Hey everyone. I want to thank everybody for all their reviews of this story. I had actually forgot I had written it. I'm deleting it and re-posting it, because I think I can do a better job. Please read and review and I hope you like it.

Sheila

Night Falls

Chapter 1

Dean slowly opened his eyes, looking around. Where was he, how did he get there, and more importantly, what was he doing there? He tried his best to remember, but everything was fuzzy and he was finding it hard to concentrate. He looked around again. He was in a small room, lying on a hospital bed complete with four rails, three of which were down. There was a single light bulb hanging down from the middle of the room with a string used for turning the light off and on.

Groaning inwardly, he winced, the pain in his head telling him in no uncertain terms that he had been hit from behind. Attempting to sit up, he noticed something wrong. He couldn't. Looking down at his ankle, a shackle had been placed on one of his legs and attached to the one rail that was still up. He could sit up in the bed but couldn't put his feet down on the floor.

Glancing around quickly, lifting his head off the pillow, he moaned and lay it back down again. The pounding became worse. Experimentally, he tugged at the shackle, trying to get away, but it was no use. He couldn't.

Dean looked around the room again and suddenly became afraid because he was alone. "Crap," he said, nervously. Where the hell is my brother? "Sam?"

He started to call out but thought better of it. He didn't want anyone to know he was awake. He had to get away and find his brother.

Raising his head again, straining his neck, the door to the room opened. Shocked, Dean gawked…this huge man came inside. Dean looked up because he was a giant among men. Close to seven feet tall, he had muscles on top of muscles.

Walking over to where Dean lay restrained, the man put one massive hand on Dean's chest, shoving him back down to the bed.

"Who are you?" Dean kept eye contact with the man because he wasn't sure what he was going to do. "What do you want? Where is my brother?"

"You're brother is with my men." Walking over to the other side of the bed, the man checked the shackle to Dean's leg making sure that the boy hadn't loosened it any. It was still tightly around Dean's ankle and hooked to the bedrail. The man grinned. The kid wasn't going anywhere. Satisfied he walked back around to the other side of Dean's bed.

"Look. Is Sam ok? Is he hurt? What do you want?"

"You."

The man was one of few words but Dean decided that he needed more.

"Why? What do you want with me? I want to see Sam."

"If you want to see Sam I would suggest you don't order me around. You're the prisoner here. Let's get that straight right up front. I can not and will not tolerate you ordering me around. Is that clear?"

Dean glared angrily at the guy like he'd lost his mind.

"You've got to be kidding me. Where the hell is my brother? What do you want?"

The man slapped Dean hard across the face, knocking him back against the mattress, making his ears rings. "You will see Sam when I get ready for you to. Is that understood, or do I have to beat you senseless before you realize I'm not playing games with you?"

Dean shook his head. Son of a bitch, he thought. Not only was he a prisoner but he was a prisoner of a psychopath, a crazy man bent on destruction and control.

"Who are you? Where is my brother?"

For a few minutes the man didn't offer any answers but finally told Dean, "You're brother is with my men. Tell me, do you love him, care for him?

"Yes."

"Do you want him to live?"

"What?" Dean had no idea what this asshole wanted but he knew just from the little bit he'd talked to him, that he was insane.

"You heard me. Don't make me repeat myself again."

"Yes I want him to live. What kind of damn question is that?"

"Don't piss me off or he won't." The man took a syringe off a table in the corner of the room and approached Dean.

"Wait. What are you doing?" Trying to move away, Dean had no idea who this man was but apparently he hated him and Sam with a passion. Wincing, the man inserted the needle into Dean's arm, delivering its contents into his bloodstream. He gazed up at the man one last time then passed out.

The man glared down at Dean, smiling evilly. "Soon Master and you'll have what you want. Both of them will belong to you and neither will escape." He laughed, checked the shackle again then went to introduce himself to the other one.

Walking down the hall to the far end, the man went inside, looking toward the back of the room to the man lying on the hospital bed. His men were standing guard in case he woke up. They had to be careful with this one because he could do things.

"Has he woke up?" The man checked the cuff on Sam's wrist. Sam had also been cuffed to the one bedrail so he couldn't get away.

"No, not yet." The guards stood up as the leader came into the room. "What the hell did you hit him with?"

"Same as I hit the other one with. I hit this one a little harder. We don't want him waking up unexpected. That wouldn't be good."

Grinning, the man glanced at the leader. "He hasn't stirred."

"Well go ahead and wake him up. We have some things to discuss with this one."

Nodding, the guard pulled out a small vial of ammonia, holding it under Sam's nose.

Sam sneezed and coughed violently, the offensive odor burning his nostrils. He opened his eyes and wished he hadn't. Groaning in pain, he touched his free hand to his head and the headache currently attacking it.

Glancing at the men with him, he moaned. "Who..are you?" Sam was pretty sure he didn't want to know.

The man pulled at the cuff to Sam's wrist, making sure it was secure then turned his attention to the young man lying on the bed. "You'll know soon."

Sam gazed around the room, noticing he was alone. Dean was nowhere to be found. His heart leapt to his throat. "Where am I? What do you want? Where is my brother?"

"You're full of questions, aren't you? I told you, you'll know soon."

"No. I want to see him. Is he hurt? Where is he?"

The man shook his head, grinning.

"I'll tell you like I told your brother. If you want to see him alive again, you won't piss me off, understand?"

Sam glared defiantly at the man but chose not to answer. The man grabbed Sam around the throat, squeezing, cutting off his air.

"You're the prisoner here. I won't tolerate you ordering me around. If you care about your brother and want him to remain alive, you will do exactly as I say. Do you understand?"

Sam nodded and the man let him go, then because the brothers had put him in a foul mood, he hit Sam, busting his lip.

"What do you want?" Sam had no idea but was pretty sure the guy was crazy. The man looked evilly at Sam.

"I want you and your brother."

"Why? What did we do?" Sam tried to think, to remember when he and Dean had been grabbed and why, but everything was fuzzy. He glanced around again, trying to see if he recognized the place, but it was no use. If they had ever been there before he couldn't remember.

The man pulled up a chair and sat down by Sam like they were old friends but Sam had no intentions of calling him that. The man was crazy, pure and simple, and he had a feeling that if they didn't get out of there soon, it was going to get bad. He tried to get as much information as possible.

"Who are you?"

The man didn't answer, only stared making Sam very nervous.

"Is my brother Ok?" He still got no answer. The man was looking at him so intensely that Sam actually started to squirm under his gaze. Whoever he was, it was clear that he didn't care for him or his brother much.

Racking his brain, Sam tried to figure out what he and Dean had done to make this man so mad, although, he knew exactly what Dean could do to piss somebody off.

"Sam Winchester."

"How did you know my name?"

"I know all about you and your brother. You've both made plenty of enemies, do you know that?"

Sam didn't answer. He was afraid to. He just sat there, staring. The man looked at the guard, nodding, and the guard took out a syringe. Sam got nervous and started to move away but couldn't get far. He struggled and fought but was held down while the drug was given.

Sam winced as the world turned upside down and he was out like a light.

"Wake up soon son. We have some things that we need to discuss." The man put down the syringe and left, telling the guards to let him know when he woke up again.