Sam woke up with a bounding headache. The last thing he remembered was being in the living room with Adam and things started to get fuzzy and he blacked out. He tried to massage his temple, but was surprised when he felt resistence. He tried to move his arm, but felt like something was holding them back. It was then that he noticed that he was not in the living room, but some sort of basement with wooden shelves, tools, and a large vat of boiling wax. He felt a cold draft and looked down at himself, only to find he was completely stripped on his clothing, laying naked on a cold metal table, his arms and legs strapped to the sides. he bucked, trying to break the bounds when he heard whimpering.
Alarmed, Sam looked around to find his younger brother hanging by his arms. Adam looked bruised, duck tape sealing his mouth, and his trousers were missing. But was got Sam worried was the man dressed in a tattered white lab coat, with a hat covering his head, and messy, stringy black hair covering his face. He man had a hot knife in his hands, sliding the flat end against Adam's cheek.
"Get away from him!" Sam demanded. The caretaker turned to look at him, and Sam swore he was staring into hollow holes instead of eyes.
"Look who finally woke up." the caretaker said. He walked over and roughly took a hold of Sam's face, moving it left and right to examine him. Sam tried to struggle, but the man held his face with an iron grip. "Yes, you do have a handsome face. Better with your eyes open."
"What do you want from us?" Sam asked.
"From you? To immortalize you in wax. To continue with my ever going collection."
"You can't be serious. You've seen one too many horror movies." Sam remarked. "You can't encase someone in wax and expect them to last forever."
"Of course not fool! I'm an alchemist. I turn flesh to wax. Though I have yet to find a way to prevent them from having their mind and life in tact, but the job is done." the caretaker explained, running his hand down Sam's chest towards his lower region.
"Don't touch me you pervert!"
the caretaker laughed. He firmly gripped Sam's private, making the hunter jerk and freeze him from the horribly cold touch.
"You are in no position to talk. Especially after raping your own brother."
"what? What the hell are you talking about?" Sam growled. The caretaker laughed, letting go of Sam and walking over to Adam, who Sam just noticed had a tired, glazed look in his eyes.
"You pricked you finger and on special toxin that made you sexually active. As you mind took a nap, your body...well, found the closest thing to hump. Right Luke." the caretaker asked Adam, making the boy flinch. Sam looked horrified at the news.
"Liar! I'd never do that!"
"Of course you wouldn't. But in my house, anything can happen. Isn't that right Luke?" the caretaker asked Adam. Sam kept wondering why the man was calling Adam Luke. Maybe mistaken identity? The caretaker walked up to his work bench and picked up a syringe. At the same time, Sam and Adam could hear a voice above them. Sam realized it was Dean.
"DEAN! DEAN WE'RE IN THE BASEMENT!" Sam shouted. He didn't see Adam's panicked look or hear the blond's muffled cries to stop. The caretaker laughed.
"Just what I hoped for. Now I won't have to come looking for that other boy. Three for one deal!" he said. Sam looked alarmed, noting his error. Before he could warn Dean, who sounded like he was just at the door, the caretaker injected him with the contents of the syringe. Sam gasped in surprise.
"wha....Uh...."
"My own special formula. You won't be able to move anything but your eyes. Enjoy watching me collect your older brother. And you both can watch me convert you all. You enjoy an eternity in my house as I suck out your energy to sustain my immortality."
The caretaker went into the shadows just as the door opened.