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.

Author's Note: I am going to make an effort to try and use a few more Americanisms to avoid confusion  But you'll have to be patient coz I get a little muddled at times and might slip up!! LOL

SPECIAL NOTE: A huge thanks to H T Marie for her advice on how to get around FF probs, and to Carikube for putting me onto it...thanks guys you have stopped my headaches! lol

CHAPTER 19

Dean groaned and slitted his eyes open, everything was side on making him feel nauseous, his hand glided down his side to the bullet hole, swallowing hard he reached around to probe for an exit wound. The bullet passed straight through and Dean was pretty sure that it didn't hit anything major, well except for his body. 'Which is pretty fucking major.' The thought rang in his mind as he managed to push himself slowly upwards to a sitting position against the kitchen wall. 'Sammy?' He called out, wincing at the rawness of his own voice, his throat ached from the acrid smoke, and his eyes stung enough for more unbidden tears to flow. 'Sammy?' he called again this time forcing his voice out a bit more.

The house remained silent, wind whistled through clearing the smoke, thankfully it was only smoke. 'Fucking smoke bombs, fucking crazy old men, fucking bullet holes.' Dean growled angry with himself for falling for such a simple trick. Biting down on the rising nausea Dean pushed himself up on the wall and braced himself until the vertigo passed and he was able to stand upright. Lurching towards the door, Dean stood squinting into the bright sun and gulped in glorious fresh air. 'Sammy?' he called again, a shiver running down his spine when he saw patches of blood leading away from the house. 'Sammy?' he whispered as the shock started to set in and he crumpled bonelessly to the ground.

'Bobby ... you here?' a familiar voice brought Dean's attention back to the present, 'where are you old man?'

'Damn, out here.' Dean tried to call but all he could manage was a loud whisper, angry he felt around until his hand felt a rock, hefting it up he managed to throw it awkwardly but it hit its target and shattered the backdoor window. 'sorry Bobby.' He muttered.

'Hey what the fuck is going on?' the voice rumbled gaining in volume as the person came closer.

'Here!' Dean called again, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees he weakly tried to stand; instead, he had to be content with sitting against the outside wall of Bobby's house.

'What the ... Dean?' Caleb shouted as he ran the last few feet to Dean and knelt next to the younger man, 'what the fuck is going on Dean? Where's Bobby and Sam?'

'Owkay, first shit man I'm shot, second Bobby was ... in an ... accident and lastly the bastard who got me took Sam.' Dean started to giggle, 'that bout sums it up Caleb sounds like ... just a normal ... day huh?'

'We gotta get you to hospital.' Caleb said moving to help Dean up when the young hunter pulled away shaking his head no violently.

'Can't ... gotta find ... Sammy.'

'Dean you got a bullet in you.'

'Nope ... passed right through.' Dean said through gritted teeth, his face covered in a sheen of perspiration. 'just need to be sewn up.'

Caleb opened his mouth to argue when he saw the set look of determination in Dean's eyes and he shook his head, 'stupid stubborn son of a Winchester.' He muttered as he helped Dean back into the house, trying to avoid the puddle of blood on the kitchen floor. Easing his young friend down, Caleb ran to get Bobby's first aide kit, thankful that he knew Bobby well enough and had patched each other up enough to know exactly where everything was. 'You still with me Dean?' he called out while he gathered what he needed.

'Yo.' Was the only answer but at least it was something.

'Drink this you're gonna need it.' Caleb shoved a bottle of whiskey in Dean's hand and then he started to cut away Dean's shirt. 'Damn Kid you should be in hospital.'

'Just do it Caleb ... please.' Dean begged choking slightly on the scalding liquid. Chewing his lower lip Caleb used the whiskey to clean the two wounds, entry and exit, 'dang you were lucky Dean looks like it just passed through the muscle and didn't hit anything.' He muttered dropping the soiled cotton wool into a bag he took a good look at the bullet wound, 'nice and clean too, you're gonna be fine.'

'Lucky ... bastard ... bad ... shot.' Dean ground out wincing as Caleb started to probe the entry wound. 'Yeah okay you wanna bite on this while I sew?' Caleb offered Dean a wooden stake, 'got no real anaesthetic for ya.'

'Just do it.' Dean mumbled swigging another mouthful of the whiskey. Finally, Caleb sat back and wiped his bloody hands on a towel, covering both wounds with gauze squares and taping them down he wrapped a thick bandage around Dean's torso making sure that both of the wounds are covered with it. 'There you go dude, and if I may say so a pretty damn fine job.' Caleb grinned and helped Dean sit back against the large chair a pillow propping him enough to take the pressure off his wound.

'Thanks man, dunno what...' Dean murmured his apology squinting at Caleb, 'ah owkay do I have to do two apologies coz there's two of you?' he asked giggling lightly.

'Nah one's enough.' Caleb replied as he cleaned up the mess he created, 'so Dean wanna tell me what's been going on? What happened to Bobby and Sammy?'

'Short version, ya know when Sammy went missing? Yeah well, he lost his memory for ages, but it seems that it was coz of this sucker of a demon. Anyhoo make a looong story even looonnnngerrrrrrrrr ... Bobby was helping us when he got forced off the road and crashed into a tree.' Dean took a deep breath, swallowed on the rising ooze in his throat and stared blearily at Caleb. 'He's got a broken leg an' hip I think.' A small giggle erupted from Dean as the shock started to take a proper hold, 'we, we went to see Bobby an' Sammy he had to stay in a chair ... wheels... wheelchair coz of his numb side, this mean ol' geezer came up and started 'busing Sammy. Seems that he killed his own kid after he ended up in a ... chairwheel ... wheelchair. We got back 'here an' the old bastard used a smoke bomb to get us. Shot me and took Sammy.' Dean's voice started to waiver and fade along with his energy. 'Gotta find him Caleb, Sammy's not well, he's ... I can't lose him Caleb, I can't lose my Sammy.' Dean fisted his hands in Caleb's shirt and pulled him closer, 'he's all I got Caleb I gotta find 'im.'

'We'll find him Dean I promise but you need some rest first.' Caleb said as he managed to extricate Dean's fingers from his shirt, 'you rest while I clean up and have a look around.'

'Careful Cal ... demon round too.' Dean mumbled as he gave into the pain and the effects of the whiskey, slipping into blissful oblivion. Caleb ran his fingers through his hair and stared around the house of his fellow hunter, when he decided to see if Bobby could help with the research on his latest hunt Caleb thought that it would be a few days of quiet research, drinking, arguing, and drinking with his old friend. This was the last thing he expected. With his gun drawn and cocked Caleb did a recon around the house, checking every window and door as he went, carefully avoiding the salt lines as he went through the place. When he was finally satisfied with inside, he checked on Dean before heading into the junk yard surrounding the place. His breath catching in his throat when he came across the patches of blood leading away from the rear of the building. 'damn Sam where are you?' he muttered, the youngest son of John Winchester was like the younger brother he never had and Caleb felt his absence keenly. He liked both brothers but while Dean is more a best friend, Sam is his younger brother, one to tease, boss around and admire secretly, although he would never admit it to Dean. The Winchester brothers existed for each other, familial ties that no one on earth could break, no matter how hard they tried. With a heavy heart, Caleb crept back into the house, determined to watch over his friend so that they could go and search for the younger brother, real or wished for it didn't matter.

As the sun finally started to disappear below the horizon Dean started to stir, he blinked furiously trying to focus on the face swimming in front of him, 'Sammy?'

'Nah as if you could be so unlucky and have him here without me.' Caleb quipped passing a cup of steaming coffee to Dean, 'drink up, you're gonna need it.'

'Sammy?' Dean croaked sipping the hot drink carefully. 'What?'

'Just a drop to help build up your strength.' Caleb grinned, 'just a dash of brandy.'

'Cal ... is there ... was there ... signs of him?' Dean asked not really wanting to know the answer.

'Nope not really, just ...'

'Just what Cal?'

Sam laid flat on his back watching the maniacal old man shuffling around him, muttering to himself. 'Please let me go, I have to go and help my brother.' Sam tried to reason with his captor but answered only with stony silence. 'Please Sir, I won't tell anyone...'

The man turned glittering angry eyes to Sam as he launched himself at the hapless young man, bound tightly and unable to defend himself. 'You ready yet to show me whatcha got boy?'

'I-I can't do what you want.' Sam cried out realising that there was no reasoning with Randal. 'My leg and arm are still numb, I get pins and needles and some feeling occasionally but it's gonna take a long time.'

'Excuses, just like Mark, he had weak and pathetic excuses as well.'

'They are not excuses, they're facts Mister Randal.'

Stunned Sam blinked up at the man after a sharp slap left a stinging red mark on his cheek and jaw. 'You dare contradict me boy?' Randal hissed, leaning closer towards Sam's face, 'get up.'

'I can't.'

'Get up!' Another punch snapped Sam's head to the side, blood dribbling down from the corner of his mouth.

'I can't,' Sam spat out blood and stared up at the man, 'my leg won't hold me up.'

'Get up.' This time it was a short sharp kick to Sam's numb knee, 'you can move it so get the fuck up.' Randal spat at Sam.

'I can't.' Sam screamed back using all of his upper strength he pushed against the older man sending him flying across the room. 'Now leave me alone!'

'You little shit.' Randal pulled himself up and snapped his neck and shoulders back, his face distorted with rage, he grabbed a length of chain and stalked towards Sam he tried to push himself backwards using his good leg to manoeuvre with. Randal covered the area in two strides and gripping Sam's arm tightly he pulled his captive to a sitting position a hard blow to the back of his head momentarily stunning Sam giving Randal just enough time to retie Sam's hands in front of him and then loop the chain through the rope effectively putting his prisoner on a leash.

'Ya gonna walk or I gonna make ya but you aint gonna fox ever again.' The man hissed, his spittle spraying over Sam's face.

Swallowing deeply Sam watched in horror as the old man fixed the length of chain to the back of motorbike. The realisation hitting him like a sucker punch, 'this is crazy I told you, I have partial paralysis, but it is fixable.' Sam screamed but his words held little or no impact on the old man's intent. Desperately trying to push himself up to stand, Sam fell hard sideways, winding him. Blearily he stared where the old man kicked out his frozen knee. The joint swollen and stiff making his jeans stretch tight around it.

'Please Sir you have to listen to me...' Sam choked out, but it was too late as the man kicked started the bike and revved it up, 'Last chance shit-head.' He laughed over his shoulder before taking off in a cloud of dust, dragging Sam helplessly behind him. After travelling for a few minutes, the man braked and turned to stare at Sam. 'You gonna get up yet?'

Sam blinked and groaned in agony, his body ached all over and he was sure that every bone had been broken. 'I can't.' he whispered but trying to stop the abuse he managed to lever himself up onto his haunches and then with his numb leg straight he staggered to balance on his good one. Swaying he tried to keep upright but he knew that he was fighting a losing battle.

'Stay there don't you dare move.' Randal snarled as he got off the bike and strode over to Sam, 'hmm seems you can do what you're told when you have to.'

'I ... can't ... stay ... upright.' Sam whimpered, 'please I – I ...' his words froze in his throat as he felt his good knee gave way and he toppled to the ground, a hoarse scream wrenched from deep within.

'Worthless, fucking worthless piece of shit.' Randal ranted kicking Sam's paralysed limbs viciously, 'you got no right to breathe the same air as me, fucking piece of worthless scum. Why don'tcha just crawl away and die.' Sam rolled away from the attack trying to put some space between them, needing to catch his breath. Spitting out a large globule of blood and muck Sam felt shivers running over his exposed skin, his clothes damp from the grass beneath him and the drop in temperature of the night air. 'Dean, I'm so sorry.' He whispered as he closed his eyes and tried to block out the attack.

Then suddenly as quickly as the assault started it stopped, Sam opened his eyes open a fraction and he tried to focus on his surroundings. A cold mocking laugh made him freeze and hold his breath, a cold chill passed over his heart, squeezing it cruelly. 'Ah Sam my dear sweet lamb, how lucky to find you already on the sacrificial altar of pain.'

'N-n-no you're gone, you're gone!' Sam whimpered, 'please leave me alone.'

'Oh how I have missed you Sammy baby, but I'm back!' the voice mocked him even further, as Sam squeezed his eyes shut and tried calm himself down, 'nah ah, you're not going to slip away from me now sweety, just when it's time to get reacquainted.'

'L-l-leave me be.' Sam cried out feebly pushing himself away. 'Oh you are so cute when you're in pain ... I do remember when I took your memories from you ... it was delicious.'

'Get the fuck away from me.' Sam cried out, his terrified gaze falling on the body of Randal, 'wh-what did you do?'

'Oh he was annoying me, he served his purpose.' The demon shrugged, 'he got you away from your guard dog.'

'Get away from me.'

'When I heard that you were partially paralysed my heart stopped, well if I had a heart it would've stopped beating.' The demon rang a sharp nail down Sam's cheek, 'you are just too cute for words.'

'I thought I told you to leave the Winchesters alone, they are my property.' A loud voice boomed, cutting through the air like rolls of thunder.

'M-Master I want him back, he's my toy.' The demon cowered sulkily wrapping a clawed hand around Sam's wrist.

'Get back to the shadows I'll deal with you later.' A large clawed hand waved on the edge of Sam's periphery sight, 'now.'

As his awareness started to fade Sam felt the grip ease off and the presence gone, leaving him alone with the body of Randal and the yellow-eyed demon. 'Dean I could really do with some help right about now.' Sam muttered as unconsciousness finally descended and carried him away to blissful darkness. The laughter wrapped around him in a sulphuric blanket. 'Now, just have to get the guard dog to sit up and play ball.' It laughed as it disappeared with Sam, leaving the body of Randal lying next to the motorbike, his neck twisted and broken; he stared unseeingly at the night sky while lying on his stomach.

tbc