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Jungle Fever

Chapter eleven

With Sam unconscious Nguyen saw no reason to further torture Dean without an audience. Both brothers were thrown back into the cell. Dean immediately crawled over to his brother.

"Sammy?....Sam?" He blinked back tears as he looked at Sam's sweat soaked face; it was obvious his fever was getting worse. He pulled his brother into his arms. He knew between the beatings and the fever Sam wasn't going to last much longer, but he also knew dying would hopefully send his brother back to their own time and get him out of the hell they were living in. Dean was torn about what to do, sit back and watch his brother die, or do what ever he could to try and help him live, but by helping him he knew he was just prolonging his torture?

Mike Conner crawled over to them.

"You and him must be close….you called the Corporal by his first name."

"Yeah, yeah we are close."

"He doesn't look too good. I think he's only got a few days at most, maybe less."

Dean could only nod, he knew Conner was right.

A few minutes later Sam opened his eyes. He looked at Dean and seemed relieved to see him, but then he looked at Conner and recoiled back into Dean's arms.

"What's he doing here?" Sam asked as he watched Conner's face morph into a demon's face.

"It's okay Sam, it's not what you think." Dean did his best to reassure his brother.

"He's a demon Dean can't you see it?"

"Sam it's the fever talking….just try to relax."

Dean could only imagine what the men in the cell were thinking. They had to have heard Sam in the next room screaming about demons and creatures while he was being tortured.

"What's going on with him?" Conner asked. He could tell something was different about the two men but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. For one thing he had heard Sam shout about leaving his brother alone. He knew there would be no way that two brothers would be in the same platoon. They just didn't do it that way in the Marines. The brothers would have been separated into different platoons, but here they were together. What the hell was going on he wondered?

"The fever is making him hallucinate." Dean tried to explain.

"I heard him say you were his brother….Is that true?"

"Like I said he's hallucinating."

"And what's all this talk about demons? I heard him screaming about demons and about some girl named Ruby and her knife, plus something about a devil's trap. What the hell's he talking about?"

"The Corporal's burning up with fever……he's hallucinating. Plus he could have suffered a brain injury when we were hit by the artillery fire. He doesn't know what he's saying…..it's all rubbish."

"I've heard people ramble on before when they had a brain injury or were burning up with fever, they say all kinds of nonsense…….but this is different. The Corporal actually seemed to know exactly what he was talking about…..Plus when they were questioning him about President Johnson and what his plans were, he kept saying Johnson wasn't the president……that some guy named Bush was. Who the hell is Bush?"

Dean ignored the man as he dipped a cloth into the bucket of water and dabbed it on Sam's face hoping to cool him down a little.

"Dean…." Sam looked up at him. "We got to get out of here…..We got to get back to our own year…our own time."

Conner looked at Dean confused then looked back down at Sam.

"And what year is that?"

"2008."

"2008?"

"Yeah…..we shouldn't be here….we don't belong here."

Dean pulled his brother close; he knew Sam didn't realize what he was saying; the fever was making him talk.

"Take it easy Sam, don't talk, just take it easy." He told his brother as he continued trying to cool him down. He glanced at Conner hoping he would stop questioning him and go back to the other men who were lost in their own misery and didn't seem to be paying any attention to their conversation.

"Who are you guys?" Conner asked. "You suddenly appear out of nowhere, and neither one of you could tell the Sergeant what platoon you were with. What's going on?"

"I told you, we took some heavy artillery fire before we ran into your platoon…..we were confused."

"Maybe one of you but not both."

"Like I said, we're confused."

"There's something strange about you, about both of you. I can't quite put my finger on it but……like your brother said….you look like you don't belong here. … And the torture…… You should be screaming by now, giving out information…..but you both just take it; take it like you're used to it….like you've been in extreme pain before and …… and somehow know how to handle it, like some kind of special ops guys. Who are you? Who are you really?"

Dean had heard Conner refer to Sam as his brother and he decided not to deny it any longer, what was the point. He glanced up at Conner as he continued trying to cool Sam off.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

TBC