Oh where, Oh where has your big brother gone?

Disclaimer: as per chapter 1

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CHAPTER 13

'Bring it on.' Sam said trying to keep his rising panic under control, the only betrayal of his shaking control was the tremor in his hands.

'So brave, so beautiful ... why do you waste your talents with those two?' Decebal asked nodding his head towards the still unconscious John and Dean.

'Leave them out of this.' Sam said slowly, 'this was never about Dean was it?'

'Ah very astute Samuel, you are starting to actually think.'

'That whole debacle and kidnapping it was a set up to get at me wasn't it?'

'Keep going.' Decebal said gleefully clapping his hands, 'you are finally seeing what was in front of you all of the time.'

'Why all the crap then? Why not just come after me?'

'Well you see I had to be sure of your gifts and how much control you have over them, the best way I thought of was to put you into the position of having to save your brother instead of the other way around.'

'What does that mean?'

'Exactly that, you do have a penchant for getting yourself in trouble Samuel, and Dean always seems to be there to pick up the pieces so I wanted to test your resolve when your brother is the victim.'

'And what happened in the jail? I almost died at the hands of Jolley, what would you have done then if I had died?'

'That would've never happened.' Decebal glided closer to Sam and ran his taloned fingernail down Sam's cheek, 'yes you were hurt, that was regrettable but then gain if something hadn't happened it would have looked unnatural for this town and the local law enforcement. However, I always had control over the situation.'

'Control?' Sam spat out, 'if you called that control I would hate to see what you think out of control means.'

'Now, now my dear Sam you must calm yourself after all you were seriously injured and are still recovering.'

'What have you done to Dean and Dad?' Sam asked suddenly changing tact, 'they haven't moved.'

'They are only sleeping, and will be fine as long as you do as you are told my Sweet boy.'

'Don't call me that!' Sam spat out.

'Say your goodbyes Samuel it is time for you to come with me.'

'I'm not going with you.' Sam said moving closer to the prone bodies of his family.

'Do you need me to re-instigate Dean's disappearance?' Decebal snapped coming to the end of his patience with the young Winchester. 'Perhaps I should organise your father's demise err I mean disappearance as well?'

'You touch them and I'll...'

'You'll do what? Really Samuel empty threats at this stage of our relationship I thought that you would be above all of that.'

'What relationship? And you don't know me very well do you?' Sam asked his anger simmering and absorbing his panic and fear. He glanced at the cups of coffee and paraphernalia on the table, the next moment they were flying into Decebal, breaking the Demon's concentration for a second.

'Tsk, tsk, Samuel such a temper.' Decebal easily dodged the onslaught and then held his hand up in front of Sam, squeezing his fingers inward. Sam gasped and dropped to his knees as he fought for breath, his hands scratching at the invisible fingers choking him. 'You really need to control that temper of yours Sweet Boy!'

'Let them go.' Sam said between each gasped breath, suddenly the table started to rock and lift into the air crashing into Decebal's back. Stumbling forward the Demon lost his control over Sam as he fought to gain his momentum and not fall face down. 'Let them go!' Sam rasped as he stood up on shaking legs and stood over Decebal.

'Perfect ... feed that anger Sam I know you want to.' Decebal started to laugh as he slowly straightened and then hovered close to Sam at eye level, 'feed your anger and embrace it, embrace your true calling.'

'What are you talking about?' Sam asked unnerved at the sight of the demon floating effortlessly in front of him.

'Your true destiny awaits you Samuel Winchester, embrace your gifts, and follow the path set in front of you. Working together we can rule both realms.'

'So you're delusional as well as a megalomaniac?'

'Enough!' Decebal thundered, 'say goodbye to your family Samuel it is time to leave.'

'I'm not going anywhere with you.' Sam ground out, 'the only way you are going to make me go anywhere is if you kill me and then I will come and haunt your ass no matter what realm you hide in.'

Decebal laughed and nodded slightly; before Sam could react, he felt movement at his sides, and then his arms were pinned, captured in someone else's hands. 'What the?'

'You have no one except yourself to blame Samuel.' Decebal warned as he turned to the blank-eyed men holding Sam, 'slightly conventional I know but it is very time efficient.'

'What are you?' Sam started and then jumped as he felt a sharp prick in his neck, 'what did you?' Sam's words slurred as the drug took immediate effect, drowning in a sea of nauseating black waves Sam could only blink down at his father and Dean as Decebal stood over their bodies, his laughter was the last thing that Sam heard.

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Groaning he tried to sit up but his head thumped unmercifully; gradually he opened his eyes and waited for the blurriness to subside and his focus to return.

'Dad?' He whispered as his gaze settled on the still form of his father lying on another mattress against the wall. They were in a cold and windowless room, lying on two dirty mattresses. Dean winced and held his head as he slowly pushed himself up against the wall until he sat upright. He could feel the lump already forming on the back of his neck, his entire body hurt as though someone had run over him repeatedly in a tank.

John moaned and slowly started to move, 'Dean?' His voice so faint that at first Dean thought he was imagining it. 'Sammy?'

'He's not here Dad.' Dean said resting his head against the wall; he watched his father struggle to regain some semblance of consciousness.

'What ... Demon he ... we shot him didn't we?' John frowned as he tried to piece together his disjointed memories. 'Decebal?'

'Yeah ... I think he took Sam Dad.' Dean's said his voice breaking with emotion, 'I'm sorry Dad, I couldn't protect him and now he's gone.'

'It's not your fault Dean, we were both there. This demon, he's a Master, a high level demon not much can be done to them.'

'What about Sam Dad, what if he tried to fight him again and this time...'

'That's enough Dean, Sam will be fine you have to trust that, trust your brother.'

'Dad we're talking about Sam here, he's more likely to become a martyr than a hero.' Dean snapped, and then he stopped himself and looked at his broken father. The last year Sam and Dean had grown closer than ever in their lives and their dad just didn't know his two sons as well as he used to. 'You okay Dad?'

'Ahh, damn I think my arm is broken.' John gasped as he tried to move the offending limb.

Dean tried to get off the mattress to go to his father's aid when something pulled at his left ankle trapping him there. A shiny silver cuff encasing his ankle made it impossible to move from his current position. A chain attached to the cuff was also anchored to a metal bar, with just enough give for him to move around the mattress and that was all. 'Dad are you?'

'Yes Son, my ankle is chained as well.' John said wincing with the pain of movement he eased himself up against the wall and then closed his eyes as the room started to spin uncontrollably around him. 'Dean you have to promise me something.'

'What?'

'No matter what happens to me - you find your brother and get out of here.'

'Nope sorry can't do that Dad.'

'Why? Damn it Dean this is important.'

'I can't coz we're not going anywhere without you.' Dean promised his father, 'the three of us will all leave together, preferably over Decebal's dead ass.'

'Dean.'

'No Dad, now try and get some rest until we work out where we are and what Decebal is up to.'

'This new attitude of yours Dean, it is hard to take do you know that.'

'Gee thanks Dad, I'll take that as a compliment.' Dean managed a lop-sided grin as he sat back and concentrated his thoughts on Sam, wondering if he could feel his presence again or if last time was a one-off time.'

The door opened filling the stuffy room with immediate fresh air, both of the chained prisoners turned their gazes to the new intruder.

'Nice to see you both are awake so I don't have to repeat myself.' Decebal said as he glided into the room, 'though the smell is something of an acquired taste.

'Where's my son?' John yelled struggling to sit up with his broken arm cradled against his chest.

'Right here with you ... oh you mean the other one don't you.' Decebal said mockingly, 'he is quite ... safe for now anyway.'

'What have you done to Sam?' Dean demanded as a chill ran down his spine when he saw the maniacal look in the demon's eyes.

'Let's just say that young Samuel needs to learn a few lessons in life, one is to obey orders when given them.'

John laughed bitterly at that statement and glared up at his tormentor, 'I can tell you from experience if you expect Sam to follow or obey orders blindly then you are fighting a losing battle and he will end up running away.'

'Ah but you see John I have set up a contingency plan for that.'

'Which is?'

'The two of you. Your darling youngest born will happily martyr his life for his brother and father, it is quite touching really.' Decebal mocked them as he pretended to weep, 'just heart-wrenching really it is.'

'Where is he?' Dean demanded tiring of the antics.

'Ah, now this is where it gets interesting, I have devised a small game for Sam to learn from. Do you remember a little schoolyard game known commonly as - oh where, oh where has the big bad wolf gone? Although in my version it is oh where, oh where has your big brother and father gone? All he has to do is to work his way through the maze to find the two of you.'

'Why doesn't that seem to be as simple as you make it sound?' Dean asked as he pulled at the chain trapping his foot, making his ankle bleed where he rubbed the skin away.

'Leave that alone and listen to me.' Decebal snapped as two of his blank-eyed humans pushed in a trolley with a large TV set on it. 'And so for your viewing pleasure tonight's entertainment stars our hero the psychic boy-wonder Sam Winchester as he fights his way through the maze of illusion. Can he finish the maze in time? Can he survive the trials and traps set? Will he find his brother and father before it is too late? All these questions and more will be answered on tonight's episode of Oh where, Oh where has your big brother and father gone?' Decebal laughed as he turned on the set and glided out of the room, enjoying the looks of horror on the faces of his prisoners as they watched Sam on the television screen.

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Sam paced the small area nervously chewing his lower lip; the drug's lingering effects still bothered him, the nausea, and the dizziness the worst of the offenders. He wore nothing but a pair of tight cyclist's shorts and runners on his feet.

His hands handcuffed behind him became numb, spinning around at the sound of someone unlocking the door made his dizziness worse and he had to close his eyes and wait for the light headiness to pass before he could focus on Decebal.

'Nice to see you looking so ... buffed Samuel.' Decebal crooned appreciatively letting his gaze wash over Sam, lingering over his groin, the tight Lycra shorts leaving nothing to the imagination. 'My you are a wonderful specimen of young manhood aren't you.'

Sam blushed and went to turn away when Decebal grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn back around, 'time to earn your life or should I say time to earn back the lives of your family.'

'What have you done to them?' Sam cried out suddenly forgetting his own discomfort.

'It is simple really, all you have to do is to navigate your way through my maze, if you succeed you will find your brother and father and the three of you will be able to leave free men. But if, however, if you fail to find them in the allocated time, or should you fall victim of one of the ... traps that are set along the way then all three of you will be at my mercy.'

'A maze?' Sam asked in shock this was the last thing that he expected. 'You want me to act like a lab rat? Perform for you in a maze filled with danger, find my family and then if – if I succeed then, you will let us go just like that?'

'Just like that.'

'Aside from the obvious what's the catch?'

'You have twelve hours to complete the maze Samuel, for each hour it takes you, your father John and your brother Dean will either be rewarded or punished depending on how well you are going.'

'I don't understand.'

'If you do exceptionally well and complete one phase in less than an hour then they will be rewarded, with perhaps food, drink, medical kit, hmm what else? Oh yes perhaps even blankets. But, and this is the interesting part for me anyway, if you take longer than an hour then they will suffer. No food, no clothes, no medical treatment for their injuries, maybe a bit more pain and injury whatever I feel like at the time.'

'You can't be serious!'

'Oh believe me Samuel I am deadly serious.' Decebal glided closer to Sam until he could openly molest the young man without reaching. He ran his hands over Sam's bare chest and down his abdomen, tracing swirls against the taunt skin and then he moved them to his nipples and tweaked them cruelly, 'I will say this, I truly hope you fail and I have my chance to explore this wonderful body of yours in a more suitable situation and surroundings.' He lifted one hand to stroke Sam's cheek as the other roamed downwards until he cupped Sam's bulge in his hands, pushing and squeezing it until an anguished moan escaped from Sam's throat. His eyes too wide and fixed looked like those of a rabbit trapped in the headlights of a car. His breath came in short sharp pants as he started to hyperventilate, 'please no.' He whispered hoarsely.

'You have no fear just yet my sweet, sweet boy but I will take what is mine once you fail this one and only test. I will own you body and soul' Decebal leant in until Sam could feel and smell his acrid breath, 'and I intend on collecting.' He finished speaking and gave Sam a crushing kiss; bruising his lips, he forced himself against Sam's shaking body as he drove his tongue into Sam's mouth. Horrified Sam tried to pull out of the kiss but the demon had him pressed up against the wall, his cuffed hands crushed against the bricks painfully and then suddenly as quickly as the forced embrace started it stopped and Sam slumped to the floor desperately trying to gain his breath and some semblance of his shattered pride. Fingers twisted in his shaggy dark hair suddenly pulled and dragged him to his feet, the shock still not registering for him he stumbled and nearly fell as Decebal started to drag him towards a large double doorway at the end of the room.

'Listen closely Samuel, the rules are simple you are to move through the maze, each phase must not last longer than an hour. You have twelve hours to find your brother and father or you will forfeit all of your lives. And then – then you will be mine – body and soul. If on the small chance you will succeed and find your family within the allocated time I will release all of you and will no longer be a threat to you and yours.'

'Your word on that?'

'I am a Master Demon, boy; you will do well to remember that!'

TBC