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 20

Dean stared angrily at the body in front of him; the stench of sulphur still reeked in the night air. 'Fuck.' He muttered toeing the body in frustration. 'Fuck, I can't even get a shot in myself for what he did to Sammy and me.' Dean moaned.

'Dean focus dude we have to work out what happened to Sam.' Caleb laid a gentle but firm hand on Dean's shoulder and made the younger man look up at him. 'We can resurrect him later if you want to take pot-shots at him but at the moment we have to focus.'

'Yeah, yeah you're right.' Dean ran his hand through his hair and then scrubbed at his face trying to clear the invisible webs clinging to him. 'Sulphur means only one things Cal.'

'Yeah but which one and why.'

Easing himself onto his haunches Dean tried to lean forward for a closer inspection, 'Cal there's blood here, lots of blood ... but it looks like there's been at least two demons here, one on either side of ...'

'Dean, man that motorbike had chain connected to it, the chain has bloodstains.' Caleb reported reluctantly, not sure of what Dean would do after hearing the information. 'Dean?'

'Yeah? That bastard he must have ... dragged Sammy behind that's why there's so many drag marks.' Dean muttered taking Caleb's proffered hand he stood up shakily and lurched towards the body of Randal. Viciously Dean kicked the corpse, venting his rage and feeling of incompetence.

'Do you mind, this is a fresh body.' A caustic voice came from the mouth of the body. Startled Dean stepped back and watched as the body reanimated the neck cracking noisily as the head returned to the right position facing forward. 'Hey Dean long time and all that ... so you want your Sammy back in one piece?'

'Where is he? And I thought that you were dead!'

'Ah gone but not forgotten, nah gonna take more than that to kill me off.' The demon bragged, 'so listen I know that you made a deal with the devil to get Sam's mind and memory back. And well I just wanna apologise ... for you know taking them in the first place, it's just ... well it's just that I wanted a piece of Sam to keep for myself.'

'Anyone tell you that you're a sick bastard?' Dean quipped, 'where's Sammy?'

'Umm well it's like this, I did nearly get him for myself,' the demon pouted, 'but the Master turned up and it's like, he's mine and get lost which I don't really appreciate but hey he's the Master so what's a demon to do?'

'Where did he take him?' Dean growled advancing menacingly on the possessed corpse.

'Hmm not too sure, the Master was pretty pissed especially at the old dude who did so much damage to young Sam.'

'Damage?' Dean repeated distantly. 'What damage?'

'Hmm a few broken bones, busted knee, cuts, bruises, the usual after a beating and after having someone drag ya around behind a motorbike. Quite the sadist really, the old dude.'

'Yeah right a real prince,' Dean snarled gripping the demon-human throat tightly, 'where is Sam?'

'Master took him like I said but not to his dimension, nope he took him somewhere close he wants ya to come and find Sam.'

'He wants me?' Dean asked his face hardened even more as he thought of Sam being used as bait for him. 'Why?'

'How the freaking hell should I know? I'm only a shadow demon, I'm not in the inner circle, I just get told what to do and do it.'

'And take whatever or whoever you want.' Dean added maliciously, 'don't forget that.'

'How can I?' The demon sighed, 'young Sam, he's just too cute and tasty and I want him back.'

'Whatcha gonna do throw a tanty?' Dean taunted him, with a hard push he sent the demonic corpse flying across the yard. 'What do you think Caleb?' He turned to face the silent hunter.

'He wants you to come and rescue Sam, that much is true so he's hold up won't be far from here. Do you know of any local warehouses or factories that have been abandoned?'

'Nope but Bobby will, can you go and see him at the hospital?'

'What are you going to do?' Caleb asked his eyes narrowing suspiciously as he watched the play of innocence and malice on Dean's face. 'Dean?'

'I'm gonna question our friend once more.' Dean said his voice low and controlled. His eyes flashing dark and bottomless with pent up emotions.

Caleb opened his mouth to say something but then decided not too, he turned and started back to the house, 'hey Dean?' stopping and turning around Caleb stared at his friend, 'we're gonna get Sammy back, I promise.'

'Yeah I know.'

'Hey dude don't get yourself killed before we do okay.'

'Okay.' Dean answered distractedly as he advanced on the demon possessed body.

Sam watched the demon pace the factory floor with a wary stare. When he came too he found himself lying on a small cot, covered with a warm blanket and his wounds cleaned and dressed. The cot though, was in a cage, dominating the centre of the floor space the cage was high enough for Sam to stand upright and wide enough for him to move around.

The only snag was that his arm and leg were now completely paralysed again prevented him from moving at all.

His good arm encased in a cast itched unmercifully, stiff tape held his rib cage in tightly, his bad leg had a proper brace encasing the damaged knee, and large gauze pads covered the worst of his cuts and scrapes on his back and abdomen. Dejectedly he thought of himself as the poster boy for Acme bandages.

'I know that you are awake Samuel.' The demon turned, his eyes filled with yellow flames as he regarded Sam's condition, 'you are feeling better?'

'Sorry if I seem a little cynical here, but normally you would have me pinned to a wall or something and tearing strips off me, what's changed?' Sam asked his voice sounding dull and thick with pain.

'Ah my poor boy, to be so young and yet so cynical ... what is this world coming too?' the demon mocked him; 'hmm perhaps I should move my plans up and rescue this pathetic excuse for a world now instead of later.'

'What the fuck are you on about?'

'Tsk, tsk Samuel language, have you ever wanted to know exactly why I have waited so long to ... rescue you from your mundane human existence?'

'Bite me.'

'Don't tempt me,' the demon threatened, 'so where was I? Oh, yes, as I was saying your rescue. I was going to wait until your twenty-fifth birthday but hey what's a few months?'

'What is so special about that birthday?'

'Well actually when you are twenty-five years and six months old exactly but I will make sure that you are well taken care of until then.'

'Stop talking in circles and just tell me, I have a headache.' Sam replied trying to sound nonchalant about it, with his insides spinning out of control.

'Oh very well, you see Sammy my boy, your powers will come into full strength the day you turn twenty-five and six months old.'

'What?'

'All of your powers will be fully developed and under my tutelage the world will tremble at your feet.'

'Ah thanks but no thanks, think that I'll pass on the whole domination thing, not really my idea of fun.'

'Think about it Sammy, you and I backed by an army of psychics the world will be our oyster.'

'Dream on, coz it aint ever gonna happen, I would rather kill myself first.' Sam said with as much conviction as he could muster.

'And that is why you are going to remain in that cage until that day.'

'You sick fucking ...'

'Now, now that's no way to talk to your host; I can take your memories again if I need to.' The demon threatened a slow smile forming on the blank face, 'hmm perhaps that is a good idea, starting with a clean slate, no memories to burden you.'

'You wouldn't dare.' Sam gasped horrified at the thought of existing with no memories again.

'Something for you to think about, now I have to go and do ... stuff, be a good boy and get some rest you are going to need it.'

'Can I ask you something?'

'What is it now?' the demon turned angrily but his look softened when he saw the earnest look on the boy's face, 'well I'll be damned you can turn those puppy dog eyes on can't you.' He muttered under his breath as he waited for Sam to speak.

'I just want to know,' Sam started, but stopped when he started to wince with pain, his head thumping viciously behind his eyes, 'ah damn not now.'

'What is it Samuel? A trick? An attempt to escape?' The demon asked suspiciously, as he stepped closer to the cage. Sam dropped to the floor, his good leg unable to provide enough strength to hold his weight as he tried to focus on the face looming in front of him. 'Ah ... I ah ... just wanted ... to know ...ahhh.' the pain intensified as bright flashes of light obscured his vision. 'Why me?' he finished unwittingly as the vision ceased control of his mind and body.

Collapsing to the floor Sam writhed in pain, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought the snaking tendrils of the vision invading his mind. His eyes tracked under his lids, in an extreme version of REM, a low moan escaped through his clenched teeth as the vision finally claimed victory on his senses.

Bright lights hindered his progress, flashes of lightening filled the sky but there were no clouds about, only a heavy full moon, like a woman heavily pregnant and ready to give birth, hung low in the sky, blood red streaks ran across it and then vanished.

A young woman sat watching a child playing on a swing, laughing and giggling filled the playground.

The woman smiled and waved as the child swung higher, 'look mommy.' He squealed with glee. Flashes of red and bright lights swirled dizzily before clearing. The child running to his mother with dirty smudges on his cheeks, his face flushed with laughter and exertion from playing. He laughed as his mom tickled him and held her hand out to him. 'Time to go home honey.' She said her voice soft and lyrical.

Standing she turned, her hand resting on the small of her back, her stomach swollen with child, heavy and ready.

'Little longer mommy?' the child asked wanting one more turn on the slide, standing so tantalisingly close to them.

'No honey Daddy's going to be home soon, we have to go.' She smiled down at him and wiped a dirty cheek with her thumb, 'maybe we can come back tomorrow Dean.'

Clouds gathered, heavy looming, threatening a storm as the woman gathered her child in her arms and ran to their waiting car. Solemn faced the child looks back over his mother's shoulder and stares at the man standing and watching them. The man with yellow eyes.

Flashes bright, exploding in front of him, blinding him. When the light finally cleared, he saw another child playing on the swings, a little girl with bright red hair and inquisitive blue eyes. She giggled and called to her mommy to watch and see how high she can fly. Her mommy stood awkwardly, her hand resting against the small of her back the other resting on the heavy swelling of her stomach, 'come on honey time to go.' She called to the little girl.

Pouting prettily the little girl came running to her mother, her eyes bright with laughter and her cheeks flushed with the exertion of play. 'Just a little long please mommy?'

'No honey, daddy's going to be home soon,' her mother replied, 'maybe tomorrow Susie.' Her mother picked her up and cradled her against her breast as the storm clouds gathered over their heads. The little girl stares solemnly over her mother's shoulder stares at the man standing and watching them. The man with yellow eyes.

Sam gasped for each breath as he opened his eyes and stared around at his surroundings, confused he could still see the little girl Susie in his mind. Angrily he turned to the demon, 'leave them alone ... leave her alone.' He yelled.

'What are you talking about Sam? What happened?' The demon asked curiosity filling his eyes.

'A vision, these stupid visions that you so lovingly call my abilities.' Sam spat out, swiping at the tiny smear of blood on his upper lip, 'leave these kids alone.'

'Tell me Sam, tell me what you saw.'

'I saw ... Dean and my mom, he was little, and she was pregnant with me.' Sam said his voice tinged with sadness, 'at a playground a storm came and you were standing there watching them, Dean saw you. Then it changed ... instead of Dean, it was a little girl with red hair and blue eyes, Susie the same thing with the storm and you standing there watching them. Her mom's heavily pregnant ... leave her alone, she's innocent.'

'Ah you have found another one for me.' The demon smiled.

'No, I haven't.' Sam bellowed furiously smashing his casted arm against the floor, 'you leave them alone, that little girl and that baby are complete innocents you leave them alone.'

'Why Samuel what are you going to do about it?' His captor said mockingly.

Images of a four year old Dean and their mother pregnant with him, flared in Sam's mind, his rage erupting through his broken body. In frustration and fury he screamed and directed his anger at the demon-possessed man on the other side of his cage.

The man flew backwards crashing into the far wall, sliding down the crumbling plaster into a lifeless heap. Sobbing uncontrollably Sam lay where he was, unable to get the images from his vision out of his thoughts. His body no longer existed, the pain gone, his mind fractured as he hid in the darkest recesses, unable to comprehend the fact that he can't do anything to save that little girl and her unborn sister.

The demon launched himself into the air and soared towards the cage intent on teaching Sam a lesson he would never forget, when he stopped in mid-flight and landed just outside the cage. Staring dismayed at the young man lying on the floor, barely breathing, his eyes slitted open, but unfocused and glassy, a thin stream of viscous drool dripped from the corner of his mouth, pooling just below his jaw line.

'Samuel?' The demon called out, 'this is not funny Sam.'

Sam laid still staring unblinking to one side, his body rigid and seemingly lifeless, swearing repeatedly the demon waved the cage away and hurried to his young prisoner and future protégée. 'Sam Winchester look at me.'

Cupping Sam's face in his human hands the demon stared down at the blank eyes and slack jaw, 'Sam look at me.' he repeated but again he had no sign of any response from the traumatised man.

'Fuck this was not supposed to happen.' The demon roared, cruelly pushing Sam away he stood up and started to pace as he fought to control his rage. When he stopped and turned to face the catatonic young Winchester, a cruel smile twisted on his lips. 'But, then again a clean slate to work with, an empty mind to mould ... ah perhaps this little breakdown of yours Samuel is just thing that will make you absolutely mine.'

tbc