Note: Bad news are, since Monday, nothing changed and I still own nothing about supernatural. LOL! I don't own the show, I don't own the characters.

THANKS! For reading this fanfic and leaving reviews! I appreciate your opinion! Reviews are always welcome and I love them:)

Chapter 7 – Enjoy!

Sam was walking down the street in a hurry, making his way to the hospital. His mind seemed to be a time machine, present and past images going through his mind in flashbacks faster than a speeding car.

Had he taken the right decision? Could he have done anything else under those circumstances?

Of course he knew Dean stood a chance…his eyes said so at least. But still, he was the older brother and to make Sam less worried… Dean's eyes would transmit all sorts of messages. How could have they gotten so sloppy? To be taken over like that? Simple, they weren't given a choice…everything happened way to fast and the research was never really made. After all, that's what they were about to do right before the car incident.

The image of his brother pointing the gun at him, not being given a chance to protest, made Sam feel sorry for him. His brother must have felt not only powerless, but humiliated, defenseless and freaking scared of pulling the damn trigger against his will. That thought made Sam furious…for not having figured this out sooner, before things turned…well, they way it turned out. Complicated.

Sam recalled the last minutes…the thing pushing Dean to the passenger's seat and taking the steering wheel…Dean still had the gun. That was it…Sam watched the car drive away speeding…where the hell did he take Dean?

To find the nun and get some answers were not even close to be enough…after all the research, if Sam was able to get to a conclusion, he still had to find his brother's location.

Finally, he got to the hospital. Taking a deep breath, he earned the courage to do whatever it took to get what he wanted. To be polite was his usual way of obtaining clues, yet he was prepared to be rude and violent if necessary. No matter how many people would have their heads as target for Sam's gun…who would cry or scream…cops, security…nothing. He was sick and tired of this game too.

Julie ( the receptionist) spotted Sam entering the hospital. As usual she put on her best smile.

" Hi Sam" she had no idea how pissed he was. And poor girl, she had no idea he was not interested in her. Julie saw no reason for Sam to come back to the hospital over and over after his brother left…so, her mind figured, he was there only because of her.

" I need to know about the nun Julie". Sam walked to her not even replying he greeting. He went straight to the point.

She gave him a confused look. " A nun?"

" Yes, the woman who is always here, 'praying' for the patients".

" I don't know Sam…why the hell do you want to see a nun anyway?" Sam didn't answer. He looked around, the place was kinda quiet. There weren't many people waiting.

" I need to take a look around" He said firmly once again.

" I am not allowed to let you do that". He gazed at her…feeling a little guilty for talking to her like that. She had been so gentle to him…giving him cookies and cake, but he hadn't much choice, every minute wasted could put Dean into deeper trouble.

" I am not really asking permission". He said and walked way, into one of the hospital's corridors.

Julie opened her mouth in disbelief. Should she call for security or not? After all, Sam seemed very upset. She decided to give him a few minutes and then, if he took longer, she would ask for help.

Dean began to slowly wake up from his sleep. Man what a dream…he thought…he had dreamt with Marilyn Monroe, that's for sure. He wished his situation was as good as his dream had been. At least one thing was good about this ride he thought again with a smile. Even if the good thing had been nothing but a dream.

He noticed he was no longer inside his car. He was in a dark room, probably sitting on a bed, as he felt quite comfortable. He checked his hands…free as a bird. This is too easy…what's the catch…?

Then he got up from the bed and decided to try and check the surroundings…the size of the room…if there were any windows or switches.

He was stopped though, two steps away from the bed. " Shit!", he whispered. Shackles…I knew it…

His right ankle was attached to the bed, so he wouldn't go much further. Actually, he was not going anywhere. The room was damn dark and he couldn't see a thing.

Apparently a surprise was waiting for him…he didn't think it was good one anyway.

He rubbed his hands against his forehead… a damn headache, just to make it all peachy.

Sammy…you have to figure this out, before I lose my mind for real.

As if he wasn't feeling guilty enough, now he had the extra recently added. He pointed a gun between his brother's eyes, against his will, but still pointed it. He remembered the apprehension he felt the moment his fingers touched the trigger…just one tiny movement, and Sam would be lying lifeless on the floor. He noticed Sam's fear, however, his fear was to leave Dean alone with the freaking thing and not the gun pointed at him. He trusted Dean, way too much.

" Get a grip Dean, you know what's coming". He whispered to himself and sat on the bed again.

Dean heard a noise…it was the door knob…his captor was coming. " Round three" he whispered again. What the thing had prepared for him this time…he didn't really wanna know.

He stood up and observed the door, the silhouette of man could be well seen, better yet, his own silhouette.

The lights were suddenly turned on hurting Dean's eyes. He covered them with his hands waiting until he got used to the new light.

He took a good look around, finally being able to see where he was being kept. It seemed to be a simple room. The bed where he was chained and a chair next to the bed. That was all. The walls were white, a dirty white…very old, the floor was dirty as well, the windows were nailed shut and the ceiling, made of wood, showed how abandoned that place had been, probably for years. Old abandoned house…how original… he thought not moving an inch from his spot. Not like he could move much anyway.

The thing approached him with a smug smile, wearing his favorite leather jacket.

" To mess up with my mind is one thing, but that's my favorite jacket". Dean said staring at himself…looking so self - confident.

" No wonder, the jacket suits you…suits me as well".

" Don't feel to comfy wearing it, I will get it back soon enough".

The thing just kept his smile and nodded his head. " So, did you like my surprise? A quiet house, no people around, no cars passing through the road so often…no phones, no Sam…just you, me, and your sins".

" Sure I liked the surprise…getting kidnapped and being brought to the middle of nowhere is everyone's dream". Dean also had a smug confident smile to show off. He was up to play the game using the same cards.

No Sam, that part made him flinch a little inside.

" You amuse me Dean, let's see how long your jokes are gonna last this time". The thing said and pulled the chair close to the bed, not close enough so Dean could try anything and sat down.

Letting out a sigh Dean sat on the bed, keeping up his cool.

" Let's stop beating around the bush. If you wanna kill me…just do it already". Dean said calmly…not showing too exposing his emotions too much.

The only response he got was an amused laugh. " You wanna skip the fun Dean... I don't want to kill you …I am sure you can handle a lot…but I noticed you have trouble handling your personal issues…your fears…your sins. That's worse than dying".

" I am not much into drama" He said rising his eyebrows…ignoring the comment.

" I had a great idea while driving your precious car…I decided not to talk about the past so much…let's talk about the present. How about that?"

"Man…I wish I wasn't chained right now… so I could do some serious ass kicking". He narrowed his eyes, still holding himself together.

" It just came to my mind…in St Louis, when the shape shifter was sort of 'stealing' your thoughts…he said something about everyone leaving your ass…am I right?"

Dean remained silent. He didn't actually remember that, he was not exactly conscious when that happened…the conversation Sam had had. He swallowed hard at the comment. That had been quite recent indeed.

For the first time Dean was glad he was the one who got shot that day, when they were at the asylum. If he had shot Sam instead, even using only rock salt, for sure, the thing would use it against Dean.

" Your silence says it all" The thing got up from the chair, Dean's eyes following him. He began pacing slowly around Dean. "You are afraid of being abandoned…alone for the rest of your pathetic life…every one seems to have their own way to go, don't they Dean?"

The thing approached Dean, who seemed to be frozen and kept talking, whispering into Dean's ears. " Your father has a quest…he left you. You brother has a dream…he left you as well".

The thing backed away quickly when Dean unexpectedly stood up and made a quick move trying to attack the thing…of course, the chain on his ankle interrupted his sudden lack of control and anger. He fought against the shackles…he wanted to kill the son of a bitch. How the hell was that possible? He knew all of Dean's weak points. Those words being whispered into his ears made his blood boil…he didn't have the same cards to play anymore, not when he lost his cool like that, getting nothing but a satisfied grin from his captor.

" Losing it already Dean? You don't want to hear about it uh?"

" You bastard, shut the hell up!". He said pulling the chain expecting for a miracle.

" Come on, what I am saying isn't really new for you. Sammy told you…he wants to go back to college once this is over…and then? You'll be all alone…again. You have no quest, no dreams, and no friends. Just a huge deal of guilt and concern".

" You are wrong…You know nothing about me". Dean said sitting on the bed again, lowering his head.

Was the thing right…again? Of course, Sam's dream was on hold for a while; Dean knew he felt like getting back to college. Was Dean to be alone again? What about his father? Once that was over, there wouldn't be a reason why they couldn't hunt together…right?

" Are my words sinking in Dean? Is that what's bothering you?" The thing asked teasing. Dean didn't answer…he just gazed emptily at the wall, distracted by his thoughts.

The thing came close and slapped Dean hard on the face, making Dean reacted furiously…for the second time…going for his attacker clenching his fist. Again… not being able to punch the scum, as captor took a few steps back.

" Fuck!" He shouted. The punch made him get back to his shitty situation, losing the train of thought…in a very painful way.

" I talk, you answer me, got it?" The thing justified the violent act.

" Screw you… damn it!" Dean rubbed his hands on his face where he'd been slapped.

" I will give you some time Dean… to think about what I have just said. You know deep down it's true".

Saying so, the thing left the room, turning the lights off, leaving Dean in the dark room once more…haunted by fear… the fear of realizing how truth can hurt. Being abandoned by his loved ones… Shit.

Dean heard the door being locked.

" Where are you Sammy?" He whispered softly lying on the bed and closing his eyes. Perhaps if he could fall asleep again…just a little… and forget about that madness.

Hospital.

Julie waited 20 minutes…nothing. Sam still was walking around the hospital with no permission. She was a receptionist, but damn, she had some authority there, and Sam totally disrespected her. Thinking about that, she reached for the phone.

" I need security on the first floor right away. I have a person walking around with no permission".

I took quite a while to write this one. I really hope you enjoyed it! More trouble is about to come! Please, tell me what you think, leave a review! And have a great Holyday everyone:)