Oh where, Oh where has your big brother gone?

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

CHAPTER 33

'Oh Sam, such a way to greet a person, I'm crushed.'

'You're no person.' Sam snarled backing up he kept his gun aimed directly at the intruder. 'What do you want?'

'Answers, you see there is someone who wants to rival me in the Demon world and gee now I just can't have that.'

'Why all the pretence just then?'

'See how quick you are ... by the way where is daddy dearest and your big brother, oh where has he gone?'

'As if you didn't know.' Sam spat out, 'Dad is somewhere you will never find him and Decebal has Dean.'

'Ah yes the bane of my demonic existence, Decebal thinks that he is stronger, better than me.' The possessed man moved closer to Sam, a cold and calculating smile on the frozen face, flaming eyes piercing against the blackness of the sockets.

'Why are you here?'

'I thought I would check up on my favourite son.'

'I am not your favourite son!' Sam yelled cocking the gun he shot once, hitting the demon squarely in the chest. The human host collapsed, unconscious but still alive, the demonic black mist swirled around Sam, choking the breath from him. Gasping and coughing he dropped to his knees trying to keep hold of his gun but his body wouldn't react the way he wanted.

'Stay-out-of-my-head.' He ground out as the mist enveloped him.

'Want to find out just how wonderful being an evil demon can be Sammy my Boy? Well hang on because you are in for one helluva ride.' The voice mocked him, blurring all of his thoughts and memories, trapping Sam in a cage in his own mind. He could see and hear everything but had no control over his body.

'Let me out of here.' Sam screamed throwing himself against the glowing metaphysical bars. 'Let me out of here.'

'Now Sammy calm down you're only going to hurt yourself literally, see how you body is responding to you tantrum.' Sam's body shook with convulsions as each one ruptured his fragile hold on his body and soul even more. Breathing heavily he stopped sinking to his knees as his outer body suffered a mind-numbing migraine.

'Let me out of here.' Sam begged once more, he could feel an overwhelming sense of despair building inside of his external body. 'Okay you win.' He conceded forcing himself to calm down before he gave himself a heart attack or stroke or something like that.

'Much better, just sit back and enjoy the ride. Tell me why do you need to wear these annoying things?' the demon took the glasses off and stared at them disdainfully.

'Decebal and his henchman tried to blind me, my eyes are not quite right yet so I have to wear them to see properly.' Sam answered automatically, his voice sounding full of defeat.

'Oh I see.' The demon said laughing at its own pun, 'so I had better wear them then if I am to become you.'

'No one will believe it.'

'Just as long as it gets me to Decebal's lair I will be happy.'

'Then what?'

'Well – we shall see depending on how good you are.' The demon laughed, 'my dear you do have a fantastic mind and you don't even realise it. Oh the untapped potential power I can feel, it is quite – intoxicating.'

'Glad you're enjoying yourself.'

'Oh Sammy don't be like that, you might enjoy yourself if you relax a little.'

'The only time I will relax is when you are dead.'

'But that is the best part, theoretically I am already dead!'

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Tears rolled down Dean's cheeks, as he lay there immobile while Decebal enjoyed himself molesting him. As he, lay there trying not to take notice of the movement above and next to him when he felt a tingling in his right hand. His fingers twitched a little, the drugs must be wearing off.

Without warning, Decebal lifted his head and stared down at Dean locking gazes with his young prisoner. 'Tell me Dean, what is your greatest fear?' The demon cocked his head to one side and smirked, 'oh that's right you can't talk yet can you.'

'Fff – u – c -k y-y-o-u.' Dean pushed the words through his clenched teeth.

'My darling that is exactly what I intend on happening, well what I intend on doing to you.' Decebal laughed running his hands through Dean's hair, 'do you realise that I can make your worst fear happen and equally or greatest desire, you have to just agree to be mine.'

Dean forced himself to stay still, he had feeling back in his right arm, and now his left started to tingle, he only had to endure the touching a little while longer. Thank the Gods that's all it was ... for now anyway.

A loud banging on the chamber door made Decebal growl as he flew from the bed to the door, 'this had better be good,' he growled as he opened the door, the heat of his rage radiating throughout the room, Dean could feel his skin start to burn from it, but he concentrated on the feeling returning to his frozen body.

'M-M-M-Master, there is someone here.' Grovelled one of the fire demons, 'it is someone...' Suddenly the demon burst into a purple flame and disappeared leaving a small pile of ash in its wake.

'What the ... stay right where you are.' Decebal said turning to Dean and then he gave him a lascivious grin, 'oh that's right you can't can you!'

Dean gave him a withering stare and then closed his eyes, not wanting to give the demon an inch.

'Decebal, Decebal what am I gonna do with you?' The familiar voice made Dean snap his eyes open and stare in shock. There standing just inside the door was the lanky, painfully skinny form of his bespectacled younger brother, Sammy. But something about him was so wrong. 'Did you really think that you could try to overthrow me?'

'Master?' Decebal gasped backing away from the possessed young man, 'Master I –I!'

'Finally lost for words are we?' The grimace distorted Sam's handsome features, 'you took advantage Decebal, and I don't allow my minions to do that.'

'Master you were so busy with the Hunters, I – I just wanted to sample some of what you desire so badly.' Decebal dropped to his knees and lowered his face until he had to roll his eyes to look up at his Master. 'Please forgive me Master I mean no disrespect.'

Without warning Decebal launched a fireball directly at Sam, sending the possessed young man flying against a wall.

'Ahhh!' Sam screamed inside his own mind, pushing against the sparkling bars of his metaphysical prison. 'Let me out of here!'

'Shut up and let me concentrate!' The demon hissed and then he spoke aloud using Sam's voice, 'you only get one freebie Decebal.' Standing up the Demon stared down at the bed where Dean lay and then back at the cowering demon, 'still you did catch the other Winchester for me so I will let you ... survive.'

'Master?' Decebal's voice suitably shook and then taking advantage of the demon's momentary preoccupation with Dean, he raised himself up towards the ceiling and summoned all of his powers, 'I am through submitting to you.' He snarled ash and smoke spilled out of his mouth as he spoke, no longer looking like a human at all, Decebal returned to his original form. A black mist that vaguely resembled a humanoid shape with glowing orb shaped flames for eyes and a gaping red hole for a mouth where ash and smoke continued to spill from. Large fangs grew from the glowing embers as it growled and howled. 'Ah free from the confines.' Decebal roared and spewed flames out of his mouth, 'time to meet me, your new Master.'

Sam's head snapped back and the controlling demon roared in rage, the room quickly filled with the choking stench of sulphur and charred flesh, small blisters appeared on Sam's face and arms where the demon's rage burnt from the inside out.

Sam could feel his internal organs burning and he knew that his body couldn't retain such high temperatures for much longer without imploding. 'Let me out of here, get out of my body.'

'Shut up.' The demon hissed, 'I have to concentrate.'

'You are killing me!' Sam screamed he could feel his own body dying around him, as the bars surrounding his essence started to fade, he could feel a cool blue light start to envelope him, and all he could think of was surrendering to it. Then he looked down at Dean, lying so helpless on the bed, surrounded by fire, when he realised that his older brother was no longer breathing, his paralysed lungs couldn't fight the insipid attack of the smothering smoke choking the air out of the room.

'No!' Sam roared and backed away from the blue light, he had to fight back for Dean's sake.

'What do you think you are doing?'

'Saving my brother.' Sam said quietly, he stood in the centre of the cell and forced himself to be calm. Closing his eyes, he pulled all of his powers into himself, 'if I have to sacrifice myself to do so I will.'

'Stop it!'

Sam's body shook with convulsions as the inner battle began, Decebal's waning power pulled back to reform, taking advantage of the other demon's momentary lapse in concentration as he battled internally.

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Dean tried to roll off the bed but his partly paralysed body refused to move, the smoke rolled over him in a blanket of choking air, smothering his last breath. With watering eyes, he stared up at Sam's possessed body as he breathed in his last gasping breath.

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Decebal's laughter filled the house, his former Master so consumed with the battle over the younger Winchester's body didn't even notice his retreat, another day, another battle and he had not finished with Dean, he will be back for his darling Dean.

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As the smoke slowly dissipated from the room, the flames disappeared leaving the scorched remains of furniture. Peeling paint on the walls where it melted and charred fragments of drapes fluttering in the wind, the windows shattered in the intensity of the blaze let the breeze in filling the place with oxygen.

Sam coughed and vomited black bile and the foul taste of smoke and ash, pulling himself up onto his hands and knees his head down as his body convulsed with each violent retch, expelling the last remnants of the demon from his body.

When his finally emptied his stomach, he crawled slowly and painfully over to the bed where Dean still lay.

'Dean?' He whispered using the singed bedding he pulled himself up to sit on the bed next to his brother, 'Dean, come on man you can't give up on me, not yet.' He wept.

With a bone deep weariness, Sam managed to get Dean down from the bed and onto the floor as gently as he could manage and started to do CPR, a light touch on his shoulder made Sam flinch and blink up at a stranger's face.

'My name is Doctor Gregor, let me help.' The older man said 'I owe this young man for the way I treated him.'

Coughing Sam sat back and let the doctor work on his brother, he was so tired suddenly taking his glasses off he rubbed at his burning eyes and then put them back on the blurriness without them only served to make his growing headache worse.

'Doctor Gregor ... is he?'

'He's fine.' The doctor said turning to face Sam a small smile on his face as he moved out of Sam's line of sight to reveal a breathing and awake Dean.

'Dean?' Sam whispered hoarsely not daring to believe his weakened eyesight. 'Dean is that really you?'

'Sammy?' Dean grinned wanly as his eyes fluttered closed again he lifted his hand and gripped his younger brother's tightly, 'Sammy.'

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Dean opened his eyes once more to check to make sure that it was Sam sleeping in the bed next to him, two days after their life-threatening ordeal the two brothers spent most of it asleep. Only waking briefly when prodded by doctors and when the nurses checked their vital signs. Both were so lucky according to the doctors after their arrivals in the emergency department by ambulance, 'the fire could have claimed both of their young lives.' Doctor Levi Smorgon said to their father and Gloria who both sat in vigil, the family Winchester held together by a fragile sliver of thread, broken and knotted back together so many times, no one could count. But now they were back together again.

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Newspapers reported on the two bodies discovered in the ruins after the fire, one later identified to be that of a Doctor Kenneth Gregor the other remains unidentified, the two young survivors – brothers both in their twenties are in a stable condition in hospital their names withheld on request of their family and for legal reasons. The police are still investigating the owner of the house in relation to the suspicious nature of the house and on kidnapping, false imprisonment, abuse, and torture of the brothers and of Doctor Gregor.

Dean smiled at his father but still remained silent on most of his ordeal at the hands of Decebal, he couldn't let himself think about it let alone speak about it, although the doctors recommended a therapist for him, if he was unwilling to talk to his family maybe a psychologist instead.

Dean glared at the doctor and then turned his head, even refusing to acknowledge the suggestion, only giving a stoic 'I'm fine,' in response.

Sam watched in silence as they fussed around Dean a small smile of relief on his face but his eyes remained haunted, he could still feel the remaining tendrils of The Demon's presence in his mind and body. He doubted every thought and feeling he had now, unsure exactly whose they were. He had to stay so vigilant now, to make sure that he was not going to slide into insanity and let The Demon back in.

Sleep, true deep sleep now completely beyond him, he spent most of his time watching over his elder sibling, appointing himself as Dean's guardian angel.

Thoughts of the blue light tormented him, he felt the presences of both Jess and his mum they were so close and yet he couldn't reach them. Now he felt fractured torn between what is and what could have been.

Finally, the brothers found themselves alone in their shared hospital room, Gloria managed to persuade John to go home, and get some rest and something to eat, the nurses and doctors finished their latest rounds of examinations, tests and checking temps, blood pressures and pulses. Finally, they were alone to talk.

They lay there in companionable silence neither one willing to be the first to speak, 'Dean?' Sam whispered breaking the stand-off. 'Dean I'm sorry.'

'What for?'

'I couldn't ... help you before.'

'Sammy I saw you tortured blinded and dying there is nothing to apologise for, I should have done more to save you.'

'I never gave up finding you.' Sam added his voice so soft Dean had to strain to hear him. 'Even when they put me in jail, I never gave up.'

'Fuck Sammy, that was all because of me, what you went through – I really don't know just how ... fuck it all, it shouldna never happened. I let my guard down and...'

'Don't you dare say that Dean, you were not to know it had nothing to do with the original hunt we were on, nothing at all ... no Dean there is only one to lay blame on.'

'Who, it's all because of me.'

'Decebal Dude.' Sam said as he slowly sat up and swung his legs over the edge of his bed, he waited for second for the dizziness to pass before he slid off and lurched to the chair between their two beds. Sinking down on it with a sigh of relief Sam pushed his glasses on and stared owlishly at his older brother, 'Decebal is the one to blame, not you, not me, not Dad just that fucking demon.'

'You're still wearing your glasses?'

'Yeah, the eye guy says coz of the fire I'll have to wear them longer than he thought, said something about the effects on the surgical scars or some shit like that.'

'Super-geek look there Dude.'

'Ha, ha oh I am laughing Dean.'

'Professor Winchester ... although they make you look like you're twelve Sammmmy.'

'It's Sam and girls find glasses sexy.' Sam shot back, 'at least that's what I've been told.'

'Easier to watch porn with.'

'Yuck it up Dean, when you're outta here and strong again then gloves are off.'

'You know that would be a lot more intimidating without the twelve year old look with the specs.'

Sam opened his mouth to give another retort when he stopped himself and grinned instead, 'this feels good Dean.'

'Yeah it does, but tell you what Sammy, this is going to end sooner than later I am gonna smoke that bastard.'

'And I'll be right with you.' Sam promised laying his hand on Dean's arm, 'back up all the way.'

'Thanks bro.'

'Dean, you know you're gonna have to talk about it one day, you can't keep all of it bottled up it'll kill you.'

'Sam.' Dean's voice lowered with the warning, you're skating on thin ice.

'Dude I mean it, maybe not now, or to me but you will have to talk about it.'

'Now I just want to relax, I'm home Sammy, you're here and Dad, and we're alive.'