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 DARK THEMES AND IMAGERY AHEAD!

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Chapter 12: Find one … lose one

Then:

Dean blinked and tried to focus on his father's face but he seemed to be getting further away, 'D-Dad?' he whispered as his eyes rolled back and he collapsed bonelessly into his father's arms.

Just as John gathered Dean into his arms, the acrid stench of burning flesh filled his nostrils and he turned to see the entire house succumb to the licking flames and dense smoke of fire.

Caleb trotted over with a bit of a shit-eating grin, 'so they'll find some interesting body posing when they find them.'

'Nice Caleb, always thought that you were a pyromaniac at heart,' John grinned, 'let's get back to Bobby's I really want to hear their reasons for not telling me the truth … well the whole truth.' He added looking down at his unconscious son cradled in his arms.

Now:

Sam moved in an almost trance like state, he had woken and tried not to make any noise or sound as he sat up and took in the living room. Everything seemed the same and yet it was so different; he could hear Jim and Bobby talking in the kitchen he knew that they were talking about him but he didn't have any energy left to care.

Slowly he pulled himself up and waited for the dizziness to stop attacking him before he tested his injured leg. So far so good and he had managed to limp to the front door with relative ease. Well as relative as it gets for someone in his condition.

Shaking his head Sam felt his resolve start to crumble, he had to keep moving he had to find Dean, Dean would know how to help him.

Moving into the salvage yard Sam risked a glance over his shoulder at the now closed front door; he had to make sure that no one was following him. The hand appeared in his line of vision beckoning him to follow. Sam took a deep breath he knew that it was the only way to protect his family, he was beyond saving but they weren't.

Hotwiring the small hatchback Bobby was repairing for his neighbour; Sam wrestled with his braced leg and felt as though he was losing the fight. Clenching his jaws tight Sam leant over and undid the Velcro snaps before tossing the hateful thing away. He didn't need it anymore, not after he stopped Claude.

Sending Bobby a silent thankyou for the car being automatic Sam put it into gear and carefully pulled onto the main road. Every so often the hand would appear guiding him towards the inevitable conclusion to Sam's short life.

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'Sammy!' Dean yelled as he slammed the door of his dad's truck shut; the small burst of adrenaline that had surged through him at the start of the driveway to Bobby's salvage yard was fading fast and it took all of his willpower to stay upright.

John hurried around the truck to help his eldest inside as he tried to hide his bemused smile, Dean had been practically comatose on the way back to Bobby's until they had come around the last bend in the road and drove up the driveway. Then the young man came to life.

'Hang on Dean … let me help ya.' John chided his son softly as he wrapped his arm around Dean just under his armpits.

'Dean … John it's good to see you two.' Jim said as he hurried outside, he wore a smile that seemed a little too forced and he had the demeanour of a man carrying more than the weight of the world.

'What's going on Jim?' John asked pausing for a second or two to let Dean catch his breath, 'where's Sammy?'

'Dean … it's good to see you son, very good to see you. We were all worried about you when you disappeared from hospital.'

'Jim … Where … Is … My … Son?' John said enunciating his words slowly and clearly as he stared up into the face of the cleric.

'John … Dean please come inside before you catch the death of you both.' Jim said paling as he spoke, 'Dean looks as though he is going to face plant the porch at any moment.'

'Pastor Jim please just tell us what's going on? Where's Sam?' Dean asked and let his father help him inside before speaking again. 'Is Sam alright? In bed? Napping? What? Where is he?'

'John … Dean it's good to see you both.' Bobby interrupted them, hurrying into the living room he clapped John on the shoulder and then turned to look down at Dean who was now seated on the sofa, 'how ya doing boy?'

'Bobby what's going on? Where's Sammy?' Dean asked staring directly at Bobby; his green eyes shining with unshed tears, 'I just want Sammy.'

'Sorry Dean but I can't …"

'Can't what Bobby? You're not making any sense!' John wanted to yell and rant at them for stalling so long; he just wanted to see his son and that was all.

'Sam's not here.' Jim sighed and sank down in the oversized lounge chair opposite Dean.

'What? Then where is he?' Dean asked his gaze shifting from Jim to Bobby and back again in an endless loop.

'He … he was down here asleep on that sofa yer sitting on now Dean,' Bobby admitted slowly, 'Jim and I were in the kitchen right there.'

'I came in to get Sam for dinner when I couldn't find him I went upstairs while Bobby checked the yard.'

'How long ago?' John felt as though his head was going to explode, the only thought was a simple one looping in his mind, what now?

'About an hour ago … we were starting to pull together a search party for Sam when you guys turned up.'

'But … but we just came up the road and there was no sign of Sam.' Dean said as his chest started to tighten, making his breathing stutter.

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Sam scrambled behind the elusive hand; he no longer wondered where he was heading or why he only saw the hand and nothing else. All he could think about was putting one foot in front of the other and staying upright.

His injured leg was numb; the shooting pain was gone and now there was nothing, all he could do was drag it along behind him and to try and not topple over. Exhausted both physically and mentally Sam had had it; he couldn't go any further even if he wanted to, with a small shake of his already aching head Sam let himself drop to the ground.

'You want me? Come and get me!' he yelled out, his voice holding a slightly hysterical tone, 'not going anywhere.'

'I need you Sam, you're mine now.' A voice whispered seductively around his head, more like an invisible mist than just missing a body.

'No, no too tired … leave me alone.' Sam whispered and tried to swat the annoyance away.

A high pitched screech made Sam's ears ache to the point of inducing a bleed, crying out he clasped his head in his hands, covering his ears. Desperately Sam tried to curl into a foetal position but his injured leg and abused upper body refused to cooperate.

A cold and slimy hand slid down Sam's exposed cheek making him cry out in shock and disgust, the trail of slime remained on his face, chilled, foul and stinking.

'No.' Sam tried to pull away but his body seemed to be frozen in the partial foetal position. His bad leg hung sluggishly and he was unable to bend it at all. Shivering Sam tucked his arms around his head and tried to make himself as small as possible. The hand shifted and he felt the repulsive touch as the fingers moved down his spine but this time once the hand moved away he felt fire racing down his back, unable to stop himself Sam let out a blood-curdling, primal scream filled with pain.

'Mine … I own you Sean, you are mine and no one else's.' The voice hissed in his ear as the air around Sam filled with a stench akin to rotted flesh: putrid was the only word to come to mind.

'N-no … not … m'Sam,' Sam tried to get the words out but his delicate physical condition was fast giving way to nothingness alongside his already fading psyche.

'No, you will not do this to me, I will have you Sean.' The entity started to take form; a hazy, smoky figure filled the mists and made it more corporeal. 'You are mine Sean forever.'

Sam opened his eyes and tried to focus on the horrific clown's face floating above him. 'No … no m'Sam … die first.' Sam pushed the words through his frozen lips as he pulled a pen knife out of his jeans pocket with a shaking hand. 'S-sorry Dean.'

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Dean pushed away his father and refused to look at Jim and Bobby; all he wanted was Sam by his side. They had been pulled apart so violently at the hospital and he thought after that he would never see his little brother again until his dad rescued him. But now, now when he's safe Sam's gone taken without anyone even realising it.

Wheezing Dean started to clutch at his throat unable to breath, 'D-Da…'

'Dean, Dean what is it son?' John dropped to his knees in front of Dean and watched horrified as Dean struggled to breath.

'S-Sam-mmy.' Dean pushed the words out.

'What … what is it? Do you …?' John shook his head in disbelief and sat back on his haunches to glance up at Bobby and Jim wanting them to tell him what was going on, he felt … lost.

Frustrated Dean pushed at his father to get him to move away and then on shaking legs he stood up and lurched towards the door, he'd find Sam himself. Without looking back to see if the others were following him Dean headed off in the direction where the pull was the strongest.

Dumbfounded John watched as Dean dragged himself outside, he literally shook himself out of his momentary stupor and climbed to his feet, 'come on.' He grunted to the others as he grabbed a duffle filled with weapons, first aid and other bits of pieces they might need when they finally find Sam.

'We searched the yard already John.' Bobby said struggling to keep up with the younger man, 'I don't know where else to look.'

'I think Dean does … fuck it Bobby I aint got any other explanations but the connection between my boys.' John said without looking back at the men behind him, 'if you don't want to come then …'

'Just wait a second ya hot-headed idjit … we just need to know where we're looking.' Bobby argued as he grabbed John's arm and pulled him up, 'I'm gonna go back and get a truck, call me on the cell when you find him.'

'Th-thanks Bobby,' John said with the hint of a sad grin, 'dunno why I didn't …'

'Just go and find yer sons.' Bobby answered gruffly before turning back to the main sales area of his salvage yard.

Jim looked up at John for a couple of heartbeats before moving off to follow Dean's berserker rush through the steel filled car cemetery. The two men walked in a tense silence, both of them in deep thought and preoccupied with morbid thoughts once they found the brothers.

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Dean drew in each breath as though he was breathing in shards of glass; it was loud and painfully cutting. Bracing himself against the carcass of a once proud automobile Dean wanted to shout out for his brother but nothing came out loud enough for anyone let alone his little brother to hear.

'Sam?' he croaked out when looking around frantically for a clue on where to head next and his gaze dropped onto a hunched body lying too still on the ground, wedged beneath the remnants of cars and assorted chunks of metal. 'Sammy?'

Stumbling slightly Dean forced himself to keep moving until he dropped heavily onto his knees next to the very familiar body. 'Ah damn it Sammy what did you do?' he asked breathlessly when he saw the bloodied knife clutched in the whiter-than-white hand. With shaking fingers Dean felt for a pulse, for any sign of life in his little brother.

TBC

AND REMEMBER PLEASE I NEVER WRITE DEATH FICS ESPECIALLY WHERE THE BOYS ARE CONCERNED...

Though I might bang em up to the point of death ... mmmmmwahahahahaha