Augustine's Ring

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CHAPTER 14

Chambre de la Mort

Winchester's House

Dresden Kansas

February 1878

Sam sat up breathing rapidly; he stared uncomprehendingly at the young woman sitting next to him terrified, then up at the small group of people gathering around them. He remembered being dizzy, and the onslaught of the headache and vision. 'Ah I'm fine,' he mumbled as someone bent down to help him up. 'Just got a little dizzy that's all.'

'A young man like you needs to eat more,' an elderly lady said kindly, 'ya need to put meat on those sticks of yours.'

'Thanks Ma'am that is it I guess, I haven't eaten today.' Sam said blushing furiously, 'honestly I am fine.'

'Very good then, is there somewhere you need to go?' An older man with jet black hair and a van dyke goatee asked Sam holding his hand out to help him up. 'I have my buggy here and it is at your service young Sir.'

'Thank you but I will be fine; actually I am only a block from my house.' Sam said slipping into his historical persona, 'I truly appreciate your concern though.'

'Ah now I know you, you're Samuel ... Dean's younger brother.' The man said his smile widening, 'your brother still owes me for our last card game, Priestly is the name, George Priestly.'

'Thank you Mister Priestly and yes I am Dean's younger brother, I will of course pass on your message to him.'

'Do that young man and tell him I look forward to beating his ass next time as well.' George Priestly laughed and strode away waving at Sam and completely ignoring the young whore with him.

'Come on Sam, we's gotta get ya outta here an' home.' Jess mumbled sadly.

'Why did he treat you like that? Why did they all treat you like a?'

'A whore?' Jess interrupted him bitterly, 'Sam honey-chil' that's what I am.'

'A whore?'

'Yep, well yeah I guess that works.'

'Why?'

'Coz I gotta eat an' pay's my way.' Jess said matter-of-factly, 'tis my lot in life an' I know that.'

The stopped in front of the door and Sam pulled back slightly, the memories came flooding back, the beatings and the betrayal. Could he really come back to a man like this Dean Winchester? But, he knew deep down if he wanted to get back to his own time and to his own Dean then he had to do this.

Taking a heaving breath Sam limped slowly up the steps and tentatively raised the knocker. Jonas opened the door and taking one look at Sam wrapped his arms around the younger man's waist and greeted him warmly. He gave Jess an imperceptible nod in acknowledging her presence before acting like the worried guardian he should be.

'Thank you young miss, if you will go around to the back door, then cook will give you some food and fresh milk for your trouble.'

'Thank ya kindly Sir, I hope that you will be okay now Sam.'

'Thanks for everything Jess, I meant that thank you.' Sam turned his head and smiled at the young woman before leaning heavily on Jonas letting the older man to guide him upstairs.

After a hot tub and scrubbing himself as clean as he could possibly, he grudgingly allowed Jonas to dress his various wounds before he finished dressing. 'Tell me Jonas where is my brother?'

'He had to go to New Orleans on business; he'll be back tomorrow I think.'

'Oh good, thank you Jonas, I might lie down and have a sleep I am rather exhausted.'

'Very good young Master, would you like to get some medication for you? You look to be in a great deal of pain.'

'No, no thanks I just need to have a good night's sleep that's all.' Sam smiled using the wounded puppy look with his eyes to get his own way.

'Very good then, if you need me then just ring the bell otherwise I will see you in the morning.'

'Thanks Jonas for everything.' Sam said softly through a smothered yawn. 'I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you.'

'No need to thank me it's my pleasure to look after you two boys.' Jonas said as he pulled the double doors closed and darkness draped itself over the room's interior.

Sam lay on the bed listening to Jonas' retreating footsteps, before gingerly pushing himself up limping slowly, he crossed to the door and paused listening for any signs of movement, and cautiously he slid out of his room and made his way to Dean's suite. Taking the advantage of the elder Winchester's absence and what he saw in his latest vision sam had to act quickly. Waiting for his eyes to grow accustomed to the dull lighting Sam stealthily moved around the room silently picking up various books and papers littering Dean's desk. An odd looking lead box caught Sam's attention and sinking down onto the chair he glanced around before looking inside it. A small smile played on his dry and cracked lips, finally something was going his way. Inside the box lay that ring with a small piece of paper. Without hesitating Sam found a pencil, scribbled a quick note to Dean before wrapping the parcel up, and neatly printed Dean's name and the address of the camping ground where their cabin was. Knowing that Dean wouldn't leave the cabin until they could fix things. He also knew that this was a long shot but it was all he had, hoping that it will eventually lead itself to Dean, his Dean. At least the ring will be far away from the Dean in this time, perhaps he will be able to convince the older man that he was telling the truth all along.

'What are you doing in here Samuel?' Jonas asked startling Sam, spinning around Sam blinked at the manservant confused for a moment. 'What are you doing in your brother's room?'

'I ah ... needed paper I wanted ... wanted to write to my young lady to let her know that I am alright.' Sam finished thankful of the dull lighting hiding his embarrassed flush.

'Oh very good, but you must rest young Master, you have been through quite an ordeal.'

'Yes, yes that is true. Jonas could you please mail this for me? I am feeling exhausted of all a sudden, I guess I am weaker than I thought.'

'It will be my pleasure young Sir, now let us get you to bed.'

Sam nodded his head warily; a shudder passing through him when Jonas brought up putting him to bed, forcing himself to calm down Sam allowed the caring man to lead him back to his room and to fuss around him, making him comfortable.

'Thank you Jonas for everything.' Sam said smiling warmly at the older man, 'you make it bearable for me.'

'Thank you Samuel,' Jonas gave the younger version of his Samuel a small knowing smile, 'I will go and fix you a warm mug of cocoa to help you sleep.'

Sam sighed and rested his head against the soft down pillows, his body ached, but for the first time since his abrupt arrival Sam felt some of the weight on his shoulders start to fall away.

Jonas reappeared with a mug of creamy hot chocolate and a draught of medication left for Samuel by the doctors. 'It's nothing but a mild sleeping potion, the doctor wants you to get some rest.'

Sam sniffed the liquid and swallowed it quickly, screwing his nose up he took a long swig of the sweet hot chocolate to wash away the foul taste. 'Eww that was foul Jonas.'

'Usually what is the best for us tastes the worst.' Jonas said swallowing down on a fit of laughter at the sight of Sam's face. 'Now if you need me ring your bell otherwise have a good sleep Samuel.'

'Thanks Jonas, my friend.' Sam mumbled as the sleeping draught started to work immediately and his eyes started to flutter closed.

Jonas stood staring at the sleeping youth for a few minutes, he fingered the small parcel in his hands knowing that the right thing was to send the ring on, perhaps his own modern version will be able to intercede it and correct things.

A dark shadow filled Jonas' eyes, as he stared at the vulnerable Sam, lying soundly asleep unaware of what was about to happen to him. Rubbing his cheek thoughtfully he moved to the doors and opened them wide.

'He's sleeping soundly; the draught will work for at least six hours.' He said gruffly annoyed with himself for letting the young Winchester descendant get to him.

'And he has no idea that I am here?' Dean asked moving out of the shadows and directly into Sam's room stopping a short distance to the bed, he kept his eyes on the face of his sleeping 'brother'. 'He will not wake?'

'No Sir, I measured the drug out myself he has the correct dosage.'

'Where was he, this past week?'

'A young woman helped him; she brought him back here without worry. I gave her some compensation for her efforts.'

'Very good, and she is gone now?'

'Taken care of Sir yes.'

'I do love my brother you know that don't you Jonas. What I am doing I am doing for his benefit and wellbeing.'

'Yes I understand that perfectly Sir.'

'He can't have these visions and expect people to believe them. He needs the evil driven from him, instead it is burrowing deeper inside him.'

Even in the candle lit room Jonas could see the fanatical look shining brightly in Dean's eyes, a shiver ran down Jonas' spine as he forced himself to look back at the unwitting victim of another man's insanity.

Dean moved closer to the bed and stared down at Sam with an unadulterated look of hatred on his handsome face. His brother now a liability to him instead of a loving sibling and partner in business. A noose around Dean's neck. 'You can come in now Doctor.'

'Thank you for alerting me to your brother's recapture, it is extremely important for Samuel's recovery that he continues with the therapies I started before that hapless do-gooder helped him to escape.'

'I understand completely doctor, I only want what is best for my brother, he is my world, the only relative I have alive. I do not know what I would do without my Dear One.'

'I understand Mister Winchester, and your brother will be a lot better after the treatments, however, there is a small problem.'

'Problem?' Dean snarled turning a murderous look on his handsome face.

'Just a small monitory matter, your account needs to be rectified before I can readmit Samuel.'

'See Jonas on your way out and he will give you more than enough funds to cover his stay from start to finish.' Dean stated dispassionately. 'Now please although it pains me to see Samuel so helpless like this I need you to help him, so please take him now before I change my mind.' Adding a sniff and swipe of his embroidered handkerchief.

Two burly looking Sentinels came in carrying a modified stretcher, effortlessly they picked up the unmoving Sam and dropped him onto the canvas stretcher, silently they fastened the leather restraints around his wrists and ankles as well as his neck and hips, firmly securing Sam to the contraption.

A rough horse blanket covered his barely clothed body but effectively hid the restraints from prying eyes. 'Take him through the back entrance, I do not need spectators ... my brother does not need spectators, he may have mental instability but he deserves to keep his dignity.'

'Very good Mister Winchester, I will be in touch when I have Samuel settled, he will not be in the previous area of the institute, instead I will have him in an observation room as well as the labs.'

Jonas stood in the foyer by the stairs watching them take the young Master away, his fingers still cupped around the small package, he had done all he could now it was in the hands of the fates.

TBC