Blast From The Past

Disclaimer: Even after all of this time, I still only get to play with the boys then have to send them home, sigh.

Author's Note: Rated for language and violence, hurt and comfort with hurt! Sam and protective! Dean.

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Chapter Six: Bye, bye Baby Bunting … You've gone a Hunting!

Then:

Nearing the end of his energy and reserves of adrenaline Sam toppled down the steps onto the gravel, blinded momentarily by the bright sunshine, he felt tears well up as his eyes fought the onslaught of light and heat. The clicking of a gun's safety coming off made him freeze; he was so close to – to what Sammy? Fainting? Was the last coherent thought he could remember before the blow came knocking him out into blissful oblivion.

'Going somewhere freak?' Kurt sneered as he pulled back his hand and struck Sam across the back of his head with the butt of his gun. 'The guest of honour can't leave before his party begins!'

Now:

'I'm sorry Dean.' Sam's voice echoed in Dean's mind, filled his ears and silenced every thought racing through his head. Gasping Dean wanted to clutch his head; the pain was sharp cutting through and severing the synapses as they tried to fire and fight back.

'Sammy?' Dean cried out without realising he had spoken aloud. The impala fishtailed as he fought to regain control of the big black classic car.

'Dean what the fuck?' Bart yelled from the backseat as he felt the wheelchair slam into his side.

'Dean what is it?' Bobby asked reaching over to lay a steadying hand on Dean's arm.

'Pain … ahh shit.' Dean fought to stay conscious as he finally managed to pull onto the shoulder of the road and come to a safe stop.

'Dean talk to me son what's going on?' Bobby leaned over as far as he could; he cupped Dean's head in his hands he had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from cursing when he saw the younger man's eyes, 'Dean calm down and breath that's it just nice and slow … in and out with me.'

'Bobby what the hell?' Bart called out but was promptly ignored by the older hunter.

'I tried Dean, I tried so hard,' Sam's tear-filled voice filled Dean's mind, 'please forgive me.'

'Sa-Sammy?' Dean gasped his voice raw and filled with anguish.

Bobby's head snapped up as the realisation hit him, his memory careened backwards to the afternoon he stood on the side of the road with Dean, Sam was missing … Cold Oak. The day Andy tried to contact Dean for Sam. 'Is it Sam? Can you hear him Dean?' Bobby spoke slowly and clearly as he tried to coach the younger man, 'talk me through it.'

'Oh God … Sam's … Sam's giving up.' Dean wept not caring who was there and who was listening. He had to listen to his little brother whisper in his mind, begging for forgiveness.

'Dean listen to me,' Bobby tightened his grip slightly making sure that he had Dean's full attention, 'talk to him son, just send the thoughts out there.'

'I – I can't …'

'Yes, yes you can just think it Dean, think of Sam and send him your thoughts.'

Dean opened his mouth to argue but then clamped it shut again, looking up he nodded slowly as he locked gazes with Bobby. Taking a deep breath Dean closed his eyes and concentrated on Sam. 'Hang on Sam, don't you dare give up on me. I'm coming for ya bro. don't you dare give up.'

He kept it running through his mind like a mantra, he let his walls start to form again wrapping around and protecting the tenuous precious link he had with his brother.

'Bobby? What the fuck is happening?' Bart demanded from the backseat, he shoved the wheelchair against the door once again and tried to shuffle forward on the seat to gain a better view of the front.

'Sam … he's dying.' Bobby muttered succinctly, the look he gave Bart after he spoke though silenced the younger man, without another sound uttered.

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'Hang on Sam, don't you dare give up on me. I'm coming for ya bro. don't you dare give up.' Dean's voice echoed in Sam's tortured mind, the younger Winchester brother moaned and tried to grasp hold of the hand floating in front of his closed eyes. 'De?' he whispered, 'don't go De please.'

'What the fuck is going on?' The stranger's voice startled Sam, whimpering he pushed harder against the wall trying to curl into a small ball, into nothingness. He reached out to the hand once again but terrified of who was yelling he pulled his hand back and started to rock himself, humming softly. He pulled his knees to his chest as far as he could and wrapped his long arms around them. Resting his cheek on his knees Sam hummed and listened to his brother talking to him.

'Who did this?' The newcomer snarled as he turned on Kurt and Walt, 'you were to subdue him and get him addicted again that was it. Not torture him to the point of … of … this!' waving his hand at Sam beyond furious he wanted to rip someone apart. 'How dare you ruin my plans.'

'Look we did what we had to do to get him under control.' Walt leered, still full of his own sense of self-importance, 'we'll get him to snap out of it.'

'How? By slapping him around some more? Feeding him blood? He is supposed to be ready to hunt … Not this – this whimpering mess.'

'Look boss we screwed up but he was trying to escape,' Kurt tried to salvage the situation, regretting his own actions in subduing Sam.

'Escape huh?'

'He managed to get the best of Walt and almost got out I admit I probably hit him a little harder than I should've but …'

'All I have heard is excuses, we are working on deadline here, this little shit let Lucifer out we have to make sure that he pays for his sins.' The man laughed at his own private joke, 'this time you will follow orders, now get him cleaned up.'

'Boss?'

'What is it?'

'Ya think that the others will come?'

'Build it and they will come!' Their boss roared with laughter and walked out of the room, 'clean him up.'

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Shivering violently Sam clenched the thin blanket and pulled it tighter around his shoulders, he wasn't sure how long he had been lying on the mattress, he knew that someone had washed him and that made him feel more than ill. He was dressed in his jeans and a white t-shirt with bare feet and arms. His stomach cramped with cravings, his mouth watered, he needed it so bad he ached. . 'Hang on Sam, don't you dare give up on me. I'm coming for ya bro. don't you dare give up.' Dean's voice broke through his morose thoughts once again, but he couldn't focus on the words anymore, it was distracting him from the blood.

'No good no more, no good … Ha! Ha! Tainted, foul, no one wants me human or demon aint got anyone now.' He giggled as he started to rock again; he had to find some more drink he had to sate his hunger, 'so freaking hungry.' He yelled.

The door opened and Walt and Kurt appeared in the doorway. They stared down at their prisoner for a moment, they were more cautious this time as they approached him, Walt walked around Sam while Kurt stayed in front of him holding the flask.

Sam's bright feverish eyes fixed on the flask, his mouth watered and his mind screamed out for some relief, 'pl-please.' He rasped as he reached out with a shaking hand, 'make it stop.'

'Well looky here Kurt, seems like our little freak is gonna behave himself,' Walt gloated as he reached down and wound his fingers in Sam's hair viciously wrenching his head back. 'Wanna beg dog?'

'Quit it Walt, we just do the job and that's it, no more adding to it,' Kurt snapped as he squatted down in front of Sam. He watched fascinated as Sam's eyes tracked his hand, following the flask with more than hunger in his eyes. 'You really want this Freak?'

'Pl-please …' Sam hated how pathetic and weak he sounded but the blood was calling to him, singing in a way only he could hear. He vibrated with apprehension and self-loathing, opening his mouth to accept the caustic fluid when he heard Dean's voice ... 'Hang on Sam, don't you dare give up on me. I'm coming for ya bro. don't you dare give up.'

'Dean.' He sobbed and tried to clench his jaws, the blood splashing on his closed lips instead of sliding down his throat.

'What the … you little shit … drink!' Walt pulled Sam's head back even harder, his carotid arteries corded and bunched under the strain, his breath coming in hot fetid bursts through his nostrils as his awareness started to fade. 'Kurt grip his chin and squeeze, we aint gonna get the crap again coz of him.' Walt snapped taking the flask from Kurt he let go of Sam's hair and gripped his nose instead pinching it shut.

Sam bucked under their strength, but in his weakened state he couldn't fight their combined power. Finally he opened his mouth trying to draw in as much air as he possibly could when the thick fouled blood cascaded down his throat.

Choking he tried to spit it out when a large hand clamped over his mouth effectively blocking off his only sources of oxygen. Exhausted he gave in, the blood sang as it flooded his veins.

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Dean wiped at his nose and saw the blood on the back of his hand, 'dammit,' he muttered as he slowly pulled himself out of the bed and stared blearily around the motel room. He barely remembered arriving at the motel or Bobby helping him into the room. Looking across he saw Bobby sleeping in his wheelchair at the table a book lying haphazardly on his lap. Bart lay on the other bed, a light snore coming from him. 'Typical.' Dean snorted, when an agonisingly sharp pain slammed into his head, gasping he fell onto the floor jarring his knees. 'Sam!' He screamed, 'no Sammy!'

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Sam stood unsteadily between Kurt and Walt, his glassy gaze focussed on the stranger in front of him, his mouth and lower jaw still stained with the spilled blood. A giggle slipped out, quickly followed by another one but his eyes were flat, black and completely white-less. Two discs of black glass.

'I take it this time it was more successful?' The stranger asked as he stood in front of Sam standing eye-to-eye with him.

'Yeah boss, he took the lot this time.' Kurt said without letting Walt utter a word, 'time's right to test him.'

'Sounds like a plan,' the man said as he ran his fingers down Sam's cheek, caressing the soft flesh, 'ready to go hunting?'

'Hunting what?' Sam slurred, his gaze sliding from the man to Kurt and then to Walt.

'Something easy to begin with Wendigos.'

'They aint demons …' Sam frowned trying to workout what they were planning, his hunger rose again, 'only works on demons.'

'Ah but we have a surprise for ya Sammy boy, the Wendigos got themselves a little demon to chomp down on, saw it with my own eyes.' Kurt made Sam look at him, a sly grin fixed on his face as he stared at the stoned young hunter. 'He really is hooked on this stuff,' he mused, 'come on Sam let's go catch us a demon or two.'

Kurt manhandled Sam out of the cabin, even though the kid seemed pliable and out of it he still didn't trust him, Walt and their boss followed close by, also wary of Sam's abilities Walt was armed with a tranquilliser gun while their boss was armed with throwing knives and also carried another flask of blood. The body of the formerly possessed man hung upside down on the back porch, a metal tub collecting the draining blood beneath it.

If things worked out then they will have Sam fully hooked and submissive, theirs to control with the upcoming apocalypse.

Kurt dragged Sam deeper into the woods, he knew exactly where the Wendigos lair was, how many of the soulless creatures there were and where they had stashed the possessed man. The lower level demon completely unaware of what was happening as it hid out in the cave amongst the human debris and other animal carcasses. It fed on the scraps left by the Wendigos and delighted in the horrors it subjected its meatsuit to, to pass the time. The instructions seemed simple enough; to attach itself to the Wendigo nest until the tainted one comes and then it can get rid of the human freak and reap its rewards.

Sam staggered as the foul stench assaulted his already frazzled senses; he stumbled into Kurt's side as he tried to steady himself.

'Watch it Freak!' Kurt snapped cuffing the back of Sam's head, 'git up.'

Sam snarled as he stood, his eyes fixed on movement in amongst the trees; he shoved Kurt aside and stalked towards the area. Walt and the stranger picked up their speed following them, intrigued to what caught Sam's attention from so far away.

The blood called to Sam, as he silently begged Dean for his forgiveness but it was too strong and he just didn't have the strength or energy to fight anymore. With a bloodcurdling roar he attacked.

The possessed man stood shaking in abject fear, he was told to wait in that certain spot for the new arrivals who would give him his new orders. He was finally free of the stinking creatures and out in the fresh air when he saw the giant of a man bearing down on him. With a look of pure bloodlust on his face and black eyes, but he didn't smell of sulphur, he had a soul, blackened and weak but still a soul.

Sam lifted his hand and cleared his mind, he continued to move but this time instead of his berserker rush, and his steps were controlled and measured. He felt the tingling that came just before the rush, stopping an arm's length from his prey Sam smiled and closed his eyes as he teased the demon from the meatsuit.

Walt and the stranger stood back and watched in morbid fascination, this was it they had finally done it. Walt had his revenge on John Winchester and was now reaping the benefits; the almighty hunter's perfect baby son was now just as much as a monster as the demons he hunted.

As he watched Sam's slide backwards to the darkside again, Walt didn't see the movement next to him, the muttered words and a weird laugh was all he heard but the pain was real and he felt it in the last moments of his life.

Walt's lifeless body fell to the ground and quickly followed by his head, his eyes wide open and fixed in shock, the stranger wiped his blade on Walt's chest and then went down to claim his reward.

Kurt turned to speak to Walt when he saw their boss arc a blade perfectly towards his friend's neck; with one blow he neatly decapitated him. Choking Kurt stumbled backwards knowing that he would be next and crashed into a shell-shocked Sam.

Sam stood staring down at the body of the demon's meatsuit, the signs of decay already appearing on the body showed him that it didn't matter in the end, the man was long dead. Sam couldn't save him even if he wanted too.

Taken by surprise when Kurt fell against him Sam lost his footing and fell face forward onto the body at his feet. Kurt fought against him, trying to get his own footing he lurched towards the trees, the last memory he had of his life was the feeling of being ripped apart at the hands of a Wendigo.

The stranger smiled coldly and held his hand out to Sam, 'you see Sam it is all about you.'

Sam let the man help him up, he was so confused, and so hungry, 'why?'

'Ah but you know, you worked it all out didn't you Sam.'

'The monster, it wasn't the Wendigos … it was me.' Sam muttered his eyes flared black and then returned to their normal green colour, his sight wavered as his consciousness started to slip away from him. 'Love you Dean.' He murmured as his knees buckled and he dropped to the ground, his long hair framed his face, circling his head like a halo. His arms and legs spread outwards his fingers curled into the ground as though he was trying to crawl his way out.

The man turned and smiled at the person standing behind him, 'he is almost ready Lord.'

The blond man with soft grey-blue eyes smiled benevolently at his loyal servant and then down at the young man lying at his feet. 'Not long now Sam and you will never feel pain again.'

TBC