Who am I?

Disclaimer: I don't own the show Supernatural or the characters I just like to play with Sam and Dean and then send them home again.

CHAPTER 12

Bobby sat up startled and stared at Sam in disbelief. The young man was sitting up in the bed and staring around with the innocent abandonment of a small child. Eyes wide and curious, lower lip chewed lightly and a gaze that barely rested on anything for more than a second at a time.

'Sammy?' Bobby asked his voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to startle the young man.

'Who am I?' Sam asked his own voice soft and lilting, 'who are you?'

'Your name's Sam and I'm Bobby I've been looking after you while you big brother had to go get something to help you get better.'

'I been sick?'

'Yeah Son you have,' Bobby spoke in an even tone not wanting to startle Sam, 'you've been really sick.'

'Is that why I can't member?'

'Yeah it is.'

'Where's my daddy and Mummy?'

'Ah Sam how old are you? Do you remember?'

'I um I'm four years old,' Sam grinned and tucked his long legs up against his chest unaware that he was in fact an adult.

'What do you remember Sam?'

'Um n-n-n-no hurts.' Sam screwed his face up and started to cry burying his face against his hands 'I – I s-s-s-scared.'

'Uh okay, um Sam ... Sam it's okay you don't have to be scared.' Bobby patted the young man's shoulder awkwardly desperately wanting Dean to be here. He was better with the touchy feely crap than Bobby was.

'Who am I B-B-Bobby?' Sam hiccuped gazing up at the older man with tear wet green eyes.

'Okay you're Sam Winchester, you have a brother Dean and...and well it's just the two of you now.'

'How old is D-D-Dean?'

'Older than you by four years.'

'He's eight?'

'Ah actually Sammy ... why umm why don't you get some sleep.'

'Owkay ... B-B-Bobby wh-where's D-D-Dean?'

'He'll be back soon,' Bobby reassured the distraught boy, 'I hope.' He added silently in his thoughts.

Sam pushed himself back down the bed and stared up at Bobby with wide innocent eyes, 'who – who is that man?'

'What man Sam?'

'The, the man with ... yellow eyes?' Sam asked fear thick in the question, 'he-he hurt m-m-me.'

'He can't hurt you anymore Sammy, you're safe here. I'm gonna take care of you until Dean comes back.'

'Th-th-thank you.' Sam stammered as his eyes fluttered shut, then they shot open and he stared at Bobby once again, 'will ya b-b-b-be here when I wake up?'

'Aint going no where Kid, get some sleep okay?'

'Owkay.'

Large creatures hid in the shadows making scary noises, Sammy ran as fast as his legs could carry him, but he couldn't get away from him. He could see someone standing in front of him but the shadow creatures were holding him back, the long needle like fingers pierced his skin and made him scream in terror. He could feel the safe presence of someone standing in the distance and he reached out to try to grip their offered hand. But then the ground became soft and slippery and he felt himself pulled downwards into the dirt and mud away from the safe haven. 'Dean!' he screamed as his head disappeared under the mud.

Sam woke shaking and sobbing, he stared around the strange bedroom confused and feeling utterly alone. Climbing from the bed, he crept along the wall until he could reach out and touch the door handle. Sliding through the door, he headed to the muted light at the end of the hallway. 'Damn it Dean answer your phone.' He could hear Bobby cussing; shrinking back from the angry voice Sam hovered in the shadows.

His head hurt, the nightmare scared him more than he wanted to admit too, now he felt sick in the belly and no one was with him when he woke up. There was no one to hold him and tell him that it was going to be alright. Swallowing down on a sob Sam turned and went through to the living room and the front door, taking a deep breath he stepped out into the moonlit night and trudged down the road. He had to find his brother; he didn't want to be alone anymore.

Bobby sat up and listened intently he was sure that he heard the front door open, swearing repeatedly he ran to the spare room to check on Sam, his anger growing with each passing second when he saw the bed empty, he was such a fool leaving the kid alone like that. Grabbing coats for them and another gun Bobby ran out to find the kid. Knowing that if he lost Sam, he may as well shoot himself because Dean surely would without blinking.

Dean groaned and tried to lift himself up and then thought twice about it. He blinked and squinted around at his new surroundings, the last thing he could remember was asking if that thing had molested his brother, now, now he was lying in a soft bed in an opulently decorated bedroom.

Well that and the fact that he was tied ankle and wrist to the bed, flat on his back soft down pillows under his head enabled him to get a good view of the room but he was completely immobile.

Craning his head slightly he noticed that his busted hand was now encased in a white cast, in fact all of his injuries had been attended too. Frowning Dean tried to put together the sequence of events that happened since leaving Bobby's.

'Ah nice to see you awake, how are you feeling my boy?' the demon sashayed into the room carrying a tray laden with food and drink.

'What the fuck is going on?' Dean ground out glaring at his captor 'let me lose.'

'Oh I am sorry but you see I can't quite trust you yet.'

'What do you want from me?' Dean demanded. 'You got Sammy why do you need me?'

'Sammy was tasty but he broke so easily losing his memory like that so I couldn't taste his fears, so rich in fears I can understand why the Master wants him so. He is divine, but oh my darhling he is not you.'

'Get a life, I don't swing that way and even if I did I wouldn't even look at you twice...you aint my type.'

'Oh and what is your type?'

'Let's see, red hair, blue eyes, legs that disappear and oh yeah a pair of something that you can never have.'

'Cute,' the demon put the tray next to the bed and sat down positioning himself so that his leg rubbed against Dean's torso. 'Want to know my type?'

'Not particularly.'

'Well I like anything under thirty, good looking, slightly unbalanced, full of fear and of that oozing male sex appeal. Your brother he was so attractive for his sensitivity and brokenness I could take from him all of the time that is until he left me his memory and lost himself.' The demon brushed a finger over Dean's cheek relishing in the way Dean jerked away from him, 'so strong willed, so masculine. I am so going to enjoy you.'

'What did you do to my brother's soul and memory?' Dean asked changing the subject.

'Wrong question Dean.' The demon spat out reaching over he grabbed a handful of Dean's hair and pulled back holding his head rigid, 'you do know don't you that I can make this very pleasurable for you or very, very painful.'

'Do your worst,' Dean spat the words out at the demon watching his own spittle slide down that arrogant face, 'as long as Sam's safe from you I don't care.'

'Oh know how did I know that?' the demon positively beamed as Dean's stomach clutched and spasmed in fear, something was wrong. 'Oh baby what's the matter you don't look so good.'

'What have you done?' Dean ground out.

'Hmm let me keep that as a surprise for now,' the demon reached down and stroked Dean's chest, letting his finger nails trail over the taunt skin. 'I can taste the revulsion and fear, you are feeding me now Dean and you don't even realise it.'

'You do like to hear your own voice don't you,' Dean said closing his eyes, 'I don't really care so just wake me up when you're finished.'

'You little fool, I hold your life in my hands, and yet you still defy me!' The demon screamed digging his fingernails into the skin until pools of blood decorated Dean's chest.

Dean's eyes flew open as the pain increased exponentially in mere seconds; the demon buried his hand in Dean's chest squeezing his heart until it felt like it was going to burst.

'I can do what I want to you Dean and there is nothing you can do to stop me,' the demon bragged, pulling his hand out slowly he held it up to show Dean that it was completely clean, no sign of blood on it anywhere. Dean gasped for air as and tried to see his chest, no injury or sign of what happened existed. Except for the scratches already made.

Sam trudged along the road, his shoulders hunched, and his hands deep in his jeans pockets. He sniffled back the tears, telling himself that daddy would be mad if he saw Sam cry. Big boys don't cry.

'Hey kid you need some help?' A rough voice made Sam jump and stumble backwards.

'I – I'm not s-s-s-supposed t-t-t-to talk t-t-t-to strangers.' Sam stammered trying to regain his balance.

'Yeah well, I know you so that means I aint no stranger.'

'I – I gotta g-g-g-go.' Sam tried to push past the man but he felt the strong hands grab his arms, struggling he tried to pull away but the man held tight. 'L-l-leave m-m-me lone.'

'Can't do that kid.' The man laughed, 'so how old are you?'

'F-f-f-four.' Sam whimpered, 'leave me lone.'

'Shut the whining kid.' The man snarled backhanding Sam across the face, 'you're coming with me, there's someone waiting for you.'

TBC