Oh Where, Oh Where has your big brother gone?

Disclaimer: the usual as per chapter 1

Author's note: sorry this has taken longer than I thought to get up, sigh Real Life reared its head and kept me away from my boys.

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CHAPTER 10

Sam opened his eyes and blinked owlishly staring around the motel room, 'Dad?' he called out softly and then again a bit louder. 'Dad where are you?'

Pulling himself out of the bed he stood on shaking legs and lurched towards the door, finding it locked he thumped his fist against it angrily, what have you done Dad?

Moving back to his bed he quickly pulled on some clothes and his boots before returning to the door, taking a deep breath, he concentrated on his father and brother letting his anxiety fuel the adrenalin rush. Then pushing out with his mind Sam stared at the door now hanging from a hinge for a brief moment and then raced out determined to find his family before it was too late. It's all your fault Sam, you screwed up big time and now you have to put things right. The thought bounced throughout his mind, making his headache worse and his eyes water. Angrily he swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand and slipped in behind the wheel of the impala. Sitting there for a moment he remembered the arguments he and Dean had about the music. Or when they took a wrong turn and argued over the map, and the good-natured teasing banter that filled the long hours they had spent on the road over the last year. Dean always coming to his rescue, now when Dean needed him the most he had failed him. 'Okay Sam where are you going?' He asked himself as he started the car, taking a deep breath Sam concentrated on Dean, picturing his face, his voice everything in minute detail as he tried to summon enough of his vision memories to work out where to go.

'Okay kid just drive and don't look round.' A gruff but familiar voice broke into Sam's thoughts, startled he started to turn his head when he felt the cold metal of a gun pressed against the back of his neck. 'I told you not to look around.' Sheriff Ralph Jolley said coldly cuffing the side of Sam's head with his other hand, 'just drive.'

'What do you want Jolley?'

'Your presence is required and I'm the one bearing your invitation.'

'Where to?'

'Keep driving down this road until the edge of town,' Jolley said running his finger down Sam's cheek, no fake lawyers to bail you out now Winchester!'

'What are you talking about?' Sam asked, desperately trying to think of a way to escape the crazed sheriff as he drove taking in different landmarks for future reference.

'Take the next turn right.' The sheriff ordered, ignoring Sam's question, 'just keep your trap shut and drive.' The sheriff watched Sam squirm fearfully, enjoying the boy's obvious fear and discomfort. 'Pull into that side-road now.' He pointed to a narrow laneway to their left; it was nothing more than a dirt track.

'Where are we going?' Sam demanded, panic starting to rise in him when he caught a glimpse of Jolley's face in the rear vision mirror.

'Pull off the road now and park her.'

'But there's nothing here, where are you taking me?'

'Get out of the car Winchester and no funny business if you want to see your brother and daddy again.'

Sam slowly got out of the car turning to face the sheriff and pulled himself up to his full height, towering over the older man he tried to look as intimidating as Dean could do so easily.

'Get walking.' The sheriff waved the gun at Sam and poked him hard in the kidneys, 'nothing stupid either otherwise your brother aint gonna be so pretty ... anymore that is.'

'You hurt Dean and I will kill you.' Sam said in a low voice, 'and that is a promise.'

Suddenly Sam fell to his knees stunned; blood trickled from the cut on the back of his neck where the sheriff had just pistol-whipped him. But, before he could retaliate, the sheriff hit him again with the butt of his gun, sending Sam sprawling face first into the dirt. 'Master wants ya alive but he doesn't care in what condition, and considering the amount of trouble and embarrassment you have caused me, well I might just take my pound of flesh now.'

Sam felt the constricting fear rise in his throat again as the sheriff started to rain blows and kicks on him, 'no more!' Sam yelled as each kick and punch fuelled his temper. Suddenly the sheriff flew backwards crashing down on his back with a bone-crushing thud. Sam scrambled to his feet and stood over his tormentor, his anger negating his pain, 'No more!' He repeated as the sheriff was once again tossed around before slamming into a tree, Sam stalked towards the broken man, his anger rising with the wind howling around him, catching his hair blowing it around his face. With his wild hair and his eyes dark with power and anger he looked like an avenging angel, 'where is my brother?' He demanded, with the flick of his hand he sent the sheriff flying against another tree, 'where is my father?'

'Go to hell freak!' The sheriff yelled, spitting out a mouthful of blood, 'they'll burn now and it'll be your fault.'

Sam felt his rage erupt through him; he imagined the sheriff's lifeless body lying at his feet when he heard the words 'your fault.' Abruptly stopping Sam panted heavily and watched the sheriff cower at his feet, the white rage dissipating into the winds.

'Take me to them.' He ordered pulling the hapless man up by his collar, 'and no tricks.' As they walked in single file with Sam behind the sheriff, Sam chewed his lower lip and fretted over what had just happened. He had never felt such a white rage before or had used his gifts ... moving inanimate objects was one thing but this ... this frightened him.

'Over there.' The sheriff snivelled breaking into Sam's reverie, lifting his tired eyes Sam stared at the large barn shaped building set in the middle of a large ranch, 'they're in there.' The sheriff stopped walking and turned to face Sam, his face a mess of bruises and cuts and his nose a mangled mess in the middle of it. Sam blanched slightly when he saw the damage he had inflicted on the man with just a thought.

'If I were you Sheriff Jolley, I would start to run and never look back.' Sam hissed, 'coz it's not just the Master you have to fear.'

Jolley held Sam's gaze for a moment until he realised that it wasn't an empty threat, scrambling on the loose dirt he sprinted away from the property and the angry young man. The Master can have it all - he was finished.

Sam reached out with his mind, he could feel both his father and brother's presences in the barn, but there were others there, and one malevolent creature controlling them all. Taking a deep breath Sam stealthily made his way to the building, his heart beat so hard against his chest he thought it would burst. He had never felt so alone as what he did at that moment, alone, terrified, and filled with a barely contained white-rage.

Carefully he slipped through an opening that seemed to suffice as an air vent, the stench of blood, sweat and fear choked him but he swallowed down on it and followed the tug towards his family.

'Ah Samuel nice to see you have finally arrived.' A voice boomed from the darkness, flood lights clicked on blinding him in a wash of light, blinking furiously Sam tried to focus on the direction from where the voice came from.

'Sam ... no.' He heard the muffled voice of his father, pulling his faze downward Sam stared ahead of him, as the horrific sight in front of him solidified. Two large crosses dominated the other end of the barn, Dean hung lifelessly from one, his abused body covered in masses of deep lacerations, and scabbed welts crisscrossed his chest and abdomen. His face barely recognisable, with both eyes puffy and swollen, his nose broken and dry flaky skin peeled from his lips from dehydration. Hanging from the other cross, his father. Conscious and aware of what was happening John stared down at Sam filled with a gut-wrenching fear for his youngest son. Long welts covered his body, still bleeding and oozing with the beginnings of an infection, obvious that someone had flayed him with a long whip. His left eye swollen shut had a large cut just above it, dribbling blood into his eye causing it to weep constantly with blood-filled tears. 'No Sammy, run get out of here.'

'Oh such fatherly concern I am afraid it is a little late for that.' The Master Decebal said with a giggle, 'I am sure that Sam here is quite willing to enter into a deal with me to save the two of you.'

'Sam?' Dean whispered weakly trying to lift his head.

'It's okay Dean, don't worry about me.' Sam said trying not to let the tremor in his voice reach his brother. 'Cut them down Decebal.'

'Ha, such fire in such a young whelp!' Decebal clapped his hands in glee, 'I finally have all three Winchesters trapped in one place, such a perfect day.'

Sam took a deep breath and closed his eyes summoning his simmering rage he brought up a howling wind whipping around the barn, sending the unsuspecting crowd of demons and other nefarious people scattering for cover. 'Let them go Decebal.'

'Nice show Sam, such a shame you are stained with goodness.'

'Oh I have more I am only getting started.' Sam said as he lifted his face to stare openly at the Master Demon. Sam's eyes once again dark with power and rage glowed against the white light filling the barn. His windswept hair framing his face as he smiled up at the demon. 'Time to play.'

TBC