Chapter 12

Dean wasn't surprised went the call went to his dad's voicemail.

"Dad, its Dean. Listen I'm sorry for the way I reacted, but listen, Sammy and I have reason to believe that you're in danger. The person who kidnapped Sammy before took him again. Sam said that the guy said something about killing you. Just…just call me, okay? Please."

Dean hung up the phone and looked at his brother who was still sleeping.

"He'll be fine, Dean," Bobby said from his seat at the table.

Dean just nodded and sat next to Sam and ran his fingers through his brother's hair.

"What do we do now, Bobby?"

"I don't know, hopefully when Sam wakes up he'll be able to tell us more about what happened. We need to find this guy before he kills any of you."

Dean nodded just as Sam bucked and screamed.

"Dean! Help!"

"Easy, Sam, I'm right here. What's wrong, kiddo?"

"Dean! It hurts. Please, make it stop!" Sam whimpered and bucked again.

"Sammy, you gotta calm down. Where does it hurt?"

"Whole body. Feels like I can't…"

"…Like you can't move?"

Sam nodded as tears welled in his eyes.

"Hey, don't cry, Sammy. Just try to relax. If it's anything like last time then you gotta just stay still."

"But, Dean, it hurts."

"I know kiddo."

Sam tried to relax like Dean was telling him, but it was hard when every fiber in his body hurt like hell.

"Sam, can you tell us any more about the guy who kidnapped you?" Bobby asked. "It might help us understand why he wants to hurt your dad."

"Um, I don't really know. I only saw him twice and he was talking about using me to hurt dad. He wanted me to love him. Said he loved me and that Dean and dad didn't care about me. He said something about how he knew how dad felt about me. And how dad thought I was weak, and pathetic," Sam moaned.

"Weak and pathetic?" Bobby asked.

"The last time dad was here, he called Sam weak and pathetic. But how the hell…Oh shit!"

"What, Dean?" Bobby asked.

"Something is not right, Bobby. Something's been off with dad since he first showed up. I mean the way he treated Sam. I mean in the beginning he acted like how I expected dad to react, but after that…"

"You think maybe John's under a spell or something?"

"Has to be, Bobby. Yeah, sometimes dad can be a little harsh to Sammy, but he'd never react that way."

"Hmm, that does seem to make sense. Try your father again."

Dean nodded and dialed his father again. He sighed when it went to voicemail. Again.

"Dad its Dean, again. Listen Bobby and I were talking and we think a witch or something like it is after you. We think you've been put under a spell. Listen call me back or better yet, just show up at the motel room. We're at the same motel you came to the last time," Dean said and hung up the phone.

Sam moaned on the bed and tried to sit up. Dean ran to his side.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked his brother as he helped Sam sit up.

"Yeah, just feel kinda strange."

"Strange like how? Pain?"

Sam shook his head, "I dunno, just really weird, man."

"You hungry?"

Sam nodded and Dean guided him to the table where he sat and ate.

Trix watched Sam from afar and smiled.

"Everything is going according to plan. All that there is to do is wait for John to show up. Then I will strike. The Winchesters will never know what hit them, especially Sam since he is under my spell."

John showed up shortly after getting Dean's second message. He wasn't even sure why he kept showing up if Dean kept throwing him out. I mean was it his fault that Sam was pathetic? John sighed and knocked on the door. The door opened and he was face to face with a shotgun.

"Bobby, its John."

Bobby lowered the gun only to splash holy water in John's face. John grumbled, but other than that, nothing happened. Bobby moved out of the way to let John inside the room.

"I got your messages, Dean. What is exactly the problem?"

Dean was bent over the bed looking at Sam where he collapsed again. He looked over at John.

"Like I said in the message, we believe a witch or something like is trying to kill you. And their using Sam to do it."

"That's it? You call me just for that? First of all, I am a big boy; I can take care of myself and deal with a witch. Second, why would they need Sam to do anything? I mean he is a weakling. He's not good for anything."

Dean seethed, but tried to control his anger. Bobby slapped John on the back of the head.

"You stupid idjit, your boys are trying to save your life."

"Dad, did you recently work a case dealing with witches?" Dean asked as Sam started to moan.

"No. The last time I worked a case with witches was a year ago. When I sent you on that case in Louisiana."

"D'n?" Sam moaned.

Dean tore his gaze from his dad and looked over at Sam, "Hey, kiddo, how you feel?"

Sam shrugged and then he saw his dad and whimpered. Dean saw this and tried to calm him.

"Sammy, it's okay. Remember you told me to warn dad about the man?"

Sam nodded, but didn't relax. Every time he was anywhere near his father, bad things tended to happen. Dean sighed.

"It's okay, kiddo. He won't hurt you."

"John, what happened on that case?" Bobby asked.

John shrugged, "What do you mean? I slaughtered the entire coven. It was an easy case."

Dean shook his head. Something wasn't right.

Trix was eagerly waiting for the right moment. John had arrived and all the Winchesters were in the same place. He easily burst into the motel room reveling in the shocked looks of everyone. He was lucky there were no wards that prevented him from moving further. He heard a gun being cocked and turned and saw Dean cocking a gun.

"Ah, Dean Winchester. Sam's told me so much about you. Just so you know, that gun won't work on me."

"Yeah, but it will hurt like hell. What do you want, witch?"

"To take what's mine. Come to me Sam," Trix said and everyone watched as Sam moved toward him.

"Sammy, get away from him," Dean said cocking the gun again.

Sam shook his head, "No. He loves me. He would never hurt me."

"That's right, Sam. Not like they did," Trix smiled.

"Leave him alone, witch. It's me you want. Not him. Leave him alone," John said.

"Oh, John, that's where you're wrong. I do want him. You don't love him, so I will love him and treat him better than you ever could."

"What exactly are you after?" Bobby asked.

"I want to make John suffer! He took the only one I loved away from me and know I will do the same to him. Let's go Sam," Trix said and he and Sam left.

"Sammy!" Dean screamed. Please, not again.

"What do we do now?" Bobby asked.

"Well, now you see what I mean. If Sam had any strength he would have never went with that witch."

Dean boiled over in rage and slammed his father against the wall, "You fucking bastard. He's under a spell. Now I don't know if you're under one as well, but you better pray you are because if you're not, I will kill you."

"Dean, calm down. This isn't gonna help us find Sam."

"Even if he wants to be found. Something tells me that he doesn't," John responded.

"John, that boy is your son! Now help us find him! Or I will kill you myself."

TBC...