Disclaimer: I don't own them; I just rent them by the hour and that's getting pretty damn expensive.

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5 days. 5 days since Dean had been captured and it could have been twenty for all Dean knew. He laid there on the floor locked in his cell trying to piece together some semblance of thought. The first few days had been hell. Waking up in the padded room bound in the straight jacket, repeated sessions of shock therapy, Meg always nearby smiling at his pain. Dean's body and mind spent from the long hours of torture. After yesterdays session they moved him to another room, isolated, and dark. He had laid there on the floor for hours unable to move without pain. Finally when he was able to get up he felt around the room looking for an exit. It wasn't large, maybe a standard size bedroom but the walls were solid cement. His fingers found a door but there was no handle on his side of the cell to open it. Disappointed he felt back along the walls until he came to a corner and huddled in it, knees tucked to his chest.

It was then that he sensed he was not alone. Something else was with him in the darkness, a creature of pure evil. He felt its cold fingers pressed against his skull causing almost unbearable pain to course through his body. Emotions, fears, memories all brought to the surface and stripped from his mind. He tried to find a safe place mentally as his thoughts were ripped from him leaving gaping blank spaces. A safe place meant Dad and Sam. Dad alive again. Sam alive again. Sam alive to go back to the life he wanted, the life Dean took him from. The creature slowly fed off of his memories and fears. It bled his emotions through its fingers and absorbed them. Suddenly just as it had started, the pain and agony was gone and he was alone once more. In its wake Dean could only feel fear deep in his soul. Who was that? What was that and what the hell did it want with him?

A thousand miles away Sam was asking the same questions when he woke from his nightmare vision, feeling his brother's pain. The residual feel of the icy fingers left him cold, shivering, and afraid.

Now once again Dean could feel the evil presence crouching in front of him. The pain and agony even more sever as its fingers went deeper into his consciousness. Images and visions flashed through his brain as thoughts and memories were compromised. When it left all that was Dean was merely a shadow of who he used to be. Gone was the hunter. Gone was the brother. Gone was the son. All that was Dean was reduced to a man who laid on the floor and didn't remember anything about who he used to be. A blank slate with no knowledge of the life he had or the people he cared for. It was for this purpose that Meg watched and waited for the creature to finish.

"He's ready now." She said as she watched him lay on the floor of the cell. She picked up her phone and hit a number on speed dial.

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Miles away John and Sam were speeding down the highway. Back to where it all ended so badly. Back to where they hoped they would find Dean. Suddenly Sam grabbed for the dash board with one hand and the other grabbed his head as exploded in pain. As he yelled out John took one look at him and immediately pulled over to the side of the road.

"Sammy! Sammy!" John looked over at his son leaning against the door; eyes squeezed shut from the pain. His body trembling gasping for breath. Seconds seemed like forever before Sam started to respond to John's voice. He looked over at John, tear filled eyes wide with fear.

"Dad he's gone. Dean's gone" Sam's voice trembled. John fought to maintain his own emotions.

"Sam, tell me what you saw." He commanded softly. He took his hand and rubbed Sam's shoulder gently. "Deep breaths son, deep breaths."

"I don't know Dad. Really I'm not trying to hide anything it's just….its so dark. I can't really see anything but I can…..I don't know…feel it Dad. Dean's alone in the dark but then 'it's' there with him. I don't know what it is but it's hurting Dean, I mean really hurting him Dad, and then nothing. What's happening to him?" Sam never felt so scared in his life.

"That's good son, then this creature isn't hurting Dean anymore." He said trying to sound relieved

"Dad you don't understand. I not only don't feel the pain anymore but I don't feel Dean anymore. Like someone just turned off a switch. Oh my god Dad. You don't think…." Sam looked over at John afraid to voice his fear about his brother.

"Son hear me and hear me good. Your brother is alive and we are going to find him." John fought to believe his own words as he digested Sam's latest vision. Just then John's phone started to ring and he flipped it up to his ear. "Winchester."

"John darling, so good to hear your voice again. Been a long time hasn't it." John recognized the voice right away, Meg.

"Where's my son bitch!" he shouted into the phone. Sam's head whipped around as soon as he realized who John was speaking to. He groaned to himself and watched his fathers face fearing the worst.

"John you shouldn't be calling me names since I am the one who is holding your sons life in my hands." Her voice saccharine sweet and cloyingly nauseating. John tried to steady his hand. He needed to look calm in front of Sam.

"Why haven't you died yet?" His voice now constrained. "What have you done to my son? Tell me!"

"Why, your son is right here John. All safe and warm in his nice little cell, not a care in the world. Want to talk to him?" Meg taunted him. John's heart skipped a beat when he heard her offer. He didn't know if he could believe her or not, but he was willing to chance it if it meant he could find out his son was alive.

"Yes…" He held his breath and waited. Waited. Waited. In the background he could hear Meg's voice telling someone to take the phone and speak.

"Hello." The voice sounded weak and confused. "Who is this?" John's heart leapt in his throat. His son was alive.

"Dean! Dean! Oh my god are you okay?" John's worst fear thankfully denied. As he heard John call his brother's name Sam's eyes flew open wide, he reached over and grabbed the phone from John's hand.

"Dean we're coming to get you just hang on…don't give up on us. We're coming to get you." Sam shouted into the phone but he was soon stunned when he heard Dean next words.

"What? Who is this? What's goin on?" Dean's voice was getting more confused by the second. His last question sent chills down Sam's spine. "Who's Dean?" Sam started screaming in the phone.

"Damn it Meg what have you done to my brother?" Sam was starting to panic. Dean was alive but at what cost. What the hell happened to his brother? John grabbed the phone back.

"Son listen to me. I know you are confused. I know you're hurt. We're gonna get you out of there you have to believe me." John didn't know who he was trying to convince, his son or himself.

"Who…. are…you?" Dean asked restraining his voice.

"Dean I'm your father." Suddenly John was scared. This was not the reaction he was expecting.

"No that's a lie. My father is dead. My sister told me two men murdered him. If I ever find them my face will be the last thing they both see." Dean's was voice regaining its strength as he vowed revenge. John could hear Meg talking in the background.

"Tell him who murdered your father." She said. Dean hesitated for a moment as her request sank in.

"John and Sam Winchester. They murdered my father. They cut him down in cold blood and left him to die. They left me to die and I'm going to kill them if it's the last thing I do." His voice trembled as he spoke.

John collapsed against the seat, the phone dropping from his hand. His head dropped to his hands as his body went cold. Alarmed, Sam grabbed the phone again.

"Dean what the hell…" Sam started speaking but Dean suddenly cut him off.

"Who the hell are you two?"

"Dean it's your brother, its Sam." Now Sam was scared. Why didn't his brother didn't remember him?

"I don't have a brother named Sam. Wait a minute…." Dean looked over at Meg and she nodded back at him. "You're Sam Winchester! You're the son of a bitch that killed my father."

"No Dean no, I'm your brother! Your father is John Winchester. Meg is just messing with your head. Don't believe her. That man you thought was your father was really a demon and he's the one that killed our mother 22 yrs ago. The woman who is claming to be your sister is possessed by another demon. Don't listen to her what ever you do, she's filling your head with lies." Sam was desperate to make Dean understand, to remember them. He could hear Dean breath quicken as Sam's words sunk in.

"I don't believe you. Why would she lie to me? She's my sister." Suddenly so many images assaulted Dean's brain. Meg. John. Sam. Mary. The final battle. Blood… The demon.

"Oh my god." He whispered stunned by the sudden release of residual memories. Meg suddenly realized Dean could still remember some of his past and took immediate action. She grabbed the phone from Dean's hand and spoke to Sam.

"Now you've gone and done it Sammy boy. Now I have to finish your brother off. Say goodbye Sammy boy." She started to laugh as Dean shrank away from her and backed unknowingly into the reach of the creature that would steal the rest of his memories.

Blood drained from Sam's face as he heard his brother screaming through the phone. He dropped the phone and grabbed his head as he started to feel the same agony as his brother. He heard John called his name and then he heard nothing and collapsed against the door. John grabbed for his youngest son and held him tight. He heard Meg's triumphant voice coming through the phone loudly taunting him.

"You lose John Winchester .You lose."

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Authors note: Sorry its so short but I thought it would be better to give you a tidbit than to not post anything at all. Reviews make my day.