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Beneath my Skin
Sam came to with a groan and he instantly pulled his body into himself in hopes to stop the pain that he was now feeling but it didn't work with a groan he leant onto his side as much as he could and vomited the contents of his stomach until he was doing nothing but dry heaving.
He moaned once again and brought up his side swiping away at a few tears that had leaked from the corner of his eyes. He took a deep breath trying to still the nausea that he still felt and with a heave moved himself so he was on his back starting up at the black ceiling.
He began to access his situation and was soon to discover he was in a dark room and by the smell and feel he would have said he was in a cellar or basement. The floor in which he was lying on was cold and hard and smelt faintly of damp agreeing with the theory he was below ground.
But the biggest thing he realized was that his mind was a complete blank, he remembered nothing except his name.
He knew his name was Sam, he do what day of the week it was, knew the year, knew the president, but that was it. He didn't know whether he had a family, or where they were, didn't know if he had a brother and he certainly didn't know how he had ended up there or where there was.
He touched his head trying to see if he had any head injuries and when he came to the conclusion that he didn't a sob escaped his mouth, he tried desperately to keep it in but he just felt so alone and helpless that when another sob escaped him he could do nothing to keep it in. he was completely helpless and defenceless.
But more then anything he was completely alone.
John came to with a sudden gasp and he quickly moved into a sitting position his hand going to wrap around his waist, where he was more then sure he had broken something. He quickly assessed his injuries and found that his face was bruised and slightly bleeding. The second thing he checked was the other occupants of the room, Jo was lying sprawled across the bed her arm hanging limply over the side.
She moaned slightly and pulled her arm towards her body as she curled into her self, a cough leaving her throat in a pain filled moan. She used her good arm to push herself up and her eyes travelled over to John silently asking him what the hell was going on.
The attack had been quick that they hardly had a time to react to what was happening. John had had his gun ripped out of his hands and was thrown back against the wall as Jo was a couple of seconds later, leaving the demon to deal with Sam.
Sam!
John quickly scanned the room jumping to his feet and throwing every cover and chair out of his way as he searched for his son, he ran into the bathroom banging and clattering about as if he was about to jump from behind the shower curtain any moment.
He ran back into the main bedroom his eyes franticly searching for his first born son, he quickly looked over at Jo going over her noticeable injuries and nodded his head, she would live.
He moved over to the bed that still had all of their weapons arranged neatly on the covers, they had been preparing for the demon to show up, never thinking for a second that the entire thing had been a trap set for them.
"John" Jo called out making her way over to him and the weapons he was looking though clipping cartridges into the chambers.
"John" She tired again this time a little more forcefully, John stopped a gun held loosely in his hand and turned to face her.
Jo find her breath took away as she looked into his eyes, he looked as If he had aged within two seconds, his eyes were brimming with tears and for once in his entire life he not only looked unsure of himself but he looked completely afraid.
"He's gone" He muttered dropping his gaze while he yelled at himself for showing such weakness. Jo bit her lip and nodded her head slowly her own heart aching at the thought. She walked over to him slowly and laid her hand onto his shoulder and with more conviction then she felt said to him.
"We will get him back" John nodded his head before moving away from the connect and went back to the task of getting the weapons in order. They had to get back to house to make sure that the demon hadn't sent any thing to take out his other son and Max and then they had to find Sam before it was too late.
Max looked over at Dean and felt her heart surge forward neither of them was completely sure what had happen but what they did know was they both experienced the same thing and Max had collapsed at the same time as Dean had, and Dean was now completely healed.
What ever had happed was certainty a mystery one in which did not look like it was going to be solved any time soon, something in which they both hated.
"What about our amulets?" Max questioned placing a coffee in front of Dean, he may have been healed but it didn't stop the uneasy feeling she felt, something was of and she knew when they found out what was of their was going to be hell to pay.
Dean turned his head to look at her and smiled his thanks pulling the steaming cup of coffee towards his chest; he sighed and watched as she seated herself opposite him. His head turned in the direction of Ellen and Ash who were sat opposite them and took a breath.
"I dunno" He replied tiredly what ever had happened was taking its toll on his body and one look in Max's direction he could tell it was taking its toll on her as well.
"Maybe this is what Sam was on about it, if It was our amulets maybe this is why the demon wants us" Max theorized having no idea how close to the truth she was, Dean turned to her and nodded his head weakly hoping she wouldn't see his unease.
"Dean what?" Max questioned having caught the look that Dean threw her way, Dean sighed he really did not want to do this.
The door banged open and both Jo and John came walking into he kitchen the occupants turned to face them and quickly stood up to great them.
"Dad what happened?" Dean questioned his eyes wondering over the bruise,
"The demon has Sam"
