Alright time for another chapter fic! I've started writing this months ago but I never got around to posting it. I wrote a lot of it but it might take a bit to post because I am still working on my SPNDW crossover and I am writing a sequel to one of my other fanfics on my non-Wincest account and school, SAT's, school plays, blah blah blah. It's been a long, tiring day so if something seems worded wrong or if it doesn't make sense I will try to work on it tomorrow. I will try to post the next chapter by next week but if I don't I apologize in advance.

This is set after Shut Up Dr Phil but before Slash Fiction.

Darkness.

Darkness was the first thing Sam Winchester was aware of. He didn't remember it being this dark back at the motel he and Dean were staying at. Had he gone blind somehow?

Sam tried to open his mouth to call out to Dean to tell him to turn the damn lights on, only to realize something that felt like cotton was stuffed in his mouth and was taped down. He then felt something shift in front of his eyes. The hunter let out a breath of relief through his nose. At least he wasn't blind. He tugged his right arm, feeling rough plastic zip ties cut into his wrist and bicep which were tied down to the arm of a chair. He tugged his left arm, ending up with the same results. Sam tried to kick out, only to discover that his ankles were restrained to the chair as well.

Waking up tied to a chair was never a good thing. Unless Dean wanted to try something kinky, Sam knew he was in big trouble.

The small beat in his head decided to make itself known. It grew into a loud, steady thump that hit the back of Sam's skull. He was suddenly thankful for the blindfold; at least it kept the light away from him. Sam realized that he might have a concussion, but right then that was the least of his worries.

"Look who's finally awake," a masculine voice called out in front of him. Sam heard heavy footsteps move towards him, coming to a stop in front of him. A callous hand started running through his hair. Sam shuddered and tried to pull away from the hand, shaking his head and shouted at the man.

"Looks like we got ourselves a feisty one," the man said, taking his hand out of Sam's hair. He heard the voice's footsteps moving to the left side of him. "You're not bad looking either. No wonder your brother enjoys fucking that tight ass of yours."

Sam's breath hitched, brain suddenly lost of all thoughts. "That's right. I know who you and your brother really are. I've seen the way you two interact with each other; the looks, the lingering hands, the quick kisses when you thought you were all alone," the voice sneered, "It's disgusting. Do you get off on fucking mommy and daddy too?"

Sam gritted his teeth, anger seeping throughout his entire body. How dare this man who barely knew anything about him and his family judge him and Dean. Sam shouted into the gag, cursing at the man who assumed he knew enough to voice an opinion in his and Dean's relationship. The man chuckled, clearly amused by the young hunter.

"I was thinking about grabbing your fuckbuddy but since you were the only one who can truly help me with a certain problem I had to settle for you," a rough hand gripped Sam's cheeks hard enough to leave bruises, "But now seeing you up close I'm glad I made the right decision."

Sam barely suppressed the shudder when he felt the other hand trail down to his chest, gently stroking the clothed skin. The uncomfortable warmth around his ear replaced the cold stale atmosphere that was previously around it and Sam knew his captor was leaning down to his ear before he even spoke.

"We're going to have so much fun together."

As soon as the words left the man's mouth, Sam felt a pinch in his neck. He squirmed in his bonds, but the drug was already spreading through his body, shutting it down. The man removed his hand from Sam's face and walked away. Sam heard the door slam shut as the footsteps faded away. As he surrendered to the dark, Sam's thoughts turned to the one person who he can always count on for help.

Dean...

Des Moines, Iowa

Dean tapped the steering wheel of the 1967 Chevy Impala to the beat of Rock of Ages as he pulled off the highway. What should have been an hour drive had taken thirty extra minutes for Dean's cheeseburger to be recooked and to make another chicken salad for Sam since the workers screwed up the first time and accidentally gave someone else their food. Dean thought it would have been quick to pick up food. Ever since Sam had confessed that he had been seeing Lucifer everywhere, Dean hadn't really let Sam out of his sight for long. He decided to let Sam be alone for longer than a couple minutes after they had a small dispute about it.

"Dean I get that your worried and I appreciate the concern, but you can leave me alone for a couple of hours. I'll be fine." When Sam gave him the damn puppy dog eyes, Dean knew he had to let Sam win this round. He could never say no to those eyes.

"Stupid restaurant. Stupid newbie. Next time I'm ordering some damn pizza," Dean muttered, turning down his headlights as he got to the parking lot. The dim neon sign read 'Leafford Motel, Vacancy,' the 'L' and 'A' completely blown out. When Dean pulled the keys out of the ignition, he felt as if something was... off. Growing up with John Winchester, the two brothers had learned to trust their instincts if something seemed even the slightest bit off.

"If you want to survive you have to keep your guard up. If you leave it down for even a second, you or Sam will end up dead," John Winchester had once said to his ten year old son. Since Dean's life was dedicated to protecting Sam, he made sure that his senses were always sharp and on point.

Dean, food forgotten, got out of the car and ran over to their motel room. He pulled out his gun and took the safety off before unlocking the door. He cautiously walked in, glancing around the room.

"Sam?" He took a couple more steps before he saw the other side of the small room. The wooden coffee table was shattered, the legs no longer supporting it. As Dean walked over, he noticed a fresh spot near the table on the ratty stained carpet that made his stomach turn.

Blood.

"Sammy?"

Dean reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone, ready to call Sam-hoping that maybe he had a big hallucination and ran out of the shitty motel just to calm down-when Dean looked over at the bed. He noticed a few things. The pillowcase was missing on Sam's bed. When Dean looked closer, he noticed that Sam's normally made bed was a bit ruffled as well. He then saw something shine underneath the bed. He got to his knees and reached for the object, cursing under his breath as it pricked him. "Son of a bitch," he muttered as he pulled out an empty syringe. His brow furrowed in confusion. They didn't carry around syringes in the first aid kit. They usually took medication orally since it was the cheapest and Sam had a small phobia of needles so Dean tried to avoid them as much as possible. When Dean stood up, he saw something sitting on top of Sam's messy bed.

He grabbed it and examined it. It was a letter, with one word written on the front;

Dean.

Dean wrinkled his brow in confusion. He didn't know anyone with the handwriting, but whoever it was had some damn nerve intentionally leaving something behind. He opened the letter and began reading its contents.

"Hello Dean; You might not remember me, but I sure as hell never forgot you. I know about your relationship with Sam and it sickens me. You two deserve to go to Hell for that. I stopped by for a 'visit' but you weren't here. Luckily Sam was and boy did he put up a fight. I nearly forgotten how tough you two were but I was still able to take him down. Hopefully you didn't need the coffee table. I'm afraid you will never see your precious Sammy ever again. You took away the one person in my life that I loved. Now it's time for you to see how it feels to know that someone killed your loved one and you're too damn powerless to stop it. Say goodbye to your brother. I hope your last time was something you sick fuck will remember."

Dean reread the letter two, three, four times, until the words finally connected to his brain.

"Say goodbye to your brother."

Dean suddenly forgot how to breath. His mind was racing, heart pounding loudly in his chest. He began to hyperventilate, the content of the letter bringing Dean down to his knees.

"SAMMY!"

It will get better I promise. Also I apologize for the crappy way I ended it. I didn't really know how else to end this chapter.