The pounding in his head was horrific, if this is what Sam's visions had been like then he was glad it wasn't his burden! He was drifting, not wanting to wake up because of the migraine currently thrashing him but not wanting to fall back to sleep because he wanted to make sure Sam was ok...

Sam!

He remembered now, what had they done to him? Was he still here? Dean came back to complete consciousness as his big brother instincts kicked in.

"Sam? Sammy?" He jerked his head over to Sam's bed which shot a blinding pain to his head, dammit what had they given him. When he looked , Sam wasn't there! A little more slowly this time, he gazed around the room, he wasn't in his bed. He saw that the door had been left ajar. He heard the faint sound of a van pulling out of the motel parking lot as he looked outside. He was instantly worried, despite his protesting head Dean sat up, cautiously checking the room, then reaching for the phone, he was gonna need help on this one...

"Dean?"

" Bobby... I... Its Sam.."

"Calm down son, you don't sound in good shape yourself, what happened? Where are you?"

Dean explained the situation in detached sentences because any more than that would knock him out. A slow feeling of guilt crept over Dean as he realised that this was his fault, he should have been more careful and listened to Sam! Why was that kid always right, he wouldn't hear the end of it afterwards!

"Dean, you still there?"

"Yeah..,. Bobby.. How long?"

"50 minutes, hang on till I get there..." Then under his breathe "Idjits"

Sam groaned as he opened his eyes and took in his surroundings, he instantly felt a firey pain all the way up his arms as he started to feel the cold metal binding his wrists and leaving him hanging from the ceiling, his feet only just touching the ground. He blinked several times before realising that he could see, it was just the darkness surrounding him that prevented home from seeing anything but nothing! Light flooded through a doorway as it was opened and a silhouetted figure approached him, he could see easier now! He guessed he was in a basement and prayed Dean would find him.

"Hello Sam, remember me? No, you probably don't, but I know you!"

"What? Where am I? What have you done with Dean?..." Sam struggled but forced the words out, not wanting appear weak as he pushed the pain back as far as it would go.

"He's fine, just where we left him, in fact we didn't need to do anything! He would never find you here! Don't you remember?" He asked with an inquisitive tone

"N..no why would I?"

Sam groaned as he realised who it was..

" Zac? Why?"

Zac had been Jess' ex before him, though he had never met him he had heard his voice before..

Jess panicked as the phone rang, Sam didn't know who it was but guessed it was no one friendly by the panicked expression on her face..

"Zac... What do you want?"

"Nothing, not from you, from your boyfriend, just tell him to give you up, I need you Jess!"

Jess sighed , they were done with and had been for over 3 years , she had coped ok but clearly he hasn't. Sam reasuringly put his hand on her shoulder, relaxing a little under his hold.

"Look... Its time you moved on now! Its been too long and I love Sam too much to turn away from him"

"Jess, look..."

Sam took the phone from Jess' hand

"Hello this is Sam, if she said to leave you alone then do it or you'll have me to answer to!" Sam's calm voice came close to threatening and he could feel anger build up even from down the line

"The hell you can't tell me what to do, I got to her first Winchester, I heard all about you, mark my words I'll find you!"

-8 months later-

Sam stood silently by the black impala not knowing that Zac was there watching, this was Sam's fault, Jess wouldn't have died if she hadn't had been with Sam, and swore that one day he would take his revenge!

"That's right, you remember now, I never got over her leaving me, and when you went and got her killed ... "

"Look, I had nothing to do with it.."

"LIAR!" Screeched Zac as he punched Sam, then again and kept going to his anger left him, like a punch bag! Sam's face flashed with pain each time he was punched, the guy was strong and fuelled with adrenaline, and Sam was helpless! He let out a low groan as he remembered Jess again, it was over 5 years ago now but he had never really recovered from it, even after they had shot the demon. He felt blood trickle from his nose as he was hit once more, but it didn't hurt, not really, not in comparison to the throbbing in his arms, he tried placing his feet on the floor only to realise that for once in his life he wasn't tall enough! He kept silent, no wanting to aggravate his attacker any more. But his heart sped up as he heard the glint of metal and saw the shine of a knife, he wasn't gonna die, not yet!

"No, look you don't have to do this!"

"Of course I do, don't worry, I'll make it nice and slow!

To be continued...

I'll try and finish the next chapter by tonight, (UK time ) so I don't have to keep you waiting too long :)