Oh where, Oh where has your big brother gone?

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

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CHAPTER 23

Dean woke with a start and looked around at his surroundings, he was still lying on the medical table but this time he was not connected to any machines or tied down. Tentatively he tried to move his fingers and then his arms. The effort made him sweat profusely but it felt good, he could move, concentrating hard he swallowed and tried to move his legs, his left one moved fine but he had trouble with his right one.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck.' Dean muttered under his breath as he lifted his legs over the edge and manoeuvred himself to sitting up. Swallowing again he held his breath as he carefully lowered himself down until he stood shakily by the bed, his right leg nearly buckling under his weight made him grab the edge of the table and wait until the trembling stopped.

Pushing himself away he lurched towards the door crashing into the doctor as he tried to force his way out.

Moving with the forward momentum the doctor pressed a full syringe into Dean's arm, and let himself fall as his patient collapsed.

Untangling himself from Dean the doctor stood up and brushed himself off before he contacted Decebal, the boy could move obviously there was something about him that prevented the serum taking full effect, an interesting turn of events.

'Ah fuck.' Dean groaned as he lifted his head and tried to focus on the faces swimming blurringly in front of him, 'whoa stop the room I wanna get off.'

'Dean, Dean, Dean you are determined to push me to my limits aren't you.' Decebal shook his head in mock dismay. 'Just when I thought that we were getting to know each other so well.'

'Yeah well, hate to make you bored or anything.' Dean shook his head and immediately regretted it, 'any chance of a drink?'

'After your little escapade you want a drink?'

'Yeah well, I was bored and thought hell why not ... the drink is coz I am fucking thirsty.'

'Temper, temper, actually doctor a drink isn't such a bad idea.' Decebal nodded at the other man.

Dean lifted his head and stared around with a little more clarity, he was no longer in the surgical room, now he was back in the cell area and was hanging from the wall.

'So Decebal while I am just hanging around, what's going on with you?'

'Ever the cocky one aren't you.' Decebal laughed, 'do you not care about your brother and your father? Their welfare?'

'Oh I am sure that you are going to tell me no matter what I say or do.' Dean said trying not to let his worry sound in his voice, 'just thought I would make small talk while I waited.'

The doctor returned just then and gripping Dean's hair pulled his head back before he poured a sour-tasting fluid into his mouth. Then, before Dean could respond he pushed up on Dean's chin forcing his mouth closed, making it impossible for him to do anything but swallow the foul liquid.

'What the fuck?' Dean spluttered as he fought to free himself from the doctor's grip, 'what was that?'

'Why Dean whatever is the matter? You wanted a drink.'

'Tell me what ... what it ... was.' Dean's words started to become slurred and he had difficulty in concentrating, he shook his head and tried to focus on Decebal's face but everything was fast becoming blurred and misshapen.

'Just something to calm you down my Darling boy.' Decebal ran his fingers down Dean's cheek stroking his skin tenderly, 'so soft.' He whispered, 'now don't go anywhere my Pet, I have some unfinished business to see to and then you will have my undivided attention.'

'Can't ... wait.' Dean managed to get out, 'whatever you ... said ... I ah' Dean's head slumped forward resting on his chest, he moaned and felt as though his muscles were turning into mush.

Decebal stood silently regarding Dean for a moment, and then sighed before leaving to go and tend to his other – guests.

'What to do with them.' He mused as he glided down the hallways, 'as long as they are around then Dean will fight me, that is not want I want, but then again if we get rid of them permanently then he would lose all leverage in breaking Dean.' He stopped at the door and watched his prisoners with interest.

Sam lay curled on his side, his white eyes staring unseeingly and unblinking, every so often his muscles twitched uncontrollably. John sat next to him, his broken arm resting haphazardly on his knee, his head slumped forward, he sat unmoving still unconscious the only sign of life from him was the occasional moan escaping from his throat.

Decebal waved the door open and went to squat next to Sam, he passed his hand over the young man's face, satisfied that he was still blind he picked him up and carried him effortlessly out of the room. His first thought was to separate all three of the Winchesters but then he had a sudden burst of inspiration.

Whistling with happiness he deposited his large bundle on the floor just opposite Dean who was still hanging from the cuffs, groggy and unaware of what was happening in front of him.

Decebal arranged Sam on the floor into the same position he found him in, and then stepped out of the room again, when he stopped and went back to the door interested in what was about to happen.

'Dad?' Sam whimpered reaching out with a shaking hand, 'Dad?' When he received no answer Sam pulled himself up onto all fours and tried to crawl over to where he thought John lay. 'Dad where are you?' He reached out his hand shaking he started to weep silently.

'Who's there?' Dean mumbled unable to hold his head up for too long, his head felt heavy and filled with fog.

'Dean?' Sam croaked, 'Dean is that you?'

'Sammy? Get outta here Sam 'fore his comes back.' Dean tried to move and gave up after a few seconds, 'I can't ... I'm tied to...'

'Dean where are you?' Sam asked frantically feeling around, 'please, please no more traps.'

'Sam focus, it's not a trap I am here.'

'No, no he's in my mind, it's another trap, another way of hurting me.' Sam cried out as he curled back into a foetal position, he pushed up against the wall and started to weep again, 'I can't do this anymore.'

'Sam please you have to listen to my voice.' Dean rasped out, he could feel the poison sloughing through his body, 'come on Sammy please listen to me.'

'No, no it's another trick. He wants to drive me insane.' Sam groaned rocking himself he tried to curl his long body even tighter into himself.

'No Sam focus, listen to my voice it's me Dean I – I need your help.'

'Dean?' Sam stopped rocking and lifted his head slightly, 'Dean where are you?'

'Hanging on the wall just to your left.'

'No I – I don't believe ... Dean?'

'Yeah that's right Sammy, just listen to me and don't take any notice of anything else.' Dean spoke slowly, he could feel his strength waning.

'Dean?' Sam uncurled himself and slowly pushed himself up the wall, 'where are you?'

'Okay Sammy that's good, move to steps to your left.' Dean watched Sam cautiously move, he tried to keep his head up but his neck was not co-operating with him.

'Okay now come straight ahead, that's it two more steps.' Dean directed him.

Sam put out a hand to steady himself and then waited for another direction from his brother but all of a sudden there was only silence. 'Dean?' He cried out again, he could hear his heart hammering against his chest as panic set in. 'Dean?'

TBC