Oh where, Oh where has your big brother gone?

Disclaimer: as per chapter 1

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Author's note: sorry it has taken longer than I thought to post this update, but for those who don't know, I am currently studying my Diploma of Arts in Professional Writing and Editing and have been snowed under with end of term assessments. Sigh anyway I hope this one is okay and if things go well I will have another update tonight.

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CHAPTER SIX

Sam moaned and tried to open his eyes, they felt grainy and held together with sticky goo, almost like glue. Finally, he managed to open his good eye and through blurred vision manage to focus on the face floating in front of him.

'Dad?' His mouth formed the word but no sound came from his throat.

'Sh, Sam just rest, the doctor has given you something to ease the pain, you had emergency surgery as soon as they got you here.' John said softly brushing a stray hair from his son's forehead.

'Surgery?'

'Yeah, they had to stop some internal bleeding, they ... they ah.' John stopped and had to clear his throat choking back his tears, he had to stay strong for his sons, 'the bastards ruptured your spleen, if the doctor hadn't gotten you to the hospital when he did ...'

'It's okay Dad.' Sam managed to get out, his voice so weak it barely raised a whispered level. 'Dean?'

'No word yet Sammy, but for now rest okay that's an order!'

'Yessir.' Sam slurred as his eye closed, slipping into a drugged slumber.

Footsteps stopping behind him made John turn around, staring up at the defiant face of the sheriff who held a pair of handcuffs in his hands.

'What do you think you are doing with them?'

'Sorry Counsellor but he's still under arrest for murder, can't have him skipping out on us.'

'Sheriff ... you and your deputies ruptured Sam's spleen and broke his ribs just to name a few of the injuries, he's not going anywhere for a while.'

'Look Granite, okay the boy's were a bit rough but can you blame em? The little shit killed his own brother.'

'Haven't you heard of innocent until proven guilty sheriff?' John spat out, it took all of his self-control not to snap the snivelling little man's neck for what he did to Sam, 'also I am filing a charge of assault against you and your department on behalf of young Sam here. I hope you will enjoy your jail time as much as the cons you already put in there have.'

'Listen Granite, I am the sheriff of this, here town, I am the law not you. So we roughed the kid up a bit, no judge is gonna convict us... fuck I'd be surprised if they didn't reward us instead.' The sheriff spat.

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Dean slept fitfully for the first time since his kidnapping, but he was sure it was due to blood loss and sheer exhaustion rather than anything else.

He lay with his eyes closed and tried to imagine waking up in the motel room with Sam snoring in the bed next to him. With a job waiting for them to complete, but to his horror he found that the images were faded, jagged edged so much so that they became fragmented the more he tried to focus on them, especially Sam's face.

'Dean.' Sam's voice echoed in his mind, startling him awake, desperately he looked around but there was no sign of his brother anywhere. Sighing heavily he closed his eyes again, it must have been a dream.

'Dean.' Sam's voice sounded in his mind, 'Dean if you can hear me, I'm sorry, I failed you.'

'Sammy!' Dean cried out as he struggled to sit up, 'Sammy hang on.' The sound of his own voice made him jump nervously, he had freaked so much when he heard Sam's message he didn't even realise that he had spoken aloud.

'Your brother can no longer help you.' The sibilant voice taunted him, 'he's unfortunately all hmm let me so how should I put it ... he's all locked up.'

'Let me loose you bastard and make it a fair fight.' Dean screamed, his anger morphing into a white rage, 'even if you kill me I'll make your afterlife a living hell.'

'Ah such words of bravery, perhaps I should use you rather than your father.'

'What? What are you on about?'

The voice became silent, the speaker suddenly realising he had slipped in front of the prisoner. 'Now that was a slip there, still no matter I suppose you're not going anywhere and no one can rescue you as you're already dead. This means that I can do what I like to you.'

'Get fucked you freak and let me out of here.'

'Sigh such language for a young man; someone should wash your mouth out with soap.'

'Come on then, come on, and try it!' Dean taunted his tormentor, his rage still building deep inside, 'show yourself and let me at you in a fair fight.'

'Now where would the fun be in that?' The voice started to laugh as it grew louder and closer until the Master materialised in front of Dean. 'You truly are a magnificent specimen.'

'Dude, I don't swing that way and even if I did eww! Sorry but I am definitely not into necrophilia.'

'That is not nice Dean.' The Master hissed as he pushed closer into Dean until their faces almost touched, 'do you realise just what kind of position you are in?'

'Yeah, and I am telling you again, I don't swing that way, I am no one's submissive and I do not do the dead!'

The Master ran a clawed finger down the side of Dean's face and regarded him carefully, 'do you realise just how beautiful you are?'

'Do you realise that your breath stinks, one suggestion for ya, mouth wash does wonders for that.'

In reply, the Master pressed the tip of his clawed nail into Dean's cheek until he drew blood then he slowly raked it down until he sliced Dean's cheek to his jawbone. Dean clamped his mouth shut and swallowed hard against the pain, he stared hard into the eyes of the Master showing that he did not fear him, well outwardly that is, inside the creature's lack of sanity had him seriously worried.

The Master pulled back and slowly licked the blood from his finger as he regarded his victim thoughtfully. 'I did have other plans for you, but after your performance just now perhaps I should do something else instead.'

'Ah thanks but no thanks, actually I'm kinda tired why don't you wake me in an hour and we can talk about it then.' Dean quipped as he swallowed against the rising panic, as he saw the smile forming across the Master's face. 'Really, I don't mind putting it off for an hour or so, might have a bit more energy then.'

'Ah but you see my brave warrior, you won't need energy for a while at least.' The Master stood and appeared at the doorway moving faster than Dean could blink. 'I will have your cheek stitched and you will be allowed to bathe, supervised by the way, after that you will join me for dinner ... and there is no possibility of refusal.' He added when he saw Dean ready himself for another sarcastic retort, 'so save your breath, perhaps you could think of a few more barbs for conversation over dinner.' The Master vanished with his words still hanging in the air, he didn't even bother to make it look like he used the door.

'Nice Dean, very nice.' Dean berated himself, 'what can't you think first and speak later?'

'I am sorry did you say something?' Sasha asked as she came into the room carrying a small tray covered with a surgical cloth.

'Nah don't worry 'bout it.' Dean eyed the tray suspiciously, 'so what's under the cloth?'

'The Master wants your face to be stitched.' Sasha said her voice devoid of any emotion as she examined the cut.

'Ah you're gonna do the stitching?' Dean asked his eyes widening as she pulled out a syringe filled with a clear fluid. 'What's that?'

'Anaesthetic that's all Dean,' Sasha said as she swiped a small area just above the start of the cut with a cottonwool pad soaked in antiseptic. 'This is going to sting a little.' She said dispassionately as she pushed the needle into his already pain filled face.

'Ow!' He yelped, 'you said sting a little?'

'The anaesthetic will take effect in a moment, the side of your face will be numb so be careful you don't bite your tongue or anything.'

Dean went to give her a stinging retort when he felt the numbness creeping over the right side of his face, swallowing hard he tried to relax and not let the panic take control but he was helpless. For the first time in a long time, Dean felt helpless, alone and completely vulnerable, and he hated it and himself for it.

Sasha quickly and efficiently made neat little stitches down the widest part of the cut and then used tiny steri-strips to hold the rest in place, trying to minimise the chance of scarring.

'All done.' She said as she sat back and inspected her handiwork, 'not bad at all.' She smiled sweetly at him and then gently placed a gauze pad over the wound and taped it in place. 'The Master will be pleased.'

'Oh I am so glad.' Dean ground out of the side of his mouth, his words slurring slightly.

'Okay relax for a while Dean and try to sleep, Max will be in soon to help you bathe and get ready for dinner with the Master.'

'Sasssha.' Dean tried to keep his eyes open but off a sudden felt so tired, 'what wasssss?'

'The anaesthetic was mixed with a sedative.' Sasha smiled as she stood up and gathered everything back onto the tray, 'rest easy Dean.' She said as she left him alone once again.

Dean screamed at the demon trying to distract it as the creature fed off his brother, without thinking he launched himself at it, taken by surprise the demon dropped Sam's lifeless body and turned its bloody fangs on Dean, 'human blood tasty.' It laughed as it sunk its taloned fingers into Dean's arms pinning him against the wall and then it leant down and started to feed, ripping Dean's throat out as it fed on the flesh and the warm blood.

He woke shivering, his face hurt like hell and he ached all over, the infected burns on his feet itched like mad but he couldn't reach them, frustrated he roared wordlessly at the ceiling, it was only a dream but it felt more real than any other dream he ever had.

'Good you are awake.' A strange male voice spoke from the bathroom door, straining his head Dean managed to focus on the new arrival.

'Max?' He asked hoarsely.

'The one and only.' Max grinned and then rubbed his hands together, 'okaylet's get you out of that bed, and into the bath I have just prepared.'

'Max ... who are ... can you help me?'

'I am just one of the Master's minions and it would be in your best interests just to obey the Master and accept your fate.'

'That Dude is one thing that I will never do.' Dean vowed, all he had to do was get enough strength to launch an attack against Max and he could be free.

'Okay let's get a few things straight before I cut you loose.' Max said crossing his arms over his barrelled chest, 'first I know what you think, that's one reason why I got this job, second in the current state that you are I could squash you like a bug. Lastly, no use trying to ask me for anything, coz I don't give a fuck about you or what the Master has done and will do to you. Hell, I aint even duped into working for him, I do it coz I like it and I like the Master.'

'Duped?'

'Oh the other minions he has scurrying around here, they all had to be persuaded to work for him, drop of his blood mixed with the serum and they are his forever.' Max gave Dean a malevolent grin, 'oh by the way I really do hope that you try something on me, I really do; just give me a chance to give you a taste of the punishment will be.'

Dean glared at the man silently; this was not a time for some witty repartee with the thug. Instead he kept his stare fixed on Max's face, unblinking and unwavering he didn't drop it once while the older man cut his restraints.

Feeling came flooding back into his strained muscles making him twitch uncontrollably for a few seconds, 'sit up.' Max ordered pulling Dean's arms, 'come on I don't have all day.'

'Fuck off.' Dean tried to push him away and to stand on his own, the pain of his burnt feet reignited and fired up through his legs, mixed with his growing dizziness and light-headedness from being in one prone position for so long. His knees buckling as he started to tumble backwards to the bed.

'oh no you don't.' Max snapped and grabbing Dean he tossed the young man over his shoulder and carried him into the bathroom where he unceremoniously dropped him into the tub of hot water.

'What the ...?' Dean spluttered as he pushed himself up, spraying water over Max, 'what the fuck did you do that for?'

'Time was awasting kiddo,' Max grinned and held up a cloth and soap, 'so need me to wash you?'

'You have to be kidding me.' Dean snarled grabbing at the cloth, 'do you have to watch?'

'Complete supervision the Master said.'

'Ya know it would be nice to have some clothes to put on,' Dean suggested, trying to get Max out of the room.

'Already taken care of.' Max laughed as he saw the look on Dean's face, with a malicious grin he dropped the bar of soap into the bath and watched as Dean had to find it, his gaze moving appreciatively over the finely chiselled body. Although, with his recent abuse and starvation Dean was starting to lose some definition and weight, his lower ribs were already showing, too skinny for Max, and too scarred.

'Got your towel here when you're ready.' Max said as he held the towel up just out of Dean's reach.

Swearing under his breath Dean reluctantly stood up, the hot water eased a lot of his aches not to mention how good it felt to be clean again. Shivering he held his hand out for the towel bracing himself for more taunting while he dried off.

'Such a shame to cover you up with clothes.' Max breathed lustfully as he indicated the pile of neatly washed and pressed clothing on the bench closest to the door.

Doing his best to ignore the man, Dean limped over to the bench, leaning against it heavily he managed to pull on the clothes. The jeans fit perfectly as did the soft velveteen black shirt and white T-shirt.

'Sit over there.' Max ordered indicating a chair against the wall, as Dean finished dressing, 'gotta put dressings on your burns.'

Dean so wanted to resist but the pain was intensifying the longer he was standing, leaning against the bench and then the wall itself, to help him; he limped slowly over to the chair and sank down on it heaving a sigh of relief.

Max hit a small button encased in the wall and then went to stand over Dean, regarding him carefully, 'so nice and clean again kiddo, the Master will be impressed.'

'Yeah right,' Dean muttered, all he wanted to do was to lie down and sleep the last remnants of his strength gone.

'Ready Max?' Sasha asked as she came into the bathroom carrying another cloth-covered tray.

'All yours Sash, I'll just wait over here.'

The two of them worked around Dean as though he was no longer important. Max emptied the bath and dropped the used towel and cloth into a hamper before he leant against the wall and then watched Sasha work on the burns.

Sasha smeared a thick gooey cream over the worst of the burns, clucking her tongue at the sight of the infected areas. Several had blistered and then burst with trails of thick pus running out of them, softened by the hot bathwater they started to weep again.

Dean hissed as the cream stung his tender damaged feet, he closed his eyes and tried to think of Cassie, he hadn't thought about her for a long time.

'All done.' Sasha said, her voice breaking into his semi-consciousness making him jump startled.

'Okay kiddo time for you to get some food into you and then rest up for the big night, believe me it's gonna be worth it.' Max said as he easily picked Dean up and carried him back into the bedroom.

While Dean was in the bath, Sasha had cleaned the room, changed the bedding, and opened the window enough to let fresh air in, the smells of sweat, fouled blood, and illness gone by the time Dean returned to his bed.

Sasha propped him up with soft pillows and covered his legs with a warm fleecy blanket, making sure that the blankets did not affect his feet.

'So how come I am suddenly getting the royal treatment?' Dean asked, unable to help himself.

'The Master wishes you to be comfortable and to regain some health for your ordeal ahead.'

'What are you on about?' Dean asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously, he reached out and gripped Sasha's wrist tightly, 'talk to me Sasha what is he up to?'

'I only know what I have been told, please you're hurting me!' Sasha whimpered trying to extricate herself from his iron-like grip.

'Now that's no way to treat a lady.' Max said as he stood at the end of the bed and stared threateningly at Dean, 'let her go now or I will make you.'

Tired of the constant threats Dean pulled Sasha closer to him, 'go ahead.' He snarled, 'make me.'

TBC