Oh where, Oh where has your big brother gone?

Disclaimer: as per chapter 1

Author's Note: Sorry it has taken a wee bit longer than I wanted to update, but at the moment not only by bung shoulder which reminds me all of the time that I have typed too much ... I caught the dreaded flu bug and can only manage to concentrate on one story at a time ... But it won't keep me down for long!


CHAPTER THREE

Sam woke with a start and turned to stare at Dean's empty bed, he must have finally fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning and still no sign of Dean.

Yawning he slipped out of the bed and stretched his lanky frame, he glanced at the clock it was only six thirty in the morning. Wide awake Sam headed to the shower, as he let the hot water ease some of the tension from his back and neck he tried to work out how to find Dean.

Dressed and ready Sam headed out to get a cup of coffee and start canvassing the area, a thick envelope stuck under the windscreen wipers made him stop, his breath caught in his throat and his heart thumped even harder. Cautiously he gazed around the area to see if anyone was watching him, and then with innate caution he slid the envelope off the car and inspected it closely.

There was no postmark or stamp on it, the only marking was his full name printed in black marker pen on the front. Samuel Winchester.

Sliding behind the steering wheel, Sam tried to stop his hands shaking as he opened the small parcel. A photo tumbled out first and then he found a small typed note.

Swallowing hard he looked down at the picture, it was definitely Dean, he looked bloodied and sore but alive. Blood stained his white T-shirt in a red stream; it looked as though it came from his neck.

'Samuel

Your brother is quite amusing but rather unfortunate that he seems to attract punishment. Such a shame, for one so young to be so cynical.

Now, I do hope that you will not follow that same path, for both you and your brother's health and well-being. Please do not waste your time trying to find us and rescue him, just do as I request and I shall return him to you.

All you have to do is to get your father to come to you, however I will know if you contact the police or tell your father anything but what you are instructed.

When he arrives I shall contact you with further details on where you are to surrender your father to us and redeem your brother's life.

Also, be aware if you do not obey and do exactly what I tell you and when your brother will die, slowly and painfully. If you try to involve any police or other authority your brother will die with you name on his lips. If you try to find him and rescue him your brother will watch you die, painfully and slowly.'

'Fuck Dean.' Sam muttered through clenched teeth as he stared down at the photo, he could see the pain and frustration written across Dean's face. Suddenly without warning a headache exploded in his head, gasping audibly Sam squeezed his sensitive eyes shut from the morning sun and squeezed the bridge of his nose, not now it couldn't be happening now.

Sparks and bright light blinded him, even though his eyes remained closed. As his sight cleared he could make out shapes but everything was coloured red. Slowly the lines and contours solidified and morphed into distinct items. He could see around the room, but the perspective was all wrong. He could see himself standing across the room, he hurt all over and his neck ached from a nasty bite. Horror tinged fear started to roil in his stomach and scalding bile rose threatening to erupt. Then, the vision changed and now he was chained to a thick pole, his arms stretched and weighted beyond his endurance, his throat so dry, all he wanted was a sip of water. Then that face appeared in front of him again. Vicious fangs dripped with his blood, searing black eyes mocked him, the pain started again, his flesh splitting across his chest, spurting his precious life-force, his blood, he screamed as his legs felt like they were on fire, burning and singeing, he could smell the burning flesh.

Sam screamed and jerked upright, staring around wildly, blood dripped from his nose as he slowly became aware of his surroundings again. The vision still played in his mind, the acrid stench still thick in his nose. Moving quickly he managed to twist in his seat making sure that he didn't vomit in the car. Shaking and nauseous, Sam rested his head on the rim of the door and pulled out his mobile phone.

The recorded message he knew by heart immediately sounded, he waited until it beeped and then cleared his throat, 'Dad ... it's Sam. We have a huge problem Dad and ah I need you. The demon has Dean and will only hand him back to you. Our co-ordinates are ... 43-22.2. Dad we - I need you, it's really serious.' He admitted through clenched teeth, it went so against his grain begging his father for anything, but this time it's Dean's life.

Hanging up he dropped the phone onto the seat next to him and absently picked the photo of Dean up again. There had to be a clue in there somewhere, a sign from Dean anything to let him know what to do or where to go.

Dean groaned and tried to roll over, his neck hurt so much even swallowing was an effort. Blearily he gazed around at his new surroundings, he was in a bright bedroom, the walls painted a harsh sunshine yellow, with trims in white, and it would have been nice in its day, now it looked scuffed, old and very outdated. He was lying on a thick mattress in one corner, a door directly opposite more than likely locked and a bowl and jug sat on the floor next to him were the only other adornments in there.

Carefully he tested his arms and then his legs, this time he was not tied down which was a slight improvement, but something didn't feel right, taking a deep breath and biting back the tears he eased himself back on the mattress until his back hit the wall, resting his head he fought the nausea rising, finally he managed to stand upright, staying there for a few seconds before his legs gave way and he fell back onto mattress.

'Fuck!' He yelled as the pain speared through him. Gazing down he stared at his lower legs, his feet and ankles, why didn't he notice before? Blisters and burns covered his lower limbs, the soles of each foot raw, burnt and festering.

TBC


Another author's note!

oh btw I totally made up the co-ordinates, I have no idea whatsoever if they are actual ones or where they are, just a little fictional license!

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