Oh where, Oh where has your big brother gone?

Disclaimer: as per the first chapter, nothing changes much anyway!

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CHAPTER 19

'Dad!' Dean called out as he saw the man slumped lifelessly against the wall, without warning he pulled away from Sam to hurry to their father's side.

'Dean?' Sam called out, 'Dean?' He repeated a little more frantically as he reached out with his hands in front of him, suddenly feeling very alone.

'Fuck, sorry Sammy.' Dean skidded to a halt, glanced down at his father and then at his brother stumbling blindly towards him. 'I'm here Sammy.' He said quietly taking his brother's hand.

'What happened?'

'Dad, he's over on the floor against the wall,' Dean started explaining as he guided Sam once again.

'Dean what is it?' Sam asked feeling the tension in Dean's arm.

'He's not moving Sammy.'

'Shit, go to him ... I'll be fine just put my hand on the wall.'

'You sure Dude?'

'Dean don't argue please.'

Dean led Sam to the wall and gently placed his hand on it, 'okay just keep moving forward I'll let you know when you're close.'

'Just keep talking Dean.' Sam said trying to hide his fear.

Dean took a last look at Sam and happy enough that he was making a slow but steady progress in the right direction and then ran to their father's side. 'Dad, Dad you okay?'

'Dean?' John mumbled shaking his head, 'what happened?'

'You fell out of a window.' Dean said quickly checking his father for any further injuries, 'can you get up?'

'Yeah I ah think so.' John blinked up at Dean and then frowned, 'where's Sam?'

'Here Dad.' Sam called out he was half way down the wall towards them.

'What's wrong with him?' John hissed.

'He's still blind ... hang on Dad you knew he was blind.' Dean stood up and backed away from the older man.

'Dean what are you on about now?' John asked as he stood up and stretched his back and shoulders snapping them straight.

'You knew Sammy lost his sight.' Dean said suspiciously.

'We are not going to go through another is he or isn't he argument Dean, get your brother and let's get out of here.' John snapped, 'that is an order.'

'What ... your arm Dad, it was broken.' Dean started but was silenced by a blinding backhander from John, his lower lip splitting on impact.

'Dean?' Sam called as he stopped making his way towards his brother and listened intently to the sudden silence.

Shocked Dean put his hand to his mouth and started to back away from John, 'you're not our father.' He spat out.

'Ah you are smarter than you look.' John giggled as he watched the look on Dean's face change from concern to fear to anger, 'my, my you are an animated little man aren't you.'

'Where's Dad?' Dean asked.

'Oh he's around somewhere in here.'

'Dean what's happening?' Sam cried out fear gripping his heart as it thumped against his chest. Suddenly he dropped to his knees gasping and squeezing the bridge of his nose, 'Dean?' he whispered as his body started to shake with the surging pain.

He watched the room move around him dizzily waiting for it to stop and the dizziness to pass. A window flashed into sight, through it he saw Dean lying on the ground, his eyes open and unseeing a large gash across his throat and the spilled blood pooling under him proof of how he had died. The window moved and another one came into view, through this one he saw John hanging from a large hook embedded in his back, his head slumped forward against his chest and a bucket underneath him caught his spilled blood.

The window shifted again and he saw a young John nursing a baby boy and a little boy of six practicing with a gun next to him. 'bang, bang, you're dead.' The little boy looked up and smiled at him. Then the vision changed again and he was staring at his reflection in a mirror, only his reflection had empty eye sockets and tears of blood running down his cheeks. Turning around he saw Dean and his father standing behind him, 'bang bang you're dead.' They said in unison.

The vision shifted again and he saw two little boys playing in a sandpit, the mum sitting in the shade watching them play. A dark shadow flew over them an ear piercing scream sounded as it attacked them, like an eagle catching its prey.

Sam shuddered and gasped as his breathing became erratic, 'Dean, Dean where are you?' he rasped between breathes.

'Your brother is a little tied up Samuel.' John said trying not to laugh.

Sam listened intently and then paled realising whose voice it was. 'Decebal? What have you done to them?'

'Oh my Darling boy, you really are blind aren't you.' The demon mocked Sam with his father's voice. 'Shame really, shall I describe the scene to you?'

'What have you done?' Sam yelled pushing himself up against the wall holding his hand out to balance himself.

'Well first you see John was becoming a pest and I needed a new vessel, must admit for a man his age he keeps himself very fit and healthy. Anyway I digress he most unwillingly accommodated me in his body and then well, I just couldn't help myself my Dear your brother is just so precious.'

'What have you done to him?'

'This does put a new spin on oh where, oh where has your big brother gone? Doesn't it.'

'I don't understand.'

'Well our game has changed dramatically hasn't it.' John laughed, 'you are back in the maze Dear One, your brother is rather indisposed at the moment but hidden away from your view ... ha now that is funny, you view oh I kill myself.'

'I know I want to kill you, why don't you let me do it for you.' Sam snapped.

'Oh the puppy has fangs has it?' John mocked, 'find your brother Dear One if you can - I will agree to leave your father's body and to let you and your ahhh well the remains of your brother go.'

'I've heard that promise before, no Decebal this time I am going to set the rules.' Sam said as he straightened and turned his sightless eyes directly at the possessed man. 'You are going to release my brother and my father now.'

'And then what?'

'I will stay with you.' Sam said quietly, 'I am useless to them now, I will stay with you willingly if you let them go.'

'You won't try to escape?'

'Look at me Decebal – I am blind, how far would I get?'

'That is true.'

'So what will it be?'

'Oh but my game would be so much fun for me.'

'We have played your game before and it didn't work, you tried selling me and that didn't work, I am offering myself to you; no tricks, no conditions except that you let them go.'

'Ah but what if I agree but keep them anyway ... how would you know otherwise?'

'Because as soon as they are free, allow me one last phone call to say goodbye to them, then I will know if you are as honourable as you claim.'

'You offer an intriguing deal Dear One.'

A muffled cry of dismay filtered upwards but was quickly silenced by a sharp kick.

Dean lay gagged by his own shirt at John's feet, he had just regained consciousness when Sam made his offer. He blinked the blood from his eyes and tried desperately to loosen his hands, he had to stop Sam from doing something stupid again.

TBC