Title: Captive
Author: snfan75
Rating: NC-17+
Pairing: girl!Dean/omc; eventual girl!Dean/Sam
Others: girl!Dean/others (f/f; m/f)
Other characters: John, Bobby, Caleb, Missouri, Pastor Jim, OMC's
Spoilers: AU Season 2; in this verse, John did not die and Yellow Eyes was defeated; there are still Demons about, but less since Azazel's demise
In this story, Dean is 25 and Sam is 23.
Warning: SLAVE!FIC; non-con, abuse; major Dean whumpage; strong language; specific warnings at start of each chapter; VERY dark fic. You have been warned.
Disclaimers: I do not own Supernatural, Kripke, or the JJ's (unfortunately)

Note: Feedback is greatly appreciated.

Author Note: In my head, my girl!dean is a cross between actresses Emilie de Ravin and Romola Garai

I have an idea in my head what my OMC's look like (actors in Hollywood). I'm just providing my inspirations.
Character: Damien (actor Eric Mabius)

Summary: Dean Winchester was cursed on a routine hunt and changed into a woman 8 months ago. The Winchesters have attempted to find a reversal to no avail. Dean has accepted her fate and they have now returned to what they do best: hunting. Unfortunately, her trouble is just beginning. Sometimes, the Supernatural is not the only evil in this world.

“You know, with our usual playmates, there's rules, there's patterns. But with people, they're just crazy .” Dean Winchester - The Benders

Chapter 2

When Dean slowly regained consciousness, the first thing she was aware of was that she could not move her arms or legs. She groaned as her eyes fluttered open. Everything was blurry for a time and she found it difficult to focus. She shakily looked down and saw her wrists were bound to a chair, as were her legs. She had worn jeans and a t-shirt prior, but was now in a thin white short dress and she was concerned to realize that she wore no underwear or bra. 'What's going on?' She thought to herself. 'Oh, God...where's Sam?'

“You're awake.” A voice pierced the quiet and startled Dean. A man rose from a chair and walked towards her. He was a handsome, tall, lean built gentleman in a well fitted, expensive suit. His spiked hair was perfectly styled and he had piercing blue eyes. Dean tried to steel herself as he made his way towards her.

“Who the fuck are you?” She spoke as he sat in a chair in front of her. He leaned back and casually crossed his legs. He looked amused at her tone and smiled.

“Let me repeat.” Dean added. “ Who. The. Fuck. Are. You?”

“Slaves shouldn't talk that way to their masters.” He answered calmly as the smile faded from his face. The inflection of his voice and the look in his cold eyes gave Dean chills.

“Slave?” She said with confusion in her eyes. “Are you kidding me?” She paused as she tried to reign in her anger. “Where's my brother?!” Dean started struggling in her bonds. “You can't keep me here!”

“Fight all you want. It's futile.” He stood in front of the older Winchester.

“How did I get here?” Dean looked down and whispered, “I don't understand.” Dean vaguely remembered the bar and Sammy shooting pool.

The man walked over to a very ornate desk and pressed a button. After a few minutes, another man walked in the room. Dean's eyes narrowed in anger when she saw who it was: Richard.

“You're the pathetic asshole from the bar.” Dean said with some vigor. “Well, Dick, guess you can't take no for an answer.” She smirked. “Have to resort to drugging and tying girls up to get a date?”

Richard ignored her insults and turned to the other. “Told you I thought this one might be feisty.” He chuckled.

“Well.” The man laughed. “You know how I love a challenge.” The man opened up a drawer of his desk and pulled out a book. He grabbed a Mont Blanc pen and quickly wrote something. He tore it out of the book and handed it to Richard. “Well done on this one. I can always rely on you to bring me good merchandise.”

Richard glanced at the check, obviously pleased with the numbers on it. He held out his hand and the two men shook. “Pleasure doing business with you again, Damien. Let me know if I or my team can be of service to you in the future.”

“Thank you, Rich. Can you show yourself out then?”

“Yes, Sir.” Damien waited until the door shut and then he turned to face Dean again. He enjoyed watching the obvious struggle she was enduring. It was always like this at the beginning: the fear, the disbelief, the uncertainty. It was intoxicating. The journey to acceptance, that was the most enjoyable part.

“So, pet.” He sat down beside her again. “What shall we do with you first?”

“My name is Dean. Not pet, pal. Okay?” Dean glared at him. “Do whatever the fuck you think you can, because my brother will find me. And I swear to God, when he does, he will kill you with his bare hands.” She warned.

“Cute. You're very cute. But, you don't scare me little girl.” Damien leaned in. “I don't give a fuck if your name is Dean. From now on, you are whatever I call you. I own you.”

'This guy was serious' Dean thought. And for the first time since she regained consciousness, she felt fear grip her. She fought hard to fight the tears that threatened to fall. She would not let him see her cry. She refused. “Christo.” She muttered under her breath. When Dean noticed he did not flinch, her heart sank a little further. He was human.

“God can't get you out of this, sweetheart.” He said as he stroked her cheek gently. He marveled at the smoothness of her skin. Dean turned her head away from the contact, but soon found Damien strongly gripping her face in his large hand. He forced her to look at him. “You're mine, pet. For as long as I want.” He smiled and slowly withdrew his hand. He walked back over to his desk and pressed a button.

“Yes, sir?” A voice came through an intercom.

“Send in Bruno and Myrna.”

“Yes, Sir.”

A large Italian man and a stocky, tanned woman walked in and stood near Damien.

The dark haired woman appeared to be in her late forties, plump, and dressed plainly. “Yes, Mr. Stevens.” She answered in a delicate Southern drawl.

“Myrna, this is my new pet.” He pointed to Dean. “I need you to give her a wash and the usual treatment. Bruno will supervise.”

She nodded her head as she perused the new “meat”. “Yes, Sir.”

Bruno walked towards Dean. He was an imposing figure. He appeared to be even taller than Sam and at least 300 pounds. He untied Dean from her chair and attached a plain black collar to her neck. Damien handed him a leash and he attached it to a ring on the collar. He stood Dean up and began to walk her from the room. Dean tried to struggle, but he was very strong. She was lead away.

Damien smiled in anticipation as he sat at his desk. This one would be a delight to break. His musings were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Come in.”

A man holding a medical bag sauntered into the office.

“Doctor Harris.” Damien greeted his friend.

“Quite the acquisition, Damien.” The man said as he sat down in a chair in front of the desk.

He smiled. “Yes, quite a beauty, that one. So, what did you discover about her?”

“Richard did a decent job drugging her. By the time, I got her, she was sedated enough that she did not give me any trouble, but did answer a few questions.”

“Go on.”

“She said she's twenty five.” He said as he removed his glasses to clean them.

“Really. I would have guessed a bit younger.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Twenty maybe.”

“Good for her. I know you don't like them too young.”

Damien chuckled. “You're right. Too easily molded. Not enough fight in them. No, I leave the jail bait to you, Franklin.”

The doctor chuckled. “So true, so true.” He flipped open the file. “She has never been pregnant and she's not married. When we measured her, she was 5 ft 4 inches, 117 lbs.”

“Nice and tiny. Just how I like them.” Damien was pleased so far.

“Her breasts are real and on external genital exam, there were no lesions that were apparent.” He continued.

“Good. Does the carpet match the top?”

“Yes. Not a bottle blond. She's the real thing.”

“Excellent.” Damien added.

“I could not do a pelvic exam to test for other sexually transmitted diseases, though.”

Damien looked at his friend with a furrowed brow. He wanted all the new girls tested. He did not want any one with disease. “Why not?”

“Well, I catheterized her for a urine sample and she's not pregnant. Anyway, I could not insert the speculum to do a full pelvic.”

Damien was losing patience. “Again, WHY NOT?”

Franklin smiled widely. “She's a virgin.”

After a few moments, Damien smiled as well and stood in excitement. “I think that's the best news I've had in a while. Fantastic.”

“I see you are pleased. That's good.”

“I should give Richard a fucking bonus for this.” He nodded his head. “Anything else?”

“No. That's about it. I did tell Myrna to ask when the girl's last period was. I've instructed her on when to give the birth control shot, based on her last menstrual period. Wait at least a month or two before you fuck the girl so you can ensure she won't end up with a little bambino. Or, you could always use a condom if you can't wait.”

“Thanks for the safe sex talk, Doc, but I never use that shit. I can wait. There's so much to do before that.” Damien rubbed his hands together. “This is going to be fun.”

*

TBC...