Oh where, Oh where has your big brother gone?

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

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Author's note: sorry about how short this chapter is, but after updating 3 stories today my bad shoulder is just about falling off and going numb. Anyway I kinda like how i have finished this chapter, it is building to a bigger finale than I first thought!

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CHAPTER 20

Sam shook his head and blinked furiously, he could just make out distant shapes in the white void.

'Well I am waiting Dear One, what is it to be?' Decebal demanded confused at Sam's sudden silence.

'I – ah I'm coming.' Sam ground out as the headache came back with a vengeance, 'ah I ah ... my head.' Sam stumbled and fell hard onto his knees, curling in on himself he started rocking, cradling his aching head in his hands.

The leathery wings beat down on him pinning him to the ground, as the sharp fanged beak tried to peck at his eyes, the claws dug into his arms holding his body under the deformed body. John stood above him laughing as he watched him struggle under the creature. 'You were always the weak one in the family Sam.' He taunted, 'why don't you toughen up, instead of crying like a girl.'

'Sam don't you listen to him!' Dean cried out, then screamed as another creature identical to the one attacking Sam gouged a hole in his cheek. 'Sam don't listen to him, don't give in.'

'Dean, I can't hold on.' He wept.

'I – I need you to hold on Sam for me please hold on.' Dean cried out then he started choking on his own blood, the bloodied beak biting into his throat, destroying the tender flesh.

Sam groaned and felt his stomach start to churn the image of Dean's bleeding body with his neck ripped out firmly emblazoned on his mind, 'I'm so sorry Dean.' He wept as he slowly uncurled his body and felt his way back up the wall.

'Ah good to see you back with us, I was afraid that I would have to end the game here and that would be a shame.' Decebal said although he didn't sound as confident as he did before. 'You had a vision?'

'What is it to you Decebal?' Sam asked as he took a halting step forward, 'first you want to kill Dean and frame me, and then you play with us like a cat does with mice I don't understand, if you want to kill us then just do it.'

'I am intrigued Samuel ... what did you see in your vision?'

'None of your fucking business, now I am not gonna offer this again, let them go and I will stay with you.'

Decebal regarded Sam carefully and then he smiled coldly and wrapped his hands around Sam's head pressing into his temples cruelly. 'Show me Samuel.' He said as he invaded Sam's mind.

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Dean lay on a table which seemed to be becoming a constant theme for him lately, sighing deeply he tried to focus on his surroundings. The room looked more like a surgery, with stainless steel walls and bench tops, a large bright light overhead was directed at him but thankfully was not turned on. A trolley next to the table bore interesting looking utensils and several syringes, some empty and some filled with different coloured fluids in varying amounts.

He remembered being gagged and tied lying at the feet of his possessed father and listening to Sam offering himself in return for Dean's and John's release.

'So that worked well Sammy boy.' Dean muttered as he lifted his head up as far as he could, 'what the fuck?'

'Ah nice to see you awake Mr Winchester.' A stranger stood at the foot of the table, dressed in a surgeon's green scrubs. 'I was wondering if you were ever going to wake up.'

'Where am I?'

'Fairfield private hospital, Mr Winchester ... you are a very lucky young man.'

'Who are you?' Dean demanded his voice filled with confusion.

'I am Doctor Hamlyn you were brought in this morning with severe head injuries after your car accident.'

'I don't understand...'

'It seems that you ran your car off the road and into a tree, the police are amazed that you weren't killed.'

'Why am I here? Why a private hospital?'

'We specialise in spinal trauma here, after they stabilised you at General hospital they transferred you here for treatment.'

'Spinal trauma? I – I ... tell me what the fuck is going on Doctor.'

'You sustained damage to your spinal column Mr Winchester, we are hoping to repair the damage enough for you to regain some movement in your arms but I am ... well we are not sure if you will be able to walk again.'

'This is a joke, right a fucking sick joke.' Dean spat out as he tried to sit up, failing that he tried to make his fingers move. Frustrated he dropped his head back and refused to let the tears fall; it's all a trick something Decebal has done to separate him from Sam.

'Where's Sam?'

'I am sorry I don't know of any Sam.'

'My brother Sam he would have been with me in the car.' Dean snarled, 'if I really did have this accident.'

'Honestly Mr Winchester I have no idea about anyone else involved, if you like I can ring the General hospital to see if they admitted him there.'

'Yeah you do that Doctor, you do that.' Dean snapped turning his head away from the other man.

TBC