Oh where, Oh where has your big brother gone?

Disclaimer: as per chapter 1

Author's note: This one is coming in short sharp bursts so I will be updating it often I hope ... well while the muses allow!

CHAPTER 2

Dean watched the two shadows moving around the room, he had managed to get a glimpse of their faces, but it meant nothing to the young preternatural hunter. They had blank faces, devoid of colour or emotion, their eyes dull black discs.

Annoyed with himself Dean fidgeted and tried to get comfortable but they had his wrists chained behind the large pole, he had to keep his back as straight as possible to stop his chest muscles from ripping apart. He managed to slide down the pole to sit on the damp floor. He should have known better, but instead he had walked straight into a trap. The threat against Sam seemed so real that Dean decided to risk checking it out. The Demon had made such a deal of Sam's growing psychic abilities that not checking it out could have been worse.

So he walked straight into a trap, literally a net that had dropped over him, forcing him with its weight to the ground, the net itself made of a sharp but flexible wire cut into his exposed arms and neck. The laughter still rang in his ears, mocking him and making him even more angry with himself. It was one of the oldest tricks and he fell for it.

'So guys what's for lunch?' Dean asked, in a loud clear voice trying to sound cheerful. 'Aw come on guys I need something to eat.'

The shadows turned to face him, becoming solid humanoid figures as they moved, one walking with jerking movements came closer to Dean and squatted down in front of him.

'Dude you stink.' Dean quipped.

The creature cocked its head to one side and regarded the prisoner carefully before bunching its fist in his hair and pulled his head back viciously, making his neck strain until almost snapping. Without warning it stood and dragged Dean up by the hair with it, once upright the other creature joined its counterpart, 'ah now party time.' Dean grinned as the first one finally let go of his hair, snapping his head back against the pole. 'Fuck!' Dean snapped at the sudden pain in the back of his head, he could feel the blood dripping down the back of his neck. 'Now that wasn't very nice.'

'Oh I agree Mr Winchester, but hired help these days, what can you do?' A clipped voice came from behind Dean, twisting around he tried to catch a glimpse of the new arrival but that only earned him another resounding slap, splitting his lower lip open.

'Allow me to introduce my friends to you, this is Mr Jones and Mr Smith, they are very loyal employees and do everything I tell them to do without question.'

'Hope they get a good insurance package.' Dean spat out the blood and glared at the stranger.

'Allow me to introduce myself, I am your worst nightmare.'

'Oh, oh don't make me laugh it hurts.'

'I have heard about your gift for wit, Mr Winchester, I have also heard about your obsessive protection for your brother.'

'Leave Sam out of this.'

'Ah Sam now, and yet you love calling him Sammy when you know he hates it.'

'How do you know about that?'

'Oh I am well informed about the famous Winchester family, let me see mother Mary sadly departed, bbq by ceiling wasn't it?'

'Untie me and let me go I'll show you bbq.'

'Oh yes and then we have father John, another obsessive man, only obsessed on destroying the one thing that he cannot find.' The stranger smiled coldly and ran a finger down Dean's cheek, stopping to wipe off some of the blood from the split lip. With a giggle he licked his finger clean of Dean's blood, making a show of just how much he enjoyed the taste, 'and then we have big brother Dean, daddy's little soldier boy, Yes Sir! No Sir! Three bags full Sir! Follow daddy straight to hell, but don't let anyone tough the baby. Ah but he's not a baby anymore is he Dean? He doesn't need you to carry him out of a burning building now does he? Yet you persist in calling him by his childhood name, Sammy.'

'Who are you, you Bastard!'

'I am just a messenger for the Master, he knows exactly what to do to handle the Winchesters you have been playing his game all along and yet none of you have worked it out.'

'Untie me and see how I like to play games.'

'Now, that could be fun yes but I prefer to ... let me see I do prefer another little game.'

A chill coursed down Dean's spine as he stared at his new attacker. 'Dude you really need to see a good dentist.'

The stranger put his hand under Dean's chin and pushed his head backwards, exposing a throbbing artery, he could hear the blood singing to him, he could smell its sweet scent, with a contented sigh he lowered his mouth down onto Dean's throat.

The young man struggled but it was futile, the stranger fed hungrily, one hand moving downwards caressing Dean's chest as he devoured the rich red fluid. Dots appeared in front of Dean, filled with red and black until they merged together and he finally gave into the blackness, his body slumped forward as unconsciousness wrapped a comforting blanket around him.

TBC