Oh where, Oh where has your big brother gone?

Disclaimer: as per chapter 1

CHAPTER SEVEN

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Sam moaned and tried to roll over, frowning when he couldn't he opened his eyes and stared down at his wrist in disbelief. Silver handcuffs glinted in the harsh fluorescent light, trapping his arm to the railing of the hospital.

'It's okay son.' John said as he looked up from his diary and stared at Sam, his own exhaustion showing on his lined face. 'The sheriff insisted, wouldn't leave the room until he put them on you.'

'What's going on Dad?'

'That Sammy I am going to find out, but for now, we have to get you better.'

'Dean, where's Dean?'

'He's missing Sam ... remember?'

'No he just went out for coffee.' Sam's frown deepened, wincing he pinched his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, his face now completely devoid of any colour.

'Sam?' John asked hurrying to his son's bedside, 'what is it?'

'Ah headache.'

'Sam, come on Son look at me.'

Sam opened his eyes but his father's face disappeared. As his sight started to clear, he could make out a room but all tilted as though it was on an angle, and then a figure appeared. Draped in black with fiery eyes and a maniacal laugh, the vision blurred and shifted, he could see Dean lying on a bed surrounded by flames.

Blinking furiously he stared up at his father's concerned face, 'Dad?'

'I swear Sam I am never going to get used to your visions, are you okay?'

'Yeah, head hurts and that but nothing new.' Sam tried to shrug but winced and held his breath for a moment.

'Sam?'

'Gonna be sick.' Sam gasped as he started to retch. Grabbing a clean kidney bowl John held it for his son and rubbed his neck and back while the frail young man vomited. He pressed the button for the nurse when he noticed the flecks of blood spattering the bowl.

'Hang in there Sammy.'

'Dean, Dad you have to get to Dean.' Sam tried to explain the vision, but the pain in his stomach intensified, drawing his knees upwards he tried to focus on his father and getting the details of his vision out, but the pain was blinding, 'Dad?' He rasped as his eyes fluttered closed and his body went limp.

'What's wrong?' The nurse started when she hurried into the room, taking one look at Sam and the contents of the kidney bowl she pressed the emergency button and called for assistance.

'What is it? What's wrong?'

'Sorry Sir but you are going to have to leave for now.'

'But ...' John stopped himself before he gave away his identity, instead he leant over Sam and whispered to hang in there, and that he was going to find Dean.

John stood back as the doctors and nurses worked around Sam with quiet efficiency; suddenly they released the wheels on his bed and started moving him out.

'What's going on?' John asked his face paling.

'We have to get him back into theatre; he's started to bleed internally.'

'He said he had a headache and then he vomited and doubled up in pain, is he going to be alright?'

'We'll do our best but ... do you know where those things came from?' The doctor asked disdainfully and indicated the handcuffs on Sam's wrist.

'The sheriff.' John spat out trying to retain his anger, 'cut them off Doctor do whatever you have to do but just help him.'

The doctor nodded and hurried away to prep Sam for further surgery, John watched his son disappear behind the swinging doors and swallowed the bitter anger rising in his throat, they will pay for what they have done to Sam, they will pay.

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Dean groaned and opened his eyes, the last thing he could remember was holding the girl and Max threatening him, and then everything went black. His head felt heavy and his throat dry and raspy. When he tried to move, he realised that now he was chained to the bed, his limbs stretched painfully to snapping point, his clothes were gone the only thing covering him was the fleecy blanket.

'What the...?' Dean spluttered, as he tried to lift his head and look around.

'Boo!' Max leant right into Dean's face and laughed at the look he got.

'Dude, breath - haven't you ever heard of mouth wash.' Dean quipped.

'Always the smart-mouth!' Max snarled cuffing Dean over the head, 'better behave yourself for the Master or you will be gagged.'

'So we gonna play twenty questions or you gonna tell me why I am suddenly naked and chained. What happened to the royal treatment?'

'You ask too many questions.' Max growled and hit Dean again this time harder and with the intent on causing an injury.

'Dude please we hardly know each other.'

Max lifted his hand to strike Dean's face again when he stopped as the Master appeared in the room, standing at the end of the bed he stared down at Dean, Max scrambled away and cowered by the wall. Snarling, the Master lifted his hand and the blanket 'flew' off Dean exposing the young man completely. 'From now on nothing is to cover him.'

'Yes Master.' Max snivelled.

'So like the view from up there?' Dean asked trying to lift his head enough to get a full view of his captor. 'I can do another pose if you like.'

'Silence.' The Master hissed, he lifted his hand and squeezed the air, Dean suddenly gasped for air, he could feel invisible hands tightening around his neck.

Then the Master dropped his hand and Dean gulped in air, wheezing from the lack of oxygen to his lungs. 'Dude that was totally uncalled for.'

'Silence you will do as I say or you will suffer greatly, I wanted to inform you of the latest on your dearly, nearly departed brother.'

'Sam? What have you done to him? You psycho bastard if you hurt him I will send you back from where you come from in pieces.'

'Small threats from a small man.' The Master hissed as he glided around the bed and stopped at Dean's side, the demon raised a hand, suddenly a thin cut appeared on Dean's chest, drawing blood as it grew.

'Stop.' Dean gasped, hating to hear the pleading in his own voice, he was strong than this. 'Don't I ...'

'You are mine now Dean, you will do as I say or you will suffer the consequences, now back to your brother.' The Master dropped his hand and patted Dean's cheek, leaving a clammy and burning feeling behind. 'Samuel Winchester, charged with the first degree murder of one Dean Winchester his older brother. An eyewitness has stated seeing the two brothers argue violently outside their motel room, it moved inside where the said witness was to overhear Samuel threaten his brother. Then he witnessed the death blow with a hunting knife, he sliced his brother's throat open, disposed of his body and then went to bed.'

'And this supposed witness was to see all of this through a wall?' Dean asked with an even tone in his voice. 'But there's one problem.'

'And that is?'

'Well two actually, one I am still alive and two Sam is still alive.'

'Ah Samuel Winchester aged twenty-three, college student, recently bereft of his girlfriend, youngest son of one John Winchester, widower. Unfortunately Samuel has a hard time in following clear and precise instructions, now he is paying for his mistake.'

'Did you really think that Sam would do that without question?'

'Your father has trained both of you well, but it seems not well enough.'

'Ah I can think of another small flaw in your plan.'

'Oh do enlighten me.'

'A little thing like a bogus witness, we both know that no one saw Sam kill me.'

'Yeah we do.' Max said grinning wildly, 'I tell you officer I have never seen such rage in a young man like that, it was like he was possessed.'

'You have to be kidding me!' Dean squirmed suddenly conscious of just how naked he was, 'umm could I get some coverage here?'

'Enough!' The Master roared, 'the Winchesters have long been a thorn in the side of every self-respecting demon in the nether realms, this is time for a little retribution.'

'You keep talking but gee I just don't hear anything but hot air.' Dean said, he knew that he was pushing his luck with his barbs but he couldn't help himself, it was either that or to get upset and there was no way that was going to happen.

'You are one very unfunny man Dean Winchester, but perhaps you will find this funny.' The Master leant closer to Dean, 'we will deal with you first, then your brother and finally your father. Oh did I tell you that I am the prosecutor in your brother's case and how is this for a joke, your father is pretending to be his lawyer. The dim-witted sheriff has no idea; he is just a violent little man who put your brother in hospital because he thinks Sam killed you.'

'Sam's in hospital?' Dean asked, his heart missing a beat.

'Oh yes now I'm sure I told you that.' The Master gloated enjoying the obvious distress of his young victim, 'something about a ruptured spleen, broken bones, the usual bruising and cuts ... you know the good old jail cell beating.'

'Let me up you bastard.' Dean strained against the chains, ignoring the pain and sticky wetness where the chains bit into his skin.

'Temper, temper you will be seeing your brother soon enough.' The Master straightened and turned his attention to Max, 'Go to the entrance our guests shall be arriving through the portal anytime now.'

'Oh look if you are busy I can get outta your hair.'

'No you see Dean this is where it gets interesting.' The Master smiled, 'this is where you show just what you are made of.'

'Ah sorry to burst your bubble but I aint hiding anything here.'

'When the guests arrive we will begin, relax and rest Dean you have a very difficult ordeal ahead of you. If you survive this, it will bode well for your young brother, if you don't then I am afraid that he will be the next no matter what condition he is in.'

'You are not making any sense.' Dean tried to stall him, to get more information. 'What ordeal are we talking about? Come on Master, you have been gloating all day, why not a bit more.'

The Master regarded Dean with a flame-filled stare, then smiled, and explained a little more. 'For years, your father and then the two of you have done nothing but decimate our numbers now it is time for us to exact some revenge from the infamous Winchesters.'

'Oh gee I'm flattered, and I get to be first.'

'Relax Dean and make peace with whatever deity you believe in, for after today you may need a bit of help.' The Master said as he glided out of the room, leaving Dean alone, naked and chained to his bed.

TBC