Oh where, Oh where has your big brother gone?

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

CHAPTER 31

Dean, long since passed out while the doctor worked on his feet, lost himself in his dreams. He could see Sam laughing, healthy, and happy with Jessica at his side and a baby in a stroller. They walked hand in hand in the bright sunshine, a happy loving family. Then Sam turned to face Dean, his sea-green eyes blazing with hate and anger, 'why did you do it Dean? Why did you give up on me? Why didn't you trust me?' He screamed repeatedly and then suddenly turned back to Jessica and the baby, his face filled with love. Dean watched them from a distance, he tried to call out to Sam, to apologise but his mouth was sealed shut, he tried to reach out but his wrists and ankles restrained in heavy chains.

John stood in front of him shaking his head, a look of disappointment on his face, 'I am ashamed of you son. I thought you had more in you than that ... losing the fight so soon you shame me, you shame your brother and you shame yourself.' He spat in Dean's face before striding away to join Sam and his happy little family.

Dean sat bolt upright screaming in frustration, startled the doctor dropped the needle he used to stitch up the last of Dean's injuries. 'Where am I.?' Dean snarled twisting his hand in the doctor's white coat.

'You're back in your bedroom Dean, Decebal still holds you prisoner.' The doctor rasped trying to pry the fingers from his clothes, 'you have been quite ill since they returned you here from the Master's playroom.'

'My feet?' Dean asked as the memories came flooding back. 'Did you?'

'You are very lucky son, I managed to clean and stitch the worst of the puncture wounds, you're not going to lose either foot but you won't be walking anywhere for quite a while.'

'How long?'

'Have you been back? Two days.' The doctor explained as he packed up his medical supplies, 'I had to wait for some of the infections to clear before I could finish stitching some of the cuts, that's what I was doing when you woke up just then.'

'Decebal?'

'Haven't seen him since he left you here.'

'I have to get outta here Doc can you help me?'

'Sorry son as much as I want to, I can't ... I am sorry.'

'He got something over you?'

'My son ... he would be about your age.' The doctor's voice faltered as he cleared his throat and straightened his shoulders, 'I have to go.'

'Wait Doc please, talk to me.'

'I've told you too much as it is.' The Doctor shook his head sadly, 'I'll be back tomorrow to check on you.'

'Your son is he...?'

'He's alive somewhere.' The doctor said and then turning his back on Dean, he walked out and locked the door behind him.

Frustrated Dean lashed out pummelling his fist against the wall until he split the skin on his knuckles.

'Temper, temper.' Decebal chided Dean as he materialised in the room, 'how are you feeling my boy?'

'I am so not your boy.'

'I see your tongue is as sharp as ever, must mean that you're feeling better.'

'No thanks to you,' Dean snarled, 'what do you want Deci?'

'I miss your scintillating company.' The demon said absently looking around the stark room, 'things have been rather ... quiet.'

'Sorry bout that, but gee it's kinda hard to talk with a fever and punctured feet.'

'I am sorry about that Dean; my underlings get a little over enthusiastic occasionally.'

'Yeah right, while you stand there and watch, I don't think so.'

'Dean, Dean, Dean why do you seek to anger me so? You see what happens when you get me so angry.'

'So maybe I should go for gold then ... so you can put me out of my misery.'

'Never Dean, actually I came here to give you something ... by way of a small apology.'

'What? Gonna use tickle torture now?' Dean turned his head away from the demon and stared at the wall, 'whatever your selling I'm not buying.'

'Even if it is to watch you brother on a new screen?' Decebal asked with a sigh and dramatic wave of his hand, 'oh I'm wounded.'

'Give it a rest Deci, what do you mean by a new screen?'

'Just this.' Decebal stepped to the side and revealed a large wide screened monitor on a mobile stand, wheeling it closer he handed Dean a small remote. 'You can fill in your days while you recuperate watching your family in their new life.'

'What's the catch?'

'No catch ... I want you well again sooner than later and I think that this will help. Of course I will need a reassurance from you that once you are well you will return to our original bargain.'

'So no catch huh?' Dean mumbled as he watched the camera focus in on Sam, he sat at a table in a small kitchen with a coffee in hand while he studied the computer screen of his laptop. Dean couldn't help but smile at the glasses Sam wore to read the small stuff, he looked geekier than ever but better than that, he was starting to look healthy again. He became so engrossed in watching Sammy that he didn't even realise that Decebal had left him alone.

Holding his breath against the pain Dean pulled himself up on the bed a little more sitting against the pillows he made himself as comfortable as possible to watch the screen. Chewing is lower lip he stared down at the remote in his hand, in looked the same as the console he used in the other room. A small button with 'mic' under it nestled with the rest of the controls.

Hesitantly he pushed the button a small red light appeared above the built-in microphone on the top of the monitor, 'Sammy?' he whispered, 'Sammy can you hear me?'

Sam lifted his head and stared around the room, a frown creasing his forehead; he shook his head and looked back at his computer again. 'Hearing things again Sam.' He scolded himself.

'Dude you're not imagining it, Sammy I can see you again.'

'Dean? Dean where are you?'

'Ah back in the bedroom I was in originally.' He bit down on the pain and hoped that it didn't sound in his voice.

'Where did you go?' Sam asked frowning again, 'Dean what's wrong?'

'Nuthin.' Dean started when he saw that look on Sam's face, 'I ah got to play in Decebal's playroom for a while. His friends don't play so nice.'

'Dean are you?'

'I'm a little punctured but fine ... I don't have much time Sammy, listen to me he has a doctor working for him, he took the doc's son as hostage just like me.'

'Dean I ...'

'You have to find him Sammy, find him, and find me.'

'Have you any idea where you are? Or who he is?'

'The Doc's name is Gregor I think. Umm we're in a big old house I know that much there must be at least three floors maybe more I'm not sure.'

'It's a start.' Sam said noting down everything Dean told him, 'Dean I ...'

'Dude the glasses ... gonna start calling you the professor.'

'Yuck it up Dean, when we get you outta there then ...'

'Yeah, yeah whatever super geek, what about Dad?'

'He's on a hunt ... hey he and Gloria my old nurse have hit it off. I think that he's actually happy.'

'Wow, Sam I ... I have to go I can hear someone coming.' Dean hit the button on the remote and turned the microphone off. Sadly, he watched Sam return to the computer, furiously typing something out.

A stranger came in carrying a tray of food, around Dean's age, he had long scraggy hair scraped back in a lose ponytail, his brown eyes dull and slightly glazed kept shifting from one side to the other constantly checking his surroundings. A small man he would barely reach five feet eight, and his slight frame gave him an emaciated appearance. He reminded Dean of a mouse, a timid mouse.

'Hi the name's Dean.'

The young man turned his gaze to Dean as though he was only seeing him for the first time, 'Tim,' he croaked licking his dry lips with the tip of his tongue he put the tray on the bed and turned to leave.

'Tim, are you the Doc's son?' Dean called out not wanting to lose contact with another true human.

'Yeah why?'

'Your Dad's been looking after me.'

'Liar!' Tim screamed launching himself towards Dean, he straddled Dean's hips as he started to lay into him with awkward and often mistimed punches, 'liar my Dad's dead, don't you say that.' He kept yelling timing it with each punch.

'Tim.' Dean yelled his name as he tried to defend himself, 'Tim I'm not lying he's alive ... he's the one who sewed me up.'

'No I don't believe you ... the Master said he died in a car accident.'

'Decebal lies, he wouldn't know the truth if it bit him on the arse. Fuck Tim quite hitting me.'

The young man stopped his onslaught but didn't move, he stared down at Dean, tears streaming down his face, 'why should I believe you?'

'Coz Decebal's been doing the same things to me, he's holding my family over my head if I don't do what he wants, and then he'll hurt my brother.' Dean nodded to the screen, 'see that guy, that's my kid brother Sam, he has to wear glasses now coz Decebal tried to blind him, he nearly killed him too because of me, hell he even had him arrested for murdering me. Decebal gets his kicks from screwing with our minds.'

'Dad's alive?' Tim climbed off Dean and sat down on the edge of the bed staring at the screen, 'that's your brother?'

'Yeah Sammy.' Dean managed a grin even though his lips burst open again, 'though he hates being called that, he prefers Sam now, but to me he'll always be Sammy.'

'What did you do to piss Decebal off Dean?'

'Answered back.'

'That I can believe.' Tim gave a derisive laugh, 'I tried once to answer him back and he tried to crucify me ... literally.'

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Sam drummed his fingers impatiently on the table as he waited for his search on a Doctor Gregor practicing in the local area. Finally, the search produced the name of one Kenneth Gregor MD; he had a private practice running it from his home. Only twenty minutes away from where Sam lived. Looking up Sam tried to see the telltale signs of a camera mounted in the ceiling or the ceiling fittings. Figuring that Dean was looking at him front on he concentrated scanning the immediate area. The glint of the lens glass caught his eye making Sam smile. Lifting the laptop up he prayed that Dean could see the screen and that he was alone.

Dean, found the doctor's address and going to check it out.

Be careful and stay safe until we find you.

Sam.

TBC