A/N- Okay, if it has been a while since you've read the first few chapters and the following flashback makes little to no sense, I'd advise for you to just quickly glance over the first flashback at the beginning of Chapter Three- No Mercy Given. Basically the flashback in Chapter Three was Sam's point of view; the flashback in this chapter is Dean's.

Chapter Ten- Bad Meets Evil

The light flashed before his eyes before he found himself rendered in complete darkness.

A mixture of heat and cold cocooned his battered and broken body; although the mixture did not provide the slightest amount of warmth or comfort.

He could feel the coldness that wrapped itself around his skin. He could feel the painful shiver vibrating through his body, giving him the misconception that his skin was crawling with thousands of insects.

He could feel the coldness growing and spreading inside of him, freezing his throat; his chest; his lungs, making it near impossible for him to swallow; to move; to breathe.

But he could also feel his injuries burning a fiery hell, scorching him inside and out. He could feel the intolerable pain surging through him, sparking his pain receptors alight.

His whole body ached as the fire continued to spread within, never mixing or soothing with the freezing cold; oh no. Instead the two opposing temperatures seemed to work together in a twisted alliance in order to inflict the most torturous amount of pain to the young teenager.

"No! Dean! Please!"

His younger brother's desperate cries filled his otherwise clouded mind, bringing forth an even more agonising pain to the young teenager as the realisation that he was physically incapable to anything but sit there and listen to Sam's desperate cries for his older brother to help him, to save him, to protect him.

His brother was being attacked, taken, and here he was, Dean fucking Winchester stuck in his own fucking mind because he can't handle a fucking punch.

A dark fog began to surround him, bringing along Sammy's desperate cries with it.

Hearing his pleads for help caused more pain than the hour long torture session he had just been forced to endure.

"Sammy!" he desperately called out into the darkness, trying his hardest to ignore the vivid pain of the extremities of his throat being mercilessly ripped to pieces.

"No! Dean!"

The voice faded into a silent whisper, the blackness taking over the vastness of his mind, blocking out the desperate screams that called out for him.

"No! Sammy!" he grunted, forcing his feet to move despite their painful objections as an even more excruciating pain surged through him as he ran blindlessly away from the darkness, trying to find any way out of it and back to the world of the living, back to the world with Sam.

The inadmissible sounds of a struggle refused to enter his mind. He couldn't acknowledge the fierce grunts of pain and combat nor could he register the loud thump of a child's body as it harshly connected with the floor.

His mind didn't pick up on the dragging of worn rubber against the cold floor, or the sudden silence that surrounded him in the now empty motel room.

Instead he ran, and the further he ran away from the darkness, the tighter his chest became. The unknown entity around his body tightened with each step, restricting and making each possible breath ten times more painful than it already was.

"One more step Dean." He groaned to himself, dragging forward his leg with his hand, feeling as if it suddenly weighed an entire ton. Sweat cascaded down his entire body, the fire still burning vigorously inside of him, completely contrasting the ice cold temperature of his skin.

He turned back, his eyes wide as he realised just how close the blackness was to him. "One more step! Come-on god damn it!" he cursed at the exhaustion and pain weighing him down, preventing him from helping Sammy.

He grasped his leg tightly, trying to heave it forward, but it was as if it had been trapped in invisible, dry concrete. He let go of his leg and harshly pulled it, praying to a God he didn't believe to free his leg from the invisible weight.

He pulled harder and faster, and instead of pulling himself free, he fell downwards, winding himself instantly from the sudden fall.

"Get the up. Get the fuck up!" he grunted to himself as he gasped for air. "Get the fuck up and go help Sammy!" The blackness continued to edge closer, slower, as if it was taunting him and amused for his failed efforts in trying to regain consciousness.

"Stop being this lousy excuse for a hunter!" he growled at himself. "Stop being this lousy excuse for a brother!"

Panic began to settle in as the edges of his mind and vision tinged ebony black, mercilessly attacking at his vulnerable mind, edging closer and closer to the centre of his vision, blacking out any chance to escape back to the outside world; back to Sam.

"I'm so sorry Sammy." He whispered, closing his eyes as the hope and fight escaped him when the pain become almost too much to bare. He could feel the blackness creep up on him, sending a wave of shivers through his pain affiliated body.

Just before it engulfed him, an ear piercing scream shattered the blackness surrounding him, his eyes flying open in under a second as his mind recognised the person in which it came from.

"SAMMY!" He screamed louder than ever, effortlessly jumping back up onto his own two feet, not caring about the added agony that he was certain would evade his body.

A hiss of pain escaped his lips as a blinding light radiated around him, the light so bright it felt like his eyes were on fire.

"D-Dean." The voice of his baby brother called out, momentarily easing the excruciating pain radiating through him as he felt his heart swell, and for a spilt second Dean thought he had won.

The smile he had in his mind wavered and transformed into a scowl of pain as he felt Sam's small hand wrap around his own, a simple soothing touch for Sam; a fiery hell for Dean.

In his mind the touch ignited all the pain that had been removed just seconds ago to burn brightly once again.

"M…'m so sorry Sammy." He slurred, trying to keep his head upright, fighting to meet those innocent brown eyes that had witnessed too much horror for his tender age; fighting to stay in the world of consciousness and not in the fiery hell his mind was trapped in.

As each second torturously passed by, the burning pain intensified, circling him in a ring of fire.

"No Dean. I'm the one that's sorry." his brother's teary eyed apology became hard to focus on as the terrifying realistic scene played on in his mind. The fiery reminiscences reflected in his green orbs, illuminating the pure agonising fear present in the as the ring of fire closed in,

"You…..deserve this."

Dean's head whipped upwards, his eyes wide and confused.

That wasn't Sammy was it?

No! Sammy would never say that!

"You…..tell him where I am."

"No! No I didn't Sammy!" Dean cried out, tears welling in his eyes as the burning fire echoed his brother's heart shattering words.

Dean jerked his body in a pitiful attempt to avoid the flames as they encircled even closer to him, before finally enveloping his body.

"You're the one…..You're the one."

He allowed the pain fuelled scream to escape his mouth as both the physical and emotional pain became past the point of unbearable. His scream echoed for miles as the flames engulfed him, the putrid smell of his own burning flesh entered his nose bitterly causing him to want to gag.

"Worry…..Dean."

"You…deserve this."

"You're the one…."

"You….tell them where I am"

"You….deserve this."

He felt his skin tighten and crackle, his hands now scorched ebony black as the fire continued to burn mercilessly on his body. He was momentarily memorised by the dancing flames that engulfed his hands, his senses and pain receptors now becoming numb as the realisation of death became near, a realisation he gratefully accepted with open arms.

His body collapsed to the floor, a new sense of peace washed over him as his eye lids became heavier and harder to keep open. The brightness of the flames that still engulfed his body soon became vague and blurred as the darkness clouded his almost lifeless eyes.

"I'm so sorry Sammy…" he whispered as the emerald green that once had burned brightly in his eyes faded away.

-x-

Dean had been pacing around the small room for the past two hours now, refusing Bobby's orders to eat, rest or sleep.

Another bandage was now wrapped tightly around his forearm, yet again adding to the collection of injuries he had obtained from his younger brother.

He watched the unconscious figure cautiously as he paced, his mind running rabid as it tried to process and come up with a logical explanation to explain what happened those few short hours ago that were now just an over analysed blur in his mind.

His heart continued to cringe as he watched Sam's body jerked every few minutes as his forehead was creased in worry and pain, trapped in the world of unconsciousness, his trip obviously being anything but pleasant.

A cold sweat had slightly coated the younger teenager's body, drafting his dark bangs to his forehead. The rattling and scraping of the handcuffs against the bed frame had been driving him mental for the past eighty-five minutes when Sam's body first began to gently convulse, though not to the extent it had been before, much to Dean's relief.

He couldn't lie that and say that it didn't kill him watching his baby brother struggle and suffer before him, but what killed him even more was the fact he couldn't protect him from the terror going on inside of his own mind, just like how he couldn't protect him that night he was taken away.

"Dean, we need to talk." Bobby announced, as he opened the large iron door and leaned against the doorframe, his face etched with worry and concern while his body language screamed that he didn't know what the fuck to do and he sure as hell wasn't comfortable in having this conversation.

"What is it Bobby?" Dean asked hurriedly as he continues to pace around the small room.

"Explain to me what happened 'ere tonight?" he asked, or softly order as he folded his arms over his chest.

Dean stopped pacing and knew he couldn't avoid the conversation about what happened any longer. He walked over to the metal chair and collapsed down on it, roughly dragging his hands over his face, trying to rid the fatigue and worries that washed over him. "I don't know Bobby." Dean sighed, adverting his gaze back to his little brother. "I was just sleeping right here, and next thing I know Sam's screaming bloody murder in mid-air."

Bobby scratched his bread. "Mid-air?" he asked to clarify.

Dean nodded in conformation. "Yeah, mid-air."

Bobby nodded, absorbing the information, and ushered the young hunter on.

"So of course I run straight over to him and he just…collapses back down on the bed and starts shaking and kicking and screaming. The whole bed was shaking Bobby. Then I see that he's fought so hard against those handcuffs that blood's basically pouring out of him. So I did the first thing I thought of; stop him. So I jump on him and try and hold him down….and then he opened his eyes…and they were pure black. Next thing I know…"

"He's biting your arm?" Bobby filled in.

Dean shook his head. "No he wasn't just biting it Bobby… he was trying to drinking my blood."

-x-

"So we thinking vamp?"

"Nah, Bobby he didn't have the fangs." Dean sighed dramatically, throwing the book he had finally finished skimming through with onto the growing pile of books in Bobby's library floor.

"Well I honestly have no flippin' idea what the hell is going on with Sam." Bobby grunted roughly closing the large book infront of him.

"You and me both…" Dean muttered under his breath. "Speaking of Sam, it's been awhile, I think I better check on him." Dean announced, standing up before groaning from the stiffness of his limbs.

He stretched his arms and legs out quickly before making his way back down to the panic room.

With his free hand he dug in his right breast pocket of his leather jacket, a newly found permanent home for the key to the panic room, a place where he could quickly and easily find it if he needed to.

He pushed open the door and held back a gasp at the large amounts of sweat coating the young teenager and the fierceness of his shaking body.

"Shit!" Dean cursed, running to the bathroom and soaking a towel in the cold water that flowed from the tap before rushing back to the panic room, not giving a rat's ass if his cast had gotten wet.

"Hey, Sammy. It's okay. You're burning up and I just need to get your temperature down okay?" Dean explained softly, not even sure if Sam could hear him, mimicking the soothing voice he always used to use when Sam was sick or had a nightmare when he was younger.

He gently placed the towel on Sam's forehead, feeling the shiver radiating through his body as it came in contact with his burning skin.

"That's good Sam." Dean soothed, patting the towel across his forehead.

"Please….Make it stop." Sam whispered, barely audible, but Dean had heard it perfectly. The pleading words shocked through him as the innocent ten year old Sammy surfaced before him.

Sam still had his eyes closed, but his lips quivered together, and for a moment Dean considered taking the towel away as he saw the goosebumps rise on the young teenager, but completely disregarded the idea.

"It hurts so bad. My chest is on fire, but I'm so cold."

Careful of his cast, Dean gently cupped either side of his little brother's face, knowing that what he was about to ask could completely backfire in his face and then they would be straight back to square one. "Sammy…I need you to open your eyes okay? Can you do that for me?" he asked gently, nerves running riot inside of him as he saw Sam's eyelashes momentarily flutter as Sam attempted to open his eyes.

"That's it Sammy… Almost there. Come on you can do it." he pushed on, his heart ready to implode from his chest at the agonising anticipation.

Sam's eyes fluttered more open as he struggled to keep his eye lids open. Using whatever energy he had hidden inside of him he successfully managed to fully open his eyes.

Dean stared intently into Sam's dazed and clouded eyes, hoping, hell praying to see some recognition to spark in them.

"Sam? Sammy? You there?"

Confusion drifted across the young teenager's face as he struggled to focus on the figure standing before him.

"De'n?" he mumbled incoherently in a hushed whisper, the loudest he could manage.

"Yeah Sammy; it's me." Dean smiled as his chest swelled.

"You really 'live?" Sam questioned hazily, his eye lids threatening to close shut. "Or this j'st a dre'm?"

"Nah Sammy, no dream. I'm alive as alive can be. You can't get rid of me that easily."

Sam's lips slightly twitched upwards at Dean's words, and he gave into the weight forcing his eyelids to close shut, his slow and steady breaths now not causing his chest to move erratically as a new look of peace washed over his young features as he fell into the world of what Dean was hoping, was sleep.

Dean removed his hands from the younger boy's cheeks and grabbed the towel that still rested on his forehead. He frowned slightly as he noted the cool temperature had been literally over powered by the temperature of Sam's skin.

"Don't worry Sammy. You sleep. I'll be back in a few minutes." Dean explained, smiling slightly as he gently wiped back the bangs that stuck to his forehead.

He slowly trudged out of the room, looking back at the figure that now appeared to be sleeping in peace, and he felt his heart swirl.

The Sammy he remembered was still there.

-x-

It was when the large metal door closed is when Sam's eyes flew open, although they did not bring forward those innocent brown eyes…..or even the dreaded ebony black ones.

No, his eyes were neither one of those.

His was now someone much worse.

For now, his eyes burned a bright, vibrant yellow.

-x-

A/N 2: Not my finest chapter I'll admit, I honestly thought it was terrible. The amount of times I rewrote this is beyond ridiculous, but it's what's happened in this chapter is an important factor in the main story line.
If you're there staring at this like 'WHAAAAAA' I promise things will start to make more sense in future chapters!
As usual thank-you so much for the reviews! Really appreciated!

Hoped you enjoyed!

-Lexii xx