Thanks to all the great reviewers and I hope you like this chapter!

Title:The Game

Genre:Drama/Horror/Angst-all those good things!

Characters:Dean and Sam of course.(It's mostly Dean-centric, but has a healthy dose of Sammy)and some OC's.

Rating:PG13(for now)Rating will go up when it gets more graphic.

Summary:Dean finds himself an unwilling participant in a deranged game of survival.

Disclaimer:I own nothing to do with Supernatural.

The Game

CH7

(Sam)

"This is bullshit! Fucking bullshit!"Sam yelled,blinking back hot tears of anger as he held on to the barred door of the cell he now occupied. "I hope you know that while you have me locked up the real kidnapper is probably killing them all! And it's your fault!"

"Shut up kid."the officer on duty growled,walking up to his cell.

"Screw you! Get Detective Campbell,I want to talk to him now!"Sam demanded the officer defiantly.

"You're in no position to be ordering anyone about you little shit, so unless you want me to come in there and shut you up, then I suggest you quit the damn yelling right now and sit.. your.. ass.. DOWN!" the officer said, yelling the last word at Sam, spittle flying from his mouth and hitting him in the face.

Sam started to continue arguing with the man, but seeing the "I dare you to defy me" look on the mans face, decided against it. He was already having the shittiest day he could imagine and really didn't feel like adding icing to the cake by being made to shut up, which he had no doubts the guard would keep his word on.

How could he have been so stupid?

He should have realized that they would run some sort of background check on him, though the fact they'd actually used the fingerprints off a glass he'd drank from to do so still had surprised him.

Here he'd thought they were moronic backwoods cops who didn't know their asses from a hole in the ground.

Thats what I get for thinking.

"Fucking bitch", he muttered, sitting down on the small bunk bed in the cell with a disgusted grunt.

Being one who normally didn't put much stock into cussing, which was something Dean seemed to enjoy enough for the both of them, Sam felt like he'd done more of it in the past several hours than he had in years.

Not that he lacked good reason in calling the female officer a bitch, after all It had been Officer Morlock who had done the deed. It figured since she'd clearly had it in for him from the beginning and all.

When they'd placed him under arrest earlier that morning, she'd stood there with a self satisfied, smug look on her face, and even though he was a firm believer in the whole men shouldn't hit women rule, he'd have made an exception with pleasure in her case had there not been 6 other officers present at the time.

That morning he'd come back to the station after another sleepless night at the motel he and Dean had been staying at during their stay.

Walking in, he should have sensed something was off by the unusual amount of officers present, seemingly just hanging out in the lobby, but noooo...his dumb ass just had to keep right on walking in anyway, nodding and saying good morning to each of them.

Dean would have never let this happen , he'd have known something was fish, but unfortunately for Sam, his big brother hadn't been there.

He'd reached the desk and was greeting the woman who had been manning it when suddenly all of the idly standing officers had surrounded him and before he could even move, he found himself being pushed forcefully against the desk, his hands jerked roughly behind his back, a pair of cuffs slapped around his wrists.

"What the..."he'd exclaimed in surprise as the two cops restraining him turned his body around and he found himself face to face with Officer Morlock and Detective Campbell, the first of which smiled smugly as the latter started reading him his rights.

"Sam Winchester, you are being placed under arrest on suspicion of 7 counts of kidnapping, falsifying information and documents stating you to be someone you are not, and suspicion of murder."Bill started.

"Hey! This is crazy, I didn't do anything."Sam argued, frantically looking around to see if there was any way in sight for him to escape.

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you do not have an attorney one will be appointed..."Bill droned on unenthusiastically, obviously not happy about what was taking place.

"I didn't do anything."Sam repeated as Bill continued on as if he wasn't even speaking."Why would I kidnap my own brother? This is..."

"Do you understand these rights?"Bill asked after he finished reading, looking at Sam with disappointment.

"No, I don't! Because I didn't do anything! You have the wrong person here. For fucks sake, would I be helping you guys, not to mention staying in your constant presence if I did it? I just want to find my brother! "

"Mr. Winchester, your brother is dead."Sasha stated, speaking up for the first time.

"No, we don't know that. He could still be..."

"He's been dead for months Sam."

"What are you talking about? Dean hasn't been dead for..."Sam started to continue arguing when it hit him at once that they were addressing him as Sam Winchester instead of by his assumed last name Daniels.

Fuck me, dammit, fuck me.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, Sam. You've really done it this time.

"What's the matter? Did you suddenly remember your supposedly missing brother was killed while attempting to murder a woman?"Sasha taunted him."

"Officer Morlock."Bill said in a warning tone, finding her behavior very unprofessional.

"He wasn't trying to..."

"So you're saying that this isn't your brother?"Sasha asked ignoring Bill as she held up a crime scene picture taken of the shape shifter the police had killed while in Deans form.

Even though he'd seen the photo before, and knew that it wasn't really Dean, didn't mean it hurt any less to see the person in his brothers form dead.

"Is this or is it not your brother?"Sasha asked, demanding without saying so, for him to admit it.

"No, well...yes, it does look like him, but its not."Sam answered, his reply sounding lame even to himself.

"Oh really? Then who is it, his identical twin?"she asked sarcastically, adding,"And before you even try to go there, we also checked his birth records and know he didn't have one of those, so save your breath."

"You have no idea what you're talking about."Sam growled at her through clenched teeth.

"Since you've been caught in your little game, how about you go ahead and tell us where you're holding the people you kidnapped."Sasha requested, nonplussed by his words.

"I didn't kidnap anyone."

"Oh give it up Sam, your little game is over, you've lost, so why continue lying?"she asked angrily.

"Officer Morlock, that is enough!"Bill spoke up once more.

"I'm not lying, but I have lost, just like the families and friends of the other people who were taken along with Dean. We've lost them because of you!" Sam argued back with the woman.

"Take him back to the holding cell."Sasha ordered one of the other officers, giving Sam a look of pure loathing and disgust as the said guard led him away, adding,"Sooner or later you'll talk Mr. Winchester."

"I want my phone call! It's the law, not that you people know much about that!"Sam continued struggling and shouting all the way back to the holding room, where he was a little more than roughly drug and locked into one of the cells.

Now 3 hrs later, he was sitting on the bed with his thumb up his ass, having no idea whatsoever how he was going to get outta this jail.

But I have to get out of here.

Dean needs me.

They had at least allowed him, grudgingly, to make a call. He'd of course called the only person other than Dean he could think of at the time, his father.

Who, just as the day before, didn't answer.

After leaving another detailed message, pleading with him to come, if for no other reason to find Dean, he'd hung up, all hopes pretty much dashed.

Dean needs me.

That may be true Sam, but the fact of the matter is this. The police think your brother is dead, hell they even have pictures to back it, so how can you prove otherwise.

Tell them the truth. Tell them everything about what you and Dean really do, and why you were even in this fucking town in the first place.

Yeah, and then when they lock you up it'll be wearing a straight jacket in a nice padded room, he thought with a bitter laugh.

The one time when Dean was truly counting on him, he'd messed up by trying to do things by the book.

Now they were both screwed.

"Sam, are you ready to talk now?"he heard someone ask, and looking towards the voice saw that Bill was standing outside of his cell.

"About what? The fact that you people are so eager to make an arrest that you locked up the wrong person instead of continuing the search for the real guilty party?"Sam shot back, standing up from the bed and walking to stand at the bars of his cell."I didn't do this, so if you're thinking I'm going to admit to it, you're wrong. And the more time we waste, the less time that my brother and the others have."

"Sam, you saw the picture yourself. Your brother is dead."

"No he isn't. That was not Dean."Sam replied vehemently.

"Look kid, I would really like to believe you, but facts are facts, and they all lead to the same conclusion. You lied to us about why you're in town, about your brother being taken, and god knows what else."

"I may have lied about why I'm here, but not about Dean. "

"Where are they being held Sam?"

"I said I don't know! How many damn times do I have to tell you that? I don't know, I don't know!"Sam yelled at him in reply.

"You know you're making things harder on yourself by being uncooperative Sam. If you were to tell us where they are, your sentence would be much less severe."

"God! I didn't do anything!"Sam yelled, angry tears now falling from his eyes.

"Well, then I guess we have nothing further to talk about."Bill said solemnly, turning to walk away.

"Wait! No wait!"Sam shouted, stopping him mid-step.

"Yes?"

"I'll tell you why we were really in town and how I know that picture isn't my brother, but you have to be open minded. After that you can do whatever you see fit, but please just give me a few minutes. Please? All you have to do is listen."he pleaded.

Having decided padded cell or not he had no choice but to try and gain Bills trust once more, and If breaking the unspoken rule and telling the detective everything was what it would take to help Dean, then so be it.

The detective looked indecisive for a moment and Sam feared he was going to walk away without hearing him out, but finally he walked to the desk, grabbed a chair, pulled it over in front of Sam's cell and sitting down.

"Alright Sam, I'll bite, tell me."Bill said, giving him his undivided attention.

"First answer me one question, are you still having the others check for leads just in case I might happen to be telling the truth?"Sam asked hopefully.

"Yes, now start talking."Bill replied honestly.

Like he said, he truly wanted to believe the young man had nothing to do with what was happening, and despite argument from Morlock for doing so, he'd indeed told his team to keep checking for other connections between the missing people.

"Okay, well its a long story, but I suppose I should start from the begin..."Sam started, but to his dismay was cut off by Officer Timms walking into the holding area and approaching Bill with an angry frown.

"Sir, there's been a new development."he stated, stopping beside the detective.

"What now?"Bill asked with a look of exasperation.

"Someone called the feds."he replied.

"Great."Bill muttered, then asked,"So when should we be expecting them?"

"How about right now."Timms replied with a humorless chuckle.

"You've got to be kidding me."Bill replied in disbelief.

"No sir, I wish I were."Timms said solemnly."He's here now, waiting in the lobby."

"That's so like those government bastards to show up right when you've finally started getting somewhere in the case and take over."Bill commented bitterly, standing up from his seat and preparing to go meet the agent.

"No, where are you going?"Sam asked angrily."I need to..."

"Sorry kid, but its too late now. When they send out the big boys, that means they plan on making any further decisions and it's out of my hands."Bill replied, feeling genuine regret, adding as he walked away,"And be prepared because I'm sure the first thing this guy will want to do is question our only suspect."

"Can this get any fucking worse?"Sam asked aloud, kicking one of the beds steel legs in frustration, immediately regretting that he did so due to the pain it caused in his foot afterwards.

"Smooth move Sam."he told himself aloud, wincing as he sat back down on the bed.

Now the whole situation and any hope to salvage anything was really screwed.

He'd been sitting there brooding, head hung in hopeless defeat, for several minutes when he heard the sound of footfalls on the floor.

Oh well, I guess this is it, he thought, standing up from the bed.

"Sam, I want to introduce you to Agent Holcombe, he'll be taking command over the case from here on out."Bill announced as he walked into view.

"Hello Mr. Winchester."he heard a male say seconds before he too came into view.

Holy shit, he thought silently, forcing himself not to jump up and scream happily when he laid eyes on the man in a black suit who stood outside his cell.

"Nice to meet you."he replied instead, trying to act natural when he wanted nothing more than to cry in utter relief.

The FBI agent was no other than John Winchester.

I'll be damned, maybe things will be okay after all.

Maybe.

XXXXXX

(Dean)

Finally after having successfully making it through 3 more rooms without incident, the remainder of the kidnappee's had walked into the next to be greeted by yet another video message. This one stating that they were to be allowed a 3 hour break from their duties.

Surprisingly to them all, there was also a table with food and drinks in the corner of the room.

"Should we eat it?"Rose wondered aloud, a little more than reluctant to eat the food for fear of it being yet another trap.

All others felt the same way, but on the other hand if they didn't eat or drink they'd be putting themselves at a further disadvantage by being weakened due to not excepting what was offered.

After all it had been 3 days and 2 nights since their last meals.

"Fuck it. I doubt the bastard would allow us to die of poisoning. It would be too simple and carry no entertainment. "Mickey proclaimed, walking over, picking up one of the sandwiches, and after a slight hesitation, taking a bite.

Everyone watched closely, expecting him to drop dead at any second, but after almost ten minutes passed without him doing so they too lost their resolve and partook in the meal.

All but Dean, who's condition had declined greatly after only a mere 3 more hours had passed.

He was still in control of his thoughts and such for the time being though, and was able to respond in the negative to Rose, Cole, and Mickey all 3 offering him food.

The bleeding had been even more difficult to staunch the second time around, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to look at his deathly white face and slightly blue tinged lips and figure out he'd lost far too much blood.

Not to mention the fact that due to not having the proper cleansing products and bandages, it appeared his wound was already getting infected, the only coloring on his white face being red flushed cheeks.

He was currently laying in a corner of the room, too tired and in such pain that it took all he had to hold himself in check.

Several times he had found himself thinking maybe it was best if he just died since it didn't appear they were ever going to make it through this fucking maze.

How much bigger could it possibly be?

Shifting slightly, he moaned aloud, his reserve not allow himself to show any signs of weakness now almost gone.

"Dean,"he heard a small, sweet voice say hesitantly. At this, he forced his eyes open and smiled for the first time that day when he saw Katie standing over him, looking uncomfortable as she scuffed the front of her bedroom shoe against the floor.

"Yeah Katiebug?"he replied hoarsely, vowing not to allow his words to come out in a stammer while talking to the little girl.

"I, well...I want to tell you I'm really sorry for causing you to get hurt."she said, staring down at her feet in shame."I really thought I was helping you guys by finding the key."

Having witnessed Deans decline, she had decided that maybe her plan of not speaking to anyone wasn't such a good one after all.

When she was sick, nothing felt better than having her mommy and daddy with her, and since Deans parents weren't there to comfort him, then she 'sposed she would.

That is if he didn't totally hate her after what she'd caused.

"I know, it's okay."he said in reply to her apology."Wasn't really your fault anyway."

"So you don't hate me now?"she asked, giving him a skeptical look.

"No way. Never."he replied, happy that she had gotten over whatever had been bothering her and was now talking to him again.

"Okay then, good."she said with a beaning smile as she plopped down on the floor right in front of where he was laying. She then extended her left arm towards him, a bottle water grasped within it, and asked,"Want some water?"

Deciding that he would except her offer and try to force some of the cool liquid down, he took it from her hand and said,"Yeah, thanks."in reply.

He took two sizable swallows before handing it back to her, the liquid feeling hot as it went down for some reason or another.

She sat there silently staring at him with concern, not liking how fast he was breathing and how he had started sweating even though the room they were in was cold.

"Katiebug, will you tell me..something?"he asked, stammering a bit against his wishes.

"Sure."she answered immediately, nodding her head.

"What do your mommy and daddy do...for a...living?"

"You mean like their job?"she asked.

"Yeah, exactly."

"Well, my mommy, who's real name is Cynthia, doesn't have one. She worked at the hospital for a little bit, but didn't like it, so now she keeps me, and sometimes my cousin Lauren who's a year older than me, all day. And my daddy, Roy, works at the hospital. He's got a really important job there. He's chief surgeon."she finished with pride.

"Wow, that is...r-really important."he agreed, thinking to himself that a surgeon could also easily be a target for someone who's loved one they couldn't save.

A lawyer, a judge, and a doctor, hmmm...

He was really curious as to what the remaining 2's current jobs were, but was feeling too shitty to even ask.

"Hey pal. Just thought I'd check and make sure everythings okay and nothings bleeding again "Mickey, who had just walked over after having finished eating said, getting on his knees, and reaching out to pull Deans shirt up.

Dean didn't have it in him to argue, so he just allowed him to do as he wished.

Mickey had to force himself not to frown or make any other discouraging facial gestures when he saw that, though still not bleeding, it had obviously become infected which was just as bad.

Thin red lines spidered out from the wound, which was now a reddish purple color around the edges, making their way throughout his body, spreading the infection freely.

Rose also had come over and also seeing the wound, reached a cool hand out and felt his forehead, frowning when she felt how hot he was.

"Poor thing."she said, pushing the wet hair that was stuck to his forehead back gently, a compassionate smile on her face.

"Well, you'll live."Mickey with an obviously forced cheerfulness, pulling Deans shirt back down and standing up, all along thinking that there was a good chance that Dean wasn't going to last much longer.

Dean realized this also, but despite the fear and worry he felt, let his eyes fall closed once more so he could escape into the sweet darkness and forget about the pain he was in.

Several seconds later, he felt something brush up against his arms, and forcing his eyes open, smiled once more when he saw that Katie was laying down in front of him, having obviously decided to take a nap while she could.

What a cute, sweet kid, he thought sadly as he closed his eyes again, allowing them to stay that way even when he felt the little girl snuggle up closer to him.

If he ever had a child, he hoped it would be as good a kid as her, but honestly he was beginning to doubt he'd be alive much longer, much less be around long enough to have children.

Come on Sammy, where are you?

TBC

Boring sappy chapter, but the death I spoke of last chapter, a rather creative one if I do say so myself(rubs hands together anxiously), is coming up next chapter, and with the help of his father, Sam may discover who's behind the kidnappings, and I assure you all will be surprised.

Bye for now! R&R!