War, What's it good for? Absolutely nothing!

Disclaimer: Nope still nothing, was hoping for an early birthday present from Mr Kripke but sigh still nothing.

Author's Note: This is a different story altogether for me so please bear with me. This is a futuristic story, everything in the show has been and passed, the biggest difference is that all of the seals are broken

CHAPTER THREE: Nothing is as easy as it seems; especially for a Winchester!

Present Time:

Bobby opened his eyes and met Janice's worried stare, 'what you looking at woman?' he grumbled but there was no heat behind his words, actually if he was honest with himself; he liked having the woman worry about him.

'A stupid old man who should know better.' Janice smiled warmly, 'how are you feeling?'

'Like I've been run over by a semi ... twice.'

'Want me to get Ethan?'

'No, no just argh, Sam and Dean?'

'No sign of them.'

'Dammit, I gotta git going.' Bobby tried to sit up but was stopped by two annoying things, one was the sharp pain, and dizziness that assailed him the other was a rather warm hand and pretty face. 'What?'

'Lie back down and let me finish patching you up.' Janice gently ran a warm rag over his face, wincing when she saw his involuntary flinch, 'sorry.'

'Ah had worse.' Bobby relaxed under the tender ministrations, 'thanks Janice.'

'Well, well the great Bobby Singer thanking me ... my pleasure Bobby honestly.'

'Bobby we got some intel on Lilith.' An excited sounding Pete Munro burst into the room breaking the quiet moment between Bobby and Janice. At seventeen Pete Munro witnessed the possession of his father, who brutally murdered his mother and older brother; leaving Pete, his twin sister Penny and younger brother Danny barely alive. With the threat of CPS breaking the remaining siblings up, Ethan took them in, now two years later, Pete is a full time hunter, Penny works as a nurse with Ethan and Danny is in his last year of high school with the intentions of hunting with Pete when he graduates.

'Calm down kiddo and tell me whatcha talking about.' Bobby tried not to grin at Pete's enthusiasm, he reminds him so much of a younger Dean.

'A kid fitting the description of Lilith's latest meat-suit was reported missing by her parents, the same day that kid was spotted at the old mill ruins.'

'Interesting, and how did you come by this intel?'

'A pretty young police officer ...' Pete gave Bobby a wink and had a shit-eating grin on his face, 'Carmen told me that they are searching the entire town to find Katrina King aged seven years of age, the little girl is a severe asthmatic and doesn't have her medication on her.'

'Oh no.' Janice cried out with her hand over her mouth.

'And this pretty young police officer tell you anything else?' The similarities with Dean and Pete were not lost on Bobby whatsoever.

'Yeah her phone number.' Pete waggled his eyebrows but then sobered very quickly, 'we are did a quick drive by the mill.'

'and?'

'and there's definitely signs of activity, we saw at least six men moving around the ruins and evidence of ... traces of sulphur so we thought we had better hightail it back here and get back up.' Pete finished breathlessly and then looked at Bobby with a hopeful look on his face.

'Good work Pete.' Bobby said after a few beats of silence.

'Thanks Bobby.' The young man beamed, 'Ethan said that he'll pull the troops together in the main room.'

'No problems ... Pete was there any sign at all that ...'

'Sorry Bobby nothing, no sign of Dean or Sam at all.'

S—D

The Mill Ruins:

The empty cage, stained with blood, sat amongst the ruins like an altar for some sadistic sacrifice. The occupants, now hung from large hooks suspended from the roof, or rather what remained of the roof.

'De?' Sam tried to lift his head but the pain was so intense he left it resting on his chest, 'De?'

'Fuckin' bitch!' Dean yelled, or rather thought that he had yelled, it sounded more like a pitiful whimper. 'Sammy?'

'Can't ... doesn't hurt.' Sam let out a choked chuckle.

'Damn it, just hang in there Sammy.'

'Yeah not much else to do.' Sam managed to lift his head enough to look at his brother, 'you look like shit.'

'Same back at ya.' Dean tried to grin but it turned out more like a grimace, his entire left side felt like it was on fire, he could feel the wetness of blood trickling down his arm and couldn't do a thing about it. 'Damn it got an itch.'

'Ew you two are so dirty.' Lilith skipped up to her two prisoners and stared at them thoughtfully, 'we's gotta clean you up, we've got a special guest coming for dinner tonight.'

'Thanks but think we'll pass.' Dean ground out.

'Why? You two are going to be the main course.' Lilith clapped her hands happily, 'mmm tasty.'

Sam stared at the little girl, concentrated solely on her and tuned out everything else, he had to stay focused while she was busy taunting Dean. It was the only chance Sam had, the fogginess in his mind had finally lifted, and he could feel his powers ever so slowly rise in him again.

The blood dripped down his upper lip, mingling with the dried blood already crusted at the corners of his mouth and along the deep split on his lower lip. He inhaled through his mouth, with his nose broken it was the only way. He could feel the power shudder through him and explode into a display worthy of any pyrotechnic display.

Sammy? Dean wanted so badly to risk a glance at his brother but knew deep down that the only thing he could do to help was to keep Lilith's limited attention span on him and let his brother do his thing. 'So dinner huh? If it's formal then we got a problem, aint got a tux.'

'Oh don't worry Dean you won't need to wear ... a silly tux.' Lilith giggled and clapped her hands, 'silly Deanie ... but you do need to clean up.'

'Ah gee well we can't come to dinner coz we're a little hung up.' Dean watched as Lilith's face started to contort a look of fear mixed with disbelief on her little face.

'No fair Sammy.' She screamed stamping her little foot. 'No fair.' Sam continued to concentrate, he focussed on pulling the smoke out of the little girl, nothing else, and no one else entered into his thoughts. The pain in his head became excruciating as the blood flowed freely from his nose now, once again he burst a small vessel in his left eye, and his tears soon turned crimson.

'No, no, no.' Lilith cried out as the smoke started to slide out of her, like a incorporeal snake slithering out of the small girl. Dean held his breath and stared at the sight in front of him, he couldn't bring himself to look at Sam in case he broke his brother's concentration.

As his strength waned, Sam tried to gather what was left of his ragged mind together so he could do one last thing to redeem himself before he died: Send Lilith back to hell.

A flash of lightening filled the ruins with an unholy silvery light, before everything was plunged in complete darkness.

S—D

Singer Salvage Yard

South Dakota

2nd December 2009

'Bobby I'm more than worried bout Sammy,' Dean started as he pulled at the label of his beer, 'he's slowly killing himself and I don't know what to do to stop him.'

'You're doing the best thing, you're there for him,' Bobby said but he knew that his words were hollow, he was feeling just like Dean, it was becoming hopeless.

'He won't do anything, no therapy nothing.' Dean drained his drink and dropped the bottle at his feet, 'maybe the doc was right.'

'What do ya mean by that?'

'Maybe Sammy should talk to someone?' Dean ran his hand over his face and stared over at the closest to a father he would ever have now.

'Give him a little more time Dean, I dunno maybe there's one little thing we could work with him ...'

'What?'

'Developing his powers.' Bobby said slowly and watched Dean closely waiting for an explosion of temper, but instead all he heard was a resigned sigh.

'Maybe it might ... at least then we won't have to worry bout that little bitch.'

'Where is Sam?'

'Where he is every day,' Dean sighed, 'in the bedroom.'

'He aint comin' out at all?'

'Nope only for meals and bathroom ... so how we gonna do it?'

'Full on attack.' Bobby grinned and slapped Dean's shoulder, 'no time like the present.'

'Lead on Obi One.'

Going inside the two hunters went directly to Sam's new bedroom, well bedroom for Sam and study for Bobby. They found the youngest Winchester lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling.

'So Sam finished counting the cracks?' Dean quipped as he perched himself on the edge of Sam's bed.

'Huh? What?' Sam blinked at his brother, he was lost in thought so deeply that he didn't hear either Bobby or Dean come in. He pulled his glasses off and shoved them under his pillow in embarrassment. 'What's wrong?'

'Funny you should ask that Sammy,' Dean glanced at Bobby and then back at his brother, 'you see Bobby and me have been talking.'

'And?' A deep pit started to form in Sam's stomach.

'We're gonna help you.' Bobby finished for Dean as he wheeled Sam's wheelchair closer to the bed. Sam eyed the hateful object with a venomous stare and then took a deep breath when he realised that Bobby and Dean were serious.

'What the? What are you two talking about?'

'Time to get to work Sammy.' Dean said as he pulled the blankets back revealing Sam's track-pants covered legs, his breathing hitched slightly when he saw just how wasted they were becoming.

'On what?' Sam tried to reach down for the blankets but Dean held them out of his reach.

'Sorry Sammy but this is for your own good.' Dean gently lifted Sam's legs to the side of the bed while Bobby braced his upper body.

'Dean please stop.' Sam cried out horrified.

'Firstly we're gonna get you cleaned up ... big time kiddo.' Bobby said ignoring Sam's indignation.

'and then we're gonna make sure you get something substantial to eat.' Dean continued

'before we get to work on expanding that gift of yours.'

'What?' Sam stared at the other two like they had suddenly lost their minds, 'you know that I'm not ...'

'Null and void dude, Uriel saw to that,' Dean said, 'so we're gonna help you get fit.'

'Plus we're gonna do your therapy with ya if you like it or not.' Bobby said patting Sam's shoulder as he and Dean finished settling the youngest of them in his wheelchair.

'time to start living again.' Dean said as he crouched down in front of Sam. 'Time to start learning some new tricks.'

'We are so not going to Vegas.' Sam managed to grin, 'thanks guys.'

S—D

Present Day:

Bobby waited impatiently for Pete to return, they had decided on an all out assault on the mill, hoping to catch the demons unaware. He rubbed his aching leg and wished he had taken Ethan up on his offer of strong pain meds before he had left.

'You alright old friend?' Jim asked staring at Bobby with a clear look of concern.

'Yeah, yeah just getting' tired.' Bobby replied, 'looks like we're going in.' he added when he saw Pete give the signal.

The attack was short and bloody, six demons destroyed but no sign of Lucifer or Lilith, as they searched the ruins Bobby's heart started to sink there was no sign of the boys.

'Over here.' A lone voice startled the hunter as he looked up in shock. The mill once a thriving business was now only a shell of a building; walls crumbled around them, large ravenous holes in the floor waited for the unsuspecting to fall into them.

A cold wind surrounded them as Bobby and Jim made their way across the yard and into the largest of the buildings still intact.

'Oh my Lord.' Jim breathed as he took in the sight before them.

'Boys?' Bobby whispered unable to voice anything else as he stepped closer to the two young men hanging from large hooks, the two bodies littered with bruises, cuts, and burns were barely recognisable. 'Ah shit.'

With innate tenderness Bobby held Dean as Pete climbed up to release the hook, carefully he laid him down on the floor mindful of his injuries; while Jim tended to Dean Bobby went to Sam, but stopped when he saw the bloody tracks trailing down Sam's face, the sheer whiteness of the flesh under the crimson ribbons of blood his stomach roiled and he had to fight not to gag and throw up.

'Bobby?' Pete called he was ready to release the hook.

'Yeah, yeah ready here.' Bobby wrapped his arms under Sam's arms and around his chest stepping backwards he took the younger man's weight, staggering slightly with his injured leg he managed to lower Sam down next to his brother.

'Are they?' Pete asked breathlessly as he dropped from the last rung down to the ground.

'They're alive but ...' Jim shook his head and looked up a the others, 'we need Ethan.'

TBC