A/N: Oh look another snowstorm, we got a good three feet out there now, well in the woods at least (Oh the joy of Canadian winters...) So once again, it looks like I spent most of the day writing, but I'm sure none of you will complain about that. I'm perfectly happy spending the day with Sam and Dean and getting them into some trouble of the Supernatural kind! Hope you enjoy it!

Oh yeah, spoiler warnings for this chapter throughout seasons one and two. Only little ones though, but you have been warned!

CHAPTER 8

"C'mon, let's get him out of here." Dean replied, nodding to Sam.

Geoff froze, he could lose his life for helping a prisoner escape.

"William." He started and then trailed off as his thoughts took over.

Having keys made in secret was one thing, releasing a prisoner was a whole different game which could end very badly for him. He shifted from foot to foot, attempting to figure something out. He wanted to help, really he did, but he was afraid to do so. He sighed and his eyes passed from one man to the other, both looking pale and sick, one from the cold, one from something entirely different. He saw one man sway on his feet, the other reached a hand out to help the swaying man. A smile slipped across the lips of both men and they glanced at each other, one with something Geoff could only recognize as love and caring, the other with a look of confusion and a strange flicker of comfort. They did know each other, even if William didn't realize it Geoff did. Anyone could have, it was simply that obvious.

As Geoff's internal monologue carried on he saw William sinking slowly to his knees, Sam followed and shook him in an attempt to pull him out of whatever stupor he was in. Concern electrified the young man's face and he called the unfamiliar name that Sam had always referred to William as.

"Dean? Dean what's the matter? C'mon man, snap out of it!" Sam's voice was desperate and he turned pleading eyes to the blonde who was watching the scene through anxious eyes.

"What's the matter with him? What the hell did you do to him?" Sam shouted.

"I did nothing to him!" Geoff returned and dropped next to Sam.

Geoffrey examined the young man who had slipped to the floor. He pressed the back of his hand to William's forehead and pulled it away, startled. Sam watched him through eyes that were panicked and afraid. He stepped back, he should get the doctor, but if he did that, his secret would be as good as told. Still the man needed help and Sam needed a doctor as well, he looked no better than the other, yet he was completely oblivious to his illness and focused on the fallen man whom he was supporting. William tried to fight the other man away, claiming he was fine, yet any man could tell he was not being truthful.

"Dean, you're not fine!" Sam exclaimed for the third time since Dean had collapsed.

"Yes I am!" Dean returned.

"Why do you always have to act so damn strong? It's okay to admit that you need help every now and then. This is just like when Dad died, you always try to be the stong one, and while I admire that, you don't have to keep the act up all the time, it's okay to let your guard down, Dean." Sam stated in an attempt to jog his brother's memory.

Dean shouted out under Sam's touch and his eyes rolled back in his head as he slipped into unconsciousness.

A wrapped body burned in a blaze of orange flames. He felt the heat blistering from the fire, but he didn't move, he merely stared deep into them, perspiration beading on his forehead. Someone stood next to him, he turned and saw Sam, watching the fire in much the same manner as he was, yet tears had gathered on the dark-haired man's cheeks.

"Did he say anything to you?" Sam questioned.

"No, nothing." Dean answered.

Dean's back arched as he struggled with the images flashing through his head. Sam looked on with wide eyes. Terrified, he placed his hand against Dean's shoulder and grabbed on tight in an attempt to bring his brother back to him. Dean cried out again and fell still.

"We've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once." Sam stated looking down at Dean, who had just slid out from beneath the Impala.

"You know what, you're right. C'mere. I'll lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, hug, or even slow dance." Dean spoke.

"Don't patronize me, Dean, Dad is dead! The Colt is gone, and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this, and you're acting like nothing happened!"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Something, alright? Hell, say anything! Aren't you angry? Don't you want revenge? But all you do is sit out here all day, buried underneath this damn car!" Sam shouted.

Dean cried out in anguish as his body stiffened under Sam's touch before the young man snapped from his trance and slipped his eyes open to stare at Sam with only a hint of recognition.

"Sam?" Dean asked weakly.

"Yes! Yes you remember?" Sam exclaimed.

Dean shook his head and held his hand out for Sam to take. "No, but help me up will ya? There's something driving up my ass."

Sam gaped at him in astonishment before hauling the older man to his feet, grabbing him as he stumbled. Dean looked back to where he had been laying only moments before and saw a large rock sitting on the floor, surrounded by a variety of other items that looked like they would make excellent torture devices. Hell, for all he knew they were torture devices.

"Damn, look at the size of that rock." Dean replied and grimaced as he remembered the discomfort of landing on it.

"We should get you to the doctor, William." Geoff replied quickly, noticing the paleness of Dean's face and the tremors that were traveling through his body as Sam supported his weight.

"Only if Sam comes, I'm not leaving him alone down here." Dean stated, gathering what strength he had left in him to stand upright under his own power.

"William..."Geoff started before Sam turned on him, eyes blazing.

"Don't call him that! His name is Dean!" The youngest brother yelled, losing all patience with Geoffrey.

The blonde man fell silent, forced into a stunned hush by Sam's harsh words. He watched the two men, his mind working quickly in an attempt to figure something out.

'William...or Dean, whoever he may be, will not leave without Sam. I could attempt to force Sam to remain hidden while the doctor looks at Willi...Dean, but Sam needs medical attention as well. I do not know if I can trust Doctor Grayson to remain silent about me helping a prisoner to escape, but what other option do I have? Neither will leave without the other.' Geoff thought to himself.

"Very well, but Sam, I must ask that you remain hidden while the doctor sees to Will...I mean, Dean." Geoff replied, shifting uncomfortably as Sam shot a nasty glance his way.

"But he's my brother." Sam objected.

"And you are still a prisoner. If word gets out that I helped you to escape I will most definitely be sentenced to death As will he for aiding me in my crime." Geoff stated anxiously, pointing to Dean.

Sam fell stormily silent at the other man's words He understood where Geoff was coming from, and he had to admit that the point the blonde was making was a damn good one. He sighed, running a hand across his fever flushed face and down to his chest where he attempted to rub away some of the pressure in his lungs before he finally gave in and submitted to the tickle in his throat which sent him into a fit of coughing that lasted nearly a minute before finally tapering off to leave him gasping and wheezing. He nodded.

"Fine, just get some help for my brother." Sam replied hoarsely.

"We are likely going to meet someone on the way, so there is something we need to make before we head out." Geoff stated and gathered a tattered piece of rope from the cold floor.


"Dean?" Sam asked as he felt his brother stumble into him. He grabbed Dean's arm.

"I'm fine." Dean whispered.

"You're a horrible liar." Sam assured him.

"Shut up." Dean argued.

"What are you doing with the prisoner?" Came a gruff voice from behind them. All three men froze and Sam worked his hands into the rope bounds that they had constructed before leaving the cell.

"I was told to take the prisoner to another cell." Geoff replied curtly, turning Sam around roughly to face the guard.

Sam held up his loosely tied hands to show them to the questioning guard, who regarded him menacingly through stony brown eyes that never left Sam's face.

"Who instructed you to do so?" The guard asked.

"Why, Lady Montgomery, of course." Geoff replied.

"Lady Montgomery is not in the castle this afternoon. She went over to the next kingdom to call on friends." The guard stated.

Geoff's stance stiffened. "I am aware of that. She gave me the message this morning before she left." He replied quickly.

"Do you also know that Lady Montgomery is not in charge of this kingdom? Lady Layton gives the orders." The guard replied.

"Well, I am sure that Lady Layton told Lady Montgomery that she wanted the prisoner moved." Geoff said.

"I would have heard about it. I did not." The guard replied stonily.

"My good man, I would not move the prisoner if I was not first instructed to do so." Geoff stated.

"Why are you moving him at all? You have no jurisdiction down here, you are only a scribe. Prisoners should be moved by the kingdom guards." The man growled.

Geoff was at a loss, he had nothing else to say and this man had forced him into a far corner of the hall where he could not break free. The blonde scribe continued to hold onto Sam in an attempt to convince the guard that his words were true. The guard, however didn't seem convinced. It was at that moment that Dean's strength finally abandoned him and he fell quickly to the ground, catching everyone's attention.

Sam sent a swift kick into the guard's stomach and he doubled over, leaving the man wide open for attack. Sam took advantage of it and pelted the guard with a series of kicks and punches, before stepping back to watch him hit the ground.

"Dean?" Sam asked, dropping in front of his barely conscious brother.

"Sam?" Dean whispered.

"Your lying might suck, but your timing is excellent." Sam stated with a smirk.


"Doctor Grayson! It is Lord McMorrows, Something is wrong!" Geoffrey shouted as he jogged the way from the room that he and Sam had practically carried Dean to and downstairs to where the doctor's quarters were.

The doctor came hurrying from his room when he heard Geoff shout and followed the man upstairs to the bedroom. They found the man in question curled in on himself on the floor of his room, as close to the cold stone as he could possibly get in an attempt to banish the fever burning within him.

"How long has he been like this?" The doctor questioned worriedly.

"Nearly forty five minutes." Geoff replied, eyes on Dean and the doctor before lifting and wondering to the curtain at the other end of the room behind which Sam stood, watching his suffering brother, wanting so badly to go to him and help him, but he knew he could not.

"Why did you not come for me before this?" The doctor scolded.

"He assured me that he was fine. He did not want you to come." Geoff responded quickly, his eyes once again drifting to where Sam stood hidden.

"He always was a stubborn man. Help me get him onto the bed and then fetch a basin of cold water, we must try to break his fever." The doctor ordered and felt Dean's neck for the pulse that beat much too quickly beneath his fingertips.

"His heart is beating too fast." The doctor continued.

Dean squirmed on the floor as another image flashed through his mind. He screamed out in agony as pain blossomed inside his head.

He was in a dark basement, a strange weapon held tightly in his hand. He was looking for something. He walked cautiously through the room and beneath his feet the soft splash of water called to him as he stepped into it. Something was behind him, he whirled around and shot the weapon in his hand. It hit it's target and sent a highly charged electrical pulse into the creature, yet the pulse also hit him. He felt it rage through his body and his heart hammered wildly in his chest. It hurt to breathe, with every beat of his heart waves and waves of pain came crashing down on him and he found himself falling backwards. He hit a wall, slid down it and passed out, the electricity still rushing through his body.

"Get him on the bed, now!" Doctor Grayson called to Geoff as he heard Dean cry out.

Geoff nodded and helped to lift the unconscious man onto the bed before rushing out to get a basin of cold water that would be used in an attempt to break the fever raging inside the helpless man.