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 22

'Are you Dean Winchester?' the stranger's voice asked again, Dean clutched at the cell phone and tried to calm his rapid breathes, it was Sam's cell but not Sam calling.

'Who is this?' He rasped 'where is my brother?'

'My name is Doctor Mac, I am sorry I don't have a lot of time, are you Dean Winchester?'

'Yes, yes I'm Dean Winchester now where the fuck is my brother?'

'He is here with me, I am the one assigned to take care of him.'

'Where is here?'

'Do you know Balkins Road?'

'Balkins Road?' Dean repeated the road's name aloud for Bobby to hear, the older man quickly nodded his head yes. 'Yeah what about it?'

'At the end of the road there is a fork, the right leads towards the next town, the left looks like a dirt track, go left and follow it until you come to an abandoned farm house at the end, used to be Balkins dairy farm, there's a barn at the rear of the farmhouse. That's where your brother is being held.'

'Why are you telling me this? How do I know that it's not a trap?'

'One moment please ...' the phone went silent for a moment and Dean started to cuss under his breath when a weak but oh so familiar voice came on the other end.

'Dean?'

'Sammy? Sam is that you?' Dean cried out.

'Dean ... the doc... he's ... he's okay.' Sam managed to get out, 'hurts.'

'Sammy?' Dean yelled his panic rising and fast turning into a full-blown panic attack.

'I'm sorry Dean he's seems to have passed out again, please hurry ... I don't know what the Master will do if he finds out I have called you.'

'Why?'

'Sam doesn't deserve this.' The doctor said before cutting the connection.

Starting to hyperventilate Dean collapsed back onto the couch behind him as he fought to control his breathing. Caleb appeared seemingly out of nowhere with a brown paper bag, 'breathe into this Dean.' he ordered the younger man.

As Dean started to regain control, he straightened his shoulders and scrubbed his hands over his face, 'okay we know where Sammy is.' He said in his best 'soldier' like voice and wearing a carefully placed mask of calm, though it only thinly veiled his raging emotions and temper.

'Dean we can't go storming in there, you're injured, and Bobby is out of action.' Caleb started staring pointedly at Bobby's cast.

'Hey might be down but I aint out.' Bobby protested gruffly, 'I can still drive the truck and I can still shoot.'

'We need to do some recon on the farm and research why would the demon think of there?'

'Don't fucking care I'm going to get my brother and bring him home.' Dean declared standing on not-so-steady legs.

'Yeah right and one gust of wind and you're on your skinny ass.' Caleb threw back at Dean, 'look we have to do this smart, Dean I shouldn't have to be telling you this. Your daddy drilled this stuff into you as a kid.'

'Yeah thanks for reminding me ... not.' Dean grumbled, 'okay so what you gonna charge in on your own Caleb? No fucking way.'

'So what else do you suggest? The longer we stand around bitching with each other the longer ...'

'Will you two shut the fuck up?' Bobby snarled, 'Dean get on the computer check local records and find out about the farm, Caleb take the truck and do some recon but no on any attempt on a rescue without backup. You hear me boy?'

'Yes I hear you old man.' Caleb shot back, 'alright recon in and out.' He agreed reluctantly before snatching the keys and disappearing.

'Why does he get to go?' Dean pouted as he settled in front of the computer.

'You research ... damned itching leg gonna be the death of me.' Bobby grumbled trying to find something thin enough to poke down between his skin and the cast.

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'Thanks Doc.' Sam whispered a small grin formed as he held a shaking hand out to the doctor, 'it was good to hear Dean's voice before ...'

'Before nothing Sam, now you get some rest please.'

'Doc ...'

'What Sam what is it?' The doctor returned to Sam's bedside when he saw the younger man wince and squeeze his eyes shut.

'Doc ... ah hurts ... bright lights.'

'What is it Sam?'

'Argh.' Sam's back arched as a bolt of pain flared through him, originating from behind his eyes and reaching as far as his feet.

'lights, bright ... play ... girl ... red!' Sam screamed incoherently then his pain ravaged body convulsing under the new onslaught. His overwrought muscles contorting and knotting, blood streamed from his nose as he screamed again and then he slumped back on the bed. Barely breathing his eyes fluttered open for a few seconds before they slid closed and unconsciousness claimed him.

The doctor sat down on the edge of the bed in shock, he was sure that he had just witnessed Sam having a vision but it was so violent and painful he had to wonder if they were going to end up killing him.

'Doc?' Sam's hoarse whisper brought the man's attention back to his patient.

'Sam are you alright?'

'That little girl he has her doesn't he?' Sam asked his eyes filled with tears, 'it's too late isn't it.'

'I think so, what did you see?'

'The little girl so scared and alone, wanting her mommy.'

'Did you see where she is?'

'Small room, no windows, but well lit, it was actually brightly lit.' Sam frowned as he recalled the vision, 'she was on a mattress against a wall, curled up in a little ball crying and wanting her mommy. She's so scared Doc.'

'Well, well what do I have here?' the demon appeared on the other side of Sam's bed, 'it seems that our little psychic is starting to feel better.'

'Go fuck yourself.' Sam snapped.

'Oh please Sam I really haven't got the energy to fight with you at the moment, just tell me something was it a vision?'

'Dunno depends on what you think a vision is.' Sam quipped back. 'All I saw was a very frightened little girl, you sadistic bastard.'

'What else?'

'Nothing.'

'Do not lie to me Samuel.'

'I am not lying to you ... all I saw was a very frightened little girl wanting her mommy.' Sam snapped back, 'for God's sake let her be with her mom.'

'It is not as simple as that Samuel; you see she has to be trained first.' The demon started and then stopped himself, 'no you are not going to lure me into giving all of my secrets away. Seeing that he is awake and more like his old self then it is time Doctor.'

'Time for what?' Sam asked his gaze moving between the human-wearing demon and the human doctor. 'What is going on?'

'He is not strong enough yet Master, you could destroy him completely.'

'And this is a problem how?'

'Hey ah don't I get a say in this?' Sam asked interrupting the discussion raging over his bed.

'What do you remember of your time with me before Samuel?' the demon asked Sam, smiling benevolently at his prisoner.

'Not much, I still have a lot of missing memories. I do remember though a lot of pain.'

'What else?'

'Loneliness.' Sam whispered more to himself than to answer the question, 'I felt so lonely it hurt.'

'What else?'

'Darkness.'

'What else?'

'Head hurts ...' Sam whimpered squeezing his eyes closed he turned his head away from the voices and felt himself floating away.

'What is going on Doctor?' the demon snapped bending down he gripped Sam's shoulders and shook him violently but his prisoner remained limp and unresponsive in his hands. 'What is happening Doctor?'

'I warned you that this would happen.' The doctor snapped forgetting who he was speaking to for a moment, his concern for his patient over-riding everything else.

'Fix it.' The demon hissed dropping Sam and letting him fall lifelessly onto the bed the demon reached over and gripped the doctor's arm, with a scorching touch. 'Fix it now.'

'I – I'm not sure that I can Master ... please my arm ... you're burning me!' the doctor cried out his knees buckling with the pain.

'Fix it or die doctor your choice.' The demon hissed before he disappeared in a waft of smoke and sulphur.

The doctor dropped to his knees cradling his scorched forearm to his chest, tears fell down his face as shock started to set in. Finally, after what seemed like hours the doctor roused himself and went to dress the burn before he started to treat Sam's return to catatonia. Silently he prayed that Dean would come and help his brother before the demon succeeded in killing him.

'Sammy come on Dad says we gotta go.'

'Why?'

'Coz it's time.'

'No Dean wanna sleep, don't wanna go.'

'Sammy please Dad's gonna get mad if you don't come now.'

'Sleepy Dean, just wanna sleep.'

'What's wrong Sam? It's time to get up and have breakfast ... you want some lucky charms don't you?'

'Nope just wanna sleep.'

'Sammy please Dad's got the car already packed we have to go.'

'Hurts Deanie.'

'Where?'

'All over, hurts ... my tummy hurts.'

'Hey don't cry Sammy, tell me where does it hurt?'

'My tummy an' my head an' so hot.'

'Crap Sammy you're burning up.'

'Wanna sleep Deanie, please let me sleep.'

'I gotta get Dad.'

'No, no I'll be okay.'

'Boys what is taking so long? Sam what are you still doing in bed?'

'Dad Sammy's sick.'

'I's alright Daddy promise.'

'What do you mean sick?'

'Tummy hurts Daddy, head hurts, so tired just wanna sleep.'

'He's burning up too Dad.'

'Sammy? Come on son wake up ... wake up for Daddy Sam ... Sammy?'

The doctor held the hypodermic syringe ready to inject, when Sam started to writhe on the bed, covered in a sheen of sweat he started crying and mumbling in his sleep.

Cries of 'Daddy', 'Deanie', and 'wanna sleep' filled the air startling the medic. In his dreams, at least Sam has reverted to his childhood again. And by the look of his physical state and obvious distress, it was not a pleasant memory.

'Don't wanna stay here Daddy.'

'Just for a couple of days until the doctor says that you're better.'

'But I is now Daddy.'

'Sammy, the doctor said that you have a bad infection in your bladder and you have to have lots of medicine to get better.'

'What's a bladder Daddy?'

'It's ah ... where your body makes ...'

'Where your pee comes from Sammy, isn't that right Dad?'

'Yes Dean something like that.'

'That why it hurt to go toilet?'

'Yes Sam, now the doctor said you would have been sick for a while to get as bad as you are now ... why didn't you tell me or Dean?'

'Didn't want to make you mad Daddy ... an', an' I didn't feel so sick then an' I wanted to go ... when you said I could go on the hunt ...'

'Sammy you tell Daddy or Dean if you get sick okay ... doesn't matter what it is.'

'Okkies Daddy.'

'Hey it's alright kiddo just that Daddy gets so worried when you get sick.'

'Daddy?'

'Yes Sammy?'

'Can I still go on hunts with you and Deanie?'

'Well we'll see when you're feeling better.'

'But I feels better now.'

'Sammy!'

'Daddy!'

Sam's eyes shot open and he stared at the doctor with no recognition in his eyes, 'where am I?' He rasped, 'why am I tied down? Who are you?'

'What do you remember Sam?'

'Sam? Who is Sam? Where am I? Who are you? Who am I?'

TBC