Oh where, Oh where has your big brother gone?

Disclaimer: as per chapter 1

CHAPTER 5

John's distinctive voice rang through the sheriff's office, reaching Sam's ears easily. Swallowing heavily Sam listened intently as his father argued with the sheriff. He could hear his father announce himself as his lawyer, a small smile played on his cracked lips that was his dad alright.

Finally, the door to the cell area opened and his father strode in, resplendent in a black suit and clean shaven carrying a small leather briefcase, he stopped suddenly when he saw the condition his youngest son was in.

'What is going on here sheriff? Has my client been allowed to see a doctor at all?'

'Ah come on Mr Granite he's a bit roughed up but nothing serious.' The sheriff said as he took a step back from the imposing form of John Winchester.

'I want a doctor here to examine him now sheriff or I will be going to the courts and filing an assault charge on you and your deputies.'

'Listen, Mr Granite there's no need to get all het up, this kid killed his own brother, so he got a little messed up.'

'Now sheriff, and while we wait I would appreciate being allowed a private visit with my client.'

'Oh now that I don't think so.'

'This is not open for discussion sheriff, if you would mind unlocking Mr Winchester's cell for me, I can have my meeting with him while you call the doctor.'

'You're not going to let it drop are ya?' The sheriff spat the question out as he eyed the other man, city slicker lawyers all fancy in their suits; don't know nothing about how it really is.

Sam watched the exchange between his father and the sheriff with a quiet amusement; Dean and their Dad were so good at pulling on the character personas he could never quite manage to work out how they could slip inside different personalities so easily.

'Stand back away from the door.' The sheriff ordered Sam banging on the cell bars with his baton, 'back against the wall.'

Sam held his hands up and limped backwards slowly, willing to remain silent and let his father take control over the situation, for now anyway.

'Mr Winchester, my name is Tom Granite and I'll be your lawyer, by the way your father sends his regards and wishes that he could be here with you.' John said, giving Sam a small wink, his eyes dark with anger as he took in all of his son's apparent injuries.

'Thanks ah Mr Granite.' Sam mumbled as he eased his aching body back down onto the edge of the cot, he was starting to get light-headed once again and that made the nausea start to rise of its own volition.

John pulled a chair in with him and sat down with his briefcase balanced on his knee pretending to shuffle through files until the sheriff left the room.

'Sammy what happened?' John demanded, 'when I got here and saw them dragging you out of the motel room.'

'I honestly don't know Dad, I – I ahh ... Dean disappeared and then this guy got in touch with me and send that if I didn't do what he wanted exactly then Dean would die. I've had visions about Dean Dad, he's hurt, but he's not dead.' Sam stopped as a shiver shuddered through him, he squeezed the bridge of his nose, 'ahh I started to look around a bit and then I got a phone call from the guy saying that I stuffed up and would regret it. Next thing I know ... ah.' Sam winced and tried to focus on his father's face, 'next thing I know I had been drugged and that sheriff and his men were in my room kicking the shit outta me and telling me that I killed Dean.'

'You okay Sammy?' John asked as he saw the colour drain from Sam's face and the young man slide to the floor holding his head in pain.

As his vision cleared he looked around the room, it was so cold in there he started to shiver uncontrollably, a bed dominated the room, with a large wooden four post frame it looked like it was straight out of a gothic horror movie. Unable to stop himself he walked over to the bed, looked down, and stared dispassionately at the young man tied to the frame. His arms and legs spread-eagled to each post and tied with leather strips strained until the muscles were at snapping point.

The vision changed and he stared at the man hovering over his victim, holding a sharp knife with blood dripping from the blade. The man looked up at him and smiled before he returned to torturing the victim. He felt each nip and cut as they pierced the skin drawing blood his focus changed as he looked down at his own body and saw blood streaming down from his chest, where the cuts appeared with each slice of the knife into the skin of the hapless victim.

The attacker looked up and smiled at him, licking the blood from the blade he floated towards him ready to strike with his weapon.

Sam blinked away the tears and stared at his father's face, gulping in air in rasping gasps, 'Dad, Dean's alive but ...' Sam stopped when he saw the look on his father's face and realised that this was the first vision John had witnessed. 'It's okay Dad.' He whispered feeling his face redden with embarrassment.

'Son I – I never ... are you alright?'

'Ah yeah I guess except that I'm gonna hurl.' Sam tried to smile as his stomach lurched and expelled its meagre contents.

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Dean groaned and tried to move but the leather straps bit into the tender flesh of his wrists and ankles even more, all feeling in his feet just about gone, the burns had scabbed over though the infections started to spread up his legs, angry red tendrils looped their way around his calves. 'Water?' He whispered hating how desperate he sounded, 'just a little water.'

'Just a sip but please don't tell the Master I helped you.' A young woman said softly, she moved closer to the bed and into Dean's limited vision range.

'Who are you?' He asked, as she lifted a glass to his lips, gently holding his head she tipped a tiny amount of water over his chapped lips, a small shudder ran through him as he felt the cool liquid trickle down his throat.

'That's it, just sips now.'

'Thanks.' Dean smiled and looked up at her, 'so who are you?'

'Sasha, I work for the Master.'

'Can you help me Sasha?' Dean asked, a tiny tremor of hope started to grow in his gut, 'I have to get outta here/'

'I – I can't, the Master is too powerful no one can stop him.' She replied glancing around nervously, 'I've said too much already.'

'What work do you do for him?' Dean asked, he had to stay calm with her and not spook her anymore than necessary.

'I am his ... I do whatever the Master requires.' Sasha replied, her tone changing slightly now tinged with anger. 'I must leave now.'

'No, Sasha wait, please ... can you get a message out for me? I need to let my brother know that I am still alive.'

'No, no I can't ... I must go now.' Sasha backed away from the bed, picked up her cleaning equipment and slipped out of the door before Dean could say another word.

'Fuck ... good one Dean scare the only one who could help away.' Dean dropped his head back against the pillow and fought back the tears of frustration.

'Nice to see you awake.' The now familiar mocking tones of the Master filled the room, 'I was hoping to share some news with you.'

'Let me up and I'll show you some news.' Dean ground out, turning his face away from his tormentor and tried to ignore him.

'Oh don't turn away Dean; it has to do with your beloved younger brother Samuel.'

'What are you talking about?'

'Sam had to be taught a lesson, he disobeyed me.'

'If you have hurt him I swear I will kill you, very slowly.' Dean spat out as he turned his head back to stare at the one known as the Master, his face paling as he saw the newspaper held in front of his eyes.

On the front cover, a photo of Sam, surrounded by deputies who dragged him towards the waiting car. Even in the photo, Dean could see the punishment Sam had endured at the hands of the law enforcement officers. The headline glared at him in large black print, 'BROTHER KILLER'.

'I am going to fucking rip your throat out and feed it to you.' Dean hissed, 'how can he be accused of killing me? I'm still kicking.'

'For now Dean, you are for now.' The Master left, dropping the newspaper onto the bed next to Dean he strode out laughing.

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'Can you tell me anything else Sam?'

'Ah he's tied to a bed, big gothic number and ... he's hurt bad Dad.' Sam whispered, 'I have to get outta here Dad, I have to find Dean.'

The door leading into the front office swung open, the sheriff came in followed by two men, one he introduced as Doctor Campbell and the other as the prosecutor Mr Decebal. The doctor glared at the smirking sheriff and hurried to examine the young prisoner, John stepped out of the way, and turned to stare at the prosecutor, he looked very familiar.

'Tom Granite, I'm young Sam's lawyer.' He introduced himself ignoring the outstretched hand of Decebal.

'Ahh of course you are, I am Max Decebal, and I am the lucky one who got your client's case.'

'Yeah well I'd say without a body you have a very shaky case against Mr Winchester.'

'Oh I don't know about that, history of violence, suspicious death of his girlfriend and now this? And oh yes we can't forget the eyewitness now can we?'

Before John could retaliate, the doctor moved in between them and faced him, deliberately keeping his back to the prosecutor. 'This young man has sustained several serious injuries, including three broken ribs, deep bruising, possible internal bleeding and a concussion. This boy needs to be in a hospital bed immediately, I haven't even mentioned his fever, and elevated blood pressure.'

Sam sat up slowly as he listened to the litany of injuries he had sustained, but he gradually phased out the voices of everyone arguing over him and listened to one voice.

The voice, cold, cruel, and very proper, almost accented proper. Sam turned his head and looked up into the eyes of the prosecutor.

The face of his visions, the voice of the taunts, Dean's tormentor, and captor stood in front of him, another person who can instantly change personalities.

As he stood up, Sam's knees buckled the shock too much and he dropped lifelessly to the floor.

'Sam!' John yelled as he saw his son collapse. The doctor pushed past him and knelt next to Sam's prone body.

'Get an ambulance now!' He yelled his voice loud and commanding brought the sheriff running in with two deputies in tow. 'Get an ambulance now Ralph and so help me if this boy dies ...'

TBC