Time, Tattoos and Trouble.

Third in the Decebal Trilogy

Disclaimer: Not mine never was and never will be...sigh just my own fevered imagination and the odd original character.

CHAPTER 21 The night after, the morning before

'Remember your promise Dean or I will remove you from Sam's side.' Decebal warned when he saw the look of recognition register on the young man's face.

Dean glared hatefully at the demon his thoughts filled with different ways of killing Decebal keeping him silent but he kept a tight grip on Sam's shoulder and then shifted his gaze to fix it firmly on the doctor, 'good, very good.' Decebal grinned this was going better than what he originally thought.

Sam opened his eyes and stared in horror at the man touching him, confused and in pain, he pushed the hands away and struggled to get away from him.

'Sam, Sammy hey calm down I'm right here.' Dean said immediately placing himself in Sam's line of sight.

Sam blinked owlishly at his brother's face and started to match his breathing pattern with Dean's, 'D-Dean?' he whispered hoarsely, barely audible but still a sound.

'Dude!' Dean grinned and cupped Sam's uninjured cheek in his hand, 'it must be wearing off.'

'Dean.' Decebal hissed and the older brother turned with a look of sheer maliciousness at their captor but then moved reluctantly out of the doctor's way.

'I'm right by your side Sammy.' Dean said patting his brother's arm. Sam kept his gaze fixed on Dean's face and ignored the doctor and his touch as much as he possibly could.

Davies sat back with a deep frown on his face, 'I need to talk to you.' He said looking at Decebal, his demeanour and attitude showed his lack of compassion for the two young men and their predicament. All he kept thinking of was fixing the younger one and possibly have both of them at the same time.

Decebal kept glancing over at Dean while the doctor filled him in on Sam's condition, 'he needs surgery Master, he has internal bleeding, I can scrape most of the poison from his throat while under anaesthesia which will enable him to speak properly. The antidote should be ready by the time I finish the operation.'

'Anything else?'

'I will also have to repair some rips in the boy's anus, they are only minor but ...' the doctor let his words hang in the air, knowing that the sexual sadist demon will know exactly what he meant, 'the bruising will heal as will the welts on his back. I want to start him on a broadspectrum antibiotic to counteract the infections and give him a transfusion to replace the blood loss.'

'The bitch left a ring on his dick is that going to?' Decebal wanted to know badly, he wanted to groom Sam for himself once he got everything settled agin.

'As far as I can tell there is some swelling and bruising, we won't know until that goes down but as far as I can tell he will have full use.'

'Excellent, very well, there is a sterile operating room set up here.' Decebal smiled when he saw the look on the doctor's face, 'we cater for every fetish here doctor.'

'Ah very good, I will go and prep everything and then will come back for the patient, is there anyone who can assist me?'

'Dean can.' Decebal said finally turning his attention to the brothers, 'I am sure he will be happy to help you fix his brother.'

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John sat by the window staring out at the night sky, he could hear Josh's snoring but it only registered as background noise. He couldn't let himself sleep if he did then the dreams came back. Dreams or memories?

His thoughts drifted back to the first time they came across Decebal, it feels like a lifetime ago when the demon kidnapped Dean and tried to frame Sam for his brother's murder.

The abuse and humiliation his two boys have suffered should have killed both of them ten times over but they keep coming back, refusing to give in. They refuse to give in to self-pity, not like their old man.

'John quit that grumbling and get into bed, you're no good to your sons like this.' Josh admonished his friend.

'How long you been awake?' John asked without turning around, his gaze fixed on the carpark.

'Long enough to listen to you ranting.' Josh said hauling himself out of the bed he went to the kitchenette and pulled out a kettle and instant coffee.

'Whatcha doing Josh go back to sleep.'

'Yeah right, you really think I can sleep when you sit there and talk up a storm with no one in particular.'

'I was ... no I wasn't.'

'Uhhuh you certainly were, and believe me it was not very nice John, do you really believe that?'

'What?'

'Believe that your sons are disgusted with you? That they are stronger than their father and they pity you?'

'Oh Gods did I really say that?' John turned to face his friend, eyes hollow and dull.

'And more, John ... look man I hate to tell you this but ... if you're gonna be any good to your sons you have to pull yourself together. I understand where you're mind is at the moment and man I can sympathise but we have to rescue Sam and Dean first and then you can have the luxury of falling apart.'

'Josh...' John started to snarl furious at his friend for pointing out the obvious but then he stopped himself and felt his shoulders sag slightly, 'you're right Josh thanks.'

'Yeah well, it all sucks big time but we have to do what we can and move on to kill the next beast before it kills us.'

'Too true, want something to add kick to the coffee?' John grinned and pulled out a hip flask, 'nectar of the Gods.'

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Ellen kept glancing over at Bobby as she drove towards Edgerton, he sat quietly staring out the window, his injuries no longer life threatening but still bad enough to make her worry.

'Wanna take a picture it'll last longer.' Bobby huffed but without any malice in his tone.

'Good to see ya feelin better you stupid old man.' Ellen grinned, 'we're nearly there.'

'Nuff of the old man and wake me when we get there.'

'Uhhuh nope, no you don't ... you've done nothing but sleep I want someone to keep me company.'

'Ellen?' Bobby blinked and sat up a little straighter so he could really look at the woman next to him. 'What is it?'

'Nothing, just ... ah nothing Bobby go back to sleep.'

'Nope yer started to talk an' now yer gonna.'

'You are one of the most exasperating men I have ever met Bobby Singer do you know that.'

'Yeah I get that a lot.' Bobby scratched his beard and chuckled, 'we must be due for a coffee and leak break soon?'

'There's a stop just ahead.'

'Fine, Ellen we're gonna get em back.'

'Sorry?'

'The boys, we're gonna get em back and git rid of that demon for good this time.' Bobby's voice was gruff and filled with untapped emotions. Ellen glanced over at him again and then fixed her stare on the road ahead.

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Dean felt the bile rise as he watched the doctor prep Sam for the emergency operation. The wild and terrified look in Sam's eyes and his mute pleading broke Dean's heart a little more but hardened his resolve even more.

'I swear doc if anything happens to Sam during this operation and I will personally hunt your ass down, slice ya dick off and feed it to ya.' Dean threatened his body vibrating with anger.

'Just do what I want you to do and it will be fine.' The doctor answered but couldn't hide the tremor in his voice.

'D-Dean?' The painfully weak and raspy whisper interrupted the argument and brought Dean's attention back to his brother immediately.

'Hey bro, how you doin?'

Sam opened his mouth to speak but just a soft puff of air came out and he gave him a tiny trembling grin, he squeezed his brother's hand slightly and let his eyes drift shut, he was so tired.

Dean stroked his brother's sweaty forehead, 'doc he's awfully hot and sweaty.'

'I will up his antibiotics now we have to get started I will put Sam under the anaesthetic and we can get this started.'

'I'm watching everything you do.' Dean threatened the man without actually saying it aloud.

The doctor sighed and started the surgery, with Dean's attentiveness and astuteness when it came to the medical procedures. Two hours later than were closing the incision and ready to start work on scraping his throat. Dean checked Sam's vitals again before picking up the dish to hold it close while the doctor tried to remove most of the coating. Once that job was finished and Dean managed to regain control of his rebellious stomach they rolled Sam over to work on the damage done to his back and anus.

'This is going to be a bit rough for you Dean.' The doctor said as he positioned Sam, 'can you check his airways and do another round of obs.'

'Airways are open and his vitals are steady.' Dean reported when he turned back to the other end of the bed he stopped in his tracks, the doctor had a hand inside Sam's behind, 'what the fuck do you think...?'

'He is torn inside Dean if I don't suture the rips then they will keep bleeding and become infected. This has to be done.'

'Fine just don't look like you're enjoying it so much.'

Finally, they finished dressing the welts on Sam's back, cleaning away the dead skin and pus, before flushing the cuts, stitching them and smearing anti-bacterial cream over them.

'He should be fine eventually,' Davies said as he stripped off his bloodstained gloves and dropped them into a bin, 'you would make a great nurse Dean.'

'Don't push your luck.' Dean snarled, 'so where do we go now?'

'Decebal said that there is a small room just through that door where Sam can recover.' Davies nodded towards a door to their left, 'I'll help you get him settled and then I will have to go and talk to the Master.'

'You call him Master?'

'Yes ... he owns me what else would I call him?' Davies blinked at Dean, 'he gives me all I need and I do what I can for him.' They wheeled Sam into the other room, settled him on his side with pillows packed along him so he couldn't roll onto his back and then the doctor left them alone.

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TBC