as he finally let go enough to go, his ass burning like he’d never felt.
Dean heard Sam whimper and turned. The pain in his expression was intense. Slowly, his eyes opened and he finished, looking back to Dean. He nodded and moved to help Sam stand. “It’s okay.” Dean said softly.
He remembered his first shower, and the slave assigned to help him through it. He’d been older, said he’d been with Master James for 10 years. He’d told Dean how good Master James was to the ones he chose to keep. The man had held him and talked to him and somehow made it okay.
Sam was in far worse physical shape than Dean had been. The rushed training, the last 8 hours…He supported Sam over to the shower. “Always relieve yourself before showering. This allows you to clean yourself properly.”
Once they were in the shower with the curtain closed and the water on as hard as Dean could make it go, Dean felt the tears coming. “Sam…god, Sam. You okay?”
“Dean?” His voice was raw and broken as he clung to Dean. “I…hurt…and I…”
“Shh…we’ve got time…let’s get you cleaned up.” He leaned Sam back against him and moved them under the water, just letting it run over Sam for a few minutes before starting to move his hands over Sam’s skin to dislodge the come sticking to him. “Can you stand?”
Sam nodded and Dean helped him upright before reaching for the shampoo. “Always begin your shower by cleaning your hair with the shampoo that Master has provided you.” Dean said loudly.
Sam was sobbing, Dean could feel it as he worked the shampoo through his hair. “Come on Sammy…stay with me here…I can’t…I can’t do this without you.”
Sam trembled, but the sobbing stopped as Dean washed him like he had when they were little. Sam whimpered a little as Dean’s hands reached his ass. “Shh…Sammy….it’s okay…just bend forward a little, let me take care of it.”
“No more…please….please.”
Dean closed his eyes and ducked his head under the water to clear it. “I have to Sam. You have to be clean. Please…we just have to hold on.” He pulled Sam to him, holding him under the water, pressing his mouth close to his ear. “Soon, Sammy….they’re coming…Dad, and the others. They’re coming for us. We just have to hold on.”
“Dean…I don’t…I don’t know if I can…I…it hurts and it’s too much….to much…I just…I can’t.”
Dean took Sam’s hands and brought them to his lips, kissing them softly. “For me? Can you do it for me?” He kissed the palms, rubbing his thumbs over the rope burns on Sam’s wrists. “Who am I, Sammy?”
Sam’s face lifted, his eyes filled with water that had nothing to do with the shower spray. “My brother, Dean.”
Dean nodded. “Yes…and who are you?”
Sam shook his head.
“You’re my Sam.” Dean said, leaning across the small space to press a chaste kiss to Sam’s lips. “You get that? Mine, Sam.”
“Yours.” Sam whispered, nodding slowly.
“Long time before he ever knew you.”
“Yours.” Sam melted against him and Dean held him for a time before he slowly turned Sam and pressed his head toward the wall.
He filled his hand with more soap and slowly went back to washing Sam’s ass. Sam jumped when his fingers moved inside him, but he didn’t pull away. Dean used his spare hand to stroke his back. “That’s my Sammy.” Dean murmured, pulling Sam back to him. “Now…let’s take care of this…” His hand slipped to Sam’s groin and Sam whimpered. “My Sammy…want you to feel this…want you to feel good.”
His hand closed around Sam’s cock and it stirred a little. “Come on Sammy…I know you don’t want to…I know, believe me…but he’ll know…” He stroked Sam while he pressed kisses to his neck. “Please…I don’t want him to punish you. If we can get through this, he’ll feed you, and let you sleep. You need that.”
“Dean.” Sam whispered through clenched teeth. His cock hardened a little more.
“That’s it…remember that time in the shower…with Dad sleeping in the next room? You wanted me to suck you, but my knee was busted? I used my hand…like this…” Dean twisted a little and Sam jerked. “Yeah…you got so hot for me you broke the tile with your fist.” He worked Sam’s cock, whispering to him softly. “When you come, yell for me, okay? Let him hear you. He needs to hear you.”
Sam nodded, his body jerking forward as Dean’s other hand slipped under him to fondle his balls. “Come on Sammy…come for me.”
Sam yelled, thrusting forward in Dean’s hand and coming. Dean pulled him back, turning him and capturing his mouth in a kiss. “Need you to be okay, Sam.” Dean whispered into his mouth. “Can’t do this if you aren’t.”
He felt like he was walking a knife’s edge and any minute he would go hurtling off it into the abyss. “I’m…okay, Dean.” Sam whispered. “I can do this.”
“I came for you…they took you away from me, but I came for you.” Dean whispered desperately, needing Sam to understand how important that was. “You came for me.”
Sam straightened up, his hands sliding up to Dean’s face. There was understanding there. “I know.” He smiled. “You came for me.”
The water was turned off and Dean helped Sam out of the shower. “Always dry thoroughly and examine your body for any signs of injury or illness. When you have progressed in your instruction, you will be given a razor. Today I will shave you.”
Dean took his time, wanting Sam to be perfect…to please Master…so that he could get what he needed. It was taking care of Sam in a way, getting him food and sleep. Master would be pleased. And in his head he wasn’t sure who that was…his father or Sam or James…but he would please him.
Dean pressed his lips together tightly and let go of the conflict in his head. Survive. That’s all they had to do. Survive until his father came. Dean hoped he was coming soon, because he didn’t know how long he could keep pretending.
Title: Surviving
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean(overall), John, Bobby, Ellen, Dean/OMC, Sam/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4005
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, Betrayal, Taken, Remember, Training, Conflagration and Setting Up.
Summary: Sam starts to crack and Dean tries to help him hold on. John begins to realize the extent of the fight as Allen and Ellen show him the work they've done to prepare.
A/Ns and Warnings: Very dark. Includes torture and rape and very dark violence.
“No mistakes this time.” Ellen said to a small group of hunters in one of the motel rooms. “You will be our group leaders. Each of you will be assigned a section of the compound and a team. No one goes in until everything and everyone is in place.”
She looked around at the faces, some of whom she’d known for years, some she’d only just met. “Gabe will be issuing radios and frequencies. These have been chosen based on the frequencies in use in the compound. Surprise is our most important weapon here. They are well organized and well armed. After you get your radios and frequencies, you will be assigned your sections and given mission objectives for those sections by Allen.”
The door opened and Joe and Bobby came in. Ellen offered a tentative smile, but Bobby didn’t even look up. “By now you all know what’s at stake here. I don’t need to tell you that these bastards are taking our people, our children and doing unspeakable things to them. There can’t be any screw ups.”
Bobby moved into the middle of the group. “No one survives. I know that rubs all of you the wrong way. But here it is. These men are monsters. They are not going to stop, and the Winchesters will never be free of them unless we free them by killing anyone and everyone involved.”
“Bobby.” Ellen reached for him, but he stopped her with one look.
He held up a photo. “This man is my son. He…If you find him, I would consider it a personal favor if you would hold him and bring him to me.”
“Bobby. No.”
“Stay out of it Ellen. I’ll handle my boy.”
She sighed and looked away. She wasn’t going to get through to him any more than she was going to get through to John. Which reminded her…”I need to go check on John.”
Sam was trying to hold on. Seeing Dean…seeing him and knowing he wasn’t…hadn’t fallen back into the conditioning…it had helped, but he wasn’t sure if Dean wanted him to play along…or fight…He had never wanted to feel his brother’s hands more than he had when James made him leave.
The cage hadn’t been empty since they left. There was no sense to anything, just moving and doing and being still…there were words rattling around him and into him and there was the ringing chorus of his body…broken voices screeching out their pain.
The latest of them moved away and Sam slid bonelessly to the floor. He couldn’t look at Caleb anymore, laying forgotten in his corner, untouched since Sam had obeyed…submitted…anything and everything…just survive.
Dean’s eyes told him help was coming. Somehow they’d found a way. Dean’s eyes told him everything.
“Maybe he doesn’t get a break, Thomas, but the rest of us need some recovery time.”
“Yeah, Dennis. Master David took half the training staff on a retreat in Aspen, so when Master James stepped things up, we ran a little short. Take whatever time you guys need. I’ll handle him for now.”
Thomas walked Dennis to the door and closed it behind him. The door wasn’t locked. Sam suddenly remembered that. Actually, he wasn’t sure. He had never tried it. But Dean’s door had been unlocked.
“On your knees, hands behind your back.”
Sam nearly didn’t have the energy to respond, dragging protesting limbs into place, his head dropping forward from sheer exhaustion.
“You really are sorry looking, Slave. How much more of this can you take?” He came over to where Sam knelt. “Do you know you can make it end? All you have to do is ask.”
Sam bit his lip. It wasn’t that easy.
“All you have to do is present yourself to your master and ask him to serve.” His hand was almost gentle as it touched Sam’s hair. “He will look after you, get your wounds treated, and no one else would be allowed to touch you.”
Thomas paced away to the door and the lights went out, throwing Sam into the dark. “It’s in your hands slave. Only you can make this end.”
John was angry. He hadn’t even opened his eyes, but he was furious. He sat up quickly, regretting it as the room reeled a little. He was a little surprised that she was sitting there waiting for him. She had to have known he’d be pissed.
“You fucking drugged me.”
She nodded calmly. “Yes, I did. Put it in your food at the diner.”
“You fucking drugged me. I trusted you!”
“You still do. It was for your own good. You needed it.”
“Like hell.” He started to stand. “Where are we? What’s going on? Where’s Dean?”
“Sit down, John.”
“No.”
She moved her arms and raised a gun. “Tranquilizer darts. I’ll put you down again if I have to.”
John sat heavily on the bed and looked at her as if she had betrayed him. In a way she really had. “Listen. I’m not letting you out into that.” She tilted her head toward the door. “Not until I know you’re back in the game.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You shut down out there. If we had had to deal with anything more, you would have gotten good men killed. I know what this has to be doing to you…but you have got to put it away…all the fear and pain. If your head isn’t in the right place, you’re going to hurt those boys more than help them.”
John sagged a little, then nodded. “You’re right. I fell apart.” He closed his eyes. He felt old, worn thin. “He wasn’t ready…he was so broken and…god Ellen.” He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I’m sorry. Still pissed…but sorry. It won’t happen again.”
She lowered the gun. “Let me tell you where we’re at, and you and I will decide if you’re ready to go out there and deal with this.”
He looked at her, eyes narrowing, trying to determine how serious she was. “Fine.”
“We’re currently at a body count of 45 men and women…depending on how loosely you define those words. Gordon is going to be here soon with… a large group. He said something about a para-military unit. We have hacked into video surveillance and are building a blueprint from that and some recon Gabe and a few others managed.”
John glanced down at the digital clock. It was three fifteen in the afternoon. He’d been down since breakfast. “When?”
She sighed and shook her head. “There’s no way we’re ready before dawn.”
John stood abruptly. “Dawn? You want me to wait another twelve hours?”
“We’re working as fast as we can. The more knowledge we have, the better our chances. We know exactly where Dean and Sam are. Dean still has the tracker. Gabe pings it about once every three hours to be sure.”
There was a knock at the door and she got up, cracking it open and nodding. “Good. Tell Allen I’ll be over in a bit.” She turned back to John, closing the door. “There’s a cup of coffee on the nightstand.” She pointed. “I brought in your shaving kit and personals. Shower, shave. Get your head on right. When you’ve done that, I’ll be in room 12. That’s Allen’s room. We’re using it as a command post.”
Sam couldn’t bring himself to move when the door opened. He knew he should…should be on his knees…should…his eyes opened slowly and for a spilt second he thought it was Dean come for him…but as the feet came closer he knew that Dean wasn’t coming. Dean was a slave…and soon Sam would be too.
“My poor baby,” a voice whispered. Hands ghosted down over his arm, down to the round curve of his ass. “I wish there were some other way.”
Sam tried to focus on the voice…and the familiar touch. “I want to help you. I want to take care of you.” His hands stroked over Sam’s chest, up to his face. “Why are you fighting so hard? Don’t you want it to be over?”
Sam’s blood froze as he recognized the hands, the intimate way they touched him. Robert. He put his hands under Sam’s shoulders and moved him until he was sitting against the bars. Sam’s eyes rolled until Robert’s face came into focus. He was squatting in front of Sam, touching softly…gently, whispering words that Sam couldn’t quite make sense of.
“Please.” Sam whispered, latching on to something in Robert’s eyes, something…”Please Robert…”
Robert’s smile was soft, his finger tracing a bruise on Sam’s cheek. “Just let go, baby. It can all be over. I promise I’ll be so good to you. I promise you’ll be safe and loved.”
Just let go. Give up. Give in. That’s what he meant. “No more guilt, no more decisions…just let go.”
Sam’s eyes closed. He was so tired. How long since he’d slept? The whole ordeal blurred together in a haze of abuse and horror. Not since Caleb. He hadn’t slept since they brought Caleb to him. Sam felt lips on his. Robert was kissing him. Part of him rebelled at the thought…but he couldn’t resist, couldn’t even attempt to prevent his tongue from moving into Sam’s mouth. No one had kissed him. No one. Not since this whole thing began.
“I love you so much. I can’t stand watching them hurt you. Make it stop, baby. You know how. Just tell him you want to be good. Tell him you want to serve him. You want to learn to be a good slave for your master.”
Sam realized suddenly that Robert had shaved his beard and cut his hair. It made him look less like Bobby…less like the moody boy he had known as a kid. “You’re running out of time. They’re coming back. How much more can you take? You don’t need to…you can make it stop.”
“Please.” Sam whispered again. “Can’t…no more.”
Robert’s smile was hopeful as he cupped Sam’s face. “That’s my boy.” His kiss was tender. “I’ll be waiting for you…when your instruction is done. I’ll be there, ready to take you home and make you mine forever. You’ll never have to worry again…no hunting, no danger. I’ll be your master and I will love you.” There were tears in Robert’s eyes. Sam couldn’t understand why, lifting one hand to touch Robert’s cheek.
“Rest now, baby. They’ll be here soon to take you to him. Be my good boy.” He touched Sam’s face one last time, then stood and left the cage.
Sam watched him go, then looked to Caleb. “I’m sorry…tell him that for me?” Sam whispered. Caleb’s eyes were fierce as he shook his head. But Sam knew he couldn’t hold out any longer. He knew what he had to do.
Allen’s motel room had been transformed. The bed was gone, moved into Gabe’s adjoining room, and replaced with three folding tables covered with equipment. John recognized Smitty at the one end, listening intently to something through expensive looking headphones. The other two he didn’t know, but they were younger…Dean’s age. He shook his head and pushed the pain aside.
Ellen caught his eye and beckoned him. “Gordon and his men are in town. We’ve spread the troops out at various motels and a few campgrounds to avoid suspicion. We don’t want to spook them, like we did before.”
John nodded, his eyes taking in everything. He noticed that Allen turned off a monitor as he approached, but chose not to say anything. They were still keeping things from him. He met her eyes and she smiled softly. Her expression said, “For your own good.”
He nodded stiffly. He had to admit, he was impressed. The walls were covered with maps and projections of manpower, attack plans and strategy like John had seldom seen. Finally he turned to Ellen. “So, you running the show now?”
Ellen shook her head. “No, John, just doing my part.”
He nodded and turned back to the plans on the wall. “This where the boys are?”
Allen stood and came to his side, pointing to a location on one of the sub-floors. “This is where they’re keeping Sam and Caleb.”
“You saw them?’ John’s voice was tight and the words came out clipped and hard.
“Yes.” Allen didn’t offer anymore than that. There was no way in hell he was telling John Winchester that he’d watched his son submit to two mammoth men while Caleb was forced to watch. “Dean, on the other hand is here.” He pointed to a location one floor up from Sam’s. “This seems to be more residential area. There are no cameras in the rooms, only hallway ones. This could prove to work to our advantage.”
John’s eyes swept over the gathered information. “Dean’s going to be easier to retrieve, so he should be our first target.”
Allen nodded. “We figured you’d want to lead that team.”
John nodded. “Going to need a bigger team to go after Sam and Caleb. More fire power.”
“We’re actually thinking gas…something non-lethal, but powerful. Gordon and his men are working up a strategy for taking the floor quickly.”
“I don’t want that man in charge of getting my son out of there.”
“His job is neutralizing the enemy. Once that’s done, and you’ve secured Dean, you can take whoever you want to go in after Sam.”
He was spent, utterly and completely, his feet dragged as he followed Thomas through the halls and up the floor to the suite where Master James waited. Sam should have balked at the thought…that he could call him that…but he didn’t.
Thomas had not hosed him down, and Sam was dirty, covered in dirt from the cage floor and come from the various fuckings. It was in his hair, dried on his skin, oozing from his ass. Thomas led him to the mat and Sam went to his knees without being told. He could feel James’s smile without looking as he bowed his head. Dean knelt beside James, his eyes dutifully on the floor.
“It isn’t the 80 hour mark yet, is it Thomas?”
“No, sir, 78 and a half. The slave asked to be brought to you.”
“Oh?” James sat forward in his chair, leaning toward Sam. “Why is that slave?”
All he had to do was say the words. That’s it. Then he could rest. It would be over. “I…want…to…” he swallowed. “…to p-please y-you…sir.”
“You want to what?”
Sam licked his lips. His voice was wrecked, ripped. “I want to learn to be a good slave, sir…and please my m-master.”
“And who is your master?”
“You are.”
James sat back in the chair. “Are you ready to present yourself to me?”
Sam didn’t answer with words, only crossed his ankles and leaned his face to the floor, fingers parting his ass tenderly and holding it open. James made an appreciative sound. “Very nice, Thomas. Your bonus for this one will be quite nice.”
James stood, his suit rustling as he took the few steps to where Sam knelt. “You may sit up.” Sam did, his body aching, his heart pounding erratically in his chest. “I am pleased. You have much to learn. But I reward my slaves when they please me. I think you should be allowed a sexual release.” He turned to Dean. “Take this one into the bathroom. Show him the proper way to clean and shave and prepare himself. Ensure that he orgasms before you leave the shower, but hands only. I’ll be listening.”
“Yes master.” Dean said. Sam saw him get to his feet and looked wearily up at James.
“Hands only, slave. And the next time I see you I expect you to be clean. If you please me I’ll allow you food and water.” Sam waited, because he was painfully aware he hadn’t been told he could stand yet. James smiled and backed off a step. “Very good. You may get up and follow him.”
Sam followed Dean’s back, his feet barely leaving the floor as he shuffled forward. He was tired. But he took comfort in the fact that it was over. Only…on some level he recognized that wasn’t true. Dean didn’t speak until the door was closed, then he turned to Sam and put his arms around him, drawing him close and holding him. Sam started to shake.
Dean’s hands were gentle, his voice soft as he made tiny, breathy sounds of comfort. Then his mouth was on Sam’s ear. “No words until we’re in the shower.” It was barely audible, but Sam nodded against his shoulder.
Dean slowly released him. He pointed to the toilet. His voice took on the same flat tone as his words in the recordings they’d played for him. “This is the only space in which a slave has privacy. In here, he prepares himself for his master, caring for his body in a way that will give his master pleasure. In this room, a slave may relieve his bladder or his bowels freely and without permission.”
His eyes sought out Sam’s, then looked back to the toilet. Sam shook his head. He didn’t think he could…not with Dean watching. “It is important to take advantage of this freedom, so that you will not anger your master later with your body’s needs.”
Dean’s hand caught Sam’s chin and his mouth moved without sound. “Please, Sam.”
There was desperation in the dark depths of Dean’s eyes and Sam bit back the sob that wanted to erupt, shuffling over to the toilet. He sat gingerly and closed his eyes. Dean seemed to sense his need for privacy and backed off, turning to the shower to warm. Sam was still shaking, and it worsened as he finally let go enough to go, his ass burning like he’d never felt.
Dean heard Sam whimper and turned. The pain in his expression was intense. Slowly, his eyes opened and he finished, looking back to Dean. He nodded and moved to help Sam stand. “It’s okay.” Dean said softly.
He remembered his first shower, and the slave assigned to help him through it. He’d been older, said he’d been with Master James for 10 years. He’d told Dean how good Master James was to the ones he chose to keep. The man had held him and talked to him and somehow made it okay.
Sam was in far worse physical shape than Dean had been. The rushed training, the last 8 hours…He supported Sam over to the shower. “Always relieve yourself before showering. This allows you to clean yourself properly.”
Once they were in the shower with the curtain closed and the water on as hard as Dean could make it go, Dean felt the tears coming. “Sam…god, Sam. You okay?”
“Dean?” His voice was raw and broken as he clung to Dean. “I…hurt…and I…”
“Shh…we’ve got time…let’s get you cleaned up.” He leaned Sam back against him and moved them under the water, just letting it run over Sam for a few minutes before starting to move his hands over Sam’s skin to dislodge the come sticking to him. “Can you stand?”
Sam nodded and Dean helped him upright before reaching for the shampoo. “Always begin your shower by cleaning your hair with the shampoo that Master has provided you.” Dean said loudly.
Sam was sobbing, Dean could feel it as he worked the shampoo through his hair. “Come on Sammy…stay with me here…I can’t…I can’t do this without you.”
Sam trembled, but the sobbing stopped as Dean washed him like he had when they were little. Sam whimpered a little as Dean’s hands reached his ass. “Shh…Sammy….it’s okay…just bend forward a little, let me take care of it.”
“No more…please….please.”
Dean closed his eyes and ducked his head under the water to clear it. “I have to Sam. You have to be clean. Please…we just have to hold on.” He pulled Sam to him, holding him under the water, pressing his mouth close to his ear. “Soon, Sammy….they’re coming…Dad, and the others. They’re coming for us. We just have to hold on.”
“Dean…I don’t…I don’t know if I can…I…it hurts and it’s too much….to much…I just…I can’t.”
Dean took Sam’s hands and brought them to his lips, kissing them softly. “For me? Can you do it for me?” He kissed the palms, rubbing his thumbs over the rope burns on Sam’s wrists. “Who am I, Sammy?”
Sam’s face lifted, his eyes filled with water that had nothing to do with the shower spray. “My brother, Dean.”
Dean nodded. “Yes…and who are you?”
Sam shook his head.
“You’re my Sam.” Dean said, leaning across the small space to press a chaste kiss to Sam’s lips. “You get that? Mine, Sam.”
“Yours.” Sam whispered, nodding slowly.
“Long time before he ever knew you.”
“Yours.” Sam melted against him and Dean held him for a time before he slowly turned Sam and pressed his head toward the wall.
He filled his hand with more soap and slowly went back to washing Sam’s ass. Sam jumped when his fingers moved inside him, but he didn’t pull away. Dean used his spare hand to stroke his back. “That’s my Sammy.” Dean murmured, pulling Sam back to him. “Now…let’s take care of this…” His hand slipped to Sam’s groin and Sam whimpered. “My Sammy…want you to feel this…want you to feel good.”
His hand closed around Sam’s cock and it stirred a little. “Come on Sammy…I know you don’t want to…I know, believe me…but he’ll know…” He stroked Sam while he pressed kisses to his neck. “Please…I don’t want him to punish you. If we can get through this, he’ll feed you, and let you sleep. You need that.”
“Dean.” Sam whispered through clenched teeth. His cock hardened a little more.
“That’s it…remember that time in the shower…with Dad sleeping in the next room? You wanted me to suck you, but my knee was busted? I used my hand…like this…” Dean twisted a little and Sam jerked. “Yeah…you got so hot for me you broke the tile with your fist.” He worked Sam’s cock, whispering to him softly. “When you come, yell for me, okay? Let him hear you. He needs to hear you.”
Sam nodded, his body jerking forward as Dean’s other hand slipped under him to fondle his balls. “Come on Sammy…come for me.”
Sam yelled, thrusting forward in Dean’s hand and coming. Dean pulled him back, turning him and capturing his mouth in a kiss. “Need you to be okay, Sam.” Dean whispered into his mouth. “Can’t do this if you aren’t.”
He felt like he was walking a knife’s edge and any minute he would go hurtling off it into the abyss. “I’m…okay, Dean.” Sam whispered. “I can do this.”
“I came for you…they took you away from me, but I came for you.” Dean whispered desperately, needing Sam to understand how important that was. “You came for me.”
Sam straightened up, his hands sliding up to Dean’s face. There was understanding there. “I know.” He smiled. “You came for me.”
The water was turned off and Dean helped Sam out of the shower. “Always dry thoroughly and examine your body for any signs of injury or illness. When you have progressed in your instruction, you will be given a razor. Today I will shave you.”
Dean took his time, wanting Sam to be perfect…to please Master…so that he could get what he needed. It was taking care of Sam in a way, getting him food and sleep. Master would be pleased. And in his head he wasn’t sure who that was…his father or Sam or James…but he would please him.
Dean pressed his lips together tightly and let go of the conflict in his head. Survive. That’s all they had to do. Survive until his father came. Dean hoped he was coming soon, because he didn’t know how long he could keep pretending.