Sam goes to visit Bobby in the hospital and Dean gets something else done to him that isn't very nice. He's not sure how much more he can take.

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Chapter 7

Sam's arm was cast from his wrist up to just below his elbow and he was grateful for the pain killers and the fact that he should still be able to drive. He had been in the hospital too long now, the urge to go hunt for Dean beginning to gnaw at him again, he just didn't know were to start although an idea was forming. He was sitting at the side of Bobby's hospital bed watching Bobby's chest rising and falling, the rhythm of it almost hypnotic.

They had told Sam that they wanted to keep Bobby for a few days. The elder hunter had somehow managed to end up with a severe concussion caused by a rather serious blow to the back of his head from which he was still to come round from. His lower leg and foot were in plaster and his chest wound had been opened and clean properly and then closed with sutures.

Father Thomas was asleep in the other chair, his head laying awkwardly again the too low plastic back.

Sam tore his eyes away from Bobby and stood, stretching the kinks out in his back. He walked to the window and surveyed the world outside the room. Somewhere out there Dean was in trouble and Sam was going to find him, he was still alive, he had to be still alive Sam thought, I can't lose him again. I wont.

He was torn from his thoughts by a small coughing sound and then Bobby's gravely voice called his name.

"Hey Bobby. How are you feeling?" Sam touched the older man's head, brushing his wispy hair with his hands.

"Like I was stomped on by a freakin' vampire. If I get my hands on the sonuvabitch that did this I'll take more than his friggin' head off." He tried to pull himself up in the bed and Sam stepped forward to help, sorting the pillows and taking Bobby's weight, pulling him upright. He watched as Bobby touched a hand to his chest and groaned, his injury obviously still causing him a great deal of pain. "Is everyone else ok? Did we all make the church?" Bobby's last memory was of Dean dragging him, refusing to let him give up and go down, after that it was all a bit fuzzy.

"We all made the church Bobby. They burnt it though, Father Thomas helped us escape through to the graveyard but the church is gone."

"Well it's only a building, as long as we all got out ok…..where's your brother?" Bobby realised that Dean should be here, hovering the way Sam was. "Did something come up?" He looked as Sam's face and knew straight away that something was wrong. "Sam, where's Dean?"

Sam dropped his eyes to the floor, felt the emotion wash over him. "He went back outside…..they took him."

"He what!? Why the hell did he do something stupid like that?" Bobby threw back the covers and tried to unhook his leg from the sling that had it raised slightly from the bed. "We need to go back to the nest and get him. Why the hell haven't you done that already? Where's your head at Sam? How long's it been?"

Sam stopped him with a hand, noticing at the same time that Father Thomas had been woken by the commotion.

"Bobby, the nest's clean, they've gone….he's gone. I searched around but there's nothing, no trail." Sam's voice had a resignation to it that Bobby didn't like. "I was waiting for you to wake, see if you know a way to track them."

"How long?" Bobby tried to get his brain to work through all the pain meds that he had been pumped with.

"This is the second day."

"Jesus, he could be dead by now or worse." Bobby spoke without thinking and could have kicked himself at the look that crossed Sam's face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, they've probably got him kept somewhere…you know as food." He realised that he wasn't really making things better. He watched Sam go to say something and then change his mind.

Sam wanted to tell Bobby why they had taken Dean but Father Thomas' words rang in his ears – Bobby was broken. He decided he'd only enlighten Bobby if he had to; after all it wasn't Bobby's fault. He cleared his throat. "So anyway how do I track them, if they don't want to be found?"

"I'd need my books or access to the internet at least. There'll be a way, don't worry." Sam tried to return Bobby's almost reassuring smile. Bobby made to rise again. "Get my things we'll go to mine." Sam stopped him with a hand. "You aren't going anywhere, doctor's orders." Bobby went to protest but Sam stopped him. "I can't look for Dean and worry about you as well. I just can't. Please, stay here, just for a couple of days."

Sam gave him the puppy dog look. Bobby sighed. No wonder your brother caves so easily to you, that look would make ice melt. "Well how am I supposed to do the research then?"

"I've got my laptop." Sam lifted his bag from the floor.

"So? What good is that without internet access?"

Sam lifted his keyring. "Welcome to the world of technology Bobby. This will get you online, internet on the move. Dean"…….he hesitated over his brother's name……"Dean got me it." Sam held up the small plastic USB modem stick.

"Well since I'm stuck here for now I guess I'm research boy." Bobby took the laptop and the stick. "You boys can get out and about. Search the back roads from the original nest first, maybe ten miles or so and then start on the main roads and any small towns with empty old big houses. If that comes up empty, we'll spread further out."

"Bobby I've done a sweep of the area already." Sam sighed and Bobby rounded on him.

"Well you've gonna go do it again ain't ya?" Sam went to answer back but thought better of it. Bobby continued. "One road each, two maps. Work in grids, mark each one off as you clear it ok?"

"Ok, but there's a problem. We've only one car."

"Don't you want to find your brother? Quit putting obstacles in your way Sam. My car is still at the nest, go there get the damn car and get on it." Bobby could feel his temper building, frustration at not been able to help search almost boiling over. Sam was a good hunter, Bobby knew that, but he wasn't a tracker not like he was.

Sam gestured to the priest and headed for the door, stopping when he got there. "Bobby, I had a bit of an idea, when you're on the net can you check for cattle mutilations?" He walked back and wrote the names of four states on a piece of paper from the pad in his bag.

"Why?" Bobby raised his eyebrows. "Do you think they'll resort to that to hide from us?"

"No, it's just …just humour me ok? Please? I'll explain later."

"Ok, now get, go find that dumb ass of a brother of yours." Bobby waved them out of the room.

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Dean wished that he could pretend he was still out when he saw what was in the bowl that they had brought. Raw steak. Chopped into little bite size pieces. At least he hoped it was raw steak.

Jason sat down on the bed beside him, smiling that god damn smile. "Open up."

"It's ok really. I think I just lost any appetite that I had, but feel free to have it instead."

Jason sighed. "Never an easy way with you is there. I said open up."

"No." Jason tried to force the meat into Dean's mouth but he turned his head away.

Jason sighed again. Putting the bowl down he grabbed Dean's hair and turned his head back to face him. He forced Dean's teeth apart with his fingers and shoved the meat into his mouth, his triumph was sort lived however as Dean chomped down hard on those fingers. Jason screamed and pulled his hand out allowing Dean to spit the meat back out. His furious eyes meet the glee in Dean's.

"Fine, if that's how you want it. Sue!" He called for the little blond to come help.

"Sure get a girl to help you."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

Jason sighed a 'why me' sigh.

"See that tongue, Helena doesn't need you to have that to feed. So if you want to keep it, be quiet."

"Need to get my mouth opened to get to my tongue, smart ass." Dean grinned at him.

"Sue! Get your ass in here and help me with this clown."

Sue trailed in the door and stopped. "Can't you do anything on your own?" She sat down on the other side of Dean's head.

"Just hold his head." Jason reached for another piece of meat and she spotted the marks on his fingers. "You let him bite you?"

"So."

"So, did he break the skin, draw any blood?"

"Why? Oh shit." Light dawned in Jason eyes and Dean also realised in that moment what he may have done. Jason dropped the piece of meat and wiped his hand on his shirt. The skin was bruised but as far as he could see there were no cuts. "No breaks." Both men sighed in relief.

"Lucky for you. Can we get this over with then?"

Jason took the meat and held it over Dean's mouth, letting the blood from it drip into it. Dean's tried to turn his head but she held it too tight. He watched as Jason reached down for his arm, knowing what he was going to do and trying to ready himself for it. He couldn't. He screamed as his arm was twisted violently to the side and Jason rammed the meat into his open mouth, pushed his jaw shut and grabbed the glass of water sitting next to him. He opened Dean's jaw slightly and poured it into his mouth, filling it, forcing him to swallow or choke. He swallowed and then felt sick as he felt the meat slowly slid down his throat.

"See that wasn't so hard was it. Only ten more like that and we can stop."

He fought them all the way but eventually the bowl was empty. Dean had a sick feeling in his stomach. He watched as Sue leant over him.

"Did you enjoy that? Want to know what it was?" Jason and her looked as one another and laughed. She lent forward and whispered in his ear. "Do you remember that twelve year old girl that I told you about?" She sat up and watched the horrified look cross Dean's face. "Was she tasty?" He was going to be sick; he felt his stomach rebel and gagged. Jason's hand was on his throat.

"You throw that up and we'll just have to start again, d'you hear?"

Dean swallowed and nodded. They're lying Dean, that's all this is, they have to be. Trying to mess with my head. He calmed his breathing.

"Good boy." Jason patted his head like a dog and stood. "Helena will be by soon to say goodnight." Both vamps left him then, stopping outside the door. "D'you think he believed us?" Jason asked. "Oh yeah, did you see the look that crossed his face? He bought it one hundred percent." They laughed as they walked down the corridor.

Dean waited until the door was closed before he let the tears that had been threatening to come fall. He prayed that his brother was alright and was looking for him because he didn't know how much more he could actually take.

He shut his eyes and begged for sleep to come and take him.