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Manipulation	By : unrequited666 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7625 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Warnings: bdsm, dark, non-con, sam whumping, slave,
supernatural, violence, wincest (unrequited). Don�t like? Don�t read! No
flamers!

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Chapter Eight

Dean was pissed. His baby brother was missing, probably being
molested at this very moment, and instead of looking for him, Dean was stuck in
the sheriff�s office, handcuffed to a fucking table. He needed to get out of those cuffs. He needed to get out of here. He needed�

�Dean, nice to see you again.�

Dean turned to face the familiar voice, smirking bitterly. �Ah �
you�ve come to give me that cheeseburger.�

Hendricksen�s eyes narrowed and he sauntered closer to the table
until he stood opposite Dean. Placing his hands on the table, he gave Dean a
sardonic smile. �Still got your game face, huh Dean?�

Dean leant back in his chair, affecting an air of ease which he
truly did not feel. �Don�t suppose you remembered the extra onions this time?�

Hendricksen silently slid what appeared to be a small square of
paper across the table so Dean could see, still wearing that smile.
�
Dean glanced down at the paper and froze. It was the photo he�d
found at the cabin.

�Decided to add rape to that list of charges Dean?�

Dean was immediately defensive, losing all pretence of ease. �What
the fuck are you talking about?�

�Your brother gets raped and you decide to take it out on some
random, unsuspecting guy.�
�
Infuriated by Hendricksen�s insinuations, by his casual flaunting of
Dean�s failure to protect his brother, Dean lunged towards the man. Hendricksen
deftly sidestepped, smiling slickly when the restraints on Dean�s wrists pulled
him up short.�
��
�What the hell is going on here?� A new
voice rang out.

Both men turned towards the newcomer -
Hendricksen glancing at him suspiciously while Dean�s expression smoothed to
mild curiousity.�

Under both men�s inquiring gaze, the man
reached into his pocket and pulled out his identification. �Special Agent
Pierce, I�ll be taking over from here�

�Taking over? This is my case,� Hendricksen said indignantly.

�Your case?
After what happened in Milwaukee and the Detention centre,
you still think this is your case?�

�I haven�t been informed of any� changes in
team leader on the Winchester case.�

�Maybe you would have, if you�d bothered to
pull your head out of your ass.�

Feeling neglected, Dean interrupted. �Hey!
You girls want to fight, go to a mud wrestling match. Now if one of you special
agents,� Dean stressed the word
derisively, �feels like doing your job, what�s a guy gotta do to get a piss
break around here?�

The new agent raised his eyebrows, but
looked at Hendricksen and nodded his head in Dean�s direction.

Hendricksen shook his head in disbelief.
�You want me to��

�What the hell do they teach you young
agents these days? No wonder that smartass,� and here the man pointed at Dean,
�got the better of you.�
�
Hendricksen scowled, but moved to remove
Dean�s handcuffs. As soon as his back was turned, the other man hit him across
the head. Hendricksen crumpled without a sound and the man who�d knocked him
out made quick work of searching his pockets.

Dean offered a strained smile when the
newcomer looked towards him. �Impersonating a federal officer Bobby? Didn�t
know you had it in you.�

Bobby snorted. �Figured you could use some
help.�

Finally finding the key, Bobby freed Dean
from his restraints.

�Christo� said Dean, rubbing his wrists to
get the blood flowing.

Bobby simply raised his eyebrows.

Dean shrugged. �Can�t be too careful. By the
way, how did you know --?��

�Where you were? You mean aside from the
fact that the cabin address you told me to look up is, I don�t know� an
address?� Bobby�s gruff, sarcastic reply almost made Dean smile.

�No, I mean, how�d you know I�d been
arrested?�

Bobby paused, as if considering his words
carefully. �Local police scanner.�

Dean didn�t quite accept the answer, but Bobby held up his hand.
�Later, let�s just get the hell outta Dodge.�

***

They didn�t stop driving until they�d crossed three state lines. But
as soon as they�d entered their lodgings for the night, Dean had his hands
fisted into Bobby�s jacket, a desperately wild look in his eyes.

�Back there� when I asked you how you knew I�d been arrested, what
weren�t you telling me? Does this have anything to do with Sammy?�

Bobby seemed surprised that Dean had held out this long before
demanding an explanation. �After you asked me to find out everything I could on
that cabin, I got a text message.�

�What�d it say?�

�Go straight to jail. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.�

Dean must have looked as confused as he felt, because Bobby went on.
�Yeah, I know, I didn�t get it either. Then later I got a phone call from
someone telling me to pass you a message, that Sam wants you to check your e-mail. I figured it was the bastard
who took your brother.�

�Did you trace the call?�

�I�m old, but I�m not senile, boy.�

�Nothing?� Dean�s voice was almost pleading.

Bobby said nothing, but his eyes told a different story. �Anyway,
been wondering how he knew about me. So I figured you need �,� Bobby paused
clumsily, �you might want some help� he amended.

�Thanks� Dean said grudgingly. While part of him was glad at Bobby�s
offer for help, another part of him, the irrational part, resented the fact
that Bobby thought he couldn�t look after his own brother.

But you did lose him�came the niggling voice at the back of his head. Dean ignored it.

�Wait, he told you to tell me to check my e-mail?� Without waiting
for an answer, Dean strode towards his duffle, taking out Sam�s laptop with
shaking hands.

Bobby moved to take the laptop from Dean�s hands, and Dean allowed
the gesture, feeling slightly disconnected as he watched Bobby place the laptop
on the table and boot up the system. It felt strange to be in a motel room with
a person who wasn�t Sam, and even stranger to see someone other than his
brother on the laptop.�

�Dean,� Bobby said gently, swivelling the laptop around to face
Dean.

Dean gave him a shaky nod of thanks before logging onto his e-mail
account. There was only one unread message with a photo attachment. Mentally
preparing himself for the worst, he double clicked on the attachment.

And there was Sammy, naked, except for the bandages covering various
parts of his body. He�d clearly been crying hard, the rims around his eyes red
and his cheeks pale and blotchy. A bloodied whip lay across his chest. There
was also a caption underneath the photo, �I�ll
never let him go.�

Dean let out a guttural cry, pushing away from the table with such
force, he almost overturned it.

The next thing he knew, Bobby had a hand on his shoulder, gripping
tightly. �Dean -�

Dean shrugged the hand off angrily, storming out of the room and
slamming the door behind him.

***

Bobby felt a pang in his heart.

When John Winchester first came knocking on his door, two young boys
in tow, Bobby never expected those boys to worm their way into his heart the
way they had. But with the elder�s cheek and the younger�s sweet personality,
the Winchester boys were like the sons he never had. Now one of them was missing
and the other was spiralling out of control.

It looked like Bobby had made the right choice in coming here after
all. Dean did need his help.

***

Chris drained his wine glass, placing it on the table before
reaching out to brush Sam�s bangs out of his eyes. He watched Sam�s eyelids
flicker, excited at the prospect that his beloved was waking soon.

Sammy had scared him last night. To see him with his eyes open like
that� without seeing anything around
him� But Sam had proved himself to be a stubborn young man. He needed a firm
hand teaching him, leading him, making
him learn his place� even if it was through pain. Chris just needed to make
sure he didn�t get too carried away again. He didn�t think he could bear it if
he lost Sammy, to never be able to taste those lips, never feel that sweet ass
again.

�Morning, Sammy.� He moved to straddle the boy who blinked at Chris
owlishly, hazel orbs glazed with pain.

Chris took that angular, sweet face in his hands, looking deeply
into Sam�s eyes, feeling as if he could drown in them. He saw a myriad of
emotions in those eyes; pain, fear, sadness. Chris wondered how a person could
feel so many emotions at the same time. He supposed that was all part of Sam�s
allure.
��
�I�m sorry. I won�t do it again. Please. Don�t. I can�t � it hurts.�

�I don�t want to hurt you
Sammy.� Chris was pleased when Sam fell silent at once. He watched those eyes
carefully, thrilled to see that his Sammy was starting to believe his words.
�But you must learn to be a good boy. So I�m gonna have to read you the rules,
okay?�
�
Sam was trembling so hard that the bed underneath them was shaking.
�Please. Please.�

Chris ignored him, lining his weeping cock up at Sam�s abused
entrance. He�d slicked Sam�s hole while he was unconscious, not wanting to have
the boy in tears again right away. As he pushed roughly into the tight body
beneath him, he saw a new emotion enter those expressive eyes � confusion. It
exhilarated him.
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