Strike Three...

Summary: Sam is having trouble dealing with the powers that were bestowed on him. Dean tries to help, but seems to be hurting Sam more than helping him. Finally Sam has enough of Dean's shit, and takes off to clear his head. Little does he know that what dad always taught him, should have come in handy, he should have paid attention to what goes bump in the night.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Jensen Ackles, or Jared Padelecki... I own the plot, but I make no money on this story, only pleasure in my sadistic ways.

Warning: There is violence, and this story has self-harm... If you do not like, please don't read! For those who can handle this story, please review and tell me what you think.


Chapter 4: Why would you do that?

Sam was frozen in place by fear and pain. The man came at him with the knife, drawing closer and closer, and Sam wasn't even sure if he was breathing. The man came closer and closer, and finally the man who was chained to the opposite wall yelled out, "You're not even going to fight? What the hell is wrong with you?" Sam was snapped out of his reverie, by memories of his father saying the same thing to him over and over again.

Both Sam and the demon glared at the man, and he moved farther back, trying to get away from both of their penetrating glares. The man standing over Sam bent down, drawing the knife in front of him, and Sam tensed as the man cut his shirt off. There was a small whimper from the man chained to the other wall, and Sam's fear rose, making his not quite under control power go haywire.

The man with the knife went flying across the room, and Sam looked at his crumpled form in awe. When he saw the man stir, Sam's fear rose again, and the cuffs around his wrists snapped open. Sam pushed his awe down, and wrapping his arm around his ribs, he got shakily to his feet.

Ignoring the almost overwhelming dizziness, Sam grit his teeth through the pain, and pushed himself to walk over to the man chained to the wall. He could feel the familiar weight of the jack knife in his pocket and took it out, making the man's eyes widen in fear. "I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna pick the lock, so stop your whining." Sam's voice was harsh and impatient, but pain and fear, along with a dumb person could do that to anyone.

Sam grit his teeth as he knelt beside the man, the pain in his ribs flaring up again. His head was spinning, and Sam knew it wouldn't be long before he passed out. He took the knife and picked the lock on the cuffs, freeing the man in seconds. The man scrambled away from Sam, accidentally hitting his ribs, and Sam doubled over, groaning in pain.

The man, seeing Sam in pain, and seeing the bruises and discoloration where Sam's ribs had broken, moved cautiously over to him. When Sam looked at him fearfully, the man held up his hands, and said, "I'm a doctor, let me take a look."

Sam shook his head, hearing the man who had kidnapped them stir. "Not here, we have to get out of here before he wakes up." Sam's answer was breathless and full of pain, but the doctor nodded through his concern. He went over and grabbed the shirt that had been cut off of Sam, and using Sam's knife, he cut it into strips.

"This is going to hurt, but we need to make sure that your ribs are stable before we move." Sam nodded his consent, and the man moved closer. The doctor wrapped Sam's ribs, making the younger Winchester grunt in pain. When he was done, the doctor said, "By the way, my name is Lucas Michaels."

"Sam Winchester," Sam grunted out. Lucas nodded, and stood, helping Sam to do so. When Lucas saw the marks on Sam's arms, concern washed over his features.

"Did you do that to yourself?" The man asked pointing to Sam's wrist, and Sam nodded mutely. "Why?"

"It was my fault." Sam answered quietly as they started moving.

"What was?" Lucas asked as they walked through the forest, over the trail the werewolf had brought Sam.

"Everything." Sam's voice was broken and small, so Luke decided not to push the subject, just keeping quiet. They kept moving, Sam's breath growing labored, and they could hear far off movements coming from both directions. Sam knew that one of them was Dean, but the way the world was fogging in around him, he couldn't tell which was which.

"What did you say?" Lucas asked as they walked. When Sam looked at him quizzically, eyes glazed with fever, Lucas said; "You were just talking, something about a man named Dean being near."

Sam didn't know that he had said the words aloud, but that didn't stop him from repeating them. "Dean, my brother; he was coming after me," he paused, gritting his teeth through a wave of pain, sweat pouring from his brow. "He has to be one of the people moving through the woods. If you find him, he can help." Sam tried to make it through another spasm of pain, but the blackness that he had been fighting, finally engulfed him.


Lucas caught Sam as he fell, feeling the heat pouring from the younger man's skin as he grabbed him. Luke put Sam's arm around his shoulders and put his arms around the man's waist, careful not to injure him anymore than he already was. He half dragged, half carried Sam the same way they had been going, over the tramped down path.

There was movement in the bushes in front of where Luke and Sam were on the path. Luke tensed, and a man walked out of the bushes, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw the man dragging an unconscious Sam.

"Sammy!" Dean breathed, moving to Sam's side, not even noticing the man that was holding him.

The man backed up with Sam in tow and Dean looked up to him. "Who are you?" The man asked, and Dean smiled, knowing the man was just trying to protect Sam, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, the concern for Sam marring his features.

"I'm Dean, Sam's brother. I've been tracking him all day. What happened to him?" Dean asked, as he saw the relief go through the man standing before him.

"There was this man, a werewolf I think, if I have my mythology correct... Anyway he kidnapped me about a week ago, and has been torturing me ever since." Dean took in the man's appearance and nodded, signaling the man to continue. "The man came back today carrying Sam. He looked pretty bad when he brought him in, a large gash over his eye, but then he dropped him to the ground, and I heard a crack, I think there might be some internal bleeding along with a couple broken ribs. He also has a high fever, we have to get him to the hospital soon, or he could die." Dean's face grew more concerned with every ailment the man listed. "I'm Lucas Michaels by the way."

Dean nodded and said, "Dean Winchester." Dean started to check Sam over and looked up to the man who was still keeping his brother standing. "We have to get out of here," he said, hearing movement coming from the direction Sam and Lucas had come from, "it's coming. We'll be able to move faster if I carry Sam", Dean said, "it wouldn't be the first time." He added low enough for Lucas not to be able to hear.

Dean lifted Sam into his arms, surprised that his brother weighed so little. He didn't have time to dwell on the fact as the sounds came nearer. Lucas took off, and Dean went after him, carrying Sam, his brother only giving little grunts of pain every time his ribs were jarred. It was one of these times that Dean noticed the cuts adorning his brother's wrist, and he knew that Sam had done that to himself. 'Oh Sammy,' Dean thought looking at his little brother, 'We are so having a talk about what happened, later.'

The sounds stopped all of the sudden, and Dean was about to turn around and see what happened when a heavy body collided with his own, and shoved him down on top of Sam. Dean looked up to find himself staring into the yellow eyes of a werewolf.


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Ana