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 13

'Let the kid be,' Bobby growled stepping out of the shadows with his gun aimed at the stranger's chest. 'Sammy come over here boy.'

'You, you not m-mad B-B-Bobby?' Sammy cried as he wrenched his arm free and ran to stand behind Bobby.

'Nope not at you Sammy, okay you git going or you will regret it.'

'I will be back for the boy, the Master has him marked.' The stranger sneered.

'Yeah well let's see how you feel being marked.' Bobby said as he aimed the gun a little straighter and fired.

'B-Bobby?'

'He aint gonna hurt you anymore Sammy, how's about we get back to the house and wait for Dean to come home.'

'Owkay,' Sam sniffed, balling his hands in his jeans pockets he walked alongside Bobby scuffing his shoes on the way.

'Something wrong Sam?'

'What's wrong with me?' Sam asked blinking big green eyes at Bobby, 'l-l-look at m-m-me why am I – I s-s-so big?'

'Oh ah okay, well Sam it's like this a bad demon played a pretty nasty trick on you and took all of your memories and thoughts away from you.'

'Oh.' Sam said simply as he kept walking.

'So, so I've been looking after you since Dean went to see if he can get them back for you.'

'Thanks Bobby,' Sam grinned shyly. 'Bobby?'

'Yeah Sam?'

'How old am I?'

'Why?'

'Well I know I'm t-t-too big to b-b-be a kid...'

'You're twenty-four years old Sam, Dean's twenty-eight.' Bobby said watching the younger man carefully.

'Oh,' Sam whispered, 'thanks Bobby.'

'So how about we get out of the cold and go get some hot chocolate?' Bobby asked trying to sound a little brighter for the kid's sake.

'Sounds g-g-good.' Sam's grin widened.

Dean opened his eyes and waited for them to adjust to the dim lighting, he was lying on the floor of another room, dressed only in his jeans, even his shoes and socks were gone. Shivering slightly he rubbed his hands along his arms trying to get some feeling and warmth back into them. His wrists and ankles bore the signs of restraints, bruises forming under the red welts; they were going to hurt once feeling returned.

'So Dean another fine mess you've got yourself into.' He muttered aloud, clambering to his feet he started to pace the length of the windowless room. An old mattress against one wall with a crate next to it the only furniture in there. An unopened bottle of water on top of the crate caught Dean's eye.

He downed the water and started coughing, too much, too quickly but it did help to ease the dryness in his throat.

'Nice to see you up and about,' a very annoyingly nasal voice came from the doorway; spinning around Dean stared at the new intruder.

'Who the fuck are you?' He asked his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

'Oh I could answer that in so many ways, but suffice it to say Sweetcheeks that I am your knight in tarnished armour.'

'Say that again?'

'Keep up Deano or you will be left behind.'

Dean growled and launched himself at the annoying little man pressing him up against the wall, bunching his fist in the man's shirt he moved intimidatingly close.

'Let's start this again, who are you and what do you want?'

'Ah down big boy ... I can get you out of here.'

'Why?'

'Well if you would let me go I will tell you.'

Dean snarled and pressed his face closer until the tips of their noses touched and then he slammed his free fist into the wall next to the man's head before he let go. 'Start talking.'

'I ah was sent by the big boss,' the man snivelled rubbing his chest where Dean had pushed his fist in hard, 'he is what you might say concerned with the upstart and his designs on Father's prize.'

'Speak in English Dude,' Dean snapped wearily dropping on to the mattress he nursed his hand and glanced up at the other man, 'you still here?'

'Father ... who you know as the Yellow Eyed Demon? He is pissed at the strife demon, the one who took your brother's memory and mind, and who has you trapped here at the moment.'

'And this concerns me how?'

'Well as long as the idiot keeps hold of your brother's stuff then my Master cannot use him. That makes him very angry as his plans have been put on hold because of this stupid git of a demon.' The man straightened his shoulders and stared down at Dean, 'I'm your pass out of here, all you have to do is kill the strife demon, get the orb back and then well let's say game on then.'

'So we have a truce until Sam is whole again?'

'Yeah well Dude, at the moment that's the way it stands coz Father can't get his job done with this idiot running around and stealing stuff from Father's chosen ones. Especially Sam.'

Dean jerked his head up and stared at the little man with an icy cold stare, a shadow passed over his face as he stood slowly and moving like a predator stalking his prey he pounced. 'What do you mean especially Sam?'

'I – I don't know anymore, honest that's all Father trusted me with, for some reason Sam is important to his plans, hey maybe it's coz you guys are hunters and were raised by a hunter. I dunno.'

'If I find out that you have been lying to me you will end up the same as the strife demon.'

'Hey, hey Dean no need for violence Dude, I'm here to help remember.'

'What's your name?'

'Chester but most people call me Chessy.'

'Chester?' Dean passed his hand over his face suddenly feeling very tired, 'okay Chester where is he?'

'Who?'

'The strife demon ... geeze save me from freaking idiots.'

'Oh ... he's ah waiting for ya, see he thinks that I work for him, truth is that I am just here to make sure that you take him out.'

'Why not just do it yourself?'

'Well see ah it's like this, first up well um where would the fun be in that? I would rather watch you kick arse and not get this gorgeous face knocked about and well um also coz the Father said so.'

'And whatever he says goes huh?'

'Dude remember who you're talking about.' Chessy gasped his eyes wide with terror, 'and careful where you say it ... he's everywhere.'

Dean opened his mouth to shoot off another barb but decided to behave himself; he needed to get the orb back to Sam that's all that matters. 'So you gonna take me to him or what?'

'After you Sweetcheeks.'

'Call me that again and you will have a messed up face.' Dean threatened Chessy as he cautiously left the room.

'It's alright Dude, the idiot thinks that I am bringing you to him anyway.' Chessy grinned grabbing Dean's arm he led him down the hallway, 'Dude act the part you're supposed to be the defeated prisoner not a warrior on steroids.'

'Alright already,' Dean grumbled dropping his gaze to the floor and slumping his shoulders a little more.

'Much better okay let's go get rid of the idiot and get back to the right order of things.'

'I hope that you have slept well Dean,' the strife demon sneered as he watched Chessy drag a stumbling Dean in, 'oh good you have given him the sedatives?'

'Yes Master, he's nice and docile aint ya Sweetcheeks.'

Dean mumbled something unintelligible and kept his eyes downcast, he felt the demon come closer to him rather than see where he was. Just a little closer and then Dean could react.

A massive blow to his lower back took Dean by surprise, gasping for breath he dropped to his knees and tried to fight the dizziness descending on him, 'that's dirty.' He ground out.

'I know but fun.' The demon grinned moving around to face Dean, 'oh poor baby I can taste the pain and fear oozing from you.'

'Oh I bet you can,' Dean ground out as he sucked in his stomach and straightened his back. 'Don't choke.'

'Ah baby what else do you have for poppa?'

'Oh Dude that is just plain sick.' Dean said as he faked another collapse then came up with a crushing upper cut to the demon's jaw sending him flying across the room.

'What the fuck?' The strife demon bellowed pulling himself up he started to levitate in front of Dean, 'oh so you still have some fight left in you have you.'

'You aint seen nothing yet.' Dean grinned, 'come on and take another taste if you dare.'

The fight was long and exhaustive for both of the combatants; Dean finally gained control and straddled the fading energy of the possessed man. Gripping his prey's throat, he started to squeeze watching with grim satisfaction as the eyes wide and unfocused went from a deep brown to black discs back to the deep brown. The mouth dropped open and a black odious cloud came spewing out, Dean dropped backwards and rolled away from the putrid exhalation.

Chessy giggled and then tossed the orb to Dean and waved goodbye to the ailing young man. Confused Dean tried to sit up but his own injuries and exhaustion thought better of it and wouldn't cooperate with his mind.

In the growing darkness of his awareness Dean frowned and stared at the other demon something didn't feel right.

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Bobby paced the living room every so often glancing down at the sleeping Sam, the boy was starting to scare him, going from an innocent child of four to a petulant and tantrum ridden toddler in the body of a twenty-four year old man was downright dangerous.

A loud thud outside made the hunter jump, cussing under his breath at his own anxiety Bobby grabbed his favourite gun and went to the door. Opening it cautiously he glanced around the perimeter, at first not seeing anything but then he heard a low groan, frowning he glanced over at Sam once again and then with gun drawn went to investigate. 'Dean?' he gasped when he saw the lifeless body lying on the footpath leading to his front door. 'Damn Son what the hell happened to you?' Sliding the gun in his waistband Bobby rolled Dean over and checked his breathing and pulse, 'well that's something I guess.' He mumbled.

Carefully he slid his arms under Dean and using his knees managed to lift the young man slinging him over his shoulder. With another cursory glance around the yard, he hurried back into the house.

Grimacing under the extra weight, he had to let Dean slide down onto the floor giving Bobby a clear view to assess Dean's injuries. The worst was the large bruise on his lower back and swelling around the base of his spine. Bruising and abrasions from a recent fight and others that he would rather not know about. Especially the ones on Dean's wrists and ankles.

'B-Bobby?' Sam asked rubbing at his eyes sleepily, 'thirsty.'

'Okay I'll get you some water but I got do some stuff first Sammy.'

'Why ... wh-what do you hafta do?' Sam asked his eyes growing wider when he saw Dean unconscious on the floor, 'Wh-what h-h-happened?'

'Dean got hurt bad Sammy ... can you help me?'

'Owkay,' Sam slid off the couch and knelt next to Dean's head softly stroking his face, 'Dean's got big owies?'

'Yep he has, now can you sit with him while I go and get a few things?'

'Yep I can do that.' Sam smiled his stammer gone now he was back with Dean.

A soft moan startled the younger man and he scooted back until he hit the couch, pulling his knees up he curled his arms around his legs and watched with wide puppy dog eyes as Dean squinted at him in surprise.

'Sammy?'

'You got an owie Dean,' Sam said his lower lip trembling.

'Yeah I got ... an owie Dude?' Dean shook his head and immediately regretted it, 'you okay Sammy?'

'Yeah better now youse back Deanie.' Sam managed a tremulous grin. 'I gotta watch you while Bobby gets a few things.'

'Okay thanks Sammy.'

'Deanie ... Bobby said I been sick.'

'Yeah you have dude.'

'He said that I will get better when you get back.' Sam ventured a little closer to Dean, 'will I get better now?'

'I hope so, hey Sammy how old are you now?'

'Deanie you should know.'

'Hey I got hit on the head; you'll have to remind me Sammy.'

'I is four, a big boy now.' Sam said proudly, 'but Bobby said I is twenty four and I got sick and losted my memories.'

'Something like that, hey Sammy can you help me sit up a little bit?'

'I don' wanna hurt ya.'

'You won't Sammy I promise.'

'Owkay I guess,' Sam glanced over to where Bobby disappeared and then crawled over back to where he knelt before. 'Hey Deanie what's that pretty ball?'

'Hey be careful with that Sam.'

'I feel funny Deanie,' Sam said scrunching his face up he rubbed his temples, 'my head hurts.'

'Sam?'

'D-Deanie?' Sam rolled his eyes to stare pitifully at his brother, 'I feel ... hurts ... help ... Deanie?' Sam stammered as his eyes rolled back into his head and he slid sideways hitting his head lightly on a side table as he went down.

'Damn it,' Dean struggled to sit up, but the pain of injuries made it difficult, 'Bobby!' he bellowed, 'damn it Bobby!'

'What, what is it?' Bobby came running with his arms full of medical supplies, 'Sam?'

'He picked up the orb and collapsed, damn it Bobby can you check him for me?'

'Sure you stay put...'

'Bobby!'

'I mean it Dean, you got a swelling on your spine, I don't want it to get aggravated, now stay put.'

'Fuck.' Dean slammed a fist on the floor and watched Bobby checking on Sam.

His younger brother laid so still, his hands clutched around the orb tightly; he showed no sign of coming too, or even breathing for that matter.

'Bobby? Talk to me.'

'Faint pulse and very slow breathes Dean, his hands are rigid I can't pry them away from the orb.'

'Leave it, just watch him for any changes, I have no idea of what to expect.'

Suddenly the orb started to emit a bright golden glow enveloping Sam. his back arched and then he slumped to the floor, 'Dean!' He screamed his brother's name and then his head rolled lifelessly to the side, his eyes wide and unseeing.

TBC