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: Sneaks a look out from behind the computer monitor and cautiously checks to see if anyone is still there … Hellllllooooooooooooooo?

So sorry for the absence of late, been battling the flu over the last two weeks and never-ending pain from my two shoulders and neck; POUTING not meaning to whinge but it's been hard to focus on the computer screen for any length of time. So please, please, please accept my big apologies I promise I will try to be better from now on.

Flu turns into full on chest infection … pout grows, something stuffs up my FF alerts and nothing is coming to my inbox, one day here and the next all gone … to the Spam file ARGH I have no idea why but now I know it wasn't coz FF itself was not working!

So between coughs, sniffs and wheezes here is the long awaited next chapter

Author's Note 2: Rated for language and violence, hurt and comfort with hurt! Sam and protective! Dean.

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Chapter Seven: Master or Slave – Is there a difference?

Then:

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.'

Now:

Sam opened his eyes and groaned inwardly, he was still alive so it must have been all a dream, nothing but a dream. His head ached with a bitch of a hangover, his muscles rippled of their own accord and he ached interminably he hated the sensation as much as he hated himself at that moment.

'You must rest yourself Sam, you are not well.' The voice sounded so familiar it woke something deep within Sam and he forced himself to focus on the speaker.

'Ah fuck I should've known.' Sam laughed when he finally realised the identity of his companion. 'Why not just kill me?'

'Have you learnt nothing yet Sam?' Lucifer crouched down next to Sam's mattress, 'you are in pain, desperate for that elusive drop, craving for the next feed. I can finish it for you I can end it all for you right now you just have to say one little word.'

'Are you really here?' Sam asked curiously, 'is it really you?'

'Yes I am here for you child.'

'Good,' Sam smiled sweetly flashing his deep dimples at the one known as Morning Star and then he hawked and spat a large globule of blood and mucous hitting Lucifer's face. He took a perverse delight in watching the foulness sliding down the craggy but handsome features of Satan's meatsuit.

'Oh Sam.' Lucifer tsked his captive as he wiped the mess away with a fingertip, 'that really was not called for.'

'Fuck you.' Sam smirked channelling his inner Dean, 'leave me the fuck alone or kill me but whatever you do just leave me the hell alone.'

Lucifer stood up and paced away from the filthy mattress Sam laid on, spinning on his heels he stared dispassionately at the suffering young man, 'you are mine Sam, you just don't know it yet.'

'Yeah right, don't hold ya breathe.' Sam managed to get out before unconsciousness reclaimed him and he slid back into the sweet oblivion of darkness.

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Lucifer ran his fingers along the leather strips hanging on a rack lining one wall, all of varying widths and lengths, some had silver spikes wedged in them and others had tiny knots twisted into the frayed ends. 'Have you ever felt the kiss of leather on your skin Kurt?' the demon asked as he turned to stare at the reanimated corpse, 'do you know what it is like to dance with the devil?' He laughed at his own joke, 'you do not look well child.'

'Master what do you wish of me?' Kurt asked, his voice sounded strangled with his tongue too thick and mouth devoid of any moisture.

'You are to deliver a message, an invitation to your friend Bart and his colleagues.' Lucifer picked up one of the leather straps and wound it tightly around his own hand, feeling no pain as he continued to tighten it until his hand no longer contained feeling. 'I wish to invite them to a hunt, actually the hunt to end all hunts.'

'Master?'

'Hush can you hear that?' Lucifer's grin became more feral as he listened to the sound of wings rustling in the wind. 'My other guests have arrived.'

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Bart crouched down next to Walt's headless body and fought to hold his rebellious stomach in check. It wasn't as though he was squeamish, not by a long shot but this was different, this was a fellow hunter and a friend. Well maybe friend was too much but he was a good hunter.

'Whatcha got Bart?' Dean asked as he jogged towards the other hunter, they had left Bobby co-ordinating their search from the relative safety of the impala.

'Walt or rather what's left of him.' Bart answered with a shake of his head, 'might've been a bastard but didn't deserve that.'

'They just left him?' Dean turned around in a circle scanning the area something didn't feel right, 'check him for any booby-traps.'

'Me?' Bart protested but then he saw the look in Dean's eyes and instead of adding anything he quickly checked the corpse. 'Clean.'

'Salt and burn him then don't want the bastard coming back at us.' Dean said tonelessly, he hated wasting precious time on bastards like Walt but there was no way he was going to let this fucker come back to haunt my ass.

The two hunters stood in silence as they watched the flames consume the remains of Walt, the putrid stench of burning flesh filling the forest around them. As he watched it burn, Dean kept sweeping the area with his gaze, the feeling of being watched made him itch. Hang in there Sammy I'm coming for ya the thought gave him a little more hope and confidence to continue, he hadn't had any thought projections or feelings from Sam for a while now was stoking that nice little aneurism he had growing away, or at least he thought he had growing away.

'What now Dean?' Bart asked as the sounds of someone crashing through the brush sent both of them running for cover. 'Damn it.'

'Shut the fuck up Bart.' Dean hissed as he tried to workout where the sound came from when he heard it again, this time he saw the shadows moving with inhuman speed. 'Ah shit … Bart you got the flares.'

'What?'

'Fucking Wendigos.' Dean yelled as the creature came barrelling their way, sniffing and following their scent.

'Seriously? I was right!' Bart gasped with a shit-eating grin.

'Seriously Bartholomew?' Dean snarled snatching one of the flares from his friend and aimed it firing just as the creature snatched at Bart.

Howling it dropped its prey and backed away; flames from the flare took hold and ignited the filthy rags sending the Wendigo crashing backwards through the scrub. Its inhuman screams silencing all other forest sounds, roughly grabbing the semi-conscious Bart by the arm Dean dragged him away from the macabre scene. 'Shit you're heavy for a small dude.' Dean muttered angrily, the sounds of more Wendigos howling for the death of one of their pack sent shivers down his spine. Breathing heavily he finally shoved Bart towards the impala startling Bobby enough for him to learn over and open the back door for them.

'Danged blasted idjits whatcha been doing?' Bobby yelled over the horrific sounds.

'Been having a fucking party,' Dean answered without any malice, 'damned if he wasn't right, there's a pack of Wendigos.' He continued as he got in behind the wheel of the impala and sped out of the area. 'What the hell?' He yelled as he fought to control the car when two men seemingly appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the road. Sweat ran down his face and neck as he fought to control the large muscle car and not kill anyone.

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As the dust and dirt settled around the embattled impala, its occupants tried to steady themselves, 'fuck Cas what the hell?' Dean thundered as he got out of the car and bore down on his angelic friend, 'what are you doing here? Adam? No way he's dead – you're dead what the hell is going on?'

'Calm down Dean it is all …'

'All what Cas? I nearly killed you two,' Dean ranted as he ran his fingers through his short hair, the strain and stress of the day clearly etched on his face and suddenly he felt bone tired. 'Do you know what the hell is going on Cas?'

'Hell is the correct term Dean where is Sam?' the trench-coat clad angel asked impassively, 'where is your brother?'

'I was hoping that you can tell me Castiel.' Dean admitted as he shifted his attention back to Adam, 'so mind telling me why my dead half-brother is standing next to you?'

'Adam was raised from Perdition.'

'What the … no, no he's not going to use the kid.' Dean fumed, 'how the fuck did this get so out of control?'

'I am the Archangel Michael.' Adam said as he stood next to Castiel, 'I have no need for you now Dean I have a new vessel.'

'Well whoop the fucking-do! Where's my other brother you bastard?' Dean asked his voice barely above a whisper, rage vibrated through his body but he kept his voice in control channelling the anger he let it flow through him. A cold smile spread across his pale features, 'this is all a game to you winged-douchbags isn't it. Doesn't matter if you're from up there or down below just as long as you can fuck with us whenever the whim takes you?'

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Sam moaned and opened his eyes; his nightmares consisted of nothing but blood, blood and mayhem with his standing in the centre of it.

'Sh Sam it's alright, everything is going to be alright.'

'Ruby?' Sam whispered hoarsely as he stared up at the demon possessed woman, 'no, no I killed you in Ilchester.'

'I'm here now Sam, we can be together forever.' Ruby cooed as she stroked his fever-flushed face, 'I have something to make you better I can help you feel so much better.'

'No, no, no, no it's a trick.' Sam thrashed his head from side to side, 'leave me alone.'

'This is no trick Sam,' Ruby smiled as she ran a sharp fingernail down her arm and sliced the artery open and held it above Sam's lips. 'Here my love drink and let me help you.'

'No please Ruby no more,' Sam begged turning his head away but then the demon gripped his chin tightly and forced him to turn back to her, this time she pressed her arm against his mouth. The crimson fluid slowly dribbled down his throat, simultaneously easing and igniting the burn in his throat.

'That's it my love, give into it, drink my blood and be one with us again.' Ruby whispered as she nibbled on his earlobe and showered him in tiny kisses along his throat and upper chest. 'Give into it … ah that's it Sam join with me.'

'No!' Sam roared violently shoving the demon off him and throwing her across the room, breathing heavily he swiped the back of one hand across his mouth and then raised the other towards the fallen woman. 'You are nothing to me.' He hissed as he easily pulled the demon from the reanimated corpse. He staggered slightly but managed to stay on his feet, he had to get out of there and find Dean. Dean would make it all better again.

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Lucifer felt his vessel's body weaken even more, the tissue, sinew and cartilage snapping and tearing, the flesh splitting and bubbling into boils and blisters he had to have his new meatsuit sooner than later. The time of wooing was over, he had to force Sam Winchester into accepting him or otherwise both of them were going to die.

'Bring Sam to me.' He ordered Kurt, 'it is time to see just how addicted we have him.'

'Master he – he has escaped.' Kurt slurred the words out, 'Ruby failed.'

'This is not over!' Lucifer roared as he disappeared.

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Dean help me, please help me can't do it no more. Sam wept as he forced his fingers down his throat once again in a vain attempt to purge himself of Ruby's blood. He no longer cared for his own life, as far as he was concerned he was already living on borrowed time but he had to help Dean, get them out of this and then perhaps Dean and Bart could continue to hunt together. As long as his older brother would live then Sam was happy.

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'Sammy?' Dean sat up, 'I know where he is.' Was all he said as he ran back to the impala, 'coming or what Cas?'

'I can take you there much faster Dean.' Castiel offered, 'there is not enough room for everyone in the car.'

Dean hesitated for a few seconds, 'damn it!'

'Call me when ya git to Sam, I'll come then.' Bobby called over to Dean, 'I'll look after her for ya.'

Dean nodded his head and turned back to Castiel, 'okay let's go before I change my mind.'

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'Oh God Sammy,' Dean whispered as he rushed towards his brother, 'no, no, no.' He ignored the jarring pain in his knees as he fell onto them next to his brother, Dean tenderly supported Sam's head and rolled him over onto his back. 'Sammy it's okay kiddo.' Dean didn't worry about the tears rolling down his face as he ghosted his fingers over Sam's face. His baby brother was a mess; there was no other way to describe it. His long hair was matted with dried blood and other indescribable pieces of matter. Bruises littered his face, neck and chest, spongy black bruises showed possible internal bleeding and broken ribs moved when palpitated. 'Cas?' Dean turned his tear-filled eyes to the angel, 'please help him.' he begged brokenly.

Castiel stared down at the youngest of the Winchester brothers, an undiscernible look on his face, if he let Sam die then Lucifer would never have a vessel but then if he allowed the death of Dean's little brother. Human life is more important than anything to his Father, Castiel understands that and it felt abhorrent to even consider killing one, but could Sam Winchester be considered human anymore?

'Damn it Castiel what are you waiting for?' Dean looked up at the angel with disgust written in his expression, 'you're not going to help him are you? Why because he's supposed to be the devil's meatsuit? He's my brother Castiel, my brother.'

TBC