Severing the Connection

By PaBurke

Summary: What if after Sam was kidnapped, things went Ireally/I wrong for Dean as well.

Spoilers: Freak Nation of Dark Angel, All Hell Break Loose part I of Supernatural. Prequel to Making a Connection.

Warnings:

Disclaimer: None of this eye candy is bring me money, I'm not a pimp.

Distribution: The Nook, Crossroads lj

"Sammy!" Dean yelled out of the back of the diner. Everyone was dead inside. It had happened so fast. At least, Dean could reassure himself that Sam wasn't one of the massacred. There were no tracks, no trail, no nothing. That didn't dissuade Dean though, he kept looking. He figured that even a demon would get tired after carrying Sam's giant body around for a while.

He finally did find a trail, but he could tell that these people walking in formation weren't carrying his brother, none of the feet sank into the leaves enough and none of the footprints were big enough to be Sam's.

Where was Sam?

And why were people walking in formation out in the middle of nowhere?

Where was Sam?

Then he got jumped.

Dean managed to disable (or kill) four members of the (human) party before he was put down on the forest floor. He spit out leaves and moved his head to look around. What he saw gave him more energy and a really big incentive to move. "Lydecker. How did you catch up to us?"

The man leaned down, well out of reach. "A little birdie told me." He smiled. "The man wanted you far away from your younger brother and had found out that I had my own incentive to keeping you."

"I am going to kill you," Dean promised the man.

"Drug him," Lydecker ordered.

Dean remembered calling out for Sammy –warning him- and then no more.

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Dean knew that he wasn't really awake but floating a bit. Lydecker had a huge array of drugs at his disposal. Who knew what they had pumped into him this time? Dean started to struggle.

Sammy.

The yellow-eyed demon had him.

Sammy.

The demon wanted Dean far away.

Sammy.

Somewhere where Dean couldn't save his brother.

Sammy.

Trying to divide the brothers. They were stronger together.

Sammy!

He had to save his brother

Oh, Sammy.

He would save his brother.

Dean?

Sammy!

How come you can talk to me telepathically?

Dean nearly snorted at his brother's first question. Are you safe? Where are you? How close is the yellow-eyed demon?

He could hear his brother's chuckle. I'm in Cold Oak, the ghost town. I'm currently safe. I'm with others like me. Andy's here. So is Ava. The yellow-eyed demon is on the edge of town killing the individuals that try to leave. A shudder. Making an example of them. He's telling each one that only one will get out alive and that each one is his favorite.

The demon's plan was so clear from Dean's POV. He's trying to divide and conquer. He made you, and individually, he's stronger than all of you, but once you work together, you're stronger than him and he can't let that happen. He sold me to someone who wants to use me because Winchesters are stronger together.

Sam's outrage was easy to pick up. He sold you? To who? Someone wanted to buy you?

You're hysterical, Einstein. Work with the others, get yourself out of there, kill the yellow-eyed demon and then you can laugh at me.

We're coming, Dean.

We're coming.

Dean floated on that surety.

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Dean… Dean… DEAN!

Five more minutes, Sammy, Dean muttered. He couldn't seem to pull his body to wakefulness.

But his sneaky little brother wasn't waiting. He knew how to peak his brother's attention. You were right.

Of course, I was, Dean grinned slightly and was aware of a flurry of movement outside of his body. About what?

We were stronger when we worked together. Jake, Andy and I killed him. A confusion of emotions flooded Dean.

What about the Colt… and the chick?

The yellow-eyed demon had it with him. He needed it for something, I still don't know for what yet. It still had the one bullet it left. I used it on him.

That's my boy. The chick?

He could feel Sam's disappointment/fear/sadness. She had gone bad, she had killed several of the other ones like us over the last several months. We caught her when she was trying to kill Andy. Ol' Yellow Eyes had gotten to her. Jake snapped her neck. She's dead too. It's over, Dean. The yellow-eyed demon is dead. Dead.

Dead, Dean echoed. He was pleased.

It's over. We just have to come get you and then… Dean could feel the bright, classic 'Sammy smile' here. We'll just have to live. You and me. We get a life now.

That's cool, Dean slurred.

So where are you? Sam asked and Dean could feel his brother opening his eyes and looking around.

Dude! Boundaries!

You don't know how to do this yet and I need the Intel to rescue you.

Dean hitchhiked while Sam took his soul floating through the military complex. The more he saw, the more he was frightened. He saw so many soldiers and most of them children. They were really fast and really strong. Then he saw Lydecker setting a trap for his Sammy.

That was not going to happen.

Who's Lydecker? Sam asked.

Don't come looking for me, Dean ordered as he concentrated on closing down the connection.

Dean, no. Sammy struggled and argued predictably enough.

Have your life, Sammy.

Dean. Dean!

Dean cut off his brother and his only hope for rescue. Oh, did it hurt. He felt like he had just gnawed off an arm. He hoped that his sacrifice wouldn't be in vain. Dean knew that Lydecker would have made it difficult to find them. Dean only hoped that Sam didn't have enough clues to find him on his own. He was still doing an out-of-body when he came across a kid. (Maybe Sam wouldn't be able to find him if he wasn't home.)

Crying. The kid was crying.

Dean really didn't want to see anyone crying right now or he might just join them. And he wasn't a girl. So he did the next best thing. Hey. Dude.

The kid looked at Dean warily. Who are you?

I'm Dean. Who are you?

I'm X-5 493.

Dude, what's your name. A number is not a name.

The boy looked at him curiously. You're too nice to be a Nomaly, but I'm in Psy-ops sleeping. Is this a test?

The boy was exasperating almost to the point Sammy had been at that age. I'm no 'Nomaly' whatever that is. I told you. I'm Dean. And this isn't a test. So tell me your name.

The boy looked around warily.

What's your name? Come on. They've kept me asleep since I've gotten in here and it doesn't look like they plan on changing their plans anytime soon. I can't rat you out to anyone.

My name is Ben.

Nice to meet you, Ben. How would you like to play cards?

Cards? What are those and where would we get some?

There's always cards in my head, kid. And sure enough, Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a deck of cards. How about some poker?

Poker?

Poker. Don't worry. You are going to be great at this game.

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