Some IMTOD spoilers in this one. Enjoy x Oh yeh, usual disclaimers apply and the song is Bad Moon rising by CCR which I don't own either...pity :)

Chapter 4

Sam groaned as his consciousness returned to him, pain lancing through his pulsating head.

'I see a bad moon rising…I see trouble on the way…'

Sam scrunched his eyes shut and then forced them to open as the music wafted over him, wondering why he felt so awful, why a tiny part of him was screaming that something was horribly wrong. He forced himself to sit up realising he was in a car. What the hell…?

'I see earthquakes and lightning…I see bad times today…'

The world was spinning round him, a whirling vortex of colour and noise that waxed and waned with his darkening vision. His foggy brain finally cleared enough to remember he had crashed. Shit! What had he done…?

The door flew open.

"Get back…or I'll kill you I swear to God!" Sam's voice sounded weak to his own ears, his threat receiving a chuckle from the open door…he reached for the Colt but there was no reassurance to be had from its cold metal touch…where…?

'Don't go around tonight…it's bound to take your life…there's a bad moon on the rise…'

"Dad? Dad." Sam whispered in a croak as he glanced to his right. His Dad was out cold. Concern for his severely injured sibling overrode worry for his father. "Dean?!" he almost yelled in desperation, needing to hear his brother speak, needing to know he was ok…alive…His brother's bloody face was pale in the darkness…

"Dean?" he blinked open his heavy eyes, unaware that they had shut again. As the haze lifted from his confused gaze he realised it wasn't Dean, Dean was behind him, lying in a pool of blood…No, wait he was…he shook his head trying to clear the fuzziness...

"Try again." A coldly familiar voice brought Sam's lucidity back with shocking speed. Gordon! He fumbled for the glove box, seeking a hold on some form of weapon but his weighty limb was caught and effortlessly slammed down on the steering wheel. A tiny puff of air was released from the almost deflated bag before Sam. He was dimly aware that blood was on it…his blood, but he still struggled to escape.

"Tut-tut Sammy," Gordon crooned, jerking him back by his long hair, "You forgot the seatbelt."

Sluggishly Sam found his eyes glancing downwards. Damn! He vainly attempted to pop the button on the belt, knowing he couldn't give up now-he had to hold out until Dean arrived. If only he could give him enough time!

As if reading his thoughts Gordon slapped his face, "Dean's not gonna save you this time Sammy. You've got some things to answer for before he gets here."

Sam felt his eyelids flutter as he struggled to maintain consciousness suddenly aware that he really was hearing Bad Moon Rising on a radio and that it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him.

'I hear the voice of rage and ruin…'

Man, I am really beginning to hate that song! Sam thought, even as a sardonic voice in his head- that sounded amazingly like Dean-told him that it was ironically appropriate. He watched a car pull over beside them and for a fleeting, hopeful moment thought he would be okay.

Sam's eyebrows screwed together in recognition of the girl he had seen at the store earlier and he groaned as Gordon addressed her.

"Wandell! Open the door, I'll take care of him."

God Dean hurry…

Sam surreptitiously leaned over, his hand fumbling on the floor of the pick-up for his lost phone. His spinning head immediately pounded its protest. Ok so that was a bad idea.

"O-ho, I don't think so Sammy," Gordon taunted, snatching the cell from his fingers. He backhanded Sam across the face sending him reeling backwards, a fresh flow of blood oozing from his nose. He couldn't stop his eyes from shutting.

'….hope you are quite prepared to die…'

Sam felt the hand reach over him and unbuckle his seatbelt. He knew he should care, that he should try to fight back to give Dean time to rescue him again but he couldn't muster the strength. It hurt too much…he should be dead anyway…No! he'd made a promise to Dean, he had to save him…had to try to repay him for everything he had done.

He grunted as he squirmed in protest, something akin to a growl escaping his parted lips. He was a Winchester dammit! They didn't just lie down and accept anything! Sam's fist found purchase on Gordon's face, catching him by surprise, and he shoved hard.

Gordon stumbled back momentarily and Sam swung his long legs out of the truck, dropping to the ground unsteadily. He cursed himself for forgetting the truck was taller than he was used to. His momentary lapse in strength was all it took for Gordon to pounce on him, a thick arm encircling his neck.

"Gah!" Sam gasped for air, struggling to harness the adrenaline pulsing through him. He reared up and slammed Gordon into Bobby's pick-up but only managed a single, staggering step before the blackness that had been ghosting around the periphery of his vision blanketed his senses and sent him crashing to his knees.

No! It can't end here…not after all this…

"No more games Winchester!" Gordon growled from behind him and Sam groaned as his jacket was grabbed roughly. Black eyes bored into his own with frightening intensity and suddenly what little strength remaining in Sam evaporated, leaving him limp in Gordon's arms. The other hunter gave a dead smile and hummed aloud as he dragged the semi-aware Sam into the back of his vehicle, Wandell's own eager, hating face looking on in anticipation as she shut the door.

'Don't go around tonight…well, it's bound to take your life…there's a bad moon on the rise.'

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Ok so I hope Sam's lapsing in and out of consciousness and old memories worked out. Wasn't sure if it was gonna make sense but hopefully it did! Let me know what you thought. Thanks again for reading and all the kind reviews x