Hi all! Sorry it took me so long to update, but I've been a busy little bee lately and just got the opportunity to finish up this chapter, it's kinda long, so I hope ya got a little time to spare. Thanks to all my reviewers and though this isn't the best chapter, please R&R!

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

Ch.9

"Well I'll be damned, it is the elusive Mr. Winchester. You know, I'd have never believed, if I wasn't seeing it with my own two eyes that is, that after all the time's you've successfully evaded being captured by us feds, you finally screw up and get caught by some yokel police force."were the words that John Winchester used to greet his son, giving him a cocky sardonic smile, one that was almost a perfect match to Dean's trademark look.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"Sam asked innocently, catching on to and playing along with his fathers act.

"Oh come on, don't play stupid kid, nobody's buying it."John stated, giving Bill, who was still fuming over the yokel remark, a can you believe this idiot look.

"I take it that you two know one another?"Bill asked after a thoughtful pause.

"Know one another? That would be an understatement detective,"John answered with a smirk, before continuing in explanation."since we've been after this bozo and his brother for the past 2 years."

"I'm the bozo agent Holcombe?"Sam asked, doing a little taunting of his own,"because I believe that the whole "yokel police force catching me" comment kinda reflects pretty badly on you and your other friends in black suits even more than me."

"Shut up."John snapped in reply, a sneer on his face, while Bill merely listened to, and observed, the exchange with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Truth kinda hurts doesn't it?"Sam continued on, enjoying insulting his father, though he wasn't actually doing so, far more than he cared to admit.

"Let me tell you about truths Mr. Winchester,..."John started, only to be interrupted by Sam asking,

"Come on, call me Sam, after all this time aren't we even on a first name basis? You've been chasing us around so long I feel a certain bond, almost like we're, well... family."

"I consider you and that brother of yours nothing more than dirt beneath my feet, but if you really want I'll call you Sam."John replied with a shrug, then looking around the room as if just remembering something he asked when his eyes fell on Sam once more,"Where is that other piece of shit anyway? Don't tell me one of the dynamic duo abandoned the other just because he got locked up."

"Geez, did this idiot even read the whole report before coming out here?"Officer Timm's asked Bill in a barely hushed whisper.

"I doubt it."Sam replied in a confidential tone, answering for Bill who looked more than a little angry with his fellow officers loud slip of the tongue."Agent Holcombe hasn't ever been much for details, this I know as a fact."

"Agent Holcombe,"Bill addressed John, clearing his throat loudly,"Sam here claims that his brother was taken by the same person who's responsible for kidnapping 6 other of my towns citizens."

"Which is a crock of shit."Officer Morlock interjected, having just walked into the holding area and now stood beside John, giving Sam a look of disgust as she continued,"Considering his brother's dead. Way I figure things Mr. Winchester is the one who's behind the whole thing and tried to use us by playing the sympathy card."she finished, looking quite proud of herself afterwards.

"Well, hate to ruin your moment of self satisfaction officer...Morlock, is it?"John asked after leaning over to read her name tag, widening his eyes in an almost comical manner, very obviously making fun of the woman's attitude.

"Yes, that's correct."she answered with a look of confusion.

"Okay then, Officer Morlock, you are way off base in thinking that our boy Sam here's brother is dead."he stated with a shake of his head.

"Wha..? That's impossible."She argued in surprise."We have a photograph that was pulled from official police records that proves he's dead."."

"Answer me something officer, when you ran his prints and such, was or was not, one of the charges that were brought up against Sam identity theft?"John asked her.

"Well...yes, but I fail to see the relevancy of that at this moment."she replied hesitantly.

"You hearing this Sam?"John asked him in exaggerated exasperation, shaking his head in disbelief,"This is why I don't like working with the hometown good old boys. They're such amateurs that they can't see even the very obvious when its laid right out in front of them."

Sam merely gave a shrug in reply giving John a "I hear you but what can you do?" look while thinking how good his father was at playing such a pompous asshole

"Okay, listen here."Bill spoke up angrily, turning away from Officer Bloom, who left the room immediately afterwards, pointing a finger at John,"FBI or not, you will not come in here and insult my officers."

"Yes, yes, you're right. I was way out of line and I apologize."John said, raising his hands in surrender."Let me clarify my words if I may. Mr. Winchester, excuse me, Sam and his brother both have become able to steal the identities of others and slip right into their lives with the ease that you or myself change a pair of pants."

"Okay, continue."Bill prodded him on, curious as to where he was going with this.

After a dramatic pause, John did as requested,

"And yes Officer Morlock, that picture you came up with was at one time who we indeed thought to be Dean Winchester."

"You thought?"

"Yes, we thought, but as is sometimes the case, after further investigation we discovered we were wrong and not long after uncovered the truth of the matter."he replied, glaring at Sam, who had scoffed and said,"Sometimes?" at his remark, and asked," Okay asshole, care to take it from here? I know how much you love to brag on yourself and this will be your final opportunity to do so to anyone except your new cell mate Tiny."

"We'll see about that."Sam replied with a shrug, nonplussed by the threat as he continued on with," But I'll be glad to tell my new friends the rest of the story."then picked up where his father left off, adding his own flair to the lie he was telling,"One of my brothers more unknown talents happen to be the ability to hack into just about any computer system there is. Heh, he even got into homeland security one time and almo..."

"Get to the point Sam."John interrupted with an annoyed look.

"Okay,those were some good times though."Sam replied with a snicker before continuing on,"anyway, he came up with the idea that it would be easier to evade the feds if they thought one of us was dead, that way the so-called deceased could work out in the open freely and with the ease that the other couldn't. But...it would be a tricky stunt to pull off since they knew what we looked like. You can imagine our surprise when we were visiting an old college friend of mine and ran smack into what could have been Dean's twin. Actually to hear my brother tell it this other guy looked nowhere near as sexy as him, but anyway... We'd both heard many a times in life that everyone supposedly has an exact match, but just thought it was crap that floats around in myth, and didn't put much stock into it until that point."

"So what, you two killed this guy so the feds would think your brother was dead?"Timms questioned, enthralled by the younger mans tale despite himself.

"No, regardless of what laws we've broken, we are not, as I told you already, killers."Sam replied with a firm shake of his head."as a matter of fact, my brother and I actually performed the townspeople a good service in what we did. See, after doing a little investigative work, we found out Dean's doppelganger was behind a murder that had taken place not a month before we came to town. We even saved the life of another potential victim while we were there."

"Well, aren't you two just the Robin Hoods of criminals."John commented sarcastically.

"I still don't see how you could have fooled the government into thinking that this so-called other man was your brother. It would be impossible for them to share the same fingerprints and I'm sure those were ran before they declared it to be him."Sasha stated sceptically.

"Hence the point where my brother's hacking abilities came into play."Sam said with a look of pride."All that he had to do was get into AFIS and switch he and the other mans fingerprint records, and ,Viola, just like that, Dean Winchester was legally dead."

"Huh...must be even smarter than you."Officer Timms commented.

"Lets just say we each have our own special talents."Sam said with a shrug after taking a small pause to contemplate the Officers statement, thinking how much Dean would have loved to hear himself be called smarter than him.

"How'd you find out that the dead guy wasn't the real Dean Winchester?"Bill asked John, still having many reservations about the whole thing.

"Well, lets just say that for supposed super criminals, they sure lack in the common sense area."John answered, looking at Sam smugly before explaining,"He and his dumb ass brother let themselves be caught on camera at the scene of one of the robberies they pulled off. You can imagine our surprise when we received a copy of the surveillance tape and saw that the robbers were the infamous Winchester's, one of which had been dead for over half a year at the time."

Noticing that all the other occupants of the holding area were staring at him, probably wondering how he and Dean could be so smart, yet do something so stupid, Sam shrugged and smiled sheepishly, saying,"Hey, nobody's perfect."

"After that it was fairly simple to delve deeper into the town records where we thought Dean had been killed and uncover the truth."

"Then why let people keep on believing that he was dead ?"Sasha questioned.

"We figured that by letting them continue to think that we considered big brother dead, they would eventually do something reckless due to overconfidence. And lo and behold, our logic seems to have finally paid off."

"That doesn't mean that they aren't behind the kidnappings though."Sasha stated, still reluctant to believe she'd made such a mistake in judgment.

"True enough,"John replied, nodding his head once in agreement before continuing on," but as someone who has personally been on the case since the beginning, I can honestly say that I believe they're not behind this. Now if it was bank robbery or identity theft, then yes, I'd be more than willing to think so, but murder?...It doesn't fit with their profiles."

"Really? Then what about the fact that he's wanted in relation to a murder that took place not long ago?"Bill asked, nodding his head at Sam.

"He's wanted for questioning because the victim was someone he used to date, and we thought by talking to him we might be able to piece together who was really responsible. There was never any suspicion placed on him for actually killing her because for one, we found a full set of fingerprints at the scene that were not his, and secondly, he was spotted in another state at the victims time of death."John answered.

"So, what you're telling us is his brother is indeed alive, and that you believe we're holding Sam for a crime he is not guilty of committing?"Bill asked

"Well, you sure are a quick one, no wonder you're in charge."John replied with a scoff.

"This is the last time I'm going to warn you Agent Holcombe, your attitude is unacceptable."Bill growled angrily.

"You're right, it is."John agreed with a shrug" but, seeing as how I'm the ranking officer and it now involves a criminal wanted by the federal government, I feel it necessary to take over command of this kidnapping case."

"What? Are you crazy?"Bill blurted out before he could stop himself."This is my case, and I don't need any self righteous asshole in a monkey suit who didn't even know what was actually going on until 5 minutes ago coming in here to take charg..."

"No offense Bill, but as you clearly realize, no progress has been made, and this burden now unfortunately falls into my hands." and seeing that Bill was about to argue once more, John raised his hand up and said," Any further objections to me taking over will be fruitless because I will not stop, nor leave this town until I have them both, so I suggest you deal with it and work with, instead of against, me."

Still seething, but knowing it was, for the time being, in his best interests not to challenge the agents authority, Bill nodded his head in agreement, then asked, "What about him?"looking at the now seated youngest of the Winchesters.

"I want to help."Sam blurted out vehemently, standing up once more and grabbing onto the cell bars.

"Fat chance of that happening."John said with a humph and shake of his head.

"No really, you know I can be of use, both of you do."Sam argued, looking back and forth between his father and Bill, referring to how he'd already aided the latter in the only clue thus far as to a connection between the victims.

"He does have a point Bill,"Officer Timms commented, cringing slightly when he received a withering glare from Sasha for doing so.

"If we allow you to help, how can we be sure you won't try and take flight at the first opportunity you're given?"Bill asked, looking at Sam sceptically.

"Because, no matter how much myself, nor my brother would dislike going to prison, we'd never, and I'm positive he'd agree with me on this, ever dessert one another. Family is more important than anything. Anything."he repeated once more bitterly, looking pointedly at his father, hoping that he caught the hidden meaning in his words.

"I don't think that would be a good idea."Sasha spoke up quickly."He can't be trusted, he..."

Bill cut her off before she could finish by saying"I have no objections to him helping."

"Fine,since it has been proven on a few occasions, emphasis on few, that you and he have been known to help others. I'll let you help,but...that being said, as of right now, you are under my custody Sam, so listen closely when I tell you this, try anything at all and you will be put right back in that cell until we locate your brother, be he dead or alive. Do you understand me?"he asked in conclusion.

"Yes sir, 100"Sam replied, having to forcefully restrain himself from showing the outrage he felt due to his fathers last few words.

"Now.."John said loudly, rubbing his hands together as he looked at Timms, who had the ring that held the cells key on it,"go ahead and let him out. Since I'm not about to let him out of my sight, and it appears I'm going to be in town for a while longer than I'd originally planned, I need to go get us a room for a few nights."

"Why not just leave him locked up until you do so Agent?" Bill asked at this strange request.

"Not that I have to explain anything to you Bill, I will answer that anyway."John started, lowering his his voice slightly, he continued angrily,"Sam is smarter than many people realize, and not that I'm insulting you and your fellow officers abilities, I'd feel much more at ease if he was where I could keep my own 2 eyes on him at all times."

Sasha almost laughed aloud at the irony of him saying almost the exact words that her commanding officer had said to her the day before.

"Do as he says."Bill instructed Timms, who hadn't been about to let Sam out, FBI order or not, until he'd okay'd it.

Walking over to meet his son at the open cell door, John pulled out a pair of cuffs and snapped them on his wrists.

"I said I wasn't going to try anything, so are those really necessary?"Sam asked, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, they are."John answered bluntly, grabbing his arm to lead him out of the holding room, turning around just before exiting and saying to Bill,"It shouldn't be more than an hour or so till I return detective, so until then I want all of you and all you men back on trying to find who's really behind this, and I hope, no I want, to see some results."

"Yes sir."Bill replied, biting his urge to say anything rude in return to the pompous pricks orders.

As Sam and John walked out of the door leading into the hallway, officer Bloom, the remaining member of the original task force, walked in holding a fax and headed towards Bill, Sasha, and Officer Timms.

"What you got?"Bill asked him, taking the paper from his hand.

"He checks out sir."he replied as he read the fax.

"There you have it folks, seems Holcombe is really an FBI agent."Bill announced with a sigh, his thoughts of distrust, and unease towards the man proven to be unfounded."Well lets do as he said and get back to work." he ordered,for some reason or another feeling disgust at himself for locking up Sam ,not to mention guilt over the fact that they'd wasted precious time that the kidnapping victims might not have on the wrong person.

"Now!"he said loudly when none of them moved at his earlier command.

It worked that time, and they all got back down to business.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The ride to the motel was spent mostly in silence, both father and son having a whole lot to say to one another, but holding off from doing so due to knowing what it would lead to.

The only words spoken had been when John was removing Sam's cuffs as they were getting into his truck, and the youngest Winchester had said rudely, "Took you long enough to get here, but I suppose I should be grateful that you even came at all."

John's face had hardened with anger, and for a moment Sam thought maybe he shouldn't have said what he did, but instead of arguing John had merely gotten into the truck without another word.

After that it was quiet, both trying their best to ignore the tension that lay thick in the air.

Halfway there, Sam reached out and flicked on the radio, but had turned it right back off when his dad gave him "the look" after he'd stopped the tuner on a alternative rock station.

Dean was definitely this mans child.

Not 5 minutes later, they pulled into the motel parking lot where Sam and Dean had been staying. John pulled into a space right in front of their room, and removed a key from his pocket.

Sam wondered how he'd gotten a key to their room, but wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of asking, so they wordlessly got out and walked through the drizzling rain that had just started till they reached the door, which John unlocked.

As soon as the door was closed and locked, John had removed his black suit coat and tossed it on a chair, then whipped around angrily, walking to where Sam sat on his bed staring morosely down at his lap

"Tell me something Sam, what was one of the cardinal rules that were laid out for you in case a situation such as what has happened to your brother occurred?"John asked his son through gritted teeth, pacing in front of where he sat.

"I don't know dad, since I was only a baby when all this crap started and lots of cardinal rules have been laid out since then, its kinda hard to remember them all."Sam replied sarcastically, not even looking up at him.

"Quit with the bullshit immaturity Sam, you know good and damn well what I'm talking about."John snapped, stopping directly in front of him,

Sam didn't have to actually see it to know his dad was mad, but really could care less at that moment.

"Lets see dad, is it the one where we never leave family behind? Hmmm... No, guess not since you broke that one yourself."Sam replied with a shrug, finally looking up and tilting his head to the side as if really contemplating the question."Maybe it's the one about always being there when one of our family needs help, but no...you broke that one too...

"Spare me the self righteous act son, you're not one to lecture me about the family rules."John stated bluntly.

"What? Oh, I get it, you're talking about me going to college aren't you?"Sam asked, finally showing some of the anger he was feeling as he glared at his father. "When I left, Dean still had you, when you left, he had no one, so it really isn't the same thing. At least he knew where and why I was going. Kinda shows how much you care about your kids, doesn't it dad?"

"Oh shut up Sam. You leaving hurt him much more than anything else I've ever known of, of course he would never admit it, but I could tell regardless. He wasn't the same Dean afterwards. Just having me wasn't enough for him. I'm his father, not his baby brother that had remained the one piece of sanity in his life since his mothers death. His heart wasn't really in the hunting anymore. Sure he went through the paces as normal, but something was missing. That something was you."

"That's crap dad. Dean was perfectly fine with me going, he might have said once that he didn't want me to, but I knew he was really happy for me."Sam argued half-heartedly, thinking how if his brother was with them right now, he'd be doing his best to diffuse the situation, especially since it was about him.

"Please. You know him as well, if not better, than me Sam. He might have tried to act otherwise but he wanted you to stay, you damn well know that , but didn't let it stop you regardless."

"I just wanted to try and have a normal life and Dean understood that at the time, and still does."Sam argued stubbornly, before insisting once more,"He was perfectly fine with it being just you and him."

"Then tell me something Sam, how come he took trips to see you every month or so without me?"John asked, pacing once more.

"What? He didn't do that."Sam objecting in surprise, getting up from the bed and standing directly in his fathers path."The whole time I was in college I saw Dean maybe 3 times at the most."

"Just because you didn't see him doesn't mean he wasn't there."John stated, turning around and walking the other way."I didn't even know where he was going all those times until I finally let curiosity get the best of me and followed him."

"Why would he come to see me and then not even tell me he was there?"Sam asked in confusion.

"Because he didn't think you wanted to see him."

"That's ridiculous, of course I would have liked to see him."Sam argued."Why would he think that?"

"Maybe because you never invited him to visit? Hell, he actually told me once that you wouldn't even answer his phone calls most of the time, which for him to even say anything about it to me, must have really hurt him. So yes, what in the world would make him think you wouldn't mind him popping up at your doorstep every month, you ask?"

"I answered his call..."Sam started, but let his sentence trail off as guilt overcome him, remembering the many times that he indeed did ignore his brothers calls, then thinking of something, he turned angry eyes on his dad and asked."Well what about you then? If you felt so strongly about it then why did you just up and leave him yourself? That certainly didn't help with any abandonment issues Dean might have. Not to mention that you yourself haven't answered to phone to him once since your little disappearing act. You didn't even answer when I called to tell you he was dying!"

"I may not have answered and you two may not have seen me, but I was at the hospital during his stay Sam, and at the tent meeting the day he was healed. And I know you won't believe me when I say this, but had it come down to it, I would have stepped in and took control, but I didn't need to. You and Dean are a team, and there's nothing that you boys can't handle when you're together ."John answered without pause."I know that soon all of this demon hunting is going to end Sam, be it with us coming out on the winning end or not, and when it does you two will need one another more than ever."

"So you're saying that you ran away from home so that he would come find me because we need one another?"Sam asked incredulously."Or is it truthfully that you just didn't want me to be happy and lead a normal life because you didn't get to, so you went off knowing that he'd come recruit me to help in the wild goose chase to find you?"

"You know that's not what I wanted. Of course I want you to be happy and have a...Listen Sam, now really isn't the time for us to be arguing over this is it?"John stated forcefully."I know we have issues and I do want, at some point in the very near future, for us to try and work them out, but right now we need to concentrate on finding your brother, can we agree on that much?"

"Yes sir, that we agree on."Sam answered grudgingly, his anger deflating as he sat back down on the bed..

"Fine, now tell me, why did you put yourself at risk by trying to work with the damn police? It has never been, and probably never will be, proven beneficial Sam. You knew better than to do something so, so... stupid."

"I was only thinking about finding Dean at the time, and I got the impression from Bill that if I didn't play by his rules, I'd be locked up regardless of whether I was a suspect or not if it would keep me out of the way."Sam replied defensively.

"Whole lotta good it did you."John muttered.

"Yeah, no shit."Sam agreed, chuckling despite himself."It's a good thing "Agent Holcombe" showed up when he did cause I'd probably been wearing a straight jacket in the back of a padded wagon being carted off to the loony bin right now otherwise."

"Don't tell me you were about to try and explain the truth about everything to that man?"John requested stopping his pacing to look at him once more in disbelief, hoping that he wouldn't have been so dumb as to attempt such a thing.

"Okay, I won't tell you."Sam replied sheepishly, looking down at his hands in his lap.

"Hmmm...maybe you really weren't cut out for this kind of work. I should've realized when you blew our cover on that haunting case at St. John's monastery."John muttered, shaking his head.

"Hey. I was only 12."Sam argued indignantly"And when you introduced Dean as Father Murphy"a priest-in-training" I couldn't help but laugh. And when he kept making google eyes and winking at that one young nun while you weren't looking, I'd say he gave himself away."

"Guess you're right. Dean always has had a problem with staying in character when there's attractive women, or any women at that matter, involved."John nodded in agreement.

"He's gotten a little better at it, but I still think he likes to wear our priest disguises just to attract women's attention."Sam commented, adding,"He says they lust after what they think is unattainable, so why shouldn't we take advantage of that from time to time?"

"That definitely sounds like a rationalization only Dean would make."John said, recalling more than a few times that his eldest son had insisted upon them donning their priest outfits when it came to women being involved, and how it had indeed seemed to gain them much more attention and cooperation by doing so.

Dean was certainly one skilled man when it came to the opposite sex.

"So how long do we have?"he heard Sam ask, breaking into his thoughts.

"Huh? How long do we have til what?"John asked.

"Till they find out you're not really an FBI agent and come looking for us."Sam answered.

"Oh, no need to worry about that. I actually did happen to run into an Agent Holcombe who was in town to aid in this case, so that's kosher."John replied dismissively.

"Uh...okay. Then what happens when the real agent Holcombe shows up at the station to help?"Sam asked.

"Oh, he won't."John answered with a grin.

"Dad! What did you do?"Sam asked in surprise.

"Nothing bad, but I assure you that we'll be long gone before he actually makes his way back to town."his father answered mysteriously, then turned all business once more when he continued,"Since you've already set up a front for us I think the best course of action will be for us to continue working with the police while also doing some investigating of our own on the side, so when we do go back to the station, keep in character so they won't have any reason to suspect that I'm not who I say, alright?"

"Yes sir."Sam replied, smiling as he added,"You sure are good at playing an asshole."

"Even I like to have a little fun at others expense ever now and then."John said with a shrug, then looked at him and requested,"Now, I want you to tell me everything about what has happened thus far, and leave nothing out because honestly, I have a bad feeling about this one Sam, and I think the sooner we find Dean the better."

"Okay."Sam said in agreement, glad to hear that his fathers intuition was mirroring his own, then started telling him the story from the beginning.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"Bill, we just got a call in off 911."Officer Bloom announced, walking into the room where he and the other task force members were working.

"And?"Bill asked, looking up from the file he was going over once more.

"And it seems one of the victims have been located."he continued.

"Where?"Bill asked, standing up and pulling on his suit coat."Which one? And are they talking?"

"Well, they were found behind that old diner down on 81'st and Main, it's one of the women, and no, she ain't doing much talking since they found her dead in a dumpster."Bloom replied in succession.

"What's going on people? What do we have?"John, a.k.a. Agent Holcombe asked as he and the once again cuffed Sam entered the room to find the others standing around Bloom.

"They found one of the victims."Bill replied, adding,"And she's dead."before John or Sam could ask the questions that he'd just asked himself.

Sam and his dad both let out the pent of breaths they'd been holding when he said ,she's dead, feeling immense relief.

"Well, what are we waiting for?"John asked, breaking the silence,"Lets go check out the crime scene and take a look at the body."

Jumping into action once more, John, Sam(who finally rationalized the "agent" into removing his cuffs) and Bill left the office, leaving the others strict rules to keep up their searching and call them if anything else was phoned in.

Sitting in the back seat of the police cruiser, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, Sam massaged his temples against the headache that he'd felt coming on since leaving the station while silently praying that they'd find his brother soon.

While doing so he also vowed that if given the chance he would never ignore Deans phone calls again.

"How we doing back there Winchester?"his father asked, having been watching him rub his temples in the rear view mirror, with concern in his eyes but using his asshole voice to question him.

"Just fin..."Sam started to reply, when his words were cut off with a grunt as a, now familiar, but still mind-numbing pain suddenly shot through his head.

"Sam? Sam?"he vaguely heard his father frantically call out right before his eyes shot open and he found himself in an unfamiliar dark place.

"Pull over! Pull the fucking car over now!"John ordered Bill, who looked at him with confusion as he did as requested.

When they were safely out of the path of traffic, John quickly got out from the passenger seat, opened the backseat door, and put his hands on each of his now silent sons shoulders.

"Sam? Can you hear me? What's going on buddy?"he asked, disturbed greatly by the way his son was staring directly at, but didn't seem to see him."Talk to me Sam!"

"Dark. It's dark."Sam replied in a far-away tone.

"Dark? What's dark Sammy?"John asked in confusion.

"The room, or wherever I am. It's dark."Sam answered.

"You're not in a room Sam, you're in the back of a police cruiser. "John stated, wondering what the hell was going on and hoping it wasn't anything serious.

"Not Sam."he replied.

"Yes, you are Sam."John said, shaking him slightly in an attempt to snap him out of whatever was going on in his head.

"I know, but I'm seeing...someone else."Sam replied, distractedly, trying to focus on the darkness around whom ever's eyes he was seeing through.

Never having been told as of yet about his youngest boys new found visions, John had no idea that was what was happening at this very moment.

Bill had also gotten out of the car, and was staring with open curiosity at the young man in his back seat, also wondering what was happening to cause the strange expression on his face.

Sam suddenly lifted his hand and put it in front of his face, staring at it momentarily before lowering it again, this time placing it on the side of his abdomen, he then raised it once more, staring at it with squinted eyes.

"Wet..Hands wet."he muttered in wonder, adding."Hurts."

"What hurts Sam?"John asked, getting an inkling as to what might be happening, though still not believing it.

"Head..Stomach. Everything."he replied, still squinting at his hand.

Though he'd had visions before, none had ever been like this, and had never lasted more than a few seconds. It was like he was actually inside this person and could see and feel, though the feeling part not as strongly, what they did. He was aware of the pain the person was in, but instead of feeling the entire extent of it, only felt a small portion, which alone was enough for him to know whatever was wrong with them was bad, very bad.

Slowly as his vision adjusted to the dark lighting, he made out the outline of the persons legs at first and let his hand fall back down to rest on his abdomen once more.

"Cold, and can't move. No room."Sam muttered, as he became aware of the fact that who ever's mind he was in. was being kept in a very small space that was only large enough for them to sit where they were now when they reached out to touch the wall on their right side, then the ceiling which was no more than a few inches above their head.

No wonder it was so dark, Sam thought, eyes growing wide due to the mounting panic that he, along with the unknown person, was feeling.

"Snap out of it kid."Bill ordered, concerned for the young man despite himself as he saw the puzzled expression from earlier replaced with one of fear.

"Oh god. No room. Can't get out."Sam cried out in a panicked voice, wanting nothing more than for this terrifying vision to end.

"It's alright Sam. You're not being held anywhere, you're right here with us."John stated calmly, shaking his son firmly once more.

At that moment two things happened to Sam at once, for one, he realized that the person was not alone in the small space when someone grabbed their groping hand tight with a much smaller one and said in a child's voice,"It's okay. I'm here too."

The next thing happened when he heard the child's next words.

"You're not alone Dean."

"Oh god!"Sam exclaimed, snapping out of his trance like state finally after these last words, looking directly at his father with tear filled eyes.

"What? What is it Sam? Tell me."John ordered him.

"Dean...it was Dean."he replied, a horrified look on his face."It was Dean, and he's hurt bad. We have..we have to find him... now."

Not once thinking to question his sons proclamation, being able to tell by his actions and words that he wholeheartedly knew that what he said was true, John joined Bill in the front again after he was sure Sam was okay, and said,"Bill, from here on out we'll be doing things my way, understand?"

Bill, who already thought they were doing things the agents way, nodded.

"Good, now put the pedal to the metal and get to that crime scene."John ordered, as the car pulled back into traffic, looking at, and locking eyes with, his still shaken youngest boy once more in the mirror. Nodding his head at him once in a mental act of assurance that he need not worry, because they soon would find Dean.

He just wished he really felt as sure as he tried to look.

TBC

I know, loooooooooooong, boring chapter, but I felt Dean's abandonment by both of them needed addressing, not to mention I just really think John and Sam would probably argue about that very subject if given the proper chance. I know ya'll probably think they wouldn't waste time on doing so in the given situation, but it would really only take them a few minutes to get out what needed to be said at the time.

So hope ya liked!

More Dean angsty goodness to come next chapter since it's gonna be centered around him.

I'll try not to make it so long cause I know some people don't like longer chapters, and oh yeah, hope ya didn't mind my little additions that I added to Sam's special abilities.