Innocence Implied

Disclaimer: Don't own anything to do with Supernatural, sigh just play with the boys and then send em home again...More or less in the same condition as when I er...

Summary: Dean is 21 and Sam is 17.

This is the continuation of my Innocence Trilogy so if you haven't read them it might pay to go and read them first and then come back here. I promise the story will be here waiting for you when you get back.

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Chapter Four: When Worlds Collide

Then:

'Leave Sammy alone you fucking bastard!' Dean roared launching himself at their captor and sending them flying into the hallway. Using the momentum and surprise against Ed, Dean managed to land a couple of hard punches, dirty and sloppy but they hit home stunning the man.

'Sammy?' Dean gasped, 'come on dude we have to get outta here.' Dean turned back to Sam when he felt a hand grip his ankle, and just managed to roll with the jerking motion landing a heel kick onto Ed's stomach winding him.

'Dean!' Sam cried out the warning but was too late when another man appeared behind his brother, horrified he watched Dean collapse unconsciously to the floor blood trickling from a cut just behind his right ear.

Now:

Sam crab crawled backwards into the bedroom, unable to pull his gaze from the horrific sight in front of him. Standing next to their tormentor was one that still haunted his nightmares. That garish clown mask never forgotten that stench and that laugh Sam sobbed incoherently as he was suddenly thrown into the past, 'you're dead,' he kept repeating as he tried to hide between the drawer chests, large diamond shaped tears cascaded down his pale cheeks. 'You can't be here.'

The terrified reaction by the younger brother delighted the two monsters standing in the doorway; maniacal laughter filled the air and rivalled Sam's plaintive cries.

Ed stood with his fist curled loosely in Dean's collar; every so often he shook the semi-conscious youth trying to rouse him into another round. Until he looked at his watch, 'we have to get organised they'll be here soon.'

'No more fun?' The clown-masked man sounded as though he was pouting under the nightmare-inducing plastic mask.

'Plenty of time for that later on,' Ed glanced down at Dean, 'change of plans I think we'll introduce the boys to their new "uncles" together instead of one at a time.'

'You want to take Daniel? I think it's time I get reacquainted with Sean.' The clown laughed even harder out of the corner of his eye he glimpsed Sam's reaction to his words; the boy had certainly grown since he had last seen him. but damn, he was prettier and sexier than he ever was as a chubby toddler and showing signs of how tall he was going to be sent shudders throughout his lower body with a mere thought.

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Singer Salvage Yard

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

John took a withering breath and then rushed to the downstairs toilet, Forrest and Bobby exchanged glances, the sounds of John vomiting echoing in their ears, slowly Forrest bent down and picked up John's phone.

'What was that about?' Forrest stared at the suddenly offending device, 'call didn't last long enough to track it.'

'Forrest, I was just thinking if this bastard is doing everything by the book according to Claude then wouldn't he hide out around the same area? Or even the …'

'…same house?' Forrest finished for Bobby.

'Gah,' John staggered into the living room swiping the back of his hand across his mouth the acidic taste still attacking his senses. 'Dean … he …'

'Sit down ya idjit and drink this.' Bobby pushed a glass of brandy into John's hand and then guided him to the large overstuffed chair by the fire, he could see the tell-tale signs of shock settling over the big man.

John sipped the fiery liquid and fought to control his own black thoughts, 'it was … it was Dean he managed to get to a phone,' he took another sip and slowly raised his eyes to look at the two men in front of him, 'he – he got caught.'

'Dammit, those kids can't catch a break can they?' Forrest dropped onto the couch and scrubbed his face with the heels of his palms, 'we were just thinking …'

'…and?'

'If Ed is following in Claude's footsteps then it stands to reason that he has holed up close to where Claude was originally.'

'Do you … do you really think that?' John sniffed, he looked up at the other two men and suddenly he no longer looked like a hunter hell-bent on revenge and surrounded by death. Now, now he looked more like a terrified young father whose children were missing. His eyes bloodshot with dried tear-tracks on his cheeks, face pale and clammy with a soft sheen of sweat, his large dark green irises blown into black rings, 'do you really think that?' he rasped before dropping his gaze and swallowed the remaining brandy, 'this is my sons' lives we're talking about.'

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Claude easily picked Sam up and slung him unceremoniously over his shoulder, giving him a sharp swat across his behind as he did so. 'That's for crying like a little baby.' He hissed, 'big boys don't cry.'

Almost catatonic Sam barely acknowledged the words spoken to him or felt the sharp slap he was numb; the only tangible thought he had was that Dean was in trouble and he couldn't help him. He felt movement and was dimly aware of being carried, of how the floor seemed to be above him and the ceiling below, more than disconcerting he felt his stomach clench and rebel. Before he realised what was happening Sam started to cough and choke vomit becoming lodged in his throat. Gasping for breath he desperately tried to purge himself of the bile.

Claude opened the bathroom door just as Sam started to choke and retch disgusted he dropped the boy onto the floor, snarling in temper he pulled his mask off and threw it into the corner, this was not supposed to be happening. 'Dammit you little shit, don't you dare cop out on me now.' He twisted his fingers in Sam's long hair and roughly yanked his head back and then he forced his own fingers down the kid's throat making him gag.

Immediately he pulled his fingers out which were quickly followed by a stream of foul liquid and tiny pieces of undigested food. He stood up and towered over the youth watching him as he jerked and violently vomited on the bathroom floor.

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Dean shook his head and immediately regretted it, the pain spiked from his temples to the back of his scalp. Slitting his eyes open he tried to focus on his surroundings as the last few hours came back in violent technicolour. As his awareness grew Dean managed to open his eyes a little more, squinting heavily he tried to recognise where he was, the realisation hitting him like a jaw-breaking king hit. 'No!' he seethed struggling against his restraints, 'you fucking bastard.'

'I will not put up with that kind of language Daniel.' Ed snapped as he stepped into Dean's line of sight, 'behave or you will be punished again.'

'What the fuck is going on?' Dean yelled his gut churning out of control when he realised that Sam was not with him. 'Where's Sam? Where's my brother?'

'Your brother Sean will be along soon enough he has to have a bath and be cleaned up, we're having guests this evening.'

'Let me lose you fucking pervert and I'll show ya guests something special.' Dean snarled his upper lip curling to emphasise his threat. Ed took an involuntary step backwards when he saw the pure maliciousness radiating from Dean's glare and hardened eyes.

'This is how it is going to work Son I am going to give you a shower and clean you up … you are then going to be charming and pleasing for myself and your new Uncles. If you do not then, then your darling little brother will end up the main course in a very, very special dinner.'

'Fuck you to hell.'

'Not now my darling boy, but behave yourself and we'll see.' Ed smirked before turning the cold water tap on, the spray hitting Dean like icy bullets before the water heated up and then it rained scalding shards though he kept his gaze locked on his abuser and remained stoic as the water sluiced over him.

Ed swallowed deeply and readjusted himself before he forced himself closer to the shower, he picked up the shower gel and scrubber, grinning he watched the change in Dean's expression as he lost the belligerent look and took on a look of mixed terror and horror. 'Oh my beautiful boy, it is a shame that we don't have a lot of time.'

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Bobby hurried to his front door, determined to let rip with a tirade of abuse at the unwanted and unexpected visitor bashing the shit of his door. 'What the fuck… Josh?'

'Good to see you too Singer,' Josh smirked slightly, 'we got trouble.'

'No kidding … come on in and join the party.'

'Funny you should mention party,' Josh said mysteriously stopping when he saw an anguished looking John Winchester and Forrest Wilson police detective. 'Oh God it's true then…'

'Josh what the hell are you on about?' Bobby glared at his friend.

'Where's Dean and Sam?' Josh interrupted Bobby, 'are they here?'

'Josh man you're not making any sense.' Forrest stepped forward slightly, 'what do you know?'

'After what happened with Dean and that Ed character, I kept my ear to the ground so to speak always thought that there were more in it than what we knew.'

'Okay think you had better start from the beginning…' Forrest indicated for Josh to sit down, joining John at the kitchen table. Bobby busied himself with fixing whiskey-laced coffee passing them around before taking the last seat. Josh took a long sip of his drink, sat back and looked around at the men seated at the table.

'I kept an ear out for the rest of the paedophiles in that ring,' he started with a quick glance at Forrest.

'Hang on, ya'll know what's going on?' Bobby asked staring at Forrest.

The police officer nodded grimly, 'I knew that Josh was keeping an ear out for information. No one knows him, he's not on the force so if we do have a bent cop out there …' Forrest let his voice trail off.

'Do you mean to tell me that you've been doing this since the boys?' John rasped his voice raw and rough from exhaustion and high emotion.

'Sorry Johnny, but I didn't want to … I tried to keep the boys safe I promise John, all I wanted was to get the rest of the bastards.'

'Look argue about this later, but for now I want to hear about what Josh has learned.' Bobby jumped in silencing the brewing squabble.

Josh opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again he had to choose his words carefully, especially with the boys missing, 'there's talk of a welcome home party for Ed.'

'What do you mean? How the fuck did you find out?' John barked out the questions, 'what are you Josh?'

'Someone trying to help so shut up and listen we don't have a lot of time.' Josh snarled, 'like I said I heard from my contacts about a welcome home party, but it didn't come from … the two worlds have collided on this one.'

'Now you're just talking shit…' John had had enough pushing up on his chair he was ready to launch himself at Josh when the man's next words stunned him and had him crashing back down.

'I first got wind of possessions and a certain dead paedophile back upside, when I got hold of my contacts who were keeping an ear out for the ring … fuck basically from what I have heard and confirmed. Claude Atkins is back for all intents and purposes, suddenly Ed gets paroled and news of a party for the ring members. Now the boys missing …'

'Claude back?' John swallowed convulsively trying to keep the rising bile down, 'how? The man was dead he had a chunk of his neck blown out.'

'Connections in hell? Damned if I know but all I do know is that he is back, new meatsuit but it is him B.O. and all, he hides behind a clown's mask.' Josh met John's wild gaze and held it, 'Ed as far as I know is still human but taking all of his cues from Claude. There is one other that no one has really accounted for.'

'Who?' John and Bobby asked in unison.

'Ed had a so-called son around the same time Claude had taken Sam and Dean.' Forrest added as the pieces started to fall into place for him. 'He would have been aged between ten and twelve at the time.'

'So he would be in his mid-twenties now?' Bobby asked, 'do ya think that he's been the one doin all of the legwork for Ed?'

'He disappeared off the radar when Ed went to jail it was assumed that he was passed onto another member of the inner circle.'

'How old was he when he was taken?'

'No one knows for sure John, probably around the age Dean was Ed seemed to prefer them slightly older.'

'So this party is tonight,' Josh said as he drained his coffee, 'and I got an invite.'

TBC