Innocence Implied

Disclaimer: Don't own anything to do with Supernatural, sigh just play with the boys and then send em home again...More or less in the same condition as when I er...

Summary: Dean is 21 and Sam is 17.

This is the continuation of my Innocence Trilogy so if you haven't read them it might pay to go and read them first and then come back here. I promise the story will be here waiting for you when you get back.

**WARNING** This chapter contains very dark themes and nastiness towards Dean so sorry in advance for anyone who is squeemish or doesn't like it, but this entire series does deal with very sensitive issues and violence. **WARNING**

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Chapter Three: Flashback or Flashforward

Then:

'Task Force Winchester.' Forrest turned to face them a knowing grin forming, 'most of the officers involved think it's coz of the rifle ...'

John's cell phone ringing broke the easy silence between the three men, confused at the unknown number on the screen John answered the call with his heart beating so hard against his chest he thought that it would drown out the caller's voice.

'Winchester.'

'Dad?'

'Dean?'

'God dad you gotta help us, he – he ... Sammy ... please dad don't have ... find us please.' The call cut then and John stood listening to silence. His eldest son, ultra-alpha male soldier of his son wept and begged him to find them. His son sounded broken, more than just broken physically ... John found himself wondering if his son would ever come back from this emotionally. When he looked up and saw the stricken looks on the faces of his friends he realised just then that he had spoken his worries out loud.

'Dammit John you have two sons, what about Sam?' Bobby growled, his heart already fractured for Dean after hearing John's plaintive cry, but what about Sam?

'D-Dean ... begged for help, he started to say something about Sam but ... just begged me to find them.' John broke, 'I have no idea what happened to my baby boy.'

Now:

Two days earlier:

Dean sat on Sam's bed his back resting against the wall, his brother cradled on his lap; Sam had barely spoken since Ed shattered Sam's knee and ankle with that mallet. The kid whimpered every so often when he tried to move his leg now encumbered in that heavy brace, his fingers twisted tightly into the pyjama top Dean wore it seemed to be the only thing that kept Sam anchored.

'Easy Sammy, just try to relax ...' Dean rubbed circles over Sam's shoulder and neck, his heart clenching when Sam whimpered in pain again.

'Hurts so much De.' Sam whispered his voice barely audible.

'I know Sammy, I'm gonna get us outta here I promise.' Dean said, 'I have to get up Sammy.'

Sam bit back the sobs and tried to stay calm for Dean's sake, 'it's okay Dean.'

'Thanks bro,' Dean eased himself out from under Sam; tenderly he laid his brother's head on the pillow and brushed his errant fringe out of his eyes. 'I'm just gonna scope out the room.'

He gave his brother a wink before going to check the window, his hope sliding slightly when he saw the bars on the outside the glass. 'Okay so not getting outta here this way,' he kept a running commentary for Sam while he prowled around the room. Looking for all intents and purposes like a caged tiger, with rippling muscles and a predatory air about him. 'Hey Sammy the door is unlocked.' He exclaimed in shock apparently Ed didn't expect either of the boys to be up and about.

'D-Dean?' Sam squinted over at his brother his fear reaching new heights, 'pl-please ...'

'Hey I'll be fine Sammy, I'll be right back.' Before Sam could protest Dean slipped out of the room shutting the door behind him. He paused for a couple of seconds and listened intently for any signs of life in the rest of the house. Moving stealthily down the hallway he found himself in the living room. 'Phone, where's the freaking phone?' he muttered as he searched the scantily furnished room. Going through into the next room, Dean found the kitchen and a cordless phone sitting on the bench. 'Ah thank you.' He wanted to yell but remained quiet and went to find a place to make his call.

Dean opened a door to a room just off the kitchen and slid inside happy enough with the privacy the room afforded him. His eyes quickly grew accustomed to the dull light as he keyed in his father's cell number but before he hit the call button, his stomach started to clench spasmodically when he realised what was in there, dropping the phone from his nerveless fingers.

On the wall opposite Dean was a large wooden frame with shackles dangling from the top beam. Next to the frame was a display of whips and scourges of varying sizes and lengths, in front of the display was what looked like a pummel horse though this one had manacles fitted on both sides.

Against another wall was a large bed covered in black sheets and blood red covered pillows and cushions; a camera perched on a tripod at the foot of the bed made the scene look like something straight out of a porno movie.

Swallowing the fast rising bile Dean floundered for the phone, the smell of heavy cologne and leather made him want to run, to high-tail it out of there but images Sammy trapped in that brace brought him back to reality. He hit the call button and waited for his dad to pick up. While he waited he couldn't help but continue to look around at the various pieces of apparatus and tools of sexual depravity decorating the room.

'Winchester.'

'Dad?'

'Dean?'

'God dad you gotta help us, he – he ... Sammy ... please dad don't have ... find us please.' It took one moment too long for Dean to register that he wasn't alone, another moment and he felt the thud against the back of his head, and Ed had found him.

'You bad boy!' Ed screamed as he repeatedly hit Dean across the back of his head with the rubber mallet. 'Wicked ... bad ... wilful ... evil child.' He enunciated each word with a blow until Dean lay unconscious at his feet. He picked the phone up and threw it across the room his anger building when he looked at the limp form, 'you will have to be punished now Daniel,' he hissed coldly, 'you have been a very bad boy.'

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Sam twisted his fingers in the blanket beneath his shaking form, the pain ricocheted through his body, from the tips of his toes to the top of his scalp, every move no matter how minor did nothing but exacerbate the agony from his shattered knee and ankle joints. Dean still hadn't returned and Sam didn't know how much longer he could hold out without him.

The door slammed open just then making Sam jump and start to shake uncontrollably, a sob caught in his throat when he saw the bloodied form of his brother. 'Dean?' he whispered eyes wide open and breathing hitching.

'Daniel was a bad boy,' Ed panted as he dropped Dean onto the empty bed, 'he used the phone without my permission and went into a room he was not allowed in.'

'You leave my brother alone,' Sam cried out but Ed ignored him as he continued to rant.

'I let you sit up and to move around in your room freely and this is how you repay me,' he yelled at Dean, 'sneaking around the house, going where little boys shouldn't go.'

'Stop it,' Sam screamed pushing himself towards the edge of the bed, 'leave Dean alone.'

His anger still rising Ed turned to face his baby, 'and you, you're just as naughty as your brother.' Ed grabbed hold of Sam's wrist and wrenched it viciously. Sam screamed and tried to pull his wrist out of the vice-like grip of his tormentor.

'No please no more ... stop please stop!' Sam begged unable to bear the agony any longer he gave in and let himself slide into oblivion, a pain-free existence.

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Dean felt himself being lifted upright and then each of his wrists trapped in metal manacles bearing his entire weight his knees buckled under the strain. 'Please don't do this.' He begged but deep down he knew that it was falling on deaf ears.

He could hear Ed chuckling behind him and his fear skyrocketed, try as he might he couldn't see what Ed was up to behind him, that terrified him more than anything else. He flinched uncontrollably when Ed cut his pyjama top and exposed his bare back.

'This is for your own good Daniel, you broke the rules and now you have to be punished.'

'What fucking rules?'

'That is another rule you just broke,' Ed snarled his breath tickling Dean's ear. 'I swear that this will hurt you more than me.'

Dean clenched his jaw to stop himself from crying out and giving Old Stinky any satisfaction when the switch bit into the tender flesh, but ten strikes later Dean was crying out but he refused to give in and beg for him to stop.

Dean screamed and thrashed about in his bed, blood smeared across the sheets with his frantic movements.

'Dean ... Dean please you're scaring me.' Sam cried out as he strained to reach out to his big brother, he pulled his brace covered leg off the bed, using his good arm he half-crawled, half-dragged himself across the small floor space to Dean's bed. Breathing heavily he pulled himself up using the head of the bed but was unable to make it all the way to sit on the bed instead he had to content himself with sitting next to it. 'Dean, Dean please wake up.'

'Gah ... Sammy?' Dean tried to pry his eyes open, 'wha ... what happened? You okay?'

'Slow down Dean, he – he beat you Dean, he whipped your back.' Sam sobbed, 'he said you ... he hurt you Daniel.'

'Sam, hey Sammy look at me,' Dean couldn't help but wince with the pain as he lifted his hand to catch Sam's chin in but he swallowed through it, 'you are Sam and I'm Dean.'

'Yeah I know Dean.' Sam frowned and nursed his aching wrist close to his chest, 'he hurt you.'

'I'm gonna be okay Sammy, I managed to call dad ... he's gonna find us Sam, we're gonna get outta here.' Dean closed his eyes for a second as he rode out another wave of pain, 'what did he do to you Sammy?'

'Nothing Dan-Dean.' Sam stammered his strength of will finally giving out and he slumped against the side of Dean's bed barely conscious.

'What did he do Sam?'

'Twisted my wrist a bit.' Sam mumbled, 'I wanna go home Dean.'

'Yeah so do I kiddo, but we're just gotta stay strong for a little longer until dad finds us.' Dean whispered trying to stifle a gasp of pain as he moved onto his stomach, 'fuck it hurts.'

'I'm so sorry Dean ... so sorry.' Sam wept curling onto his side he let out a wet sob and sank into the abyss once again. His long thin frame appeared to shrink, and curl into himself his braced leg sprawled awkwardly away from him, his injured wrist tucked in by his chest. Dean buried his face in the pillow and tried to block out everything succeeding until he heard the soft sobs coming from his little brother. This was not going to happen; he was not going to let Ed win.

Pushing himself up Dean forced himself to sit on the edge of the bed, once his regained his equilibrium he slipped down onto the floor and wrapped his arms around Sam's shoulders. Nestling Sam's head on his extended legs Dean kept his back from the mattress side but rested his head against it.

'S-Sorry De...' Sam hiccupped as he burrowed deeper against his brother, clutching at him with his good hand, he tried to be mindful of Dean's back but it was all so overwhelming. They sat there until both had cried out their energy; lethargically Sam lifted his head and took a shuddering breath, 'gotta look at your back man.' He sniffed, 'you're still bleeding.'

'Huh? Oh yeah thanks Sammy,' Dean grinned though it looked more like a grimace, 'so okay Princess how do you propose to do that? You can hardly move ... fuck Sam he's got you just the same as you were when you were a little guy and Claude ...'

'Claude? He was the clown wasn't he?' Sam swallowed convulsively, 'it's weird ya know I wasn't that old with Claude but I remember him more than Ed.'

'I guess it's coz Ed preferred older kids where Claude was the one who loved the babies.' Dean said, 'Claude kept your leg and wrist hurting ya, if they started to get better then he hurt you again.' Dean's voice took on an edge that Sam recognised immediately, the "I'll kill you again and again if I could" tone. 'Ya know Sammy, it's weird but if I didn't know better ...'

'You'd think it was Claude and not Ed?' Sam finished for his brother while he tried to staunch the last of the weeping welts, 'shit Dean he sliced your back what did he use?'

'A ... a ... ahh fucking shit that hurt ... a cane switch I think.' Dean shuddered as Sam pressed on one particularly deep welt, 'damn it.'

'That is enough cursing Daniel or do you want another punishment?' Ed snarled startling the brothers. 'Get off the floor I expect more out of my sons than to crawl about on the floor.'

Ed grabbed Dean by the arm and twisted it as he lifted him before tossing the semi-conscious young man on the soiled sheets then he turned to Sam lying huddled on the floor, 'come with me Sean I have some people I want you to meet this evening and I have to get you cleaned up.'

'Leave Sammy alone you fucking bastard!' Dean roared launching himself at their captor and sending them flying into the hallway. Using the momentum and surprise against Ed, Dean managed to land a couple of hard punches, dirty and sloppy but they hit home stunning the man.

'Sammy?' Dean gasped, 'come on dude we have to get outta here.' Dean turned back to Sam when he felt a hand grip his ankle, and just managed to roll with the jerking motion landing a heel kick onto Ed's stomach winding him.

'Dean!' Sam cried out the warning but was too late when another man appeared behind his brother, horrified he watched Dean collapse unconsciously to the floor blood trickling from a cut just behind his right ear.

TBC