Oh where, Oh where has your big brother gone?
Disclaimer: as per the first chapter, nothing changes much anyway!
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CHAPTER 21
Dean lay quietly on the table as he tried to calm his thoughts, the last memory he could recall was of Sam, blind and vulnerable as Decebal raped his mind.
'Gods Sammy I am so sorry.' He cried out as he struggled once more to move his fingers. A tingling sensation made him stop and focus completely on his left hand, he started moving his little finger, gradually one by one his fingers started to flex and move. The tingling fast turned into the worst case of pins and needles he had ever experienced.
He turned his head to watch the door making sure that there was no sign of the strange doctor before he returned his attention to his hand. 'Hang on Sammy, I'm coming became his mantra as he worked on his right hand.
'I am sorry Mr Winchester but I have bad news for you.' Doctor Hamlyn said as he came into the room. Dean lay quietly on the table his head turned away from the doctor.
'What? What is it?'
'It seems that your brother was in the car with you.' The Doctor said as he walked around until he was in Dean's line of sight, 'there is no easy way to say this but I am sorry your brother was DOA his body was taken to the morgue for an autopsy.'
'Sam is not dead.' Dean growled, 'he is not dead do you hear me?'
'Please Mr Winchester you need to stay calm.'
'You hear me Decebal? I don't believe Sam is dead and I don't believe in any of this.' Dean lifted his head and yelled at the ceiling, 'I don't believe in any of this, it's all illusion.'
'I am sorry Mr Winchester but if you don't calm down I am going to have to sedate you.'
'Get your fucking hands off me.' Dean snarled as the other man started to swab his upper arm and then changing his mind, wiped the sterilising fluid on Dean's neck. 'What the fuck are you doing?'
'This won't hurt as much if you don't struggle.' The doctor said as he picked up a syringe, flicked his finger against it a couple of times and made sure that there were no air bubbles before he plunged it into Dean's neck.
'You bastard.' Dean shouted as the paralysing serum started to take effect.
'Please you need to calm down Mr Winchester.' The doctor said holding Dean's head still as his still body started to convulse, 'it will all be over in a few minutes.'
'W-w-w-what d-d-d-did y-you g-g-g-give m-m-m-me?'
'Nothing more than a relaxant, you won't be able to move or speak but you will be aware of everything around you.' Hamlyn whispered in Dean's ear as he stroked the younger man's face, 'you really are a special looking young man aren't you.'
'G-g-g-get o-o-o-off ...' Dean tried to force the words out but his throat closed up and nothing but pants of breath left his lips.
'You must relax ... you are too tense Mr Winchester, the more you fight it the more discomfort you will experience.'
Dean's green eyes darkened with anger as he watched helplessly as the man cut his T-shirt off him and then rubbed gel on his chest, 'you know you really are a fine specimen of masculinity ... such strong and well defined muscles.' Hamlyn rambled on as he placed small electrode pads on the spots of gel and connected them to a machine next to the table. Then he moved to the top of the bed and started to place the gel and patches on Dean's temples, letting his fingers slide over Dean's face. 'Yes a delectable young man, chiselled features just a few endearing scars, you know you would be worth a lot of money on the open market.' The doctor remarked enjoying the look of rage in Dean's eyes, 'what? Nothing to say on the matter?' He moved to Dean's left and picked up a catheter and cannula, 'hmm now where to put these.' Roughly he pressed the hollow needle into Dean's forearm, and then taped it in place before connecting the tubing to an IV bag hanging from a metal stand. 'Just something to keep you nice and pliant nothing more.' He said noticing the change in Dean's eyes from rage to panic. He injected the serum into the portal and watched satisfied as it dripped down the tubing and into Dean's bloodstream.
Picking up a long thin bladed knife he slid it up each leg of Dean's jeans and sliced them open, running his hands appreciatively over them, he paused as his fingers brushed the hemline of Dean's boxers, looked up at Dean and grinned suggestively his hand hovering for a second but then he stood up; laughing he picked up some more of the electrodes and placed them on his inner thighs then finally he placed the last two on Dean's throat.
Standing back he admired his handiwork for a moment and then started to flick some switches, Dean's body twitched as the current flowed through his muscles. 'Relax my Boy it will be much less painful.' Decebal said as he strode into the room and stopped next to the table where Dean could stare up at him. 'I must admit you have a very strong will ... after all I have subjected you too you still refuse to believe the worst, yes you have become a very interesting subject to study.' Decebal mused as he pulled up a stool and sat down on it, 'oh I see that you have noticed I no longer inhabit your father's body, don't worry your father is alive for now, after all it is too much fun using him to torture his sons with, I would hate to have to dispose of him too quickly.
Well while you are undergoing your treatment I may as well tell you of a story that you may find interesting.'
Keep talking freakazoid as soon as I can I am gonna so kick your ass from here to hell and back again just so I can do it to you over and over.
'Hmm where shall I start, oh yes the day I saw you ... you were what a child of four? Grieving for his Mummy, but even then protecting the baby of the family. Such a sweet infant Samuel was, wasn't he. And then I watched you grow, still defending Sam even when he did nothing but defy your father. You just wanted some of the attention Sam received didn't you, but you were mister reliable in your father's eyes, he didn't have to worry as much about you, he had you just where he wanted you. But Samuel, Samuel was another matter altogether, headstrong and independent unafraid of standing up to John.'
Oh keep it up, Fucker just keep it up, I am gonna strip your skin from you an inch at a time and then rub salt all over ya worthless fugly corpse.
'Then Samuel left, he not only ran away from his father he ran from you. He left you to pick the pieces up but daddy wasn't interested was he? You weren't Sammy, the baby and the one who reminded him so much of Mary, you dear departed mother. Sam took a piece of you away with him didn't he. A piece you could never replace, then daddy left you too, all of a sudden the unwanted brother and son was alone, alone to fight the good fight. Oh I almost took you then, but I decided to wait and see how you played out that act. I must admit you did disappoint me Dean, you went running back to Sammy begging him to come and fight with you to find daddy and to be a family again.
But, Sammy had his own life didn't he? He didn't need you or want you to be part of it, hell he never even let you know he was planning on getting married to Jessica, and yet you forgave him and took him back.
Always baby Sammy's protector aren't you, but who are you really protecting Dean? Him or yourself? You can't stand the thought of being alone can you?'
You have no idea how wrong you are. Just stop talking I can't stand hearing you drone on anymore, my eardrums are gonna burst listening to that screech. Sammy and I are fine and no one screws with us.
'Then oh dear little Jess proved she was not fire-proof and bang Sam is wanting to hunt and kill in revenge. Oh how the tables turned, you want to slow down it's not worth losing your family over and all Sam can do is be selfish and think of nothing but revenge. You see Dean, my son, once I saw how crippled Sam made you, stopping the true warrior nature from surfacing because you had to be the protector I couldn't stand it anymore.'
Come closer I can show you protection. Sam needs me, but I need him too you are not going to screw with my mind freakazoid, no fucking way.
'So it got me to thinking, just how much I can play with you until I had you completely no longer needing to cling to a non-existent family. It was so easy to begin with, taking you, making the trap for Sam to fall into, if it wasn't for that bungling sheriff Sammy will be on death row for your murder, your father would be driven to suicide and you ... you would be my ultimate prize.'
What the fuck are you ranting about now? Oh shit, don't tell me he fancies me? Oh so gross it's sickening. How bout I chop it off and feed it to you instead?
'Ah I thought that would get your undivided attention, you thought that I wanted Sam not you didn't you. Wonderful psychic Sammy, whose visions cripple both him and you, you because you're the one who has to watch him take the limelight again. Poor little Sammy, can't look after himself now he is coming into some powerful shit. Oh didn't you know about the extent of your brother's abilities? Hmm let me think should I give you a glimpse of what it will be like soon? When Sammy can move things at will with just a thought, or what about when he will be able to manipulate situations to his advantage because he will know what other people think? Oh I know his visions are a handful now but soon, soon it will be all in glorious technicolour movie length for him to salivate over ... or rather get hysterical over. Honestly how did one so obviously masculine and manly get such a girl for a brother who can turn the tears on like a tap. Anyway I digress, I haven't told you the best part of Sam's powers when they come into fruition have I?'
Keep it up frankenfreakenstein coz it is putting me to sleep, but ... but what if he is right? Where did that come from? No he is not right, he is a fucking jerk off who likes to listen to his own voice. But there is a chance that he is right I mean come on Dean think about it, no one knows exactly what powers Sam has, think about it Dude.
'Ah yes, I see that interested you, you do want to know what baby brother will be capable of ... does the term natural born killer mean anything to you? Yes, that's right Sam will be able to take a life just by thinking about it. Of course with the right training he will be the perfect asset but he is not you Dean. You are the epitome of a warrior, you need the chance to show just what you can do out of your brother's shadow and your father's blind spot. Think about it Dean, I could give you anything you desire including control of your brother's power.'
Yeah right and I am the Easter bunny, Dude you are delusional. But he could be right about Sam, how many times has he left you alone, think about it Dean a life free from picking him up and fixing him all of the time. Someone to look up to you for a change. Ah excuse me get out of my thoughts, you're not wanted here. Why coz you know what I am saying is true? Decebal has a point and you need to think about it closely. Fuck off now.
'So Dean I have given you a lot to think about while I go and take care of a small problem, I do apologise for the rather austere accommodation but it did suit my purposes to begin with. Once the doctor is finished with you, I will have you moved to a more comfortable room. Unfortunately for now you are going to have to remain hmm how could I put this? Locked in a frozen body, I just can't have you escaping and getting to your brother before the process is finished.'
Process? What process? What are you doing to Sammy?
'Ah I see your eyes flare with that small piece of knowledge, oh why not, I am in such a fine mood, you see Samuel thinks that I have agreed to let you and your father go and kept him just as he offered. Even down to the phone call where you reassure him that you are free and recovering from your injuries, that your father is also fine and that they both understand why he did it. It was so touching I must admit.' Decebal wiped an imaginary tear from his eye as he laughed enjoying the moment, 'he is such a trusting fool your brother, at the moment he thinks that I am going to find a way to restore his sight, oh I will eventually but for now, having him unable to see is the best twist I could have ever had without planning.'
You fucking bastard, you are so dead no not just dead you are so gonna die slowly and painfully, just come closer and I'll send you to meet your maker!
'Hamlyn his fingers moved, make sure that he is receiving the right dosage I cannot have any mistakes do you hear me.' Decebal snarled wrapping his clawed hand around the doctor's throat.
'Yes, I promise Master he will not be able to move until the antidote is administered when you command.' The doctor squeaked out.
'Good, good have some fun Doctor but I do not want him to suffer any further damage is that understood?'
'Yessir.' Hamlyn nodded rubbing his throat, 'no damage.'
'Excellent.' Decebal stared lustfully at Dean for another moment before he strode out laughing happily.
The doctor turned an angry stare to the hapless young man lying trapped in a frozen body, 'you had to move your fingers didn't you.' He snarled stalking over to the table he gripped Dean's chin and bent down to hover just above his upturned face, 'because of you I am in trouble ... I don't like being in trouble boy. Now the Master said that I cannot do anymore damage to you but I can still have fun.'
TBC