This is a very short chapter, but it reveals a lot. Because it is so short and you have all been so wonderful in supporting my little story, I will post a third chapter later on. Now, it may be too late for some who are in different time zones, but it'll be there in the morning for you. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Cindy.

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Dean peered at Sam, his mind working frantically to come up with something to say to his little brother.

"Dean? What are you all hiding from me? If…if Alisa doesn't want to see me anymore just tell me. I just want to see her…just to say I'm sorry…" Sam said softly, his wide eyes beseeching his brother for the truth.

"What are you sorry for Sam? You have nothing to be sorry for," Dean said in reply.

"We should have never been at that park. She wanted to go and I gave in. It's my fault that I got hurt…"

"Sam…"

"No Dean. I wasn't supposed to go anywhere and I did. If I hadn't, that guy wouldn't have grabbed me and I wouldn't have yelled at Alisa and scared her…"

"Why did you yell at Alisa?"

"I told her to run away…to get help, but she didn't want to leave me. I yelled at her to go and it scared her, but she did run and now she won't see me. I just wanted her to be safe…I didn't want anyone else I love to be hurt because of me."

"Oh Sammy…nothing that's happened is your fault. Not before, not now. You have to stop blaming yourself," Dean said with exasperation.

Sam scoffed then flinched when the medication regulator clicked. He rolled his head on his pillow, knowing that in a few moments the pain meds would once again force him into a drugged sleep.

"Dean? Could you…" Sam started, his head already becoming fuzzy.

"What Sam? Could I what?" Dean queried.

"Could you tell…'lisa 'm sorry? D't mean…scare her…" Sam slurred as his eyes closed, his breaths evening out as he fell into deep slumber.

Dean shook his head sadly then reached out and brushed his fingers over Sam's cheek. Sam mumbled in his sleep, turning his face into the touch. Dean stilled his fingers then sat back in his chair. He looked up to find Bobby's eyes glued on him. He raked his fingers through his hair and blew out an exasperated breath.

"What am I gonna do Bobby? We can't keep lying to him. He's gonna hate us for this, I just know it," Dean cried softly.

Bobby leaned forward as his eyes fell to Sam's peaceful face. He smiled warmly as he began to speak.

"He's not gonna be happy, that's for sure Dean, but one thing I know for certain. That boy is incapable of hating you, no matter what. Sam loves you idjits more than anything in the world. He'll be pissed, he'll be hurt and confused…but, he won't hate you. He doesn't have it in him to hate…" Bobby said with certainty.

Dean smiled sadly, his gaze lingering on his baby brother. He relaxed in the chair and folded his hands behind his head as he waited for his father and brother to show up.

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The man gazed around the small room he had prepared for his future 'guest'. He checked the restraints on the twin bed, smiling in anticipation. Next he checked the metal chair, securing restraints on the seat back and front legs. He opened a nearby cupboard, smirking at the cans of 'food' stored there. A small table stood between the bed and the chair, the perfect size to hold the instruments he planned to use on the boy.

A small bathroom stood just to the side of the cupboard. It contained a sink and toilet, but nothing else. The man gazed up, admiring the chains that hung from the ceiling. He reached up and batted the cuffs that were attached to the ends of the chains, watching as they swayed to and fro.

"Oh Sammy boy, you may have your personal entourage of bodyguards watching over you, but you will be mine. We have so much to talk about and you have much to atone for. And you will atone Sam Winchester, you will atone. My father will be avenged," the man whispered as he walked from the room, the heavy door slamming loudly behind him.

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Dun Dun Dun..............so, some of you were right when you guessed it was Michael Wilcox' son. There are more shocks ahead so I hope you keep reading. Reviews are like Sam and Dean...beautiful in every way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!