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.

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

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Chapter Ten: The Hunt Begins … Deer Hunter Anyone?

Then:

'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.'

Now:

Sam woke with a start he hadn't realised that he had fallen asleep, sleepy eyed he stared around the bare room and belatedly realised where he was. His nursery, the room where his mom had died and his life changed forever.

'Don't dwell on things you can't change.' John said as he crouched down next to his youngest son, 'it happened Sam get over it.'

'My-my fault dad,' Sam whispered, 'coz of me dad, the demon came coz of me.'

'No son, not only that there was more going on than even I was aware of.' John cupped Sam's cheek and swiped an errant tear with the pad of his thumb, 'you need to be strong Sammy, it's coming and you need to be ready.'

'Wh-what dad? What's coming?' Sam asked as he leant into his father's touch, he hadn't realised just how much he missed the man's presence.

'The hunt Sammy, I can't … I am not allowed to tell you more.' John glanced behind him as though he was being watched by an invisible enemy.

'Who dad? Who won't let you?' Sam asked as he stifled a giggle, he must be slipping into insanity; he was sitting here talking to his dead father as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

'I can't tell you Sam but you have to be aware and be careful. They are hunting you son.'

'Who?'

'The bastards who did this to you, they're not …' John started to flicker and fade from Sam's sight. 'Hide Sam!'

'Dad! Dad! Don't, don't go,' Sam cried out reaching for the presence only to find his fingers slide through nothing. 'Please come back.'

The slamming of car doors startled Sam making him force himself to crawl across the bare floor space to the window. With his waning strength he pulled himself up using the window sill to peer through the dusty window pane.

Two dark trucks were now parked on the front grass, both were fitted out with spotlights on the roofs and both were empty. Swallowing heavily he dropped back onto the floor and rested his aching head against the wall he had to clear his thoughts he had to make plans.

'Sam-my come out, come out wherever you are,' a strange voice echoed through the empty building, 'we're gonna have some fun, come on out and play with us.'

Sam struggled to his feet using the wall to steady himself he lurched towards the door; there were few places to hide in an empty house especially one he barely knew but he tried to find somewhere, finally finding a cupboard that hid a small stairwell. Curiously he stumbled up the short flight, he had no memory of the stairs or another room possibly an attic but that didn't mean much even when he was here helping Julie with Dean and Missouri he didn't venture far from where he had to place the hoodoo bags.

Stooping low he shut the door behind himself and stared around in surprise. The room was most likely the original attic of the house but for some reason it was not damaged in the original fire and had stayed the same all of these years. Filled with left over memories from past residents before the Winchesters through to those who came afterwards; dizzy Sam swayed and felt his knees start to buckle lurching he made it to a small bed tucked under the small round window before collapsing. He curled his impossibly large body into a tight and small ball fitting onto the impossibly small bed.

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Dean pressed his foot down on the accelerator as they passed by yet another township; he hadn't slowed down or stopped since leaving Bobby's salvage yard. Bart kept sneaking glances but wisely kept his mouth closed and his thoughts to himself.

How the hell did this get out of control so fast? All we had to do was to deliver Sam Winchester and that was it. Now, now they've poisoned him, tortured him for fuck's sake and got Dean riled up against me. Fuck if Dean's against me then nothing will work.

What the hell am I supposed to do? I'm running out of time and now we're on a suicide mission to bring back his probably dead brother. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? And who the hell rode me?

'Bart!' Dean yelled as he punched Bart's shoulder pulling it back at the last possible moment.

'What? What the fuck Dean?'

'I've been calling you for ages and you've been away with your freaking fairies.' Dean hissed.

'Well whatcha want?' Bart asked rubbing his shoulder, 'fuck you hit hard.'

'Barely touched ya.' Dean glanced across at his one-time hunting partner, 'we're stopping in Lancefield gotta get fuel for the baby and for me.'

'What am I Swiss cheese?'

'Do you really want me to answer that question?' Dean's cell phone blasted out 'Smoke on the Water' silenced both of them, braking suddenly Dean managed to pull over to the side of the road, his hands shaking too much to drive and to speak on the phone.

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'Wake up Sam, I need you to wake up,' a soft melodious voice brought Sam back to wakefulness, back from the terrors in his dreams, from the blood, pain and sickness.

'Mom?' He murmured squinting up at the apparition sitting on the edge of the bed.

'This was Dean's bed, I can't believe that it was saved.' Mary mused as she ran her fingers over the pale blue woodwork. 'My baby boy's bed, it would've been yours too if …'

'I'm so sorry mom.'

'Hush it's not your fault, I have something for you son.' Mary's translucent hand hovered above his and dropped a small object onto the palm of his hand, 'it is for you son, I am not sure but I am led to believe you can contact Dean with it.'

'Mom how?'

'It is all ordained, you need help Sam you cannot do this on your own.'

'Are you really my mom?' Sam asked as he clasped the cell phone to his chest, 'who are you really? Why are you doing this?'

'I am here to help you Sam, it is easier for you this way,' that soft melodious voice wrapped around his fragile mind like a thick, warm blanket. 'This is the best … form … these are the best forms for you to understand and to accept.'

'No, no it's all lies!' Sam pushed himself away from the spectre of Mary Winchester and rested against the wall, 'who are you?'

'All in good time Samuel, there are those who seek to turn you but you cannot follow the darkness within. You must stay strong Sam it is a hard fight but a worthwhile fight.'

'I can't, I can't fight anymore, m'tired so tired.'

'You will be able to rest soon Sam but for now you must fight.' Mary reached out and caressed Sam's face, 'tell Dean the hunt continues but not here.'

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'Sam? Sammy?' Dean gasped as he stared at the phone in shock, pressing the call button he answered quickly, terrified that his brother would disappear forever if he didn't. 'Sammy?'

'D-Dean?'

'Ah God Sammy it's so good to hear your voice.'

'N-Not much time D-Dean.'

'What is it Sammy? What's wrong?'

'The hunt Dean … the hunt she said continues … n-not here.'

'Sammy you're not making sense.'

'Back where … mountain Dean … back there.'

'Sam? Sammy where are you?'

'Home b-but she – she says n-not here,' Sam's voice sounded as though it was fading with each word. 'She said f-for you to, to go b-back to where you found m-me.'

'Sam?' Dean yelled into his cell phone as he realised that Sam was gone, there was nothing but static sounding in his ear.

'Dean listen to your brother, go back, back to the hunt.' A female voice came through the static.

'Dean what is it?' Bart demanded trying to get through to the other man, he reached over and shook Dean's shoulder trying to rouse him but all he did was to sit there with the cell phone clutched in his hand. 'Dean?'

Suddenly, a bright light filled the car's interior blinding both of the men, the light seemingly broke into sound, no ordinary sound, but one that could not be heard by a human ear, it was bone shattering and heart-stopping.

When the light dissipated the car sat on the side of the road, both occupants were unconscious with blood dripping slowly from their noses, their faces pale in the moonlight. In the blink of an eye the car and all in it disappeared.

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Sam flinched and tried to press himself against the bed to make himself smaller when he heard footsteps just below him, someone was coming, it wouldn't be long and they would find him.

A hand reached out and caressed his cheek and forehead, instantly calming Sam down. He felt relaxed and melted into the touch. It felt so much like Jessica's.

Two fingertips pressed against his forehead and Sam felt a jolt of heat burst through him from his head to his toes and he cried out in shock and something akin to pain. The world exploded into white silence, and Sam let his eyes slowly slide shut, sure that he was now dead, it was over finally.

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The filtered sun warmed his frozen limbs and he wanted to stay there, sleepy and comfortable dozing lightly in the afternoon sun. He didn't feel any pain, he felt light and free. If this was heaven then he wanted to stay there forever.

Something niggled at him in the back of his mind; he had to do something, something urgent if only he could remember. The sounds of hounds baying and the whoops of hunters roused him enough to finish his musings and to return to reality.

Even if reality meant pain, confusion, and an insurmountable fear bubbling up inside of him.

He opened his eyes and stared up at the canopy of trees latticed above him high in the sky, soft clouds floated lazily over the bluer than blue sky. Everything was brighter, more intense in colour than anything he could remember in his life.

A gunshot reverberated in the silence, startling birds sending them flying into the sky large shadows against the light. Rolling over he painfully pulled himself up onto his battered knees, and slowly, ever so slowly scrambled to his feet he had to keep moving ahead of his hunters.

Lurching from tree to tree he tried to focus on his surroundings, but it all blurred together into a kaleidoscope of nature, making him nauseous and dizzy. 'Keep moving, gotta keep moving, find dad and he'll know what to do.'

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The occupants of the sleek, black muscle car finally started to rouse; the passenger was the first to gain some semblance of awareness, the driver though except for a faint moan or twitch showed no signs of regaining consciousness.

'Argh … Dean?' Bart licked his dry lips and held his aching head in his hands, feeling as though he had been on a week long bender. 'Fuck, Dean wake up man.' Opening the car door Bart managed to lean out just in time before throwing up what little he had in his stomach.

'Wha' 'ppened?' Dean slurred slitting his eyes open enough to stare around blearily, 'Sammy? Ah shit.'

'No Sammy and no shit just me Bart.' His passenger answered acidly.

'Thought it was all a fucking dream,' Dean moaned as he scrambled to open his door, falling to his knees Dean vomited hot bile onto the ground.

'How the hell? What the hell? Can you tell me what the hell just happened?' Bart asked, lurching slightly he passed an opened bottle of water to Dean before he pulled the rear passenger side door open and sank down on the seat, flopping backwards until only his legs from the knees down were visible.

Dean swished the water in his mouth before spitting it out, he could still taste the acidic bile but it wasn't as bad now, repeating the process a couple of times he finally felt slightly more human. 'Where are we?'

'It looks familiar but I don't even know where we were before…' Bart rubbed his temples; even thinking made his head ache.

'Where's … Sam they took him. Your so-called friends took him.'

'Yeah, yeah but …'

'but what?'

'I get the feeling there's a whole lot more we're missing, feels like we've been here before ya know.'

'You got something to tell me Bartholomew?'

'Dammit listen to me Dean … Something's not right … it feels like we're missing time.'

'Yeah I know, I know whatcha mean, feels like we've had a rewind dammit … Cas? Cas where are ya?'

'What's wrong Dean?'

'I felt something like this once before and it was Angel Airways.' Dean answered cryptically, 'where are ya Cas?'

A soft whoosh of wings heralded the arrival of Castiel, the look on his face and pallor of his flesh made Dean cringe and feel immediate guilt for calling him; although why he felt the guilt he had no idea, 'Castiel man what happened to you?'

'Wh-what do you mean Dean?' Castiel frowned as he tried to focus on his human friend, he had never experienced illness before and it terrified the angel. An angel who until recently had never felt terror.

'What's wrong with you Castiel and where's Sam?'

'Dean you were supposed to be rescuing your brother … I somehow contracted the … blood disease infecting … Sam.' Castiel said as his eyes rolled up and backwards and he crumpled to the ground unconscious.

TBC

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