Hey, I HAVE updated some of my older fics, so there. I still need to update some more but I remember how much I love reading mentally unstable Sam, is that wrong of me? And realized I hardly have any fics like that so here I go :) Of course it's not going to start out like that, it'll take time to get to mentall retarded Sam. :)
Prologue
Sam groaned as he woke in a cage. Dazed like he looked around. Where the hell was he? His head was swimming but he stiffened when he heard doors opening. Quickly he backed up as far as he could as he saw figures walking towards him. What the hell? They looked human! But they couldn't be human...could they? The cage door opened and one of the humans came in, his lips curled in a twisted smile.
"Welcome to your new life," he said calmly. "I'm sorry you don't have company, that'll change in time."
"What do you want?" Sam said, his voice shaking as he saw another human enter. Both of them sniggered.
"We've already gotten what we want," the other sneered. "You. You're gonna be a fun one to play with and to break, that's for sure. " Sam sat up when they came forward to him and quickly he raised his arms in self defense and used his fists to fight both of them. But they were too strong, and he had been out of pratice. They grabbed him and roughly turned him around. As one started to beat him the other, to his horror, started to rape him. He closed his eyes as he continued to fight, desperatly praying that Dean would find him before it's too late.
Panic filled Dean as he realized that he couldn't find Sam. He thought of going to the nearest police station for help.
No something told him. Stay away from the law. All hunters hated lawmen on instinct. They wouldn't know what took him. They wouldn't be looking for a monster or a demon. They'd be looking for a human.
He scanned the road and his eyes widened at tire tries that were headed in the middle of no where. Instinct told him to follow them. Even though he wasn't much of a praying man, he prayed that he was making the right decision by not going to the police. If he wasn't, he had a sinking feeling Sam would pay for that mistake, with his life. Dean decided he had to have help. He couldn't do this alone. Quickly he called their father's number and left a voice message.
When they had finished beating and raping him they left him stripped of his clothing as they locked him in the cage.
Sam groaned and flinched at the wounds was now starting to hurt.
"Please Dean," he whispered as he shivered, never feeling more alone. "Please...hurry."
Despite it being short and my thousand other stories, anyone still interested?