Oh where, Oh where has your big brother gone?

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

CHAPTER 32

Sam crept around the outside of the doctor's house, peering in each window as he passed them. Most of the rooms looked fairly innocent, heavy leather lounge suite and mahogany furniture in one, a large oak desk, and walls of books in another and in the last window a bright kitchen.

Sam frowned and looked back into the kitchen, it all looked too perfect, too innocent, glancing around to make sure no one could see him, and he picked the back door lock and let himself inside.

The smell of dust and disuse hit him as soon as he stepped into the room; thick dust covered everything in sight. The stench of rotting food permeated the air making Sam gag; it was so obvious that no one had been here for a long time.

Holding his breath he escaped into the lounge, it was the same in this room, what appeared to be clean and used furniture was in fact tatty and old and covered in that thick cloying dust.

Curiously, Sam ran up the stairs to the next floor, taking them two at a time he started to investigate the upstairs. The landing had nothing in it whatsoever, just a blank, empty space. The first door Sam opened was a bathroom and he quickly shut it again, not wanting to find out why that smelt so bad. The next door opened onto a bedroom, eyes wide with curiosity Sam stepped in and gazed around.

A single bed stood against a wall, a small window above it, the walls covered in posters of devils, ghoulish faces and scantily dressed warrior women. On a desk next to the bed stood a computer, books stacked untidily next to it and other small artefacts that you would only expect to see in a Winchester's car.

A small altar sat in the corner, a photo of a young man surrounded by black candles and a small cauldron sat in the centre, entrails of small animals spattered across the utensils.

A bookcase filled with books on the occult, Satanism, demonology, witchcraft and voodoo filled it. 'This kid must have been into some serious shit.' Sam thought as he picked up framed photos and studied them, the last one sent chills down his spine as he stared at a young man lying dead in a white satin lined coffin.

An overwhelming feeling of dread came over Sam and all he knew was that he had to get out of the house, and get out of it now.

'Going somewhere?'

Sam span around gun drawn and aimed at the intruder. 'Show yourself.' He said in a low voice, suddenly thankful for the glasses enabling him to have a clear view at his target.

'You are trespassing.' The shadowy figure continued, 'what are you doing here?'

'Who are you?'

'Do you always answer a question with another question?'

'I will only ask once more, show yourself and tell me who you are.'

'My name is not important, let's just say that we are on the same path you and I.'

'Bullshit, talk to me now or I put a bullet in you.'

The figure moved and Sam kept his gun aimed squarely at it. 'You are one of the Winchester boys aren't you.'

'What makes you say that?'

'You look like your father.' The figure laughed as he materialised in front of Sam.

'What are you doing here?' Sam demanded as he clicked the safety off his gun and tightened his trigger finger.

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Dean edged himself to the end of the bed and carefully lowered his legs over the side. Holding his breath he stood up testing the damage done to his feet, the pain felt like red hot spikes from his feet through his legs and exploding into the rest of his body. 'I can do this.' Dean repeated as he pushed a foot out to try to take a step, the only result was his collapsing to the floor, and the bandages around his feet had growing red stains of blood on them.

'Dean what are you trying to do?' Doctor Gregor cried out as he came hurrying into the room, he came to a halt next to the fallen young man and went to help him.

'Leave me alone.' Dean snapped slapping the doctor's hands away, concentrating on his breathing and trying to ignore the pain for the moment Dean managed to lever himself back onto the bed. 'Not bad for a first attempt.' He panted trying to grin, his face tinged with green, and white.

'Pleas son lie down, Decebal sent me to prepare you.'

'Prepare me for what?' Dean eyes suspiciously, 'hey Doc why didn't you tell me about your son Tim?'

'My son? Why? What do you know of Tim?' The doctor's voice rose and he lost all of the colour in his face, his medical bag falling to the floor from his lifeless fingers.

'I ah saw him yesterday he brought food in.'

'No, no you make a mistake my son is dead, he's been dead for nearly ten years.' The Doctor protested, 'whoever you saw yesterday was not my Timothy.'

'He told me he was.' Dean frowned this was starting to get weirder every minute. 'Young looks a lot like you bout the same age as Sammy.'

'No, no you're mistaken.' The doctor roared and left the room without giving Dean an examination or top-up pain killers.

'Doc wait come back!' Dean called shocked, looking up he saw the door swinging open, chewing his lower lip Dean pushed himself off the bed and hobbled painfully out of the room, leaving a trail of bloody footprints in his wake.

His breath coming in ragged gasps and his body covered in a sheen of sweat Dean kept moving down the hallway towards a door ahead of him and hopefully freedom.

'Dean what do you think you're doing?' Tim asked appearing in front of Dean, his eyes flat disks of black. 'Honestly you are worse than a wriggling kitten.'

'Thanks for the compliment, now go and find your father.'

'Dean, Dean, Dean I know everything about you ... why do you think you made such a confession about you and Sam to me yesterday?'

'No, I confided in you coz I thought that you were on my side, a prisoner here as well ... gee I must be brain-addle coz I thought that you wanted to help me.'

'No, just to win you over, to gain your trust.' Time grinned as he stepped a little closer to Dean, 'tell me Dean did you really think I bought all of that emotional dribble?'

'What are you?'

'He is what I resurrected in service to my Master.' Doctor Gregor said standing behind Dean a loaded syringe in his hand, 'I am sorry Dean I didn't want to be like this.'

The Doctor grabbed Dean and wrapped his arm around the wounded young man's forehead pinning him against his chest. He lifted the needle with his free hand and held in front of Dean's eyes before plunging it into the soft flesh of his throat.

'I am sorry Dean.' Dean opened his mouth to retort but nothing came out, he felt himself sliding to the floor, his body numb and unresponsive. He lay on the floor at the doctor's feet, completely aware of what was happening around him and what they were saying but he couldn't move, couldn't speak hell he couldn't even blink.

Decebal appeared in a blaze of fire and stared down at the prone form of his 'pet' and the doctor standing over him; his newest recruit Tim on the other side grinning maniacally down at Dean. 'What is going on here?' Decebal hissed his anger radiating from him, 'I wanted him healed not hurt further.'

'He tried to escape Master.' Tim snivelled.

'What an arsehole, spineless wimp.' The thought played in Dean's mind, a harsh laugh sounded soon after it, 'maybe I am going insane.'

'No my boy you're not the one going insane.' Decebal said looking down at Dean, reading his thoughts, 'and yes I agree with what you think about Tim.' Decebal stared at the father and son for a moment before a cold smile played across his face, 'perhaps it has come to the point in time where they both need to spend time in my playroom.'

'Master please ... I – I'll do anything you want.' Tim begged but to the horror of both himself and his father, they disappeared with a wave of Decebal's hand. But now, now Dean was completely alone and helpless with Decebal.

In human form, Decebal easily picked the young man up and carried him through the house to a comfortable bedroom on a lower floor. With a gentleness that belied his true being he laid Dean down on the king sized bed, fluffing the pillows beneath him and then covered the pathetically thin and abused frame with a soft down-doona, 'you need some real care, I am so sorry I have neglected you recently, I have had ... urgent affairs to deal with.'

Dean stared up at his captor and tormentor waiting for the next blow to come or the next mind-game to start. His hazel eyes fixed firmly on the demon, he watched as he moved around the room, opening the windows and drawing back the drapes. A small whimper came from the bed, making Decebal turn around; Dean squinted and strained to turn his head away from the bright light. 'Oh Dean how remiss of me.' Decebal cried out and hurriedly pulled the curtains closed again, effectively blocking the bright sunlight.

Dean could feel the panic start to rise, this wasn't right, Decebal isn't human, and he doesn't act like one so concerned. He's a demon and a monster who tortures for pleasure. If only he could move, fuck the doctor for giving him that paralysing drug.

Decebal returned to the bed and perched himself on the side of it, crossing his legs he reclined back a little rest on one arm while staring hungrily at Dean. 'Do you know I haven't had such a delicious young man in my bed for a long time?' He said trailing a finger down Dean's blanketed leg. 'This is a treat though, I can say what I want, and you can't give me any lip.' He laughed as he watched Dean's eyes widen even more as the meaning of Decebal's words hit him. 'And Dean my boy, you are so delicious, I could just ... no I need you nice and healthy and put some weight back on your magnificent body.' Lustfully the demon licked his lips and tugged down the doona until he exposed Dean's immobile body.

'Oh yes, I know why I chose you over your brother, he is nice no more than nice to look at but he is too tall, too sinewy and skinny. No I like the muscular build myself, the ruggedness of someone who has done a lot of fighting and work in his short life, who bares his scars with pride and has power in his muscles.' As he spoke, Decebal stroked Dean's abdomen, ignoring the blazing look of hatred and anger in those hazel eyes. 'I want to taste you Dean, I want to mark you, to make you mine, to bind you to me body and soul.'

'Go fuck yourself.' Dean shot the thought at Decebal relishing the look of surprise forming on the demon's face, 'nice taking advantage of someone who can't move.'

'Oh you are a fast learner aren't you?' Decebal whispered leaning closer to Dean, he ran his hot, wet tongue down his chest and circled his naval, his smile deepening when he rolled his flaming eyes up and stared into Dean's. 'I can teach you so much about pleasure and ... pain.'

TBC