Authors Note: Sorry guys for the late update. I was scattering around to finish Hide and Seek which is accomplished I'm happy to state so if you haven't seen the last chapter go check it out! Other than that I've been a taking in stray cats literally hahaha. These Jerks who live behind us left like 12 cats when they moved and there the most sweetest cat's ever too. All friendly and such. They even left two baby kittens that were probably only 6 weeks old. I took those two in and I'm happy to say there gaining weight because there ribs were showing before. Trouble and Lucky are there names hahaha. I'll have to post a pic on my profile. Enough chit, chat let's move onto the story. Thanx Charity
Dean was startled when he heard the terrified scream coming from his brother. Sammy had been so quiet that Dean figured he went too sleep but he shouldn't have been so easily fooled. When they were younger Sammy never went to sleep without a fight unless he was sick.
That's when Dean was snapped back to reality when Sam's small weight went suddenly limp in his arms. "Sammy!" Dean yelled, panicked at how limp the small body was.
Lowering Sammy down to the floor gently Dean did a quick assessment. Checking pulse, his breathing and his pupils which all passed inspection. Pinching the skin between the bridge of his nose Dean gave a long suffering sigh. Maybe Sammy was so overwhelmed with what was going on that he passed out from it?
It could happen since when Sammy was little he would either yell for hours of pass out if he became too stressed. Dean remembered Sammy's first day at school. The kid was excited but way to stressed to think clearly and Sammy wound up getting so worked up he passed out and missed his first day of kindergarten.
Dean smiled sadly. Still thinking that Sammy passed out from too much stress he hefted him up and laid him on the couch. "Don't worry Sammy you sleep I'll fix all of this." Dean promised softly still kneeling before the couch. He lingered for a few more seconds until he got up to start some more research on the where-a-bout's on Bobby and possibly figuring out the trickster's cryptic code.
It wouldn't be even an hour later until Dean figured out the real reason of Sam's fainting spell.
Bobby panted harshly through his nose. Mostly from anger than anything else. He wouldn't let these demons get there filthy hands on Sammy or Dean for that matter. Ever since John's passing he became a surrogate father to the boys and he's not failing that job now. Not when everything was on the line.
The demons came and gone as they pleased.
None talked to him except to taunt him because they knew how mad they would get of they talked about Sammy. Screwing his eyes shut tightly Bobby concentrated on a plan to get out of here.
But the manacles were solid steel and they stripped him of every weapon he had before they cuffed him. Bobby hated to admit it but as the seconds went by his hope of escaping dimmed.
Yelling furiously against the gag Bobby vowed that if he did escape out of here he was going to give every single demon hell.
Sammy was alone in a dark abyss.
Every which way he turned he was met with blistering darkness that seemed to be encroaching upon him.
He whimpered slightly. He was scared and he wanted his Deanie. He wanted Daddy.
Fat tears rolled down his face slowly. "Deanie!" Sammy yelled but all he heard was the echo of his own voice.
"Don't be scared little one."
Sammy jumped at the soft voice. "Who-whose there?" Sammy asked quietly.
"I'm here to help you."
Sammy brightened up at that but remembered a golden rule his Daddy instilled in him. "I no talk strangers." Sammy lamented his shakiness reverberating through his words.
The stranger chuckled but it wasn't a creepy chuckle it was a chuckle mixed with fondness and amusement. It reminded Sammy of when Deanie laughs. Sam felt himself easing up already.
"That's a good rule to remember but I'm here to bring you back to Deanie. Wouldn't you want that?"
Sammy nodded his head eagerly but remembered that it was too dark to see so he spoke up. "Yes sir."
Suddenly a hand was thrust out of the darkness. It was open and inviting.
Sammy shrugged and walked up to latch onto it.
"Let's go find Deanie shall we?"
The light was the first thing that registered in Sammy's mind. Blinking open hazy eyes he winced as the light seemed to aggravate his eyes and make his head pound wasn't real sure what was going on everything was still a fuzzy memory.
Suddenly a face appeared above his face and he had to squint real hard to make out the features but he instantly recognized his brother's face. "Deanie!" Sammy shouted his arms instantly reaching out to be held.
Dean obliged him and picked him up to give him a big hug. "God Sammy you scared me."
Sammy nodded but soon winced. His head was really hurting him. "Ow.."
Dean frowned. "Ow? Where are you hurting?"
Sammy sniffed. "Mys head hurts Deanie."
Dean smiled sympathetically. A Headache. Just what they needed. He didn't have any baby aspirin around either.
"You got a headache Sammy?" Dean asked lightly settling down in the cushions of the couch.
Sammy nodded.
Then he seemed to remember the flashbacks. He remembered the way the pressure built in his skull until he couldn't contain his scream. They were like images going in warp speed really blurry and hard to make out but Sammy caught enough of a glimpse to have seen Uncle Bobby hurt.
"Deanie!" Sammy cried again but whimpered when the pain ratcheted up in his head.
"Shhhh…." Dean whispered soothingly bringing his hand up to cradle Sam's head gently. "You have to speak softer."
"I knows why my head hurt." Sammy replied softly finding that his head didn't hurt as much when he spoke quietly.
"Yeah, wanna tell me then." Dean said softly figuring Sammy remembered passing out.
"I saws Unca Bobby get hurted." Sammy sniffed trying to hold in tears that wanted to fall. The last thing he wanted to do was cry and get worked up again.
That got Dean thinking. He eyes widened as he looked down at Sammy to try to confirm his suspicions and the lines that were formed around the toddler's mouth and the headache proved it.
Sammy had a vision?
Well shit.
"What did you see baby?" Dean spoke softly using the moniker he used to use often when Sammy was that age. He knew that Sammy didn't remember anything of his mother so Dean secretly picked up her nickname for Sammy when she passed.
"Unca Bobby was trapted and and… they hurted Unca Bobby!" Sammy shouted breaking his earlier promise not to get worked up.
"Who Sammy? Who hurt Uncle Bobby?" Dean demanded softly.
"The bad man wifh back eyes." Sammy stated solemnly as he burrowed his hurting head in Deanie's chest.
Ohhh a sort of cliffhanger hahaha. I just wanted to add to the suspension or something like that. Or that's what I told myself at least hahaha. Who was the guy in Sammy's dream? Any guesses? Tell me what ya think. Thanx Charity
