Oh where, Oh where has your big brother gone?

Disclaimer: as per the first chapter, way – way - back there

Author's Note: Sorry it has taken so long to get this chapter up but between end of term in classes and not feeling the best I have had trouble just staying awake long enough to write the title let alone anything else. Hehehehe anyhoo here it is and now I have two weeks holidays I am going to try and get it finished as I have another story in mind, as well as the other two still going.

Anywaze nuff from me...here's chapter 16

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CHAPTER 16

Sam dropped to his knees exhausted, he had been wandering around lost amidst the tangled pathways, designed to confuse and entrap him completely. 'What now Decebal?' He muttered wiping the sweat from his eyes wincing from the various injuries he had recently sustained. 'No more Decebal you hear me I am not going to be your puppet anymore.' Sam screamed his anger starting to take over his lethargy; slowly he dragged his aching form up and kept going to the end of the path where an alcove lit with a soft light, a jug of water materialising in front of him.

Exhausted, Sam dropped to the ground and rested his head against the wall as he drank thirstily straight from the jug not concerned about the possibility of it being poisoned, he didn't care he was too thirsty.

Closing his eyes he took deep shuddering breaths until he felt calmer, then he let himself sink into a deep natural sleep.

'Wake up Sammy it's time to get going.' Fourteen year old Dean's voice interrupted his dreams. Waking he rubbed his eyes and stared up at his brother sullenly; he had only been asleep for a few hours and wanted to stay where it was warm and safe.

'Geeze Sammy get up before Dad gets back, he wants us ready to get going as soon as.'

'Why? I'm tired Dean.' Sammy whined, 'Dad is only interested in you anyway.'

'So? Just coz I am the coolest and the best looking and the better hunter than you doesn't mean anything, now get up lazy bug.' Dean grabbed the blankets and pulled them off his little brother, 'now or I get the bucket.'

'Alright, I'm up.' Sammy mumbled pulling himself up off the bed and sat on the side of the mattress trying to rub the sleep from his eyes.

'Sons? Come on get moving we have to get on the road.' John yelled as he slammed their motel room's door behind him, 'Sammy you out of bed yet?'

'Yes Sir.' Sammy yelled back, 'where we going anyway?'

'Toledo Dad said.' Dean informed him while he threw clean clothes at his brother, 'so how come you so tired?'

'Nothing I guess, I had another nightmare/.' Sammy's voice muffled under his shirt as he pulled it over his head.

'What?'

'Had a nightmare, it kept me awake.' Sammy repeated.

'What about?'

'Umm, I was in a maze an' there was a demon – a Master demon – he had you and Dad prisoner and I tried to find you but I couldn't.'

'Yeah like that's ever gonna happen, come on geek boy let's get going before Dad kicks our butts.'

'Boys!' John yelled once again.

Sam jumped awake and stared around he could have sworn he heard his father calling him and Dean.

'Nice nap Samuel?' Decebal said standing over Sam, 'you know it's funny I don't remember adding nap times to your schedule.'

'I did, just like I am through playing puppet Decebal I am not going to be your lab rat running through this or any other maze.'

'You do realise what that means to your brother and father.'

'How can I ever finish a neverending maze? You keep changing it and adding to it, it's impossible and I'm not doing it anymore.'

Decebal opened his mouth to speak and then stopped himself a strange smile playing on his lips, 'you won't hmm?'

"No, I have done everything you wanted and you keep adding more!' Sam said defiantly, 'this ends now Decebal, here and now.'

'Oh it does, does it?' Decebal laughed leaning down he grabbed Sam's arm and pulled it viciously dragging the young man up to his feet, 'I am the one who says it is over, so no more maze? Hmm I think I have another game you might like instead.'

'You're talking in circles Decebal.'

'Am I?' Decebal laughed even harder as he watched Sam grow pale and sway unsteadily on his feet.

'What? What did you do?' Sam asked his voice sounding thick and slurred, and then he pitched forward unconscious crumpling into a heap at the demon's feet. Blank-faced guards appeared and silently picked Sam and then waited for further instruction.

'Take him to the observation room and strap him down.' Decebal said smothering a yawn, 'do not leave him alone. I am going to see to the others and then I will come.'

He watched them easily carry Sam down the corridor and then smiling he flashed out, ready to torment his other prisoners in retaliation for Sam's rebellion.

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John and Dean managed to free each other from their restraints and then they prepared themselves to fight their way out and to free Sam.

'Oh how interesting.' Decebal appeared in the room just as they were getting in place, 'please don't let me stop you.'

'Where's Sam? What have you done to him?' John roared forgetting his broken arm he launched himself at the demonic creature, flicking open the small vial of holy water he had stashed in his belt he sprayed it directly onto Decebal's face. The blessed water acting like acid burnt the flesh immediately, Decebal screamed and clawed at his face desperate to stop the burning, moving with the momentum Dean attacked gouging at the eyes.

Roaring in pain and in anger Decebal managed to throw them off crashing them into the wall and then he disappeared swearing vengeance on them. 'The door,' John wheezed, 'Dean the door is still unlocked.'

'You right to move Dad?' Dean asked wrapping his father's arm around his neck and gripping the belt with the other he guided the older Winchester out of the room. They found themselves in a short dark corridor, a door stood at the far end which led further into the complex the other disappeared into the blackness.

'Which way?'

'The door, we have to find Sammy.' John said looking up at his eldest son, 'you right for this Dean?'

Shocked at his father's question Dean stood dumbfounded for a few seconds and then he shook his head, 'come on Dad Sammy's depending on us.'

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Sam lay silently on the cold metal table listening intently to the voices around him. He recognised Decebal's but the others were new; they were definitely not the guards because they are silent, they had never made a sound the entire time they were around Sam.

'Master Decebal ... your face?'

'Forget it, an annoying pest that had to be swatted so back to business.'

'Yes, yes the young psychic Winchester, there has been a lot of talk about him in the Nether regions.'

'And it is all true, he has amazing stamina.'

'His powers?'

'Most unrealised, perfect for training you might say.'

'Are you sure that you want to be rid of him?'

'No – not really I would rather get rid of his family instead and keep him but they would not bring a good enough price.'

'Hmm a psychic would be of help but I am really after an enforcer, mine unfortunately expired accidentally.'

'Ah then perhaps we could talk about the brother, the older son.'

'He is a fighter?'

'A warrior although he would prove a challenge to break but that would be all.'

'His breaking point?'

'You are looking at him.' Decebal stared down at Sam as he spoke, 'the love between the brothers is nauseating to say the least, it is that love however that cripples them both.'

'Hmm very interesting stock you have for sale Master Decebal.'

'I also have the father but he may be past the allowable limit in human years and tenacity although ...'

'Although what?'

'The control factor.'

'The father and the brothers, intriguing prospects.'

'Although I had immense fun with this one when I took his brother from him.' Decebal pretended to wipe a tear away and gave a mock sob, 'it was quite touching actually.'

'Always one for the dramatics Master.'

'Yes, yes now I think it is time for further negotiations.'

'First may I inspect the merchandise?'

'Oh yes how remiss of me.' Decebal nodded happily, 'please inspect away, although he does have a few minor injuries there is nothing that is permanent.'

Sam's eyes shot open at the feel of cold leathery hands sliding down his naked torso, he tried to lift his head, but a thick leather strap around his neck prevented him from sitting up. His wrists and ankles also trapped by leather straps in a spread eagled position on the table, it was just, then he realised that the only covering he had was a thin strip of cloth covering his pelvic area.

TBC