Chapter Fourteen: I Own You
Author's Note: This chapter features some non-con. It's nothing graphic but still, I do not wish to offend anyone. As with other sensitive subjects, I take this with complete seriousness. If the topic makes you uncomfortable, please consider not reading this chapter.
Sam was terrified. He couldn't seem to stop shaking.
He stared at the floor, trying to control his breathing and keep from having a panic attack.
"It's not as nice as the other house," Lilith said, as though something like that would matter to Sam, "But it does come with a special upgrade."
Sam tilted his head up ever so slightly. It looked like a normal house to him, nothing particularly remarkable about it.
The demon smiled as though she knew what he was thinking.
"It's on the outside," she said in a condescending tone.
"Covered in wards against angels," Lilith continued, "So that your little friend won't be dropping in unexpectedly again."
Sam felt tears well up in his eyes. Although he hadn't asked- or expected- to be rescued, the angel had helped Dean find him. But now, the angel couldn't enter the house at all. Could he even find it?
Sam didn't know how to feel. Even though the angel had led Dean to him, he hadn't killed Lilith. Maybe the celestial being wasn't strong enough to destroy her?
Just as well, Sam did not want to jeopardize his deal with the demon queen and risk Dean dying because of it.
Lilith sighed, "That damn angel killed some of my most loyal followers. So irritating."
"But not all!" she exclaimed happily, clapping her hands together, "I'm very popular."
The sound of light footsteps announced the arrival of one of the queen's said followers.
"Sam, meet Ruby," Lilith said.
The new demon had straight, light-blonde hair and grey eyes. She was wearing a red leather jacket, a white t-shirt, tight-fitting blue jeans and red suede boots.
"Huh, I thought he'd be taller," Ruby commented wryly.
Lilith laughed at the joke and patted Sam on the head like a dog.
"What are you going to do with him?" Ruby asked curiously.
The demon queen put a finger to her lips, thinking.
"I'm in the mood for something a little different," Lilith told her, "Something I couldn't do before."
"Come along, Sam," the demon queen beckoned and Sam didn't have any choice but to follow.
The young man followed Lilith as she walked up the stairs. He had no idea what the demon was going to do to him. Tears welled up in his eyes but he quickly wiped them away with his sleeve.
Once they reached the top of the stairs, Lilith turned down the hallway and continued walking until she reached what looked like the master bedroom.
She stood in front of the door, holding it open and motioned for Sam to go inside.
Lilith closed the door, a sly look on her face.
"Take off your clothes," she ordered.
Sam looked up, a horrified expression on his face, before he could stop himself.
"I'm waiting," Lilith said, one hand on her hip, tapping her fingers impatiently.
Sam looked back down at the floor and swallowed. This couldn't be happening. Not what he thought was going to happen.
Sam undressed slowly, his fingers shaking. He could feel Lilith's eyes on him as he shed his clothes, the garments falling onto the carpeted floor around him.
"Get on the bed," Lilith ordered and Sam sat down on the edge of the mattress, caught somewhere between humiliation and terror.
Lilith approached him, wearing only her host's bra and panties. She reached out with one hand and lifted Sam's chin.
Smiling, she bent down and kissed Sam on the lips. The young man resisted the urge to pull away, the taste of sulfur heavy on his tongue.
Breaking away from the kiss first, Lilith put her hand on Sam's chest and pushed him down onto the bed.
The demon queen climbed onto the bed and straddled Sam, grinning wolfishly down at him.
Sam's chest was heaving was he fought not to panic. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't do what Lilith wanted of him but if he didn't, surely he'd be punished.
Glancing down, Lilith smirked, "What's the matter, Sam? Am I not pretty enough? Should I trade this in for a newer model?"
The demon put her hands on either side of her face and smiled down at him. Sam shook his head, trying to look anywhere but at the demon.
"You're so modest its adorable," Lilith told him and Sam tensed when he felt her hand near his groin.
Sam whimpered at the invasive touch- making the demon chuckle- and tried desperately to think of something else, anything else instead of what was happening.
Dean couldn't sleep. He was worried about his brother. This was the farthest he'd been from Sam since that angel had helped rescue him weeks ago.
Even though it was the middle of the night he couldn't help but grab his cell phone and dial Bobby's number.
The phone rang and rang and rang.
"What're you doing, boy?" the grizzled hunter grumbled from the bed beside his.
"Sorry," Dean muttered apologetically, "I couldn't sleep. I was just trying to check in on Sammy."
Bobby groaned, "He's probably fast asleep. Don't wake him."
Dean nodded, "Yeah… but I haven't been this far from him since-"
"I know," Bobby interrupted, "And I know you're worried. Listen, if you're so concerned, call 'im in the morning when he'll be awake."
"Okay," Dean agreed; by then they'd have the parts Bobby needed and be on their way back to Sioux Falls.
"An' try to get some rest yerself," Bobby told him before rolling over, snoring within minutes.
Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
Bobby was right. All he'd end up doing if he called again was wake Sam. His brother would probably be annoyed with him for his worrying.
Sam was fine. The house was protected against every kind of supernatural bastard out there and besides, Sammy had Chester.
Dean set his phone aside and lay down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Sam stared blankly up at the ceiling. Lilith chuckled from across the room.
"I don't know about you but I enjoyed that," she told him, smirking.
Sam felt tainted, dirty. He squeezed his eyes shut and rolled over onto his side, bringing his knees up until he was lying in the fetal position.
"Up," Lilith said, "You are not staying here."
Sam slowly sat up and glanced at the floor, looking for his clothes.
"Looking for these?" Lilith asked in a teasing tone. Sam peered across the room and saw the demon holding his clothes.
Sam's heart sank and he stood up from the bed. Face burning with shame, he followed Lilith out of the bedroom. They walked down the hallway and stopped before another door. Lilith opened it to reveal what must have been a second bedroom but this one had no furniture in it, only the carpet remained. Its one window had a piece of plywood covering it.
"There," the demon said, "Better than your room before."
Sam didn't reply. He just wanted his clothes back.
With her free hand, Lilith pushed Sam into the room.
She began closing the door and then paused, "I almost forgot."
The demon fished Sam's boxer shorts from the pile of clothes and tossed them at him. Smirking, she turned the light off and closed the door, locking it after herself.
Sam sank to the floor. He reached out and grabbed his shorts but didn't put them on. His eyes welled up with tears but he didn't wipe them away, instead they ran down his cheeks unchecked. He slowly listed to the right until he was lying on his side, his face pressed against the slightly scratchy carpet. Sam closed his eyes even as the tears continued to fall and slipped into a restless slumber.
Dean swore quietly when the phone rang and rang and rang.
It was eight-thirty in the morning; Sam should be awake by now. He was never a late sleeper.
Bobby glanced at the young man from the corner of his eye, "Still no answer?"
Dean scowled at him, "What do you think?"
Bobby frowned, "Maybe he is just sleeping in for once, God knows the kid could use it. Or he could be outside with Chester."
Dean nodded, "Yeah, I guess. Just makes me nervous, is all."
"Understandable," Bobby agreed, "Why don't you try again once we get the parts?"
"Okay," Dean said and sat his phone down, watching the town fly by as Bobby drove through it.
Sam sat with his face pressed against the wall beside the window.
It was morning. He was sure of it. He could hear the faint sounds of car doors slamming shut, the rumble of a garbage truck and the muted voices of kids walking to school.
He wondered if Dean and Bobby were on their way to Sioux Falls yet. He wondered if Dean had tried to call him.
Sam felt better- but only slightly- now that he was wearing his boxers again. At least he wasn't naked.
His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten anything since dinner the night before. Sam swallowed thickly as he recalled what meal he should expect from Lilith's demons.
As if on cue the door opened and Ruby stepped inside.
She had a Styrofoam plate with her and as soon as Sam saw what was on it his stomach turned sour.
"Lilith said this was your favourite," the blonde-haired demon joked and set the plate down.
Sam closed his eyes. He was going to be sick. He was sure of it.
"Everyone talks about you being some big, bold hunter," Ruby said, "But you aren't. You're just a scared little boy."
Sam didn't respond. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at the mushy dog food on the plate.
He didn't want to do it but he knew he could, he'd done it before.
Sam reached out with a shaking hand and scooped up some of the dog food on his fingers.
"Damn it, Sam! Where the hell are you?" Dean exclaimed as once again, his brother failed to answer the phone.
Taking a deep breath, Dean tried to calm down; not an easy task.
"I don't like this, Bobby," he told the grizzled hunter, "I really don't like this."
"I hear ya," the older man said and pressed his foot down harder on the gas pedal.
They had collected the car parts with little trouble and stopped at a local diner for a quick breakfast. Climbing into the car, Dean had instantly tried to contact his brother. With no success.
Although Dean was sure he was overreacting, it was better to be safe than sorry. He'd relax once he saw Sam with his own two eyes.
I'm never leaving the kid again, Dean thought as he stared out the front window; this is too much for me.
"C'mon," Ruby said as Sam choked down the last of the dog food, "Lilith wants to see you."
Sam stood and followed the demon out into the hallway. He stopped though when he realized Ruby was heading towards the bedroom.
No, Sam thought, please not again.
"Slave!" Ruby barked and Sam quickly caught up with her, not wanting to get into trouble.
He shook when he saw Lilith, the demon queen smiling wolfishly.
Ruby closed the door behind them and left Sam and Lilith alone.
Before Sam could move, an invisible force shoved him backwards and into the door so hard that it trembled in its hinges.
Sam cried out in pain, unable to stop himself. He tried to move but found he was pinned.
"I think you need to have a little reminder of my rules, Sam," Lilith said as she approached him, "The vacation's over. You're mine now."
The demon reached out and grabbed Sam's face, squeezing painfully.
Sam closed his eyes and Lilith laughed, her sulfur-tainted breath warm on his face.
It was just after a quarter past three when Bobby and Dean started down the familiar road that led to the Salvage Yard.
Dean was on the edge of his seat, literally. He could barely wait for Bobby to stop so he could get out and make sure Sam was okay.
He'd called the house on and off throughout the five hour and forty-five minute drive, only to receive no response.
"C'mon Bobby!" Dean urged, his heart hammering in his chest.
As soon as he saw the chain-link fence that surrounded Bobby's yard, Dean had to stop himself from leaping from the car.
As it was, he didn't bother waiting until the vehicle was at a complete stop before getting out because the sight of the front door hanging ajar was giving Dean heart palpitations.
He froze when he caught sight of the porch, almost as though he couldn't comprehend what he was seeing before he tore forward.
"BOBBY!" he roared as he shot up the steps and fell onto his knees beside the stiff, bloated body of the black Labrador.
"Jesus!" the veteran hunter exclaimed at the sight of the animal.
"SAM!" Dean stood up and headed into the house, "SAMMY!"
He caught sight of a discarded copy of The Crucible but nothing seemed out of place.
"Sammy!" Dean called again and headed upstairs, taking three at a time.
Lilith gave a throaty chuckle as she looked at Sam. Reaching down, she traced the raised scare the brand had left on Sam's chest with one finger, making him shudder.
"He's not here, Bobby!" Dean exclaimed, "He's gone!"
"Shit," the grizzled hunter swore and swiped his baseball cap off to scratch his head.
"But who-" Dean began to ask but then paused. He passed Bobby and walked out into the yard, staring up at the sky.
"Dean! What're you doing?" Bobby called.
"Hey! You! Angel! I know you're up there! Get down here now!" Dean shouted, causing Bobby to roll his eyes.
"Git in the house, Dean!" he ordered but the younger man ignored him.
Sighing, Bobby left the porch and crossed the yard to reach Dean.
"What're you thinking, son?" he asked and Dean turned to him.
"Lilith's got Sam," he snarled, "I know she does."
Bobby raised one eyebrow, "I thought that angel killed her."
Dean nodded, "That's what he said. I didn't see it though, just took his word for it 'cause, you know, he's an angel, why would he lie?"
Bobby's expression turned thoughtful, "Why indeed."
Chapter title comes from a Shinedown song of the same name.
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