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 10: United We Stand, Divided We Fall.

Then:

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 affects hit him and Dean found himself falling into the void.

Now:

An hour later the fuss around the private ICU room had finally died down and no one was any wiser on the whereabouts of Dean and why Sam was not responding to anything or anyone. Jim had left with the doctors and security to help with the search while Bobby stayed at Sam's side, the teenager lay staring at the window with such a forlorn and lost look on his face that it made the gruff hunter want to tear up. 'Sam kiddo please talk to me, what happened to Dean?' Bobby tried once again to get through to him, sighing heavily Bobby patted Sam's hand and sat back in his seat. 'When yer ready I guess.'

'Dean's gone Uncle Bobby.' Sam whispered as he slowly turned his head and slowly focussed on his surrogate uncle and father. 'Why did he go with him?'

'Who Sam … Who did Dean go with?' Bobby leant forward slightly and gave Sam his full attention, knowing how skittish the kid was he didn't make any sudden moves or raised his voice in anyway. He was just glad that Sam trusted him enough to open up to him.

'Arnold came back and told Dean that he had to go with him, I tried Uncle Bobby, I tried to make Dean stay but he went with him … Arnold said something but I – I don't know what.'

'That's okay son, I'm sure that the only reason Dean went with him was because he had no other choice.'

'Dean told me to go with you and Pastor Jim, and that he'll meet me at your place.' Sam sniffed and tried to sound braver and more confident than he felt, 'said he'd find me again … he's gonna come back isn't he?'

'Yeah Sam, if that idjit said he's comin' back for ya then he is.' Bobby said patting Sam's hand stiffly.

'Arn-Arnold put sumfin in – in my … Bobby he's … workin' for them.' Sam whispered as he struggled to sit up, 'we gotta go find him.'

'Whoa, whoa hang on Sam you're still all attached to that traction thingy.'

'Please … I gotta do this Uncle Bobby.' Sam pleaded turning his full on puppy eyes on Bobby, 'I can't be …'

'Can't be what son?'

'This scared little boy anymore,' Sam admitted shifting his gaze to stare at his braced leg, 'I don't want to be scared anymore.'

'Son you and yer brother, the two of ya are the bravest men I have ever known, many would have taken the easy way out but not you or Dean, the both of ya are still fighting and workin' yer way through.'

'Don't feel like it,' Sam gave Bobby a tremulous smile and was ready to settle back on his bed when he heard someone just outside their door and he panicked. 'B-Bobby? Please …'

'It's alright son I'll see to it,' Bobby replied quickly seeing the panic in Sam's face he realised that the kid was on the verge of losing it completely, getting up he patted Sam's shoulder as he stepped towards the door. Closing the door behind him Bobby stared up and down the hallway, but there was no one around. Cursing under his breath Bobby burst back into the room just in time to see the ghostly form of Claude straddling an unconscious Sam.

'Gerroff him you bastard.' Bobby snarled pulling the iron blade from the small sheath on his belt he threw it in one fluid moment, scattering the spirit of the paedophile. 'Sam? Sam? Oh God…'

S—D

Dean groaned and rolled over just in time to throw up the meagre contents of his stomach that mainly consisted of bile and other rancid fluids. He was lying on a soft bed in a well appointed room with large barred windows on one wall, an ensuite just opposite his bed and a walk in robe next to it. Bleary eyed he went to sit up but felt the pull in his back and decided against it. He felt so strange, as though his head and body were separated and swapped with someone else's.

'Ah good to see you awake son,' a man's voice broke Dean out of his reverie and made him turn to look at the new arrival.

'What the fuck? Where am I?'

'Why you're home David, ahh I see you're still feeling unwell,' the man continued to speak as he wandered around the room, 'don't you remember your old room?'

'This aint my room and I am not yer son, so if ya don't mind…' Dean bit back the pain from his back and pushed himself upright, intending on getting out of there when he realised that he was completely naked. 'What the hell?'

'You were rather ill last night and it was easier for me to put you to bed like that,' that infuriatingly cheerful voice grated on Dean's raw nerves, why can't I remember?

'Look I dunno what your game is but … I gotta get outta here so where's my clothes?'

'David I understand …'

'Screw you my name aint David!' Dean spat out, 'my name is … my name is … ARGH!' Dean gripped the sides of his head as the pain jack-knifed through his mind and nerve endings. 'No, no this is not happening … my name is ahh name is Dean.' He finally got out his name as blood poured from his nose and with his headache intensifying that the only thing he could do was to pass out. 'Sammy.' It was all he was able to utter as the darkness finally took the pain away.

'Hmm he is a strong one.'

'Yes well I am not paying you to comment on my son, make sure that he has his medication in two hours and up the dosage to the next level.'

'Yes Sir, anything ya say Sir,' Arnold smirked as he stared down at Dean's bare chest, 'I'll look afta ya kid for ya Sir.'

'I don't want you to look after him I want you to do what I say when I say it.'

'Look my dad said that you needed my help and that's what I'm doing but I want my bite of the cherry as well.'

'You touch him and you will die do you understand?' Ed snarled as he pushed the younger man out of the room, 'your father gave me permission to use you any way I see fit so you would be wise not to upset me.'

Arnold stared at Ed with a look of pure hatred but kept his mouth shut, he knew what his father told him and he was not in the mood for another punishment. He stared at the unconscious form of Dean lying splayed across the bed and suddenly he was seeing a different scene altogether.

January 22nd 1986

'Hey kid you okay?' Arnold asked the kid he remembered who's name was Dean and squatted down in front of him and his sobbing little brother, 'you're in my home class aren't ya?'

'Yeah, and yeah we're okkies, Sammy just fell down that's all,' Arnold watched as Dean pulled his little brother into his arms managing to hold him on his hip and cradle his head against his shoulder. Little Sam's fingers twisted into the back of his shirt linking the brothers together. 'M'Dean and this is Sammy.'

'Hey I'm Arnie I sit three rows back you the new kid?'

'Hey well we'd better get back before our dad goes ballistic.'

'Yeah I know what that's like my dad can be a total drag as well.' Arnie grinned as he watched Dean put Sam down and held his hand tightly, placing himself between them as they walked back to the small apartment block next to the park.

'You live round here too Arnie?'

'Yeah me, my ma and dad and stupid big sister,' Arnie sniffed and dragged the back of his hand across his nose catching the drips. 'she's a pain coz she just wants to play wif boys now and ya know what I mean by play?' Arnie giggled and nudged Dean with his elbow.

'Well this is me, so is the pip squeak okay?'

'Yeah he's fine aren't ya Sammy?'

'Yeah m'tough like you Deanie.' Sammy smiled up at his brother and then glanced shyly at Arnie, 'how comes yer sista likes to play wif boys?'

'Coz she's dumb little dude.' Arnie laughed and with a wave goodbye started to head off towards the apartment building next door to Sam and Dean's home, Dean grinned happily to think that he might have a new friend next door to them. Arnie turned and waved again just as a large van pulled up next to him.

'Arnie how are you son?'

'You're not my dad.'

'Ah Arnold you have really grown into a beautiful little boy.'

'Arnold!' Ed yelled again and slapped the younger man's face, 'what the fuck are you doing?'

'Huh? What?' Arnold blinked and was suddenly brought back to the present, he looked down at the young man on the bed and the realisation hit him hard. 'You … you bastard.' Arnold snapped angrily and shoved Ed against the wall, 'you bastard you're just like him, no, no you're worse.'

'What the fuck … get it together ya little shit or I'll make ya.' Ed snarled as he pulled himself up against the wall until he was standing properly again, 'what has gotten into you?'

'You … you was in the van with him weren't ya? You was there on that day when he took me?'

Ed went to shut the bedroom door and get the little nutter away from his son but Arnold was too fast for him and suddenly he found himself lying on the floor with a bloodied mouth and Arnold standing over him, shaking with rage as he clenched and unclenched his fists, 'you were the one driving and you took me from my family.'

'I have no idea what you're on about yer little shit but I'm gonna make ya pay for what ya did to my face.' Ed scrambled to get up but Arnold aimed a powerful kick into his side flipping him over onto his side following him down the passage way Arnold kicked him continually indiscriminately hitting his now unconscious victim.

Opening the door to Ed's special room Arnold found a pair of handcuffs and some chain, and then he dragged Ed into the room, an evil glint in his normally dull eyes formed as he found the perfect place to tie the creep up. 'Don't go anywhere Uncle Eddy.' Arnold said as he stood back to take a look at his handiwork. He had stripped Ed down to his boxers and placed him face down on the piece that resembled a pummel horse, handcuffing his wrists to the legs on one side and with chains this time his ankles on the other side. He finished the look with a ball-gag effectively trussing the man up like a Christmas turkey. 'Don't go anywhere Uncle Eddy.' He repeated slapping Ed's ass as he walked past. For the first time in his relatively short life Arnold felt free. Even though "father" allowed him to work as a nurse at the hospital he was not permitted to go anywhere else or to have any social contacts outside the house. The hospital serving as a "supermarket" for drugs and medical paraphernalia as his "father" required them, Arnold was sure that was the only reason why he was allowed to work.

Rubbing his hands together he went back down to the bedroom and one Dean Winchester or Murphy or whatever name he was given now. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Arnold licked his lips and ran an appreciative eye along the lean body covered only by a sheet.

'Damn waste that's for sure,' Arnold muttered, 'I'd sure like to look after ya.' Leaning over he tapped Dean's cheek, 'come on Dean wakey, wakey.'

S—D

Jim helped Bobby disconnect all of the traction pullies from Sam's braced leg and then dressed him while Bobby packed up the boys' meagre possessions, 'do you think we need a wheelchair?' Jim asked as he gently laid Sam back on the pillows.

'Nah I'm gonna carry him, quicker that way.' Bobby said as he paused for a second, 'did ya git hold of that father of theirs?'

'I left a message … again.' Jim sighed, 'told him to meet us at your place.'

'Did ya say anything bout Dean?'

'No, no I thought that would make him do something even stupider than normal.'

'Good thinking Padre.' Bobby said with a grin, 'okay let's git this show on the road.'

Bobby picked Sam up easily, unable to believe just how light the teenager was even with the cumbersome brace on his leg, shook his head and settled Sam's head against his shoulder.

Just as Jim opened the door he stood face to face with Janice Day her smile gone and replaced with a look of unadulterated anger, 'I thought we had discussed this.'

'We did Doctor and you were out-voted.' Bobby said as he pushed past her with his precious bundle.

'I'm going to call the police this is kidnapping.' Janice snapped as she tried to keep up with the two men.

'Not when we have the signed discharge papers from Doctor Collins,' Jim said as he passed the paperwork to the very rattled woman.

'I must protest this is not in the best interest of the patient.'

'Sam is not the patient as you so put it,' Jim snapped his patience with the counsellor nearing its end, 'and there was another attempt on Sam's life after Dean's abduction, now the police and the doctors and the boys' daddy all agree that it is no longer safe for Sam here.'

Bobby blinked and stared at the preacher in shock; this was one of the very few times he had seen Jim lose his temper and yell at a woman. 'Didn't know ya had it in ya Preacher Man.' He chuckled as the elevator pinged and the doors slid open for them.

They stepped into the car and stared at the woman as she stood in total shock and disbelief, 'see ya later Doc.' Bobby smiled as he cradled Sam closer when he felt the young man whimper and start to shake.

'W-wait.' Janice slipped in between the closing doors and stood facing the determined hunters, 'alright I agree it's no longer safe here but please Sam needs counselling, he needs help can you at least let me call someone who can help you?'

'Thank you Janice that would be good, we'll be in Sioux Falls for a while,' Jim said 'you have Bobby's contact details?'

'Yes, yes I do, actually I know of an excellent therapist in Sioux Falls, he specialises in male sexual assault and paedophilia … he works at St. Andrews.'

'That'll be fantastic Janice and thank you again.'

'Uncle Bobby?' Sam whispered clutching tightly to the man's shirt, 'what's happening?'

'Taking ya home kiddo, we're taking ya home.'

S—D

Arnold gave Dean a glass of water and sat back watching him carefully, 'how's the head?'

'Feel like I've done twenty rounds with a grizzly and lost.' Dean mumbled as he sipped the water, 'what's going on?'

'I ahh … well just say that Ed is a little tied up now,' Arnold grinned.

'And?' Dean asked suspiciously as he glanced over at the locked door and then looked around for his clothes, 'so what am I supposed to call you father now?'

'Nope, my name is Arnold, or at functions I'm Falcon.'

'Shit not another one … what do you all come in sets of twelve or sumfin?'

'Might appear like that but actually I'm the same age as you or near to it.' Arnold ran his sweaty palms down his thighs and glanced over at the gorgeous and naked man in the bed, 'damn it … why can't you be on the other side of the fence?'

'Ahh excuse me?'

'Do you remember back in 86, your kid brother had fallen down and I came over to see if he was okay?'

Dean stared at the young man and tried to get his scattered memories under some sort of order, 'ahh vaguely … I remember a kid … Arnie?'

'That's me, that's the day I was snatched.' Arnold said, 'never been home since Father keeps a tight leash on me.'

'I ahh … remember a van pulling up I went to warn ya but … but you seem to know them.'

'Father … his real name is Gerry Barrett he was a cop and he knew my ma … kind of family acquaintance.'

'I'm sorry Arnie, maybe if I had got ya to run or something.' Dean said feeling the immediate guilt when the face of an eight year old Arnie flashed in front of his eyes.

'Not your fault Dean, he told me that ma was in a car accident and that he was gonna take me to the hospital where dad and my sister were waiting.'

'And kids are told to listen to the cops, sorry man.' Dean said with a genuine look of sympathy. 'We were taken by a madman around the same time, long, long story but we ended up … home but when we were … we were taken by Claude when Sammy was four. Long, long story later we managed to get away from the bastards but they … they came back.' Dean turned his face away to hide the tears and emotions glistening in his eyes, he was not going to show any tears in front of Arnold, the kid was too well indoctrinated into the life of a paedophile's "son". 'Can, can you help me get outta here Arnie?' Dean asked deliberately using the name he had known him by, 'I gotta get back to Sammy, he's not doin' so good.'

'I dunno Dean, I mean I got Ed all trussed up but getting outta here might be a bit harder.' Arnold said as he chewed his lower lip, he hated the thought of losing his first and only friend so soon after finding him again.

'Claude's still after Sammy, I hafta get back to him …' Dean turned his own version of the "Puppy-Sammy" look, 'they did stuff to him Arnie, me it doesn't matter they can do whatever but Sammy … he's just a kid.'

'I'm really sorry Dean I wish I could help ya.' Arnold said as he stood up, 'umm I'll see if I can find yer clothes.'

'Thanks man, and for what it's worth I am sorry.' Dean said as he sank back against the pillows an overwhelming tiredness coming over him nearly wiped him out.

'Dean?'

'Yeah dude?'

'You did … you did get out didn't ya?'

'Yeah we did for a while, I'm gonna make sure that they never, ever get their filthy hands on us again Arnold.' Dean said making Arnold step back when he saw the murderous look in his eyes there was no doubt in Arnold's mind that Dean was going to follow through with his vow.

S—D

Bobby laid Sam down in his own bed and gently covered him with the quilt, he had Jim had shared the driving so they could do it in one hit, the kid slept most of the way, the heavy duty pain meds helping out a lot with that.

'Uncle Bobby?' Sam opened his eyes slightly and tried to focus on the older man's face.

'Yeah kiddo? Do ya need anything?'

'Where's Dean?'

'He'll be here soon kiddo, I swear he'll find a way back to ya.'

'He's still gone isn't he? They took him for good this time?'

'No, no Sam nothing like that … ya know yer brother he'll move heaven and hell to get back to ya.'

'Dean's gone this time Uncle Bobby,' Sam yawned and slowly closed his eyes again, 'I'm … m'tired Uncle Bobby.'

'Git some sleep kiddo I'll be right here if ya need me.'

'Don't worry bout me Uncle Bobby, m'fadin' away an' no one's gotta worry bout me no more.'

'Dammit Sam Winchester don't ya dare say things like that, Dean's comin' back and so's yer daddy yer just hafta hang in there with me.'

'Just fading 'way, Claude's makin' sure I'm a fadin' 'way.' Sam said as he slipped into a deep but restless sleep.

'Aw Sammy, don'tcha go givin' up on us kiddo, coz we're not givin' up on ya, ya idjit.'

TBC