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: For Fandrea, sorry it has taken so long honey but I hope that you enjoy it.

Fandrea put a plot bunny up for adoption on the CWESS; Fic is set in S5, after the boys get back together. They boys meet up a couple of hunters, who need their help (Maybe through Bobby?). (Could be the ones from FTBYAM or complete strangers, your choice, but Dean has to know at least one of them from earlier (Maybe from when Sam was at Stanford) and trust him) The case turns out to be a MOTW that the hunters misidentify. Sam knows something is off and tries to tell Dean, that they need to do more research. Dean of course trusts the hunters more, even when Sam manages to find the real culprit.

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

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Chapter Nine: Sammy wants to come home:

Then:

'What is it now Cas?'

'They were planning to hunt Sam, to use him as something to be hunted and controlled,' Castiel spoke slowly and deliberately as he turned to face his human friend, 'if they were planning that then why poison Sam? They had already weakened him significantly with the beatings but they forced him to drink blood in attempt to control him when they caught him.'

'The hunt would justify their keeping him prisoner,' Dean nodded his head in agreement.

'So why give him tainted blood deliberately? They know by doing so it would kill him so why?'

'So why feed him the poisoned blood, hunt him and then try to control him by using him as a beacon for other supernatural nasties?' Dean stared at Castiel in horror, 'that goes beyond torture who could hate Sam so much?'

Now:

'Sam!' Dean screamed as he pounded down the stairs of Bobby's rambling house and started a frantic search of the ground level, 'Sam dammit answer me!'

'Dean! What the hell is wrong with ya?' Bobby grumbled as he wheeled himself out of the downstairs bathroom, 'what's the yelling for idjit?'

'Sam's gone,' Dean said his voice filled with unshed emotions, 'he's nowhere in the house, fuck Bobby he couldn't get out of bed even if he wanted to and now he's gone.'

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Three hours earlier:

Bart sat up in his bed, a blank look on his face and eyes wide open he stiffly turned his head towards the door and listened intently before he pushed the blankets back and got up. Moving robotically he left the small bedroom and made his way towards the other end of the hallway where Dean and Sam slept in the room they had shared since childhood.

Moving stealthily Bart opened the door and went straight to Sam's bedside he barely glanced down at Dean asleep in the bed closest to the door. Leaning slightly he reached out with his right hand and placed two fingertips on Sam's sweaty forehead. Seconds later the only occupant of the room was the still sleeping Dean Winchester.

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Bart sat up and stared around in confusion, he was lying outside in the salvage yard, his bare feet covered in mud and his t-shirt had strange wet stains on it. Standing he had to wait until the dizziness eased before he could stagger back towards the house, a damp warmth on his upper lip caught his attention, dazedly he swiped at it with the back of his hand and then stared at the smear of blood on it.

'Bart!' Dean yelled at him for a second time as he slammed out of the front door, 'where the fuck have you been and where's Sam?'

'Wha?' Bart blinked and tried to focus on Dean but everything seemed to be covered in a fog. 'Wha' happened?'

'What the fuck do you mean what happened?' Dean demanded as he jumped the last two steps and slammed into Bart, almost sending the two of them flying with the impact. 'Where is my brother?'

'I-I honestly don't know Dean,' Bart stared at his onetime hunting partner in confusion, 'I just woke up out here, feel so crappy.'

'Yeah well boohoo for you now where is my brother?'

'Sam? I dunno … in bed?' Bart said before he felt Dean's fist connect with his chin, 'fuck Dean enough with the punching.'

'Sam is missing you bastard what did you do to him?'

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Sam stared around confused and disorientated; he could feel the fever raging through him as his heart thudded painfully against his ribcage. 'Dean?' he whispered, 'where am I?'

Whimpering softly he tried to climb to his feet but failed three times so he decided to sit and to try and regain his bearings. 'Dean?'

As his awareness grew, Sam started to shiver with the chill settling down on him, blinking back the tears threatening to fall he slowly took in his surroundings. He was sitting on the front lawn of a white house under the shade of a large tree. Squinting he stared up at the house in wonder, it was so familiar it made his heart clench and ache even more.

Taking a deep breath Sam finally managed to climb to his feet and stagger weakly to the front door of the house praying that he was right with where he thought he was. He raised a shaking hand and knocked on the door, unable to stifle a sob when no one answered Sam tried the door handle and found it unlocked. His suspicion grew but his need to go inside was even stronger, he was safer inside than out in the open. 'Hello?' Sam called out tentatively as he desperately tried to remember the name of the woman who had lived there before, 'J-J-Jenny?' Although it slowly registered through the heaviness and the fog in his mind that the house was empty. His energy almost spent Sam made his way deeper into the house … the house that was his family home for such a short period of time but was the anchor for the Winchester family, holding bittersweet memories for three Winchester men and for the last two standing members of the family. For Sam it was more bitter than sweet, the memories he held were only of a rebuilt house where he saw the spirit of his dead mother, and of the strange and surreal memories from when Castiel took Sam and Dean back in time to just before Dean's birth.

Sliding down the closest wall Sam rested against it and pulled his knees up to his chest so he could rest his aching head on them for a few minutes. He had no idea how he had gotten there, the last memory he had was sleeping in the bed next to his brother and of throwing up. Now he was in Lawrence Kansas, not just another city but another state.

'Dean?' he wept as he finally let his tears fall, 'm'sorry Dean.'

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'Dammit Cas where are ya?' Dean whispered hoarsely, he had been calling for the errant angel for the last two hours but he had no reply whatsoever. 'You pick a great time to go AWOL on me.'

'What is it Dean?' a quiet voice came from behind him; spinning around Dean came face-to-face with a very pale and ill looking angelically possessed man.

'Fuck Cas what happened?'

'It seems that I may have contracted some of Sam's blood sickness when I attempted his healing.' Castiel explained in a monotone voiced. 'Are you of need of me?'

'Sam's missing,' Dean said as he helped the ill angel into the house, 'how … how can an angel get sick? I thought you guys were indestructible when it comes to human illness.'

'It is my vessel who contracted the disease but it has some how affected me as well.' Castiel said as he sat down on the couch and closed his eyes briefly until he had his equilibrium back. 'What do you mean Sam is missing?'

'That's just it, Sam was in bed asleep and then when I woke up he was gone and Bart … Bart was outside and acting as though he had been possessed.' Dean said succinctly as he pressed a glass of whiskey into Castiel's hands, 'drink.'

'Th-thank you,' Castiel said as he sipped the potent alcohol. 'Bart was possessed?'

'We think so, he has no memory of what happened, but he ended up outside his feet muddy and some sort of gross stuff on his t-shirt.'

'I cannot locate Sam for you Dean what is it you wish me to do?'

'Can you … ah fuck I dunno do some of your angel mojo on Bart to see if he can remember what happened?' Dean asked.

'I – I can try.' Castiel said wearily.

'What if I don't want him poking round in my head?' Bart demanded as he walked into the room, 'don't I have a say in this?'

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Sam jerked awake and stared around in disappointed shock, it wasn't a dream he was really stranded in their old family house that seems to be abandoned. 'Anyone around?' he whispered and then chuckled softly, 'finally losing it Sammy.'

'Sam?' a woman's voice caressed his feverish mind and he had to bite back another laugh. 'Sam?' the woman spoke again making him look up believing it to be just another dream or hallucination from his illness.

'Mom?' he breathed when he saw her ethereal form floating in front of him. 'I've died?'

'No, no Sam, my Sam my beautiful baby Sam.' She cooed as she glided closer to him.

Sam closed his eyes and sighed as he felt the cool touch on his burning brow, 'mom what's going on?' Sam asked as he started to cough another chill coursed through his already fragile body. 'Don' feel so good … where Dean?'

'My beautiful baby boy,' Mary Winchester's apparition cooed, 'momma's here.'

'No … no where's Dean.' Sam wept as he slowly slid down the wall until he was lying with his back against it, curling into a foetal position he closed his eyes and tried to block out the ghostly ministrations. 'Want my brother.' He kept mumbling until falling into a fitful sleep.

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Dean stood over Bart to make sure he didn't try to run while Bobby sat at his desk ready to write down whatever Castiel was able to get out of the man.

'Let me go Dean.' Bart seethed, 'this aint right.'

'Yeah well so was taking my little brother not right.' Dean snarled, 'don't make me shoot you Bart because I will.'

'I am ready Dean.' Castiel said slowly as he moved closer to Bart, 'just stay calm and do not fight me.'

'Fuck.' Bart said as he closed his eyes and tried to relax.

Castiel placed his fingertips on Bart's forehead and closed his eyes, his lips moved with the silent prayer and as his concentration deepened silence descended on the living room. Almost as if the entire world stopped for the few moments Castiel and Bart were joined.

Panting heavily Castiel finally pulled away from Bart and allowed Dean to help him back to the couch; impatiently Dean waited watching the angel for some sign of awareness.

'Lawrence,' Castiel finally said, 'Lawrence, Kansas.'

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Sam braced himself against the wall as he tried to compose himself enough to concentrate; the stench of sulphur tickled his nose and choked him, 'leave me alone.'

'Make me Winchester.' The demon goaded Sam, 'make me leave you alone.'

Raising a shaking hand Sam closed his eyes and tried to focus his mind, he gasped audibly as the pain ricocheted throughout his mind, 'argh.' Blood poured from his nose as he fought to maintain the connection with the demonic presence forcing it out of the man's body. He dropped to his knees as he finally pulled it out of the man and with fading sight watched it slither away escaping up the chimney. 'Gotcha,' he whispered as he lost consciousness once again.

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'Sam you have to get up son get up now!' John Winchester yelled shaking his youngest son's shoulder, 'they're coming for ya son, you hafta get up and keep moving.'

'D-Dad?' Sam blinked as he forced himself to focus on the face hovering above him, 'dad?'

'Get up son this is no time to be lying down on the job.'

'C-Can't dad, too tired.' Sam said as he let his eyes droop shut again only to find himself being shaken awake again.

'Dammit Sam you were given an order now get up and move.' John yelled rousing his youngest son enough to get him up and moving. 'That's it boy ya have to keep moving.'

'Dyin' dad … m'dying.' Sam said as he slowly put one foot in front of the other and propped himself against the wall as he shuffled.

'Not on my watch, now move son I can't do it for ya.' John coached Sam, 'what would Dean think if he saw you now?'

'He'd c-call m-me a g-girl.' Sam stammered with a choking laugh, stopping suddenly when a coughing fit threatened to stop him. Wearily he took a breath and slowly started to move again searching for somewhere to hide in the large, empty house.

'Sam-my come out, come out wherever you are!' a strange voice sung out, 'time for a game.'

'Move Sam!' John ordered, 'now!'

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'Bobby you stay here with Cas … he's too weak to go anywhere let alone do an Angelic airflight,' Dean said as he clamoured downstairs his duffle bag slung over his right shoulder, 'Bart you're with me now!'

'Where are ya goin idjit?' Bobby wheeled closer to his 'son'.

'To Kansas, I can't wait for Castiel to regain his strength, they're hunting Sam Bobby.'

'I know son.'

'I gotta go Bobby.' Dean said as he looked down at the closest person he had to a parent, 'I'm gonna get Sam back.'

'I don't doubt that but do ya wanna take him with ya?' Bobby asked as he nodded his head towards Bart who in turn rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in response to Bobby's innuendo.

'We'll be fine, 'sides I think for now he might be safer with me.' Dean grinned wolfishly, 'I'll call ya when we get there.'

'Ya better or I'll tan that hide of yours and don't think I won't ya bleedin' idjit.' Bobby watched as Dean peeled out of his junk yard, he stayed on the veranda for a few minutes after the impala was no longer in sight. A strange but determined look passed across his face as he wheeled into the house and headed towards the phone he had a very important phone call to make.

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Sam followed his father without question; he could no longer string thoughts into a coherent stream. He was once again the unsure teenager following his father into danger, although this time he didn't have the energy or the awareness to fight him and his orders. This time Sam was blindly following him, just like he had accused his brother of doing not so long ago.

He tried to focus on the strange looking man lunging towards him, 'Dad watch out.' He yelled as he stepped in front of his 'father'.

Walt lurched towards Sam, slobber dribbled down his chin, and a foul stench of sulphur and rancid body odour filled the air choking the already compromised lungs of his intended prey. He dragged his left foot slightly and had a blackish bloody fluid running from several sores on his face and hands, and from where his head sat periously on his neck. The lethal decapitation still evident on the re-animated corpse.

Sam lifted his hand and tried to exorcise Walt but he was unable to garner up enough strength to even keep his hand up, turning back to his father Sam let out a sob when he saw his father's form vanish in a ring of flames. Once again he was on his own.

Struggling to keep ahead and away from the lumbering Walt he pulled himself up the stairs tripping he landed hard on his knees making him crawl instead. He felt a clammy hand grab his ankle and slowly pull him back down the stairs. 'Dean?' Sam wept.

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Dean cursed and jumped down on the brake, bringing the impala to a screeching halt. In the centre of the road in front of the car stood a man or what was once a man.

'Kurt?' Bart gasped as he sat up startled out of his sleep by their abrupt stop. 'Dean keep driving.'

'What the?' Dean frowned as the car failed to start, the radio started to turn itself on and off filling the car interior with nothing but static noise. 'Fuck it.'

'I have an invitation to you from my master,' Kurt announced his hollow sounding voice echoed in the night air. 'He said that you are invited to the hunt of the century. Lawrence, Kansas he said that you will know which address to go to Dean Winchester.'

'Go Dean now!' Bart yelled urgently as Kurt started towards the car, dragging his feet and smelling of foulness, death, decay and sulphur. 'Now Dean!'

'Don'tcha wanna party with your old fried Bart?' Dean asked as he finally started the impala and pressed his foot down on the accelerator aiming it for the inhuman spectre.

The sleek black car passed through Kurt, sending chills through both of the occupants, Bart turned to watch out the rear window as Dean divided his attention between the road and the rear vision mirror, 'so where is he?'

'He aint there, gone just like that.' Bart breathed turning back to stare at Dean his eyes wide and unblinking. 'What the hell? What did he mean by you know where to go?'

'Our house, the family house in Lawrence … it's where … it's where all of this insanity started for me and Sam.'

TBC