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Authors note: here's the second chapter, nice and long...enjoy!

Chapter 9- Reminiscence and Guns

The rock just simply did not want to move. After two minutes of fruitlessly trying to dislodge it, he gave up, and with nothing better to do, he started to pace and whistle at the same time. And after that didn't work he gave in to thinking. Thinking about something that always filled him with nervous energy. Dad hadn't come home. He was supposed to be back two days ago. He's gone to Lake Tahoe, in Nevada, to send a poltergeist that'd turned nasty back where it'd come from. It was supposed to have been a simple job. But back here in Sacramento it was anything but. The food supply was almost gone, and it was the same situation with the money. Oh God! What if it went wrong and he's lying in some basement somewhere, bleeding to death, all alone and silently pleading for someone to save him………He physically shook himself. Get a grip Dean! He scolded.

He sighed. Sammy was walking across the school yard, talking animatedly to a friend. He glanced at Dean, said goodbye to Tom. Wasn't that his name? Next thing he knew, Sammy was in his face, shoving a piece of paper in his face, flapping around like a bird. Dean snatched the offending piece of paper and peered at it. Over the top he could see Sam's eyes full of pride and anticipation. Looking back at the paper he could see that Sam had got 20 out of 20 on a test. He smiled.

"That's great Sammy. Oops! Sorry geek boy" he said in words that held no venom in them.

Sam shot him a warning glance at he name Sammy but didn't object. For once.

"Mrs Wexler said that I can go to the afternoon clubs now! I wonder what dad will say. Will he be happy Dean?"

"Course he will punk" Dean just smiled and ruffled Sam's mop of hair affectionately.

"Dean!" Sam protested loudly, but he smiled as he said it, thus making the protest totally pointless. He snatched the paper back and started the walk 'home'.

The words 'home' consisted of a grimy motel, with stains in the carpets and on the walls (what the satins were of dean honestly didn't want to know) and empty cupboards. Not that appealing really. The motel was on the outskirts of Sacramento, Arden way, Dale Avenue. So the walk was sometimes the best part of the day. It was the end of summer and the semester was almost over, as was the school year. Thank God! The sunset and calm breeze always seemed to still dean's nerves, and he just enjoyed the friendly banter between him and his brother. But that was only sometimes, and he wasn't that lucky today that the sunset the calm breeze wasn't present to still his nerves over his father. The clouds were slowly closing in, casting a gloom over the neighbourhood they were passing through. The wind was biting his skin, the day turning into the night.

"Sammy, a storms coming, we need to hurry up and get home okay?"

"Yeah sure thing Dean." There was a brief pause. "It's really cold." He whined.

"Well thank you captain Obvious. You know the quicker you hurry your ass up the faster we get home."

Sam just grunted and carefully folded the piece of paper, put it in his back pocket and quickened his pace to match his brothers.

Please don't rain. Dean pleaded. But no sooner had he thought the words, the heaven opened, showering rain that pounded on every inch of their bodies. Five minutes later, Sam and Dean had slowed down greatly, and it became a struggle to put one foot in front of the other. Both of them were shivering, which was only made worse when the rain turned into hailstones. Dean could only see a few feet in front of him before everything became hazy, and he knew that they had to stop. Sooner or later a car was going to come along and run them over. Or worse. Dean patted his leg, and made sure that his shotgun was still there. He was always prepared. Turning to face Sammy, he saw him jump and yelp as thunder boomed throughout the sky, the lightening illuminating everything white. Dean pulled him closer and gently started rubbing his hand in slow, circling motions on his back. While Sam had calmed down considerably, and only flinched at the lightning, it didn't change the fact that they were both freezing to death, and were likely to catch phenomena soon.

Dean noticed some undergrowth and roughly pulled Sam towards it, battling the hail and his numb feet. As they reached the safety of the trees, they both collapsed and lay down. Dean rolled over to face Sam, and saw that his eyes were in puppy dog mode and shining with unshed tears. He was shaking uncontrollably in his school uniform and his bangs were plastered to his face. Fear was radiating off his body, and dean just simply turned Sam around and pulled him into his body. Sam's back was only his chest, and Dean's thick leather jacket was wrapped tightly around his skinny frame. The shaking decreased, and the brothers breathing pattern became one, body heat shared and Sam's eyes slowly closed as Dean cooed him to sleep. Eventually Dean's eyes closed as well and he drifted off into undisturbed sleep.

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Dawn broke, and the birds sang, dew lingering on the the trees and grass. The brothers woke slowly and unwillingly as their muscles painfully expressed the fact they'd slept cold, and on the hard floor. Dean groaned and slowly pried his eyes open, to find Sam staring intently at him.

"What's the matter Sammy? Never seen a sleeping beauty before? "

"Yeah, and I've seen enough to realise that you're not one of them." Sam chuckled and yawned.

"Looked in the mirror lately?" dean retorted. Sam just shook his head and sighed. Standing up and walking was painful process. He looked at his watch.

"Jeez the wheez dean1" he exclaimed. "It's 6:30 in the morning!"

Dean stared incredulously at his brother, as Sam shifted uncomfortably under his stare. "Jeez the wheez Sammy?" He scoffed. "That's the best you can come up with? You are soo not my brother."

"Shut up. And it's Sam."

"Yeah whatever. Come on let's get going." They began walking back to the motel, working out the cramps in their muscles along the way. After about 15 minutes Sam cried out. Dean spun around and quickly strode over to where his brother stood dumb stricken.

"Sam! What is it?"

"My test scores!" Sam whined. "It's all mucky and crumply!" Dean looked down into Sam's hand and saw what was left of the paper that had had Sam's test score results on it. Looking back up again he noticed the shiny, puppy dog eyes were back, and kneeled in front of his brother. One hand on his shoulder, one hand placed under his chin. He slowly lifted Sam's head up so he was looking into Dean's gaze.

"Sam. Listen to me okay. You don't need that piece of paper to prove your test scores or how smart you are Sam. Do you understand? Look "Dean shifted awkwardly " I'm proud of you okay."

A big grin appeared on Sam's face and he jumped into his big brother's arms and hugged him. Dean peeled his brother off of him.

"Enough with the chick flick moment already" he grumbled. "C'mon let's go home."

Another 10 minutes later and they arrived back at the motel. Dean opened the door and walked in, Sam following close behind, closing the door.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" shouted a livid John Winchester. His face was drawn and pale, his eyes puffy and bloodshot, as if he hadn't had any sleep. Anger burned in his eyes. Dean instinctively moved in front of Sam, and sparing him a quick glance, he saw him just standing there, crestfallen, as he scrunched up the piece of paper that had his beloved test scores on, and held it loosely in his hand. Disappointment etched into his face, and yet his eyes, for the first time the last few days, had no unshed tears in them.

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Dean shook himself out of his reminiscence. He could do that once he had found Sam, but not a moment before. He had been sitting here for what seemed like forever, but it had only actually been around 3 hours. And throughout all that time his mind had kept replaying those moments when Sam had endured his nightmare or vision. Which one it was he wouldn't know until he spoke with Sam. But that wasn't what concerned him. Sam's face had been so full anguish, he'd been so vulnerable. And his screams………He wouldn't be forgetting them any time soon. Dean swallowed the lump in his throat and his vision became blurry as tears threatened to fall. He longed to hold Sam in his arms and tell him everything would be okay. To stop his suffering.

It had snapped his heart into so violently, and there wasn't another single moment in his life where he had felt so useless. If he couldn't help his own brother then what use was he? Sam needed him more than ever, and here he was, bound to an iron pople. Dean cried out in anger, and as his emotions took control, he found himself throwing himself around in a desperate attempt to free himself. He didn't even know what he was doing any more, as he found himself remembering Sammy's puppy dog eyes, the way he had depended on Dean so much. The innocence in his eyes and voice when he asked the questions that Dean couldn't answer. Suddenly pain flared up in his leg, and he stopped thrashing around, momentarily stunned. His gaze lingered upon the offending object. Barbed wire. Perfect.

Using his legs he shuffled the wire closer to his hand and muttered "Yes" when he picked it up and starting unpicking the handcuffs. Man this demon or the people who had tied him up here were stupid. Who would leave barbed wire in a room which involved Dean and handcuffs? And didn't want him to get free? Hang on Sammy. I'm coming.

He smiled triumphantly as the handcuffs sprang open and he unbound his legs, and stood up upon shaky legs. Electricity could sure mess with a guys head. He quickly inspected the wounds created by the knives. Deciding none of them were infected, he took in the appearance of the shabby door. Obviously someone didn't expect him to get out of the handcuffs. Dean looked around the room. It was a basement with concrete, dirty walls and the only thing that could be used as a weapon was a big, fat rock. Not exactly his best weapon of choice but it would have to do. He hauled it up, grabbed the wire and unpicked the door. Cautiously, he peered around the edge of the doorframe, and after being reassured that the coast was clear, he pocketed the wire, and stealthily moved throughout the basement. It seemed to go on forever, with countless corridors and passage ways.

Dean was a Winchester on a mission. And a Winchester on a mission was a deadly one. But even he was disheartened after he had opened 7 doors and not one of hem contained Sam behind them. He leant against the wall. His wounds were now throbbing and he could feel a headache forming. Suddenly he could hear whispers, fragments of conversations, and he instantly raised the rock defensively.

"Just try to relax………Just try shut up!"

Deans' brow furrowed. Hang on a second. He recognised that.

"Dad? Because dad's not here Dean."

Sammy?

"Well I'm a freak too. Right there with y all the way……Yeah. I know."

Dean growled. That bastard of a demon was replaying his and Sam's conversations. New found determination arose in dean and he moved to open a door but he found it was locked. Bingo. All the other doors had been open. Sam just had to be in there. He didn't know how much more disappointment he could take. He placed the rock on the floor within reaching distance and fumbled with the locks in the door with the wire. After 30 antagonizing seconds the door finally creaked open, and suddenly Dean was scared. What was he going to find behind this door? Sam dead? Was he even there at all? He closed his yes. There was only one way to find out. He strode into the room. Somehow he managed to open his eyes and his breath was stolen out of his lungs at the sight before him.

Sam looked even worse. His skin as white as paper, black lines gouged under his eyes, and hair drenched with sweat. The blood from his head wound had turned crusty, and shallow breaths were emitting out of his brother. Letting out the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, he ran over to Sam and hugged him. He was so afraid that if he let go, Sam would disappear, never to return. He just let the tears stream down his face, sobs escaping his lips. He ran his fingers through Sam's hair, relishing in the fact that hot breath tickled his neck.

Wiping his eyes and cheeks, he quickly began undoing the bonds that held his brother's hands and feet together. He winced when he saw Sam's wrists rubbed red raw and blood matting the rope. But before he could do anything else, five men stormed the room. Dean instinctively stood in front of his brother. Anger coursed through his vein as the 5 men walked towards him, arms raised, poised for a fight. And Dean was more than willing to comply. Before the men could blink, two of them were down, and dean stood there facing the last three. But then the men brought out whips and lashed out, the rope wrapping around Dean's wrists and mid-section, forcing him to his knees. One of the men pulled out a revolver and pointed it at his temple. Dean stared at the man defiantly. I'm so sorry Sammy………

The man pulled the trigger……..

Mwuahahahahaha! evil i know but i couldn't resist! lol! want more..? then R&R please. Constructive critism welcome and any review is truly appreciated.