Oh where, Oh where has your big brother gone?

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CHAPTER 17

Sam felt his entire body shake as the leathery hands glided over his skin, pinching at his muscles and tweaking other parts that made him cringe even further. Then the inspection stopped suddenly, making Sam hold his breath in anticipation of what was to come next, although he was completely shocked when the hands gripped each side of his head holding it immobile.

A searing pain shot through his temples and his body arched convulsively, he could feel tentacles moving inside his brain, poking and prodding trying to extract information in the most painful way possible. A hoarse scream burst from his mouth as his eyes snapped open and stared unseeingly at the ceiling, a thick white mucous slowly forming over them. Panting heavily he felt completely detached from his body, he could no longer hear his own heart beat or feel anything.

Then as quickly as the intrusion happened it stopped, the tentacles retreated leaving his brain scarred and abused, his mind close to closing down on itself still pulsating the pain filled signals to his nerve endings.

'Perfect innocence always tastes so good.' The voice sighed, Sam struggled to concentrate but his thoughts and memories became all jumbled together, his sight now only a milky-white screen, a sob escaped from his throat, he didn't understand where he was or what was happening to him.

'I hope you did not overdose on our young psychic here.' Decebal growled checking on his prize piece of merchandise.

'His confusion will pass, I tasted his power, and it was intoxicating to say the least.' The voice moved around the room making it hard for Sam to stay focused on where it was coming from. 'Are you still interested in selling him?'

'No, actually I have changed my mind.'

'But Decebal we had a deal.'

'No, we had an offer on the table and now it has been rescinded.'

'I want the psychic, now how much do you want for it.'

'You could never afford the price.' Decebal lifted his hand and flicked his clawed hand at the other demon, a flare of heat and silence was the only indication that Master Demon destroyed the other one. 'No Samuel, now I know just how powerful you can become under the right guidance, you are mine now and forever.'

'Who are you?' Sam asked fearfully, 'what have you done to me?'

'What are you on about? You very well know who I am.'

'I can't see.' Sam whispered turning his head away from the direction of his voice, 'why did you do this?'

'I didn't do anything.' Decebal said suspiciously, 'look at me Samuel.'

Sam turned his head slowly towards the direction of Decebal's voice, his unblinking eyes still covered with the milky-white glaze stared unseeingly past the Master demon.

'What did that creature do to you?' Decebal snarled, 'killing was too good for it. I am sorry Samuel I did not intend for this to happen to you.'

'Who are you?'

'Someone who can help you.' Decebal smiled benevolently and patted the young man's shoulder, 'all you need to do is relax and let me look after you.'

'What is your name?'

'Decebal I just saved your life Samuel.'

'Thank you.' Sam said his confusion still growing, memories and thoughts mingled together in a jumbled mess. He knew he should be afraid of someone but he could only feel concern coming from Decebal.

'Now let's see about getting you more comfortable.' A strange glint appeared in Decebal's eyes as he transformed into Sam's benefactor instead of his tormentor.

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Dean eased his near-unconscious father against the wall and took in gulping breaths of air as he tried to ease his own aching body. 'I think we're safe for now.' He panted out.

'Dean, leave me ... go find Sammy.'

'No Dad I'm not leaving you behind and I am not leaving Sam behind.' Dean ground out annoyed as his father's passivity, 'come on Dad snap out of it, you are not passive and weak. Hell you're the strongest man I know.'

'Dean! I told you to leave me and go find your brother.'

'And I said no! Whatcha gonna do about that Dad, come on get up and slug me as long as you get up and start moving.'

'Stop this nonsense now Dean!' John snapped angrily, 'now go find your brother.'

'And I said no Dad I am not going without you.' Dean stood his ground, his own injuries forgotten as his anger towards his father mounted.

'This new-look attitude of yours Dean is getting old very quickly.' John snapped as he pushed himself up against the wall until he stood upright. 'I can manage.' He swiped Dean's proffered hand and lurched down the path; Dean smirked and followed closely behind watching his father closely as they walked.

Voices ahead of them made John stop suddenly and signal Dean to move closer against the wall. He put his fingers to his lips and indicated with a quick sign the voices ahead of them.

They watched in shock as guards pushed a gurney down the corridor crossing the one they were in, Sam lay unmoving on it covered by a sheet and Decebal walked next to it his hand resting on Sam's shoulder.

John put a restraining hand on Dean as he felt his eldest son move to attack and gave him a look to say wait. Then he motioned him to follow as he stayed in the shadows but followed the obscene procession; hiding they watched as Decebal unlocked a door and accompanied them as they wheeled Sam into the room.

'What the fuck is that about?' Dean whispered as he tried to keep a tight control on his rising temper.

'Sammy ... he didn't move.' John mused turning a despondent look at Dean, 'what if...'

'He's not dead Dad don't even think that!'

They watched in stunned silence as Decebal left the room taking the guards with him, leaving Sam unattended; with the door unlocked something was not quite right.

As quietly as possible they crept across the short distance to the door and opened it carefully, Dean gazing around to make sure that no one was with his brother, his gaze rested on Sam's still form in the bed.

'Sammy?' Dean whispered as he moved into the room followed closely by his father, 'Sammy hey Dude look at me.'

Sam turned his face to the direction of the familiar voice, frowning he tried to remember whose it was.

'Sam what's wrong?' Dean started to panic as he leant closer to his younger sibling and placed his hands on either side of Sam's face; his frown deepening with Sam flinched and tried to pull away. 'Dude talk to me.'

'Sam?' John moved closer to the bed placing his hand on Sam's shoulder, 'son look at me.'

'Who are you?' Sam rasped, his fear rising from the strange touch 'where is Decebal?'

'Sammy please look at me.' Dean prompted his brother; slowly Sam opened his eyes and stared unseeingly at Dean.

'Who are you?' Sam asked again, 'your voice is so familiar.'

'Sammy what happened to your eyes?'

'I – I can't see,' Sam whispered, 'who are you?'

'Sam it's Dean your brother Dean and your father John we're both here.'

'Dean?' Sam frowned the name was so familiar; in his jumbled mind he could see Dean only as a shadow, 'Dad?'

'I'm here Son.' John said brushing the hair from Sam's face to get a better look at his son's eyes. The milky-white substance covered his pupils completely, 'Sam can you tell me if you see anything?'

'No, only a whitish cloud I guess.' Sam frowned and leaned closer into his father's comforting touch. He stiffened as he heard approaching footsteps, 'Decebal.' He whispered, 'he is trying to help me.'

'No Sam, he's the one who did this to you.' Dean said, 'he's the one we have to get rid of.'

'No, no he helped me, it was the other one that – that did this.' Sam shook his head frustrated, 'the other one tried to – to get into my head.'

'Why was the other one there son? Why did Decebal have that other one there? Think Sammy.'

'He – he wanted to ... ' Sam frowned as he tried to remember the sequence of events leading up to his losing his sight. 'He was going to...'

'To do what Sammy?'

'Sell me.' Sam finished in a hoarse whisper.

'Oh dear what a shame, he remembers already. Well at least I don't have to pretend goodness anymore ... so gross.' Decebal laughed, lounging against the doorframe he watched the three Winchester men carefully enjoying their obvious shock and discomfort.

'What have you done to my son?' John yelled forgetting about his broken arm and the harm caused to his sons, his tone short and sharp and his attention fully focused directly at their tormentor. 'What did you do to him Decebal? He's blind you Bastard!'

'Ah well that was an unfortunate circumstance, the buyer got rather over enthusiastic in his examination of Sam's rather intriguing gifts.'

'That does not explain...'

'I am getting rather tired of this conversation, I did come to chat with Samuel here, but seeing that the two of you are already here it does save me from having to repeat myself.'

'What are you talking about?' Dean interrupted, 'leave Sam alone.'

'Sorry can't quite do that, you see your sibling here holds something that I want, I covet and what I covet I get.'

'No way are you getting any closer to my brother.' Dean snarled, 'gee Decebal you ever thought about cosmetic surgery to fix that burn on your face.'

'Shut up you pest.' Decebal went to push Dean against the wall when John took the chance and flicked the last of their holy water at the demon, this time hitting his chest with the water. Decebal roared in pain and turned his attention to John sending the older man flying across the room and through the window sending shards of glass over the floor.

'Dad!' Dean screamed horrified, then taking advantage of the demon's apparent pain attacked aiming his blows at the burn, viciously pushing a spare salt bullet into the gaping blisters.

Decebal hissed and feel backwards tossing Dean across the room to slam into the bed frame, he fell out of the door and slammed it behind him. Terrified Sam felt around the bed, he couldn't hear anything, feel any presences at all, 'Dean? Dad?' He called frantically sliding off the bed he moved hesitantly holding his hands out in front of him, his toe nudging Dean as he shuffled forward, dropping to his knees he felt around the floor until he made contact with Dean's body, 'Dean? Wake up please wake up.' Sam shook him slightly and felt along the body until he felt Dean's face under his fingertips.

'Sammy?' Dean gripped the prying fingers and slowly sat up not letting go of Sam's hand. 'I'm okay.'

'You sure?' Sam went to feel his brother's face again.

'Dude come on personal space!' Dean patted Sam's hand, 'okay standing up now.' Gripping Sam's arm Dean managed to stand and bring his brother up with him, bracing each other for a moment before he guided Sam back to the edge of the bed.

'Dean what happened to Dad?'

'Fuck!' Dean dropped Sam's hand and raced to the broken window.

'Dean?' Sam yelled panic filling his voice, 'Dean answer me.'

'Decebal threw Dad out the window.' Dean said without checking the venom in his voice, 'fuck there's no sign of him.'

'Dean?' Sam whispered wincing with a sudden sharp pain stabbing him between the eyes, 'Dean?'

'Sammy what is it?' Dean turned to his brother torn between the missing Winchester and the helpless Winchester. He stopped when he saw the familiar patterns emerging; Sam was starting to have a vision. Of all the times for it to happen it had to be now.

TBC