Voice of Reason

Sequel to Who Am I?

Disclaimer: Sigh nope not putting claim on the boys or anything pertaining to Supernatural since we have our show for another season and we want the powers-that-be to keep our show on air as long as possible!

Warnings: Rated for violence and sensitive issues, so if you get squeamy please don't come running to me, you have been warned!

Note: I am picking this story up not far from where I ended Who Am I? So if you haven't read that I suggest that you do first and then come back here for the rest...

Author's Note: Sorry it has taken so long to update, Real Life has a stranglehold on me at the moment and I am swamped with end of term assessments and essays for the next few weeks. So I thought it might be better to do shorter more frequent updates than the longer chapters, for now anyways.

CHAPTER TEN

Shadows chased him through the trees and long grass, he fell and skinned his knees but he picked himself up and kept running, he had to get away he had to find them.

Large hands grabbed at him from behind he screamed in terror as he fell face down. Scrambling to his feet he started to run again, he could feel the blood running down his face and arms but he couldn't stop.

The hands grabbed him this time pushing him down on the ground he felt the weight on top and he knew that he had been caught. He felt a scorching pain across the back of his ankle, a knife sliced through his Achilles tendon crippling him. He screamed himself hoarse as large tears fell down his face. He felt his hips pulled upwards but he could do nothing to stop what was to come next. It was a trap all along, the chance to escape, the chase it was all a set up, he was the prey, the hunted and now to the victor went the spoils. He was the spoils.

White hot pain seared through him as he felt the intrusion in his body, dry and violent thrusting forced it deep inside and he screamed for the last time before unconsciousness claimed him and he slumped forward limply. Suspended only by a pair of large filthy hands.

Sammy whimpered and jerked his head up, his body ached and his head hurt so much, tears ran down his face but he just sniffed and scrubbed at his nose with his arm. He tried to move his other arm and it wouldn't do what he wanted making him cry even harder.

The little girl who was his friend was gone and now he was all alone; Dean was gonna be so mad with him for running away and now he was all alone. 'Deanie?' Sammy called out but only silence answered him. Closing his eyes he pictured Dean in his mind, he could hear his voice, he could remember Dean.

'Wake up brat.' Greglorious appeared in front of Sammy and kicked him viciously. Sammy cried out and tried to focus on his tormentor. 'Go away, don't like you I want Deanie.'

'Shut up and come with me.' Greglorious snarled, 'now brat.'

'No, I want Deanie,' Sammy pouted, 'my arm don't work anymore coz of you, I want my brother.'

'Shut it and get up or your other arm won't work either.'

'No, you're a meanie!' Sammy cried trying to push away from the demon, 'I want Deanie, you're a meanie.'

'Get the fuck up.'

'Ooh you cussed and said the bad word.' Sam breathed wide-eyed, 'you gonna get in trouble.'

'With who? There's only you and me here shit-head and you are going to do what I say.'

'No I'm not.' Sammy cried out and lashed out with his leg, kicking the demon behind the knees, as the demon crashed to the floor Sammy kicked out again this time catching Greglorious' nose.

'You little shit!' Greglorious screamed swiping at Sammy with a taloned hand slicing the young man across the chest. Sam screamed in pain and then pummelled his attacker with his good fist as hard as he could, his damaged arm hanging limply at his side.

'No more, no more hurting Sammy.' He kept yelling with each blow, 'no more hurting.'

Greglorious roared and flew up to hover over Sammy, his human persona gone replaced by a winged creature with large leathery wings, a misshapen face and a jaw filled with razor sharp fangs and teeth. The body shorter, rounder and covered in black and red scales, the hands now with long claws instead of fingers and the feet the same. It screeched in fury as it hovered in the air above the traumatised boy cowering on the floor before it swooped at him with its claws ready to slice through the soft skin.

'What the fuck do you think you are doing?' A cold voice roared through the silence making the creature morph back into the humanoid version.

'What are you doing here?' Greglorious countered.

'You took my prize.' The Master indicated Sammy still cowering against the wall, covered in bloody cuts and large multi-coloured bruises. 'What the fuck have you done to him?'

'He disrespected me.' Greglorious snarled, 'I taught him a lesson.'

The Master demon hissed and then went to crouch in front of Sammy, 'are you alright Sam?'

'Who you?' Sam whispered pushing himself harder against the wall, 'I want Deanie.'

'Sam did he hurt you?'

'My arm broked, it don't work so good.' Sam said his lower lip trembling as fresh tears started to flow, 'an' he cut me.'

'How old are you Sam?'

'Why?'

'Because I am worried about you.' The Master said reaching out to stroke Sam's face but the young man recoiled and stared at the fiery yellow eyes in front of him.

'Ooh you the bad man in my dreams.' Sam cried out, 'dumb Sammy, dumb Sammy.'

'Sam?'

'Dumb Sammy, silly dumb, dumb Sammy.' The boy wailed as he started to rock himself and bang his head on the wall behind him.

The Master demon rose, stalked over to the strife demon, and grabbed him by his collar and lifted him easily, 'what the fuck did you do to him?'

'He, he is permanently in a child state, he thinks he's five or six something like that.'

'What? What the fuck can I do with him like this?'

'Then let me keep him.'

'As if I would reward you for your stupidity.'

'M-Master he tastes so good, I couldn't help myself.'

'How did you get him away from his watchdog brother?'

'Came to him in his dreams, it was rather easy actually. Told him to come with me and I wouldn't kill his brother.'

'And he was in this condition?'

'No, no at that stage he was back to normal he woke up like this.'

'And you didn't think that something was wrong?'

'Six or twenty-four who the fuck cares ... he still tastes ... he is addictive, Master please let me keep him.'

'He is not a toy or a pet Greglorious, he is an important part of my plans and you have ruined him' The Master yelled his anger and patience at their limit, he waved his hand and the demon screamed as it burst into flames and disappeared into the air, all that remained was a small pile of ashes. 'Now Sammy my boy let's see about waking you up.' The Master smiled down at the now unconscious boy.

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Dean woke with a start, he could have sworn he had heard Sam calling out his name, looking around blearily he focused on the faces of the four men looking at him. 'What?' He mumbled.

'Welcome back to the land of the living.' Bobby grinned, 'how you doing boy?'

'Oh just freaking peachy.' Dean growled wincing as his stiff jaw decided to remind him of the still healing fracture.

'So I see.' Bobby tossed back, 'doc is here.'

'How long have I been out?' Dean turned a baleful stare at the elderly doctor.

'Two hours.'

'We have to find Sammy.'

'No, first I will check you out and then we will see if you are up to it.' Jim said evenly.

'I am going Doc don't really care what you say.'

'I can always knock you out Dean.' Jim countered lifting his hand to show Dean the syringe he was holding, 'your choice.'

'So why you taking so long?' Dean snapped.

The doctor opened his mouth to retort but instead picked up his digital thermometer and stuck in Dean's ear another hand clasped his patient's wrist and a foreboding look on his face silenced any further protests.

After the doctor finished his exam, gave Dean another shot of antibiotics and then a mild painkiller before starting to pack up his equipment.

'So Doctor what's the verdict?' Dean asked.

'You still have a fever, your infection is slowly abating and your jaw is far from fine but otherwise...'

'I'm going to find Sam.' Dean declared when a sharp pain passed through his head right behind his eyes. 'Argh.' He grunted and gripped his head tightly.

'Dean? Dean what is it?' Jim asked concerned for his patient, he knew he hadn't missed anything.

'Sammy ah ... Sammy ... pain.' Dean managed to get out as the vision blurred in his mind, all he could see was Sam crouched against a wall, broken and bleeding, he could hear Sam calling for him. 'Sammy?' Dean's body slumped forward as the tenseness left him limp and shaking.

'What was it Dean?'

'Sammy ... he was hurt so bad.' Dean said, 'damn if this is what Sam goes through then I don't want it.'

'Dean?'

'I heard him, calling my name, he sounds so scared.' Dean spoke more to himself than to the others but they all heard him clearly.

'Dean?' Bobby crouched down in front of Dean and put his hand on the younger man's shoulder, 'what else did you see?'

'Sammy, he was hunched against a wall ... no windows ... nothing, he was alone but hurt so bad and I could hear him calling me but he wasn't saying it aloud.'

'Do you think you can find him?'

Dean lifted his head and stared evenly at Bobby, sniffing away the tears. 'What do you think?' he asked wiping drops of blood away from his nose. 'We're going on a hunt.'

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'Sammy you got big owies?' Susie asked peering up at her friend's face, 'did the bad man do that?'

'Uhhuh, he hurt me an' now my arm won't work.' Sammy nodded looking at Susie, 'whatcha doin' back here?'

'My daddy saved me.' The little girl exclaimed excitedly, 'he says he wants to save you too.'

'No, no, no, only Deanie, Deanie will save me.'

'But my daddy wants to.'

'No, no Deanie, I want Deanie.' Sam started to rock again banging his head against the wall, 'Deanie save me.'

'No, no Sammy, my daddy wants to help you.' Susie pouted stamping her little foot, 'he said he make you better.'

'No I want Deanie.'

'Deanie gone Sammy, Deanie not coming.' Susie yelled, 'my daddy wants to be your daddy.'

'No!' Sammy screamed, 'my daddy is in heaven with my mommy.'

'Sammy no, my daddy ...'

'No!' Sammy yelled his anger bursting to get out of him, 'go way you're not my friend.'

'Ow Sammy, you hurt Susie.' She cried out sliding across the room with an unseen force, 'Sammy a meanie.'

'I want Deanie.' Sam yelled again, pushing himself up the wall he stood his full six feet five inch height, his face burning red and infused with anger, his good fist clutching at air, 'I want Dean.'

'Sammy, scaring Susie ... stop it.' The little girl sobbed, 'Daddy!'

The Master demon appeared and picked up the crying child and vanished, reappearing within the blink of an eye alone, he stood in front of Sam and watched him carefully.

'What's with the temper tantrum?'

'I want Dean.' Sam puffed out, he blinked profusely trying to clear his blurry sight, the fog lifting from his mind slowly as he started to remember what happened. 'What the?'

'Ah nice to see you back Sam, I have been waiting for you.'

'What's going on?' Sam asked confused he looked down at his broken arm, dizziness assailed him and his knees buckled slowly he slid back down to sit on the floor propped against the wall. 'What did you do to me?'

'Oh it wasn't me precious boy, it was that idiot Greglorious.'

'Where?' Sam swallowed convulsively at the thought of the strife demon returning.

'Done and dusted, now Samuel I need to know something.'

'The name is Sam.'

'When you were the child ... was it an act?'

'What the fuck? No it wasn't an act, your boy did something to me ... to ... to...' Sam winced as the now familiar pain spiked behind his eyes.

'To what?'

'Who are you?' Sam blinked up at the stranger in front of him, 'where am I?'

'What's your name?'

'Sammy.'

'How old you are Sammy?'

Sam blinked and visibly shuddered, 'who are you?'

'How old are you Sammy?'

'The name is Sam.' Sam snapped as his eyes closed and he listed to his side landing on his broken arm.

'Dusting that bastard was too good for him.' The Master snapped gripping Sam's already damaged arm he squeezed it and yanked hard eliciting a yelp of pain from his victim.

'What the fuck?' Sam blinked up at him, 'who are you?'

'Let's start this again Sam and no more losing consciousness or I will get mad, now how old are you?'

'Twenty-four what the fuck do you think.'

'What is your name?'

'Sam.'

'Sam who?'

'Winchester ... like you don't know that.'

'What about little Sammy?'

'He's safe now,' Sam said knowing that finally his 'little Sammy' wouldn't be coming back he had to protect him and not let him out again.

'Welcome back.'

'So who are you?'

'What do you remember?'

'Not much, argh my arm.'

'Yeah it's a nasty break, so what else do you remember ... think Sam or your other arm will look the same.'

'My, my brother and, and ... oh yeah wanting to kill you, you yellow-eyed bastard.' Sam spat the words out with as much venom as he could.

'Ah Sammy we are going to have to work on your people skills and manners aren't we.'

'What did you do with Susie?'

'She's safe, you frightened her with your little tantrum.'

'What about her mother?'

'No Sam you see it goes like this, you're my prisoner therefore I ask the questions and you answer me or face lots of torture, pain and well all around not so pleasantries.'

'Go fuck yourself.'

'You know with your mouth Sammy boy I am starting to think I preferred the little Sammy.'

'Yeah well careful what you wish for.'

TBC