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Carnival of Death

Chapter seven

Dean was coming down the steps of the house when he spotted Jack. He watched as he picked up the shears and headed toward the storage shed. He could tell he was up to no good and followed him. If he's involved in this Sam I'll kill him he thought to himself as he followed Jack. In some way he hoped Jack was involved because if he wasn't, then where was Sam? Had what ever taken the other missing people, now have Sam also? And if it did, would he ever find his brother. Dean tried to get that thought out of his head. He was going to find Sam, and he wouldn't let himself think otherwise.

When Jack entered the shed Dean crept to the outside and listened at the door.

Jack walked over and stood in front of Sam snapping the shears open and closed in front of Sam's face.

"Now I'm going to turn you into a girl." He said as he put his hand on the waistband of Sam's boxers. He heard Sam's muffled cry from behind the duct tape and smiled as Sam weakly tried to pull away from him, but there was no where to go. "I'm going to enjoy this."

But his joy was short lived when Dean kicked in the door and stood there his face filled with hate and rage when he saw his brother tied to the wall.

"Get away from him you bastard!" He shouted at Jack realizing what he was about to do to his brother.

Jack spun around holding the sharp shears in front of him defensively.

Dean smiled to himself, he knew Jack was no match for him and couldn't wait to take his rage out on him for what he had done to his brother. He then glanced at Sam who hung from the wall barely conscious. He could see blood dripping down from the side of Sam's head and running over his shoulder and down across his chest and back. Dean glared at Jack.

"You son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you!" Dean said through clenched teeth.

Jack swung the shears at Dean who jumped out of the way then spun around and kicked the shears from his hand. Dean then spun around again and this time kicked Jack in the stomach sending him flying against the wall.

"Come on you bastard get up!" Dean shouted wanting nothing more then to beat the crap out of Jack for hurting his brother.

Jack got up and threw a punch which Dean ducked; he then threw his own punch into Jack's stomach doubling him over. When he turned away Dean kicked him in his rear end sending him flying. Dean walked over and yanked Jack off the floor and held him in front of him with one hand then backhanded him hard across his face with the other..

"That's for Sam!" He then punched him again in the stomach. "And that's for me."

Jack fell to the floor and lay curled up on his side; this time he didn't attempt to get up.

Dean went to Sam and cut him down from the wall, he collapsed into his brother's arms. He then carefully removed the tape from his eyes and mouth. Sam slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Dean, but Dean could see that his eyes were glazed and unfocused. Dean gently touched the bloody lump on the side of his brother's head where he had been hit. He knew just an inch lower and Jack might have hit him in the temple killing him instantly.

"Sammy? Sam you okay?" Dean asked as he tried to wipe some of the paint and blood off of Sam's face. He glanced at the small purple bruises that covered his brother's body from where the paint balls had hit him and could feel the hate for Jack growing in him. One of the marks was right under Sam's eye and Dean knew if it had hit his eye, even with the duct tape over it, it might have blinded him. "Sammy?" Dean gently patted his face.

Sam could hear Dean calling to him but his head was still spinning from the blow from the shovel and it took awhile before he could answer him.

"Dean…."

"Yeah Sammy it's me….just take it easy."

Dean looked back at Jack and resisted the urge to kick him in the face. He never kicked a man when he was down before and it took all of his will power not to. Jack had hurt his brother and might have killed him if he had used the shears on him and right now all he wanted to do was teach Jack a lesson, you don't ever mess with his brother. But Dean knew Sam was hurt and he wanted to get him back to their trailer where he could check out his injuries. Hopefully he wasn't hurt bad enough that he'd have to go to the hospital. He helped Sam get dressed then leaned down to Jack who still lay on the floor.

"You touch or even look at my brother again….I'll kill you." Dean meant every word of it.

Dean then put Sam's arm over his shoulder and led him back to their trailer. He kept to the back of the booths trying to stay out of sight of the rest of the workers the best he could.

Once they were safely in the trailer Dean had Sam undress to his boxers then gently removed the paint from his skin. He shook his head sadly when he saw all the bruises covering his brother's body. Most were small paint ball bruises but he also saw the dark purple bruise where Jack had hit him in the stomach and the bruise on the side of Sam's face and split lip where he had backhanded him.

"That son of a bitch!" Dean stood up, pissed off and wanting to go back after Jack.

"Dean let it go…." Sam said softly knowing what his brother was thinking.

"What happened Sam? Why did he go after you?"

"I ….I don't remember…."

"You went after him didn't you? I told you we weren't sure if he messed with the track or not, you should have left him alone Sam."

"I didn't touch him, I think I said something to him but then ….then I went back to my booth to work."

"What happened then?"

Sam grimaced in pain as he started to put his hand up to the lump on the side of his head but Dean quickly grabbed his hand stopping him from touching it.

"Don't touch it. Let me clean it up first."

Dean got their first aide kit and began to gently clean the cut on Sam's head. When he was done he filled a bag with ice and gently put it over the lump on Sam's head.

"Sam I found your cell phone. My name was on the screen…Why were you trying to call me?... Did you see something?"

Sam shut his eyes as a sharp pain shot through his head as he tried to think.

"I don't remember…."

"What do you remember?"

"I remember the lights in the back of the house went out and I went to check…."

"Yeah, I saw that when I went looking for you….it looked like someone cut an electrical cord. Maybe Jack did, to get you to the back of the house so he could jump you."

"Maybe."

"But why did you try to call me?"

"I think….I think I saw something but…." He shook his head; he couldn't remember what it was.

"Try to think Sam. Did you see anything that might have been related to the missing people?"

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose trying to stop his head from throbbing as he tried to think.

"I….I'm sorry…..I can't remember."

"Okay Sam just relax don't worry about it. It will probably come to you later."

"I got to get back to work." Sam tried to stand but swayed and quickly sat back down.

Dean reached out and steadied him.

"Sam you're not going anywhere, not till you're feeling better. I'll make up an excuse for the boss and they'll get someone to watch your booth tonight."

"Well then you better get back to work."

"Sam, I'm not leaving you alone, not till I know you're okay."

"I'll be okay, but we both can't call off it will look funny, if you get fired we'll never find out if the carnival is involved in the disappearances."

"Sammy I don't know….you took a hard blow to your head…" Dean was worried about leaving his brother alone.

"Dean I'm okay….I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll be okay."

"Okay…but you stay in and take it easy tonight. Don't go out, and don't open the door unless it's me." Dean was worried that Jack might come looking for his brother but he didn't think so. He had a feeling Jack would be staying far away from both of them. "And stay awake….you might have a slight concussion." Dean handed Sam his cell phone. "If you need me, call me. I'll check in with you every fifteen minutes to make sure you're awake. Maybe you can watch a little TV…." Dean turned on the small portable TV set which only got one channel clear. "Well that sucks…" He said as he turned it off. "Look why don't you just play around on the computer till I'm done for the night."

Sam gave his brother a small smile.

"Don't worry Dean I'll find something to do, but you better get back to your station before you get fired."

"Okay….but I mean it Sammy, if you feel sick or need me for any reason, call." Dean hated to leave but knew Sam was right, if they both got fired they'd never find out what happened to the missing people.

Dean finally left and Sam sat at the table trying to remember why he had tried to call Dean. Had he seen something? He knew it must have been important but the blow to his head made him forget whatever it was. He remembered going in the House of Mirrors to check on the lights, so he must have seen something in there but what? Hopefully when he went back to the house he'd remember.

TBC