Lol, I am actually indulging myself by working on this story as I just love writing it!! To those who are waiting for a Sam chappy, that will come in the next chappy...hope everyone who is still reading is enjoying the story. I have to say that this will probably be a very long story as there is so much going on in it. thanks for reading and for all the really great reviews bambers;)

Chapter Nine

When Dean finally fought his way back to consciousness, the very first thing he noticed after his vision had cleared was that his prison was once again in pristine order. A dinner tray had been set on a small table beside his bed, but it looked as if it had been there quite a while. While Dean was practically starving and knew he needed to keep up his strength so he would be able to eventually escape, the bland looking food on the paper plate looked less and less appealing as the moments ticked by. Yet even if it had been a cheeseburger with extra onions and a side of fries, he probably still wouldn't have eaten it as there was no way of telling if it might have been poisoned.

Pushing the uneaten food aside, Dean slipped off his bed and headed over to the glass wall. The young sandy-haired man across the hall was now up and walking around the perimeter of his room like a gerbil going round and round on a wheel but getting nowhere fast. As he passed by the window, he paused and looked in Dean's direction for the briefest of moments before picking up his pace to circle around the room again. After watching the younger man's odd routine for a few more minutes, Dean shifted his position to get a better look down the long corridor.

With his head dangerously close to the electrified wall, he narrowed his eyes and saw several men dressed in military uniforms heading in his direction. A young woman wearing a nurse's uniform and carrying a clipboard walked beside them. As they made their way closer to Dean's room, he noticed how they would stop in front of each room, talk for a few seconds as the nurse took notes and then move on.

Dean moved away from the glass as the military officers came to stand in front of his room. An older man with short graying hair, stroked his beard thoughtfully as he scrutinized Dean. A sick feeling worked its way into the pit of his stomach as the man turned to another officer and gestured toward Dean as he spoke. The younger, dark-haired officer nodded in agreement with whatever the older man had said to him, and then he glanced up at Dean. Pale gray eyes held Dean's gaze for a moment before he said something to the nurse that brought a smile to her lips.

The petite brunette scrawled down a few notes about Dean, and then they turned away to access the sandy-haired man across the corridor. As soon as he saw them, the younger man backed into the corner, slid down the wall, and folding himself into a tight ball, he covered his head with his arms. Although Dean hadn't seen a single mark or bruise on his fellow captive, whatever they had done to him had left him absolutely terrified.

"Dean," his doublewalker called out from behind him, and Dean jumped, startled by the sound of his own voice coming from the creature. "Get away from there before you draw their attention to us again."

"What do you think they're doing?" Dean asked, and quickly swung around so that officers and the nurse wouldn't see him and think he was talking to himself. "An' why do you think that guy across the hall from us is so damn scared of them?"

"I dunno, dude, but whatever it is, it can't be good." From his perch on the bed, he pointed toward the two cameras. "They're watchin' so I'd be careful about talkin' to myself if I were you. Which I am, so stop talkin' to your damn self before we end up cowerin' in a corner like that guy over there."

"Did they bring Sammy here, too?" Dean asked, making a conscious effort to move his lips as little as possible as he spoke.

"I don't even know where the hell we are, Dean, so how could I know if they have Sammy? An' I say better him than us anyway."

Dean walked the short distance to the bed and sat beside his twin. Heaving a sigh, he scrubbed a hand across his face as he watched the officers move on to the next room. "What do you think they want with me?"

"I dunno, looks like they're gonna use us like some sort of lab rat, an' I really don't like the sound of that."

"Me either." Another weary sigh escaped Dean as he stood and began pacing back and forth. "So how do you think they're getting' in an' out of here if there are no doors in this place?"

The doppelgänger shrugged, splaying his arms out to the side. "Your guess is as good as mine. When you were out cold, so was I." His twin chuckled. "Smart idea by the way, running headlong into that electrified glass. Tell me what you really thought was gonna happen there. Think you have some sort of superpowers that I don't know about or are you just immune to being electrocuted?"

"Can you at least try an' be helpful here for a moment, cause my guess is that if I die then so do you."

Hearing this, the doublewalker instantly sobered, the smile disappearing from its face. "My best guess," he nudged his head toward the glass wall. "that glass partition must somehow slide open."

"That was my thoughts, too."

"Course it was, seein' as we have the same thoughts."

Dean headed over to corner of the room where the glass butted up against solid wall, tilted his head to the side, and noticed a narrow gape. He then knelt down and ran his fingers along the side of a metal track running the length of the wall. "Okay, so it does open, now we jus' got figure out how to make it open for us an' we're so outta here."

"That whole thing where it's electrified has jus' slipped right past you, hasn't it." The doublewalker groaned as he stood and strode to where Dean was kneeling on the floor, and sunk to his knees. "Seriously, it's a wonder we didn't die a long time ago."

"What would you have me do?" Dean scowled at his mirrored double as he raked his hand through his hair in utter frustration. "They probably have Sammy in here somewhere, an' I'm not about to let them hurt him."

"It's always about Sammy, isn't it, Dean? The doppelgänger's voice rose in anger as he pushed himself to his feet to stalk back to the bed. "What about us? We're trapped in here, too. An' God only knows what they're gonna do to us. So, why can't our needs come first just for once?"

As Dean listened to his double speak, a plan formed in his mind. The doppelgänger had admitted before that he had been able to enter Sam's mind. If he could get to Sam now then maybe Dean could find out where he was which would make it a lot easier to find him once he escaped. "I want you to find Sammy for me." He held up a hand to stop the doublewalker from arguing any further. "I know you can so don't even try an' deny it."

"An' why would I want to do that for you?" The doppelgänger laughed, his voice now taking on a menacing tone. "If you haven't figured it out by now, I want Sam to suffer. I've actually been waiting for it for a helluva long time."

"Oh, you'll do it," Dean hissed as he held his hand up dangerously close to the glass partition. "Or I'll fry us both."

"You wouldn't dare," the doublewalker breathed as he leapt off the bed and rushed toward Dean. "You'll die, too, if you do."

"I don't care," Dean stoically replied, fingers hovering ever closer to the electrified glass, causing the doublewalker to stop dead in his tracks. "An' don't think for a moment that I won't do it either."

"Oh, I know you would, Dean, cause it's exactly what I would do." Dean's mirrored double eyed him for a moment, and then gave a curt nod. "Fine, you want me to go an' find Sam then that's exactly what I'll do." An evil smile slid across his features as he gave a subtle shrug. "But don't expect me to come back, an' don't forget for a moment that I have my own little agenda as far as Sammy is concerned," it said and before Dean had a chance to try and stop the doppelgänger, it disappeared in a misty cloud of black smoke.

"That sonuvabitch," Dean growled, furious with himself for not catching the doublewalker before it vanished.

"Attention, patient 654-2345," a deeply masculine voice came over the loudspeaker within a few seconds after Dean cursed at the doublewalker. "Profanity is strictly prohibited. Any further use of obscenities will result in immediate sedation and corrective measures will be taken."

"What the hell do you mean by corrective measures?" Dean leapt to his feet and swung to glare at one of the cameras. "Damn it, why don't you come down here an' face me like a man, you bastard."

"Patient 654-2345, please prepare for X-14 airborne sedation," the disembodied voice replied, lacking any sort of inflection in its tone. "For your own personal safety it is suggested that you make yourself comfortable on the bed provided to you. Failure to comply will be seen as a lack of cooperation on your part and will be dealt with accordingly."

"If you think I'm gonna do just what you tell me to do, then you're out of your freakin' mind." He pivoted on his heel to glare at the other camera, and gave whomever was watching him the finger. "An' that's what I think of your freakin' airborne sedation, asshole."

"Patient 654-2345, please prepare for RI-172 Nerve and Muscle Stimulation," the male voice announced a moment before a high-pitched buzzer rang throughout Dean's prison.

"Nerve wha -- " Dean's voice trailed off abruptly as every single nerve in his body began to tingle. At first it felt like the tingly, numbing sensation that occurred if one of his arms or feet fell asleep, and although it was slightly uncomfortable, he didn't find it to be all that painful. But then it intensified, causing all his muscles to contract and cramp. His eyelids snapped shut, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry them open. Horrific pain brought him to his knees as both his thighs and calves Charlie-horsed at the exact same time.

Unceremoniously dropping face first to the ground, he tried to scream out for them to stop, but his jaw clenched tight, allowing him to emit nothing more than a small muffled moan. His fingers curled inward to form unbreakable fists as the muscles in his arms seized. Dean's body jerked and spasmed of its own volition as the onslaught continued to ravage his body and steal away any conscious thought except for how to make the pain go away.

Fear gripped a firm hold on him as a sudden searing pain ripped though his chest as his heart contracted. Tears slipped down the sides of his cheeks as the tight, squeezing sensation in his heart intensified. Then just as abruptly as the pain began, it vanished at the sound of the buzzer ringing.

"Now commencing with X-14 airborne sedation," came a distant, muffled sounding voice.

Another buzzer sounded as the air in the room turned hazy with the airborne gas filtering into the room through ventilation system. Although Dean tried his damnedest to fight off the powerful sedative, his eyelids all-too-soon drooped closed as darkness welcomed him into its protective embrace.