Innocence Defiled

Disclaimer: I own nothing, I know nothing, and I want everything. Sigh I just play with them and the themes of the show and then send the boys back home.

Wee!Chester: Dean is 7 and Sam is 3

Author's Note: Not too sure where this story will go or for how long, it came to me in my Romantic Movement lecture this afternoon, from something my lecturer said ... The poet Wordsworth was famous for his ideal of the child, I kindof hope that this will do it justice.

Author's Note: Please accept the biggest of apologies for the lateness, househunting, studying and writing don't mix so good! LOL But I will be making it up for it in the weeks to come.

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Chapter Three

Earlier:

Dean felt the van lurch and quickly wrapped his arms around Sammy and tried to keep them stable as the van swerved violently.

'S-Sammee s-scared.' Sammy screamed as the van seemed to speed up and swerve again this time dislodging the boys crashing them against the wall.

'Shh Sammy it's gonna be okay.' Dean tried to soothe the terrified toddler when there was a loud bang and hissing sound and the van careened out of control. 'Hang on to me Sammy!' Dean yelled as he tightened his grip and tried to ignore his own pain as well as Sammy's agonised cries.

The van became airborne and then started to roll, tossing the boys around like rag dolls in the back of it. The last thing Dean remembered seeing was Sammy crashing against the wall of the van and then nothing as darkness surrounded them.

Dust settled around the now still vehicle, on the side and crammed up against a thick tree trunk. Silence descended on the stretch of road the only sound was the dripping of gas, as it dribbled through a broken fuel pipe. A crack of thunder sounded in the distance but everything stayed so still, no wind, no movement, no sounds of wildlife, just still.

Hours passed before the cries of a small boy sounded, at first tiny whimpers of pain and fear that soon turned into full scale screams. 'Deanie!'

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Present:

John sat next to Bobby and stared at the passing traffic, they waited impatiently, at the rendezvous but no one else showed no phone calls nothing. The designated time came and went and still nothing.

'Something's wrong Bobby, I can feel it.' John said scrubbing at his face with the palm of his hand and tossed the now empty coffee cup onto the backseat.

'Hey this aint no tip.' Bobby grumbled, 'tell me again about this guy.'

'Lou Stayers, his kid Frank aged about eighteen I guess, got mixed up with some stupid kids messing with séances and got himself a nasty poltergeist, I managed to hunt it down and got rid of it but the stupid kid decided that he wanted to hunt too. Went off half-cocked and got himself torn into pieces by a Wendingo, so Lou got into his head that I was the one who caused Frank's death.'

'Lou Stayers why does that name sound so familiar.' Bobby tugged thoughtfully at his beard and stared at John's profile. 'I remember hearing talk of that, ah shit.'

'What? What is it Bobby?'

'Lou Stayer after his kid died got in with a hunter the name of Scott Flynn nasty piece of work; I had a run-in with him a while back. Sadistic son-of-a-bitch, he tortured a young man who was possessed by a minor demon. Should have just been a simple exorcism but he had to cut the kid up just for fun.'

'And he's ... ah shit Bobby, why my boys?'

'I'd say that Flynn got into this guy Lou's ear and ... Flynn does care if it's kids or if it's even supernatural. Just as long as he can get his jollies off.'

'That's why they said to involve you in this? Coz you and Flynn have history?'

'Yeah, damn me I shoulda killed him and not just wing him.' Bobby shook his head and sighed deeply, 'I am so sorry John.'

'Something's definitely wrong Bobby, they have been too persistent something ...'

'Okay we back trace down the road and see if we can see anything.' Bobby started the car and pulled out onto to the road heading back the way they came.

John aimed the spotlight along the roadside as the sunset blazed across the horizon, with storm clouds, dark, heavy and pendulous gathering in the distance, and bright flashes of lightening foretelling of what's to come later in the night.

'Bobby we have to ...' John sat up and stared intently, 'stop, Bobby stop.'

'What? What is it?'

'Tracks looks like something went off the road here.' John scrambled at the door handle before Bobby could come to a complete stop.

'Dammit John.' Bobby grumbled as he pulled up and jumped out to catch up with his frantic friend. 'Here.' He slammed a flashlight in John's hand and followed the fresh tracks down the embankment.

'Bobby.' John stopped and pointed at the remains of a van smashed against a tree, 'oh God.' He shook himself and took a deep breath to head off the rising nausea and weakness, breaking into a sprint he covered the short distance to the crashed vehicle and stared into the blood-spattered and shattered windscreen, 'dammit, Bobby Lou's dead.'

'Ya sure it's him?'

'Yeah, the boys ...'

With their combined strength, Bobby and John managed to pull open the jammed rear doors, with his stomach performing somersaults John lifted his flashlight to check out the interior, 'Dean? Sammy?'

'John they're not there.' Bobby said as he gently laid a hand on his friend's shaking arm.

'So much blood Bobby.' John whispered his gaze riveted on the back of the van, with dried blood splashes covered it like paint; the slightly sweet smell of urine permeated the air and mingled with the copper stench of blood. 'Where are they Bobby?'

'Tracks leading this way John.' Bobby said pointing in front of where he squatted, 'looks like the boys ... made their way.'

'One set of prints but deep in the ground, Dean must be carrying Sammy.' John muttered his fingers ghosting over the footprint, 'blood spots.'

Bobby stood and shone his light over the area ahead of them, 'ah damn it John there's another set of prints here ... adult sized.'

'No, no not that ...'

'I'd say it's Flynn.' Bobby said and stared out into the encroaching darkness, 'it's night, storms coming and that sadistic bastard is tracking the boys.'

'Just how good is he?'

'Sadistic, murderous and malicious, he's like a pit-bull once he gets fixed on something he don't let go for anything or anyone.'

'These are two small boys Bobby.'

'And he ... dammit John he's an expert in weaponry, tracking, hunting and he always seems to be just out of reach of the law.'

'And he's picked up from where that bastard Stayers left off.' John swallowed deeply but he felt the contents of his stomach start on the fast way out; up.

He staggered away from the crash site and dropped to his knees, after letting his stomach empty violently he sat back on his heels and ran the back of his hand across his mouth. 'This is all my fault Bobby.'

'What?'

'It's all my fault.' John said turning bloodshot and red-rimmed eyes to his old friend, 'if I hadn't gone off and left the boys alone like that. I mean damn it Bobby they're only little boys who does that? How can I call myself their father and do that to them?'

'How can you play the self-pity party when your sons need you?' Bobby growled, he covered the distance between them and grabbed John by his jacket lapels and hauled him to his feet. 'Pull yerself together man.'

'Sammy's only three Bobby, he's only three years old.'

'And he has Dean with him, and we're gonna find him, you're the one who trained Dean, you're the one who instilled in him what to do, so you can freaking well pull it together and git to it, preferably before that storm hits.'

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Earlier:

Dean could hear Sammy calling his name but he just wanted to sleep a little longer, then he heard the fear and pain filling his brother's sobs and he cracked open his eyes.

'Deanie no go, Deanie no go.' Sammy sobbed his little fist hitting Dean's chest.

'S-Sammy?' Dean frowned and tried to remember what happened, 'you okay little dude?'

'Sammee s-scared, hurts ... hurts all over.' Sammy emphasised by moving his good hand in a big circle. 'Deanie owie?'

'Big owies.' Dean winced and slid his hand up, as he tried to gauge his own body's damage. 'Very big owies, Sammy your arm and leg?'

'My arm gone.' Sammy said simply looking forlornly down at his offending limb, 'don't feel it.'

'Ah don't hurt at all?'

'Nah, but ummm Sammee had axe-dent.'

'Axe-dent? Accident?' Dean lifted his hand amazed at how heavy it felt and touched Sammy's cheek, 'Sammy the bad men?'

'Nuhhuh meanies gone?'

'Dunno little dude, but we gotta get outta here.' Dean went to sit up and then paled and dropped back breathing heavily, his chest hurt and he could feel the sharp pointy bit of a broken rib sticking him.

'Deanie? No Deanie no go.' Sammy sobbed as he watched Dean's eyes slide shut and his head roll to the side. 'No Deanie!'

Sam sat huddled next to Dean's side, his broken arm cradled against his belly and his hurt leg stuck out straight, his tears finally dried made his skin feel tight on his face and made it hurt even more. 'Daddee?' He whispered, 'puhleaze find Deanie and Sammee.'

'Sammy?' Dean moaned and rolled his head towards his baby brother's voice, 'Sammy?'

'Deanie wakey?' Sammy mumbled but when his brother didn't answer he whimpered and felt the tears fall again, sliding his thumb in his mouth he sat by his brother and waited for daddy to come and save them.

'Sa-Sammy?' Dean's eyes snapped open and he stared up at his brother's face with large unfocused eyes.

'Deanie? No Deanie no go no more.'

'Sammy, hey, hey it's okay.' Dean pushed himself up to sit against the floor of the van what now doubled as the side. 'Look Sammy see I'm better now.'

'No, no Deanie hurts.' Sammy hiccuped as he tried to control his crying, 'big boys no cry.' He whispered to himself.

'Sammy listen to me we gots to get going ... dunno when the meanies are gonna come back.'

'But daddy no find Deanie an' Sammy?'

'He'll find us Sammy, he's Superdaddy.' Dean said as he gradually pushed himself up to stand, then holding his breath he bent over and held his hands out to his brother, 'come on Sammee.'

'An' where do you two runts think ya'll going?' A rough voice came from the back of the van, the two boys turned horrified to see one of the mean men who hurt them standing at the doors he grinned menacingly at them, 'seems like I gots a perfect cage for ya two.'

'Leave us alone.' Dean yelled pushing himself in front of Sammy.

The man laughed and slammed the door shut effectively sealing the two boys inside, 'now don't you two go anywhere.' He yelled and then they could hear him walking away and trying to get a signal on his cell.

'We gots to get outta here fore he gets back.' Dean said, 'be right back Sammy.'

'No Deanie no go.' Sammy huffed his tears threatening to fall again.

'Just seeing if we gots another way out.' Dean swallowed hard and tried to ignore the dizziness and pain rattling through his fine frame. He climbed over the back of the cab seats and squeezed through to the front of the van. His eyes bugged out when he saw the dead body of Lou at the steering wheel, his face all squished and covered in blood, his neck twisted and head angled unnaturally. With his stomach twisting and turning Dean glanced over his shoulder at the pale face of his brother and then at the body in front of him.

'Sammy we can get outta here but I needs ya to do a favour for me.'

'Okkies Deanie.'

'When I bring you through here can ya keep ya eyes tight shut?'

Sammy nodded and squeezed his eyes closed just like Deanie told him to, he felt his brother lift and carry him and he clung with his good hand to his brother's shirt. 'Sammy not scared.' He whispered in Dean's ear.

Then he felt Dean lift him and push him through to the other side of the seats, Sammy lay there panting and waited for Deanie, his eyes still tightly closed, 'Deanie?'

'Nearly there Sammy.' Dean ground out the words as he pushed himself back through the opening, a small gasp escaped from his lips as he moved one of his broken ribs.

Bit, by bit they managed to clamour out of the van, breathing heavily Dean dropped to his knees and got Sammy to climb up on his back, after a couple of aborted attempts Dean managed to get to his feet and stagger away from the crash site.

Scott finished calling for assistance and started back to the van, he kept cursing the old fool for losing control with the blow out, the blood running down from his forehead a constant reminder of just how stupid the old prick was. He grinned though as he recalled snapping Lou's neck, 'put him outta his misery.' He laughed aloud, 'now them kids are all mine.'

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Present:

Dean staggered and dropped down onto his knees as he finally gave way to his pain, 'sorry dude.' He whispered as fell backwards.

'Deanie?' Sammy cried out as he watched his brother fall backwards, his freckles prominent against the pallor of his skin made it look like paper, he had big bruises around his eyes as well over his face, with the injuries from the beatings and then the accident his big brother looked to weird for little Sammy to understand.

'Sammy? Come here kiddo.'

'Sammee scared Deanie.' Sammy pushed his little bottom into the air and tried to stand up, his injured leg wobbled and nearly buckled under him but he managed to lurch towards Dean before it did. 'Sammy hurts.'

'Where?' Dean tried to sit up but he was too dizzy so he decided just to pull himself up to his shoulders and rest against the big rock. 'Show Deanie.'

Sammy sniffed and pulled up his T-shirt, 'here's Deanie.' He pointed to the bruise covering his entire torso from shoulders to his hips. Some parts of the bruise looked black and spongy, the rest of it varied in colour from pale blue through to purple.

'Sammy? When?'

'In da car.' Sammy's lower lip started to quiver, 'my arm gone, my belly hurts an' my leg feels funny.'

'Aw Sammy come here.' Dean held his hand out and waited for Sammy to crawl against Dean and laid his head on his brother's belly.

'Deanie? Sore?' Sammy asked trying to twist around to see his brother's face, when he went rigid and gasped, 'De?' He whimpered as his little head dropped back onto Dean and his hurt arm slid to hang limply at his side.

'No, Sammy please, no.' Dean cried and finally let his own tears fall as he tangled his fingers in Sammy's hair. 'Where are ya daddy?' he cried heaving heavy sobs that made his chest hurt even more but he didn't care anymore. 'God please, send daddy to find us Sammy needs him.' Dean yelled out looking up at the darkening skies, 'mommy said that there's angels looking after us, I want angels to bring daddy here.'

In the distance, the clouds rolled in, bringing with them the bright forks of lightening and too loud claps of thunder. The wind stopped and all of the animals and birds seemed to disappear with the approaching storm.

Dean tightened his grip on his brother's shoulders and finally felt himself slide into the darkness, no longer able to keep himself awake. The only protection nature afforded the two Winchester brothers was a large rock they laid against and the boughs of a tree that seemed to know what it had to do, and leaned over its precious charges and protect them from impending danger.

TBC