Disclaimer: I still don't own the characters and, sadly, am making no money from them.

A/N: It's not a long chapter, but hopefully it will keep you satisfied until the next one is ready. It's close…

Scars from the Past

Chapter 5

His eyes opened, he had no idea how long later, and Dean assumed he must have passed out again. The pain in his head was still there, but didn't seem as bad. There was still a small amount of light coming in through the doors, and he was still bound. This time, though, he could hear muffled voices.

Dean worked himself into a sitting position, his arms and legs crying out in protest. The pain in his head intensified, but it was nowhere near as bad as before. He watched the door, not knowing what he was going to do if it opened. He was a skilled fighter, but being tied up would put him at a distinct disadvantage.

"You're awake."

Dean looked toward the door as an older woman walked in. He hadn't even heard her unlock or open it. Suddenly, she was just there. He glared at her.

She smiled. "You look very much like your father right now. He has a nice smile, but he has so little to smile about."

"What do you know about my father?" he demanded.

"I know more about your father than you do, pup." she said, her eyes a piercing gaze. A moment later, she was smiling again. "You're probably wondering what you're doing here."

Dean said nothing.

"Your father will no doubt come looking for you, but he won't find you. At least not right away." She glanced behind her as Wally approached. Dean realized who she must be. "You've met Wally."

Wally stood just behind her and smiled at Dean.

"He's going to take you out of here and keep an eye on you for a while. I have other matters to attend to." she started to walk out of the room, but turned back to Dean. "Don't get any ideas about escaping."

Before Dean could react, she held out her hand and blew a white powder into his face. His eyes burned and everything around him became blurry. He saw Wally approaching as the room went black.

OOOOOOOOOOO

John easily found the service station where Dean left his car. He talked to the mechanic, who told him he'd found nothing wrong with the car and that it was working perfectly now. He had expected Dean to check in with him over two hours ago, but hadn't seen him. The last he knew, Dean was going to the library.

John walked the two blocks that Dean would have taken and saw nothing out of the ordinary. He searched the small library and found nothing; the librarian had not seen Dean.

OOOOOOOOOOO

When Dean woke up again, he was on a single bed in an otherwise unfurnished room. His arms and legs were no longer bound, but they felt heavy and he could barely move. The pain in his head was back and his vision wasn't quite clear. He thought once he had a few minutes to collect himself, he would be able to get away from his captors and contact his father. He had no idea how much time passed since he'd called John; it could have been hours or days.

Dean sat up slowly, testing his mobility and assessing any injuries. Convinced there was nothing more wrong than stiffness, he took in his surroundings. Across the room, there was one window and it was covered with a thick curtain that allowed little light in. After carefully making his way to the opposite wall, he moved the curtain aside and saw the window was barred. Outside he could see only trees and from the position of the sun, he judged it was late afternoon.

The door looked the same as in the cheap apartments and motels he'd grown up in, except for the deadbolt lock. Even if he had access to tools, the lock appeared solid. He strained to hear any sound on the other side, but it was quiet. He wasn't surprised when the door didn't open. Frustrated, and a little dizzy, he returned to the bed. It was a twin bed, covered in a thin blanket with a sheet underneath. The pillow was flat.

Dean leaned forward, elbows on his knees and head in his hands. He felt sick, the pain in his head making him nauseous. He knew he wasn't going to have a chance at escape until the door opened, but he didn't think he was physically ready to even attempt it right now.

OOOOOOOOOOO

John stood outside of the library, considering his options. He'd called Dean's cell phone countless times and, knowing it was fruitless, dialed the number again. While he listened to the ringing, he walked down the street. He wandered into a small diner and closed his cell phone when he got Dean's voicemail. He'd already left one angry and one concerned message.

There were only ten tables in the diner; all of them empty. The counter held six stools and they were all empty as well. A woman who was probably in her 50's stood behind the counter; she smiled brightly as John approached.

"What can I get you?" she asked.

"I was supposed to meet my son – I was wondering if you'd seen him." John said, ready to give her a description.

"Sorry, I've only had my regulars in today." she said.

"How long have you been here?"

"Since about six this morning. The other waitress called in sick, so I'll be here until we close tonight."

"No one else works here?"

"Just Barney, the cook." hearing his name, Barney approached the bar that separated the dining area from the kitchen. "Hey, Barney, you see any out-of-towners in here today?"

The young man shook his head. "I've been back here all day. I ain't seen no one but you."

"Maybe there's another place in town?" John suggested.

The woman shook her head. "It's a small town. Other than the diner here, there's only a family restaurant. They're only open for dinner."

John nodded. "Thanks."

OOOOOOOOOOO

Dean tensed as he heard a key being inserted into the lock. He sat straight, wishing there was something he could use as a weapon.

"Well." Wally smiled as he opened the door. "Nice to see you awake. Hungry?"

Dean only stared at him.

"Afraid I'll drug you?" Wally grinned. "I don't have to. You can't get out of here."

Dean assessed the situation. He was bigger than Wally, certainly stronger and better trained. The only wildcard was that he didn't know if he could actually make it across the room. He'd never felt quite this way before; his head was swimming and his vision moved in and out of focus.

"Ellen said I should keep you company until she comes back for you."

Dean had a sudden flash of a memory; something in Wally's words seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite grasp the complete thought. He watched as Wally walked further into the room, carrying a large leather case that he set down next to the door as it closed. Under normal circumstances, Wally would have been no match for Dean, but it was as if he had a physical reaction to the man. The closer he got, the more weak and nauseated Dean felt. He tried to push the feelings aside and rush the smaller man, but almost before he could move, Wally somehow had him handcuffed to the bed. Dean thought he was going to pass out again, but his vision cleared somewhat when Wally turned his attention to the case he'd left by the door.

TBC