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Chapter 10

Sam was afraid to move. "Dean, wh…what are you doing? Don't you know who I am?

"Of course I know who you are. Didn't you hear me call you brother?"

Swallowing hard, Sam couldn't believe that this was really happening, that his big brother, the one who has sworn to protect him could actually be standing there pointing a gun at him, knowing who Sam was. Maybe it was a trick. Sam hoped to God it was, if not, his ass was toast.

"Dean."

"Shut your mouth Sammy." Dean warned, cutting him off. Sam obeyed and swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat.

"Keep your hands where I can see them."

Sam nodded, not so much as moving a muscle until Dean told him he could.

Patrick moved to stand beside Dean, doing it for two reasons. He wanted to make sure that Dean stayed like he was because he had just been turned and you have to watch them when they're young like that because it would be easy for them to turn back, and he absolutely loved tormenting Sam by being all friendly with his big brother. It worked, Sam glared.

"Where is my brother?" Patrick asked. Sam refused to answer because he was to busy watching Dean to see if he had really been turned or if this was just an act.

Becoming angry, Patrick sauntered up to Sam, hitting him across the face.

"Where the hell is my brother?"

"Somewhere where you can't get to him," Sam said, trying to sound intimidating. "If you want him to live, you will me and my brother leave this place."

Patrick laughed, not intimidated in the least. "You're not going anywhere and Dean belongs to Carrick now, but I'll tell you what. You tell me where Eric is and I won't kill you. How does that sound?"

Sam swallowed again.

"Where is he?"

Sam refused to answer but continued to watch Dean, who still pointed the gun at his head. He hated to admit it, but he didn't think Dean was playing. Shaking his head, he called his brother's name.

Dean glowered. Sam tasted blood in his mouth from where he'd been hit.

"Fine," Patrick yelled, causing Sam to jump. "I'm going to the basement to see if Eric is there. You two are coming with me. Dean, don't let Sam get away. Carrick will be angry if he does. I'll be backing five minutes."

Dean nodded, making no attempt to lower the gun.

Get the hell out, Sam thought. If Patrick left, maybe he would be able to reach Dean.

"I'll be back soon." Patrick left on some kind of mission. Dean nodded, a sneer on his face.

Looking back once again, making sure Dean was okay, he walked out the door.

Thank God," Sam thought, looking intently at his brother.

"Dean."

"Shut up."

"Dean you've got to listen to me. We don't have much time. Carrick has done this to you. I can help, but you have to help me get out of here."

Shaking his head Dean replied. "No way."

"Dean please! What did he do to you? You know who I am so why are you acting this way? We've got to go! I've got to get you out of here, now."

Taking a step forward, Sam tried to reach his brother but Dean glared, letting Sam know right quick, he needed to stay where he was. Stopping, Sam waited.

"What happened to you?"

Dean glanced at him, trying to remember in his head.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Are you kidding? You've got a gun pointed at my head!"

Glaring at the man before him, Dean wondered if Sam had any more weapons on him. Thinking he should probably check him, he ordered Sam to turn around facing the wall.

"Dean!"

"Turn the hell around. Do not make me tell you again. If I have to turn you around, I can promise you won't like it."

Shaking his head, Sam knew at that moment, that Dean definitely was not playing. He didn't have a choice. He didn't have time to grab Dean and get him out because first he would probably have to knock him out, and second, he would need to be restrained.

Doing as told, Sam turned toward the wall, placing his hands there. Dean searched him, pulling out the cuffs.

Shit, Sam thought. Now what? How would he get Dean out without the cuffs?

Patrick returned, quickly moving to Dean's side. "What are you doing Dean?"

Shrugging Dean said, "I'm searching him. You didn't do that. I wanted to make sure he didn't have any more weapons on him and look what I've found?" He held the cuffs up like they were one hundred percent gold.

Patrick grinned. "That's good Dean." Pulling Sam's hands behind him, he cuffed them.

Sam closed his eyes pushing down the panic. He would have to wait for another time to rescue Dean because with Sam's hands cuffed behind him, he would not be able to grab his brother.

Sam had to admit, things weren't looking too good.