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.

S—D

Chapter Nine: The same can be different too.

Then:

'Doctors, Uncle Bobby, Uncle Jim, dad.' Sam hung his head at the mention of his dad, 'sent dad away.'

'No, no you didn't send dad away Sammy,' Dean said a little more forcefully than he intended but this time his brother didn't dissolve into tears or screaming apologies. Instead Sam just sat there with a strange smile on his face.

'You're right Dean, dad hates me and nothing I can do bout it. Didn't send him away coz he was already gone.'

'Sam?' Dean cupped Sam's face with his free hand and made him look up, 'what's the matter dude?'

'C-Cold … so-so c-c-cold.' Sam shivered and moved closer to Dean craving his body warmth.

'Sam?' Dean felt the temperature drop too fast to be normal, wrapping his arm around Sam's shoulders Dean scanned the area for any danger present.

'De…' Sam pointed to the corner by the window. 'How?'

Dean followed Sam's finger, his face paling even more when he realised who it was standing in the corner. 'Don't you touch him!' He yelled out as Sam screamed.

Now:

'Dean? Sam? What is it?' Jim asked as he burst into the room quickly followed by Janice and Bobby. 'Boys?'

'N-nightmare s'all.' Sam whispered turning to face Dean, 'just a n-nightmare.'

'Dean?' Jim asked the older boy as he felt the chill in the air; Dean gave the preacher a subtle shake of the head and cradled Sam closer to him.

'Sam are you in pain?' Janice asked as she moved closer to the bed and placed a gentle hand on Sam's forehead, 'you're awfully warm.'

Sam closed his eyes and leant towards the feminine contact, such soft gentle hands, such a tender touch and then he started to shiver uncontrollably. Memories came flooding back as though a floodgate had opened in his mind. The touch, so soft and feminine was the same as Claude's and that other man's.

'What did you do to him?' Dean demanded as he watched his brother start to close down again, 'what the fuck did you do?'

'Nothing I assure you Dean, but I need to get Sam some help and something to help calm him.'

'No way in fucking hell are you drugging my brother,' Dean snarled, 'get away from him.'

'Dean please you need to let Janice help you.' Jim tried to get through to the younger man but stopped when he glimpsed the dullness of Dean's normally vibrant green eyes and the warring terror and maliciousness lying just beneath the dullness.

'Jim why don' you take Janice outta here and I'll stay with the idjits.' Bobby spoke quietly as he placed himself between the well-meaning psychiatrist and the brothers, 'it'll be fine Doc I promise.'

S—D

'It's alright Dean, Sam she's gone now.' Bobby said as the door snicked shut behind Janice and Jim, 'it's just us now.'

'B-Bobby?' Dean looked up at the gruff looking salvage yard man and relief slid across his face relaxing him slightly, 'take us home?'

'What's going on ya idjit?' Bobby asked his voice heavy with affection for the boys he has helped raise since Sammy was nothing but a babe in arms.

'We had a visitor and we can't … I can't protect Sam here.'

'Sam's still in traction Dean…'

'Don't care Uncle Bobby I wanna go home.' Sam blinked and squinted up at his uncle, 'can we go home with you?'

'What's going on boys?' Bobby asked as he checked the windows, the salt lines and sigils carefully hidden around the hospital room.

'I – I … he's dead Uncle Bobby, he's dead but he was here and, and he wants…' Sam shook his head and dropped his head back onto his pillows the exertion of trying to talk and to hide his fear taking their toll on his limited energy levels.

'Get the doc to sign us out please Uncle Bobby, I can't protect Sammy here,' Dean used his own version of Sam's puppy eyes.

'Dean calm down ya idjit and give me yer report.' Bobby ordered knowing that Dean would respond more to the command tone than to a gentler pandering tone, internally though he cringed and for that split second hated John Winchester and his marine style child-raising.

'Yes Sir,' Dean dropped his chin to his chest and took a few deep breaths before he lifted his head and managed to meet Bobby's steady gaze. 'Temperature dropped suddenly, Sam started to feel something in here and then … then he was standing in that corner.'

'Over here?' Bobby asked as he stepped over to the corner Dean indicated pulling out his EMF meter as he moved.

'Yes Sir.' Dean jumped when the small machine started to emit a loud beeping, the lights flashing indicating that there had been something in the room with the boys.

'Bad boy, been a bad boy he's gonna come and punish me again,' Sam whispered sleepily, 'he can see what I do and he knows when I'm bad.'

'No Sam it's all just a – a game to make you think that,' Dean desperately tried to get through to his brother but this time he felt as though he was on the losing end, he could feel, literally feel Sam slipping away from him. 'Please don't go Sam, please stay with me I can't do this without you.' Dean whispered the words close to his brother's ear internally wishing and praying that Bobby didn't hear him beg.

Bobby watched the boys for a few more moments and then with a determined look on his face went in search of the doctors, he wanted answers and he wanted the truth, something was haunting his boys and he was going to put a stop to it all.

'Bobby?' Jim called out just as he saw Bobby march down the hallway, 'please Bobby slow down my legs aren't as young as I want them to be.'

'Sorry Jim but I got some things I want to git off mah chest.' Bobby said as he went to push past his long time friend.

'What's happened Bobby? I just left Janice in her office and … well to be frank I'm a little worried about her thoughts on Sam and Dean's treatment.'

'Which is?' Bobby asked as he started to get a tightness in the pit of his stomach, 'she doesn't…'

'Doctor … Janice feels that it would be in the boys' best interest to have them placed in a facility where and I quote they can get specialised medical and therapeutical treatment and where they can be closely watched and monitored.'

'She has no idea …'

'What that would do to the boys…'

'It'll kill em,' Bobby scratched his beard and met pastor Jim's even stare, 'they want to get out of here Jim, go back to my place where they feel safe. Sounds like Claude has been making an uninvited appearance.'

'Claude's dead … the cold spot … Sam's almost catatonic … we have to do something Bobby,'

'and Johnny boy aint gonna be any help at all,' Bobby said as he started to pace a few paces backwards and forwards. 'Jim … we're gonna have to convince the docs that Sam and Dean will be safer in Sioux Falls with me and not have them call CPS at the same time coz we're planning something that goes against their plans for the brothers.'

'When did this get even more complicated?' Jim mused, 'well we had better get this over with.'

'United force?'

'Any other way?' Bobby asked with a small grin.

S—D

An hour later two very disgruntled and angry looking medical professionals followed a scruffy salvage yard owner and a "man of the cloth" into the private ICU room occupied by the brothers Winchester.

'Sam? Dean? You both awake?' Jim asked as he stepped closer to Sam's side, 'the doctors, Bobby and I have been talking and we need to discuss things with you.'

Dean sat up a little straighter and glanced at the four arrivals and then at his little brother who remained still in his bed, his only visible movement aside from the slight rise and fall of his chest, was the agitated twisting of his fingers in the sheet covering his long body.

'Well what is it?' Dean snarled watching the doctors closely.

Doctor Shawn Collins cleared his throat and glanced at Bobby before he turned to talk to Dean directly. 'Your Uncles here have told us that you want to leave the hospital.'

'Yeah, look doc I get that we're still healing and that, I get that I do but for us to … we'll feel better at home and Uncle Bobby's place is where we feel home, if we can't go there we want to go to Blue Earth with Pastor … Uncle Jim.' Dean said. While he spoke Dean felt the tension rise in his brother and tenderly placed his hand on the crook of Sam's elbow and squeezed just enough for his little brother to feel his presence, his touch.

'I'm sorry but this is ridiculous … these boys need to be placed in a facility where they can be treated and watched…' Janice started to protest when she stopped herself after hearing her own words, 'I'm sorry that didn't come out the way I intended.'

'No harm, no foul but no facility either doc.' Dean snapped, 'we deal with our own issues … problems.'

'Dean you have to understand what you and Sam went through …'

'Lady unless you've had the same things done to you then don't you dare say I have to fucking understand.'

Sam flinched when he heard his brother's angry tirade against the doctors, he so wanted to join in with the discussion but he was too busy watching Claude who stood in the corner and took in everything that was being said. Sam chewed his lower lip and thought about the spirit of his tormentor, he would know where they were going to go to, he will follow them wherever they go and there was nothing Sam could do to stop it.

'Dean please I need you to calm down.' Shawn tried to sooth the situation before it escalated into a shouting match between the well-meaning psychiatrist and the eldest of his two patients. 'Janice perhaps you should …'

'I am not leaving this room Shawn, but … but …' Janice moved her gaze from the doctor to the pale faces of her patients she visibly settled down, 'Dean I am sorry I shouldn't have raised my voice or even entered into an argument with you.' She glanced over at Sam and then back at Dean, 'I just have your best interests at heart.'

'Look lady I know you think that you can help us but we can help ourselves.'

'Tell me Dean do you feel as though a furnace is burning deep in your stomach? That your blood is heating to the point where you feel like its going to start boiling?'

'What's that got to do with anything?' Dean asked still refusing to let his anger go.

'That is a symptom of Post Traumatic Stress, PTS is very serious Dean, it can manifest itself in many ways and can often happen a great deal of time after the event but considering your histories and the most recent incident you are both exhibiting PTS to the extreme.'

'Dean … De.' Sam whispered just loud enough for his brother to hear him, he hadn't even realised that they were arguing around him. 'He's here.'

'Sammy?' Dean blinked and instantly he let go of his impotent rage, outwardly anyway, he blocked the others from his awareness and focused all of his attention on Sam. 'What's wrong dude?'

'Over there,' Sam muttered he shifted his gaze slightly, skittering across to the same corner as before and then he concentrated on his fingers again, 'Claude's over there watching and listening.'

Dean opened his mouth and closed it again; he turned his rage filled stare to the corner and saw the spectre of Claude watching them and grinning, actually if Dean thought about it he could swear he heard giggling. Fucking giggling!

'Dean care to share with the rest of the class?' Bobby spat out tired of asking politely, 'what's wrong?'

'Ah nuthin Uncle Bobby,' Dean nodded discreetly towards the corner, 'we gotta get outta here Uncle Bobby? Uncle Jim please … please I'm begging here.'

Shawn watched the interaction between the brothers and everyone else, coming to the conclusion either these two boys were the best actors in history and could wrap everyone around their little fingers or his patients were in serious trouble. 'Do you feel as though you are still in danger here Dean?' Shawn asked ignoring the look on Janice's face.

'Well yeah Doc that goes without … we know we are Doctor and no offence but this is way more than you and your hospital guards.'

'None taken but what makes you think that you'll be any safer somewhere else rather than here?'

'Home ground Doc … aint nuthin' like it.' Dean smirked.

The door opened startling all of the occupants of the room, and nurse Arnold Cunningham came in pushing a trolley laden with the supplies for bed baths. 'Ah sorry I didn't realise there was a – a meeting going on … Just coming in to setup the patients' bed baths.'

'What are you doing on this floor Arnold?' Shawn asked frowning, 'you don't work on ICU.'

'Frank couldn't work this shift so I offered to switch with him.'

'What the fuck is he doing in here?' Dean yelled when he recognised the new arrival, with a guttural growl Dean attempted to launch himself at Arnold. 'Get the fuck out of here.'

'Hey, hey I didn't know it was you.' Arnold held his hands up in mock surrender an ugly smirk slid across his features.

'Dean!' Bobby managed to grab the younger man before he did damage to his still healing wounds, 'settle down son.'

'You know who this fucker is Uncle Bobby? He was the one who …'

'Get out of this room Arnold now!' Shawn ordered but before anyone else could react or say anything Dean managed to get close enough to the offending nurse to land a perfect punch to the man's nose, grinning maniacally when he heard an audible snap.

'You little shit,' Arnold spat out nasally, 'I'm pressing charges this time, aint gonna back down this time … you're history you fucking little shit and then your brother's fair game.' He pulled the door open and was gone before anyone could respond or even move.

S—D

'What the … what just happened?' Jim asked breaking the stunned silence. Dean laid back on his bed and turned onto his side, not wanting to admit just how much pain he was now in. He felt alive again, for the briefest of moments Dean felt alive but the ember died as quickly as it flared. Now, now his back hurt, he had a helluva headache and the burning need to sob his heart out, freaking girl cry baby, he mentally berated himself as he tugged Sam closer to him and shut them all out.

'He knows Dean,' Sam muttered as he melted into his brother's embrace, finally feeling safe even though it was the most fleeting of moments.

'This is a perfect example of why I feel that the brothers would be better off in a controlled environment.' Janice said.

'There has to be a compromise here somewhere,' Jim said looking at the woman, 'you don't understand the reasons why Dean reacted to that man.' He added.

'What do you mean by that?' Janice asked sure that she had all of the facts to do with the Murphy brothers.

'Arnold was one of the nurses who tried to separate the boys when they first arrived. He was inappropriately violent with them in attempting the separation, Dean broke his nose.' Shawn explained as he checked Dean's blood pressure and then called for Sherry to come in. While the doctor and nurse checked Dean's back and the multitude of staples, Bobby, Janice and Jim decided to go and get a coffee the two senior hunters both hoping that they could talk the psychiatrist around in the mean time.

S—D

'Well Dean you're lucky on two counts, one you didn't do much more damage to your back with your little display just now,' Shawn grinned as he finally got his young patient's attention, 'and two the staples can actually start to come out.'

'You mean it doc?' Dean blinked at him with a confused look reflecting in his green eyes.

'Yep I can't see why not, they are healing very nicely. Sherry would you set up the tray for me and make sure that we have extra padding and bandages.'

'Yes doctor,' Sherry smiled at Dean as she answered the doctor, 'I'll get it ready for you now.'

'Hey doc what about Sammy's leg?' Dean asked not wanting to push their luck but they had to be mobile in order to get discharged and that meant Sam couldn't be tied to the bed in traction.'

'I ah can't comment on that Dean but we'll get Sam's Orthopaedic down here as soon as humanly possible…'

'Thanks doc …' Dean smiled, it was a small, shy smile but Shawn was going to take anything he could to see these boys completely get well.

'Now that's a sight for sore eyes,' Shawn said, 'I'll be back in a few, don't go anywhere.'

'Oh so funny Doctor.' Dean snarked but his grin took the heat from his words, they were finally getting closer to the exit door. Blinking Dean looked around the room and realised that they were actually alone. No spirits or humans to aggravate them, to argue or to tell them what to do or not what to do. 'Hey Sammy we're finally alone.'

'No more Claude?' Sammy whispered his voice muffled against Dean's broad shoulders.

'No more Claude, no more doctors and nurses, no one just us for a couple of minutes.' Dean put his fingertips just under Sam's chin and tilted his head back so he could get a clear view of Sam's eyes.

'Dean?' Sam frowned and tried to pull his face away, 'don't…'

'Ah sorry Sammy …' Dean said dismayed, 'I ahh just wanted to see … see you that's all.'

'No, no my fault Dean not yours,' Sam's lower lip started to tremble as he fought to contain his emotions.

'Sammy don't do that,' Dean snapped his temper flaring again, 'you're not at fault, you didn't do anything to cause …'

'Didn't do anything to stop it either,' Sam said then he turned his head away and tried to detach himself from his brother a little, 'you shouldn't touch me Dean, I'm bad and it'll hurt you too.'

'Stop it Sam, I swear just stop it or I will.' Dean snapped his anger too close to the surface for him to control it effectively.

'Dean?' Sam whimpered when Dean gripped his arm tight enough to bruise, 'you … you're hurtin' me.'

'What the …?' Dean blinked and stared down at his hand snatching it away from Sam's arm, 'oh God Sam I am so sorry.'

'You okay Dean?' Sam asked as he stared up at his big brother, 'n-n-no more hurts?'

'No more hurts I promise,' Dean sighed when he heard footsteps coming towards their door, 'are you sure that you're okay Sam?'

S—D

Janice looked at the two men across the table from her, she felt as though she had done all of the compromising but at the same time felt relieved and almost satisfied at the outcome of it all. 'So do you think that the boys will go with it?'

'If it means getting out of here they will,' Jim smiled and patted her hand reassuringly, 'I believe that it is the best solution all the way round.'

'Bobby what do you think? You've been very quiet throughout it all, what do you really think?'

'That the idjits should stay put but that aint possible and no way in hell are ya locking my boys up so I guess that this will hafta do.'

'Bobby can I ask you … I've noticed a couple of times that you've referred to the brothers as 'my boys' but you are not their father …'

Bobby stared at the woman with a look akin to a deer in trapped in oncoming headlights, but recovered faster than she could realise and gave her a small but sincere smile, 'ya see their momma died when Sam was just six months old … John often stayed with me when they was little, my wife had passed away … anyway I got so close to the little trouble-makers that I …'

'Say no more I can understand that, somehow I think anyone would start to feel that way after spending time with them.'

'See that's just it Doc, Janice that's why the freaks go for the boys and that they're targeted by bastards like Claude and Ed. They have something about em both and well … they seem to attract attention wherever they go.'

'Especially Sam for some reason,' Jim finished for Bobby, 'let me get a coffee each for the boys as a treat and we can get back there to talk to them.'

'Better get the boy some pie and then he might not want to hit any of us then.' Bobby added dryly.

S—D

'Get outta here now,' Dean growled his voice rumbled through the room but finally didn't flinch from his brother.

'Aw come on Deano let's have some fun here,' Arnold smirked as he advanced to the beds, 'got someone who wants to see you guys but well with all of the fuss around ya'll and the guards he's havin' some trouble getting' to ya.'

'Who the fuck?'

'Your daddy wants to see ya David.' Arnold said, 'ya see I've spoken to your real daddy.'

Dean froze when he heard the words fall from the male nurse's mouth.

'Ahh now I gotcha attention.' Arnold sauntered over to the beds, 'now here's how it's gonna work. You and me are gonna go for a little walk, Ed wanted to take his little Sean too but he has to wait for the kid to be able to walk again.'

'No Dean please ….' Sam begged his brother; his emerald green eyes so wide with fear they appeared almost black, 'they'll hurt you again.'

'Leave my brother alone and I'll go with you.' Dean said pitching his voice low and desperately tried to maintain an even tone so he didn't scare Sam anymore than necessary.

'Oh and if ya'll wondering why Sherry hasn't come back with the doc … they're kind of all locked up at the moment.'

'What did … what the fuck did you do?'

'Behave and do what I tell ya and nothing yet …'

'Dean please …' Sam clung to his brother's arm, 'C-Claude…'

'Claude's gonna be waitin' for his boy but he won't do anything here if you come now Dean.' Arnold moved a wheelchair closer to Dean's bedside, 'time to say ya goodbyes.'

'Dean?'

'Sam please listen to me, go with Bobby and Jim … I'll meet ya at Bobby's.' Dean whispered in Sam's ear, 'tell em what's happening … love ya bro.'

'Don't go De…' Sam's eyes slid closed and his hand slipped lifelessly away from Dean's arm.

'What the fuck did you do?' Dean demanded of the man.

'Just a sedative … figured it'll be better for him … well the two of ya.' Arnold waved the syringe in front of Dean, 'do I hafta do the same to you?'

S—D

The coffees splashed on the floor as the cups slipped from Bobby's seemingly lifeless hands as he stepped into the ICU private room. The police guard was no where in sight; the same with Shawn and Sherry, Bobby rushed to Sam's bedside and pressed his fingertips against the teen's throat, 'he's alive.' He croaked out.

'Dean?' Jim called as he yanked open the bathroom door but there was no sign of the young man anywhere.

'Alert security, possible kidnapping from the ICU,' Janice snapped into the phone, 'page Doctor Shawn Collins and get security here ASAP.'

S—D

He felt weightless, his body moved seemingly of its own volition but he was dimly aware of hands that were not his own lifting him from the chair and dumping him unceremoniously onto a gurney. He wanted to open his mouth, to speak, to yell something but nothing would respond to his tattered thought processes.

A face suddenly appeared in his narrowing field of vision, 'sorry bout the drugs David but it's better for you this way, won't hurt so much and the boss wants ya in good … reasonable condition.'

'B-boss?' He croaked the word but only mangled sounds came out, 'who-who … wha-what?'

'Shh David don't fight it.' Arnold cooed as he stroked his prisoner's face, 'mind you I can see what the boss sees in ya, I really can.'

He fought the effects of the drug, he had to stay aware, to keep track of where he was being taken but soon he felt the full effects hit him and Dean found himself falling into the void.

TBC