War, What's it good for? Absolutely nothing!

Disclaimer: Nope still nothing, was hoping for an early birthday present from Mr Kripke but sigh still nothing.

Author's Note: This is a different story altogether for me so please bear with me. This is a futuristic story, everything in the show has been and passed, the biggest difference is that all of the seals are broken

Chapter Ten: New, Improved and Malfunctioning.

Then:

The impala rested on its side just off the road to the church, the exposed wheels still turned in the night air. One solitary occupant lay in the backseat unconscious, scuffed footprints around the car the only signs of others, that and a trail of blood leading away.

'Dean?' A panicked, painfilled voice cried out from inside the car, 'Dean?'

S—D

Now:

Lakeview Motel

Covehunt Landing

Oregon Coast

Christmas Eve 1989

Despondently, Dean sat on the large rocks and idly tossed rocks into the ocean, he had to wait for Sammy who was having a play-date, "who the hell has play-dates?" Dean muttered under his breath, "and on Christmas Eve." He checked his watch again and sighed heavily, life sucks. His dad is up the coast hunting something really cool and will try and be home for Christmas night at the latest and Sammy is playing with Derek Myers. "Who the hell has play-dates with kids named Derek?" Dean tossed another rock into the blue water before standing up and slowly navigated his way off the slippery rocks, the incoming tide splashing against his ankles as he made his way to pick up Sam. They had moved to the tiny town of Covehunt Oregon two months ago, their dad happy with the location, just near the borders of Oregon and California right on the coast.

Living in the tiny two bedroom bungalow was fine most of the time, school was school at least the teachers were cool and Dean was popular with his classmates and even Sammy managed to find a friend in first grade. It was looking good, so why did he feel so crappy? The fact that it was another Christmas without their dad around, very little money and no presents.

'Dean?' Sammy called out happily from his perch next to Derek on their front fence. 'Hey Dean!'

'Hey Sammy.'

'Derek this is my big brother Dean,' Sam beamed with pride, 'Dean this is Derek.'

Dean stared down at the tiny kid next to his equally tiny little brother and grinned, 'well, well the two runts huh? Did ya have a good time Sammy?'

'Yep we played with Derek's microscope.' Sammy nodded happily, 'I said thanks to Mrs Myers Dean.'

'So we're good to go?'

'Thanks for everything Derek.' Sammy jumped down and waved at his friend before falling into step next to Dean.

'So ya had fun today kiddo?' Dean couldn't help but grin when he heard his brother humming happily while he skipped along.

'Yep sure did Dean, but there was one thing missing.'

'Yeah what was that kiddo?'

'You.' Sammy said with his wide-eyed puppy look fixed firmly on his brother, 'missed you Deanie.'

'I missed ya ...kindof.' Dean grumbled his face red with embarrassment at his brother's overt emotions.

'Whatcha do while I played wif Derek?'

'Just went to the beach for a while and tossed a few rocks.'

'Sorry Deanie.'

'Whatcha sorry for squirt?'

'I'll play wif you Deanie, Derek won't mind he's got lots of stuff and toys to play wif.'

Dean turned and stared at his little brother, all of six years old and already so sensitive to others and their feelings.

'Don't worry Sammy, I think we're gonna be together a lot longer than you're friends with Derek.'

'Daddy's home?' Sammy asked as he stopped walking and stared at the driveway to their little house. 'Deanie is that Daddy?'

'Yeah it sure is,' Dean beamed, 'looks like we got Christmas early this year.'

'But Deanie, I already got Christmas wif you, daddy is just ... umm ... a surprise present.' Sam squinted up to look at his brother, his large dark green eyes shining with something Dean couldn't place but it made him feel warm and happy.

'Come on squirt I'll race ya.' Dean said as he started off in a slow jog letting Sammy easily overtake him and beat him home.

S—D

'Sammy?' Dean cried out hoarsely as consciousness slammed back into his abused body, images of a little Sammy running next to him faded into nonexistence while his awareness grew into existence. 'Damn, fuck, damn.' He moaned and at that particular moment he wanted oblivion once again.

'Well, well aint it nice to see ya awake again,' A smirking face appeared in his peripheral vision, Dean turned his head slightly to match the voice and face before turning his gaze back to the riveting stains on the ceiling. 'Been a long time pretty boy.'

'Yeah well, nice to see ya and all but ya know got things to do, stop the apocalypse and all of that.' Dean quipped deliberately ignoring the obvious baiting.

'Aw and here I was thinking that you'd like to spend some quality time with me getting reacquainted.'

'Sorry but like I told ya before I don't do the dregs of society.'

Rodgers stiffened and appeared to ready himself to strike Dean but instead he stood and towered over his prisoner on the bed, 'I had the medics check your injuries, and your dinner will be brought in soon, other than that you are free to use the bathroom over there and to move around the room. There are no windows and the only way in or out is that door which will remain locked at all times. So just relax and enjoy your well earned ... rest.'

'What are you up to Rodgers?' Dean demanded, 'what's with the playing nice? It aint yer style, not that I'm complaining or anything like that.'

'Orders, and if it weren't for them ... just say that I wouldn't be playin' so nice with ya'

'You're all heart Rodgers.'

Rodgers snarled angrily and stormed out of the room before he did something that he would end up regretting, he locked the door with the key and then slid a bolt across as well, just in case the slippery shit decided to try and pick the lock.

'Get Will to bring Winchester his dinner, let them get reacquainted.' Rodgers ordered Tim and then strode off, he needed to make sure that the trap set for the true prey was ready, that and to find something or someone to vent some frustration on.

S—D

From the office window Jim kept a close watch on the younger Winchester brother, sitting alone in the yard watching the setting sun, he had been out there for the last two hours since they broke the news of the accident and Dean's apparent abduction. 'How's the kid doing?' Bobby asked coming to stand next to the preacher.

'Not good ... well as far as I can tell, he hasn't moved just sitting and staring,' Jim sighed wearily, 'it's like he has all but given up on everything.'

'Damn, just when it seemed that those two were back to them old selves this had to happen.'

'I know, I honestly don't know how much more Sam can be expected to cope with,' Jim glanced at his friend and then returned his gaze to Sam's still form, 'with all he went through at the hands of those extremists, then with Ruby and that other issue, his back injury and ... hell that and what Dean has been through it's enough to break a man completely.'

'And we don't know half of what happened to them in that camp back then,' Ethan intoned joining the others on Sam watch. 'He really shouldn't be out there this time of day, he'll get a chill.'

'You game to tell him that?' Bobby asked mirthlessly, 'coz I sure aint.'

'He's on the move,' Jim said, 'looks like he's heading around the back.'

'Why?' Ethan wondered aloud, all three of them exchanged confused looks, and then Bobby cussed under his breath and hurried to the other end of the old church. 'Bobby what's wrong?' Ethan asked hurrying to catch up with the older man.

'Sam's car is out the back alongside the impala.' Bobby all but snapped.

'Sam's car?' Jim blinked his confusion still clouding his thoughts.

'Yeah, Dean and I rigged out a car with hand controls and brakes so Sam could still drive himself around and not feel totally dependant on everyone else.'

The sound of a motor revving had the three men running down the last corridor towards the back door, reaching the carpark only in time to see Sam speeding away, the mustang's tyres kicking up gravel in its wake as he gained speed.

'Dammit all to hell.' Bobby yelled, 'Ray git yer ass out here.'

'Bobby what are you doing?' Jim asked still reeling over the fact that Sam had once again managed to slip by them.

'Going after his scrawny ass, that's what.' Bobby growled as he jumped into his truck and started to rev it up, 'Ray where the hell are ya?'

'Coming, keep ya cap on.' Ray came running out already armed and spoiling for a fight.

'Git in and hang on.' Bobby said as he planted his foot on the accelerator and span the truck around before Ray had his door shut properly.

S—D

Sam drove ignoring everything but his instinctive big-brother-radar, he wasn't sure where he was headed but he knew that wherever it was, Dean was there.

He could still hear Bobby and Jim as they told him what happened to Josh and Dean, and then what the injured Josh had to say before Sam inspected the impala himself. Dean was gone, that was all Sam could think about, they got to Dean, and while Sam was happily napping they kidnapped his big brother.

'Damn it all to hell Dean,' Sam spat out thumping the steering wheel hard in frustration, 'this is all my fault,' he risked a glance at the hated wheelchair next to him, 'it's all my fault nothing but a crippled freak.'

A fork in the road had him skidding to slow down before he pulled the mustang off to the side and tried to reach out and feel Dean's presence. His hands slid over the leather of the steering wheel and Sam's memories merged with his need to find his big brother.

S—D

Singer Salvage Yard

South Dakota

24th December 2009

'What are ya doing Dean?' Sam snapped when he felt Dean grab hold of the handles on his chair and start to push him towards the front door. 'Dean!'

'Want to show ya something.'

'I don't want to go out Dean, I just want to be left alone,' Sam whined helpless to stop the juggernaut pushing him.

'Nope not gonna do that, now I know it was awful what happened to Lil Miss Sunshine and the hospital but she wouldn't want you to wallow in self-pity, she'd kick yer butt if she could see you now.' Dean said without any malice in his voice just concern. 'So Bobby and me, we've got ya an early Christmas present.'

Before Sam could argue with his brother anymore, they were out on the veranda and Dean carefully manoeuvred the wheelchair down the ramp and headed towards a neat little cherry red mustang 'now I know it's not the impala but ...'

'Dean what did you and Bobby do?' Sam asked in awe staring at the car, 'Dean?'

'Hey Sam,' Bobby appeared from the other side of the car, 'want to test drive it?'

'Bobby?'

'I had it sitting round so while you were in hospital and stuff we ahh got it decked out with hand controls, brakes and stuff. All official mind ya, just we know that yer can't drive the impala no more and needed yer independence.'

'Wow.'

'It's a 1970 mustang, pretty much in cherry condition,' Dean beamed with pride, 'like I said it aint the impala but ...'

'I don't know what to say guys,' Sam said swallowing hard on his rising emotions.

'How about you hop in and give it a test run?' Dean pushed Sam round to the driver's side door, 'now until you get used to the hand control and stuff how bout we just drive around the lot?'

'Sounds like a plan ... thanks Dean, Bobby I ... I dunno what to say except thanks.' And for the first time in a long time, Sam genuinely smiled dimples and all.

S—D

Sam closed his eyes for a second, took a deep breath and concentrated on his brother, he conjured his image in his mind, each freckle, and crease, his glittering green eyes and his smile everything he could think of he brought to the forefront of his mind. Then he added the unique constant scent that was Dean, leather, gunpowder and something else, something only a sibling would pick up or even understand, that peculiar but unique scent of a person that belongs to no one else. All of that that made his brother Dean and more.

With a renewed conviction, Sam opened his eyes and kicked up dust in his wake as sped away from the shoulder of the road already knowing which fork he had to take.

'Hang on Dean, I'm coming,' he muttered determinably, knowing that this was most likely a suicide mission, if it was the last thing Sam was to do with his life, it will be glorious and Dean will survive.

TBC