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; it's also now a follow on from my story Hate is a Four Letter Word. Sorry if there's a little confusion with the tie-in procedure and if you haven't read it, it doesn't really matter but might help clarify things.

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Chapter Six: One Big Mistake or Was it?

Then: Janice screamed into her gag and tried to press harder against Bobby's side, desperate to get away from the groping hands of her captor, the manic look in his eyes terrifying her even more.

Now:

Janice flinched and wept silently curled against the wall of the windowless room; hurting, and terrified she tried to make out where she was but the room held no hints only secrets.

The door slammed open and unable to stop she let out a terrified yelp and pressed harder against the wall, shadowed against the bright light two large figures dragged another one between them. 'B-Bobby?' She cried as they hurled their burden towards her. The door banged closed and once again, Janice found herself in darkness, the only light was the sliver from under the door.

'Bobby?' She whispered her hands ghosting over his battered face, 'oh no.'

'J-Janice?' Bobby groaned and started to cough, harsh hacking coughs spraying blood across the floor, 'argh no.'

'Please, please Bobby, it's okay, it's gonna be okay.' Janice settled Bobby's head on her lap and tried to clear away some of the blood crusting in his beard and over his face, there was so much blood.

'J-Janice?' Bobby breathed in her scent and tried to swallow down on the all-encompassing pain. Retribution they called it, as they hung him from a hook like a side of beef, pounding into him with bare fists. Retribution for his deception and his betrayal of the group that took him in and made him one of their own.

Each time Bobby felt the welcoming arms of unconsciousness they doused him with buckets of ice water, and then continued in their relentless tirade of physical and emotional abuse.

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Dean watched his brother sleeping, he was torn in two, he desperately wanted to be out there searching for Bobby and Janice but Sam was already on a downward spiral and if Dean left him. He let the thought hang in the air, knowing that Sam's very survival depends on his state of mind, and that was a very fragile place.

'Dammit Sammy when did things go so wrong?' Dean muttered wearily rubbing at his face, 'I honestly don't know what to do anymore.'

'De?' Sam blinked and stared blearily at his brother, 'De?'

''Hey sleeping beauty how's ya feeling?'

'Mmm okay I guess, want to get outta this ... why are ya wearing a mask and gloves?' Sam blinked and tried to focus on his brother's face.

'You got yourself some ulcers on your legs dude, the infection is bad.'

'Oh, guess it's lucky I don't feel anything.' Sam grinned sloppily.

'Yeah so you feeling pretty floaty huh?' Dean grinned his brother could never really handle the heavy duty drugs especially morphine.

'Yeppers, so where's Bobby?' Sam asked and then frowned when Dean didn't reply, 'did I say sumfin wrong?'

'Nope, ah Bobby and Janice are missing Sammy.' Dean blurted it out.

'M-missing?' Sam squeezed his eyes closed and tried to clear his foggy mind.

'They'll find em Sammy don't you worry bout that.'

'I – I member Jim sayin' bout ... no, no, no.'

'Sam listen to me, I need you to calm down.'

'Help me Dean.' Sam pulled himself up in the bed and started to pull at the various tubes and IVs coming out of him. 'Help me please.'

'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' Dean blinked in astonishment while watching his younger brother, 'Sam calm down and quit it.'

'Don't you dare ... just help me or get out of my way.' Sam managed to finish pulling out the last tube and stared expectantly at Dean, 'well?'

'Sammy ... Ethan's gonna kill me.'

'I gotta help find Bobby, it's all my fault.'

'We're not gonna go through all that again Sammy.' Dean warned as he helped Sam into the wheelchair.

'But it's true ... I was the one they took in the first place.'

'Coz they thought that we ... we were ... ah fuck Sammy don't make me say it.' Dean grimaced, 'so Sherlock where to?'

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Bobby groaned and slowly opened his eyes, he silently prayed that it was all a horrific nightmare, but the pain resonating throughout his body dictated otherwise. 'Janice?'

'Right here Bobby, I'm right here.'

'You – you kay?' Bobby coughed, a rough hacking cough from deep within his lungs, 'damn.'

'Lie still please Bobby.' Janice wept, 'you have internal injuries.'

'Gotta git ya outta here woman,' Bobby groused and struggled to lift his head, giving his struggle up he let out a frustrated sigh and tried to turn away from the sympathetic look on Janice's face.

'We're gonna get out of here Bobby, the two of us.'

'Nah I think I finally ...' The next bout of coughing took Bobby's breath away and quickly turned into a struggle not to hyperventilate. Janice let her professional self take over and quickly moved into action, helping Bobby to tilt his head up a little more freeing his airways, gently she encouraged him to take deep slow breathes, her voice pitched perfectly to help with the calming she needed to triage his injuries as soon as possible but until he got his breathing under control that was not going to happen.

'That's it Bobby, nice and slow, breath with me in and out.' Finally, Bobby's breathing eased and his eyes slid shut as his exhaustion took hold, the door swung open and temporarily blinded the woman as she covered Bobby's unconscious form with her own body. Seconds later the door closed and Janice held her breath waiting for something bad to happen, when it didn't she dared to investigate closer to the door. She found a tray laden with a plate of sandwiches, two unopened bottles of water and two apples, a bucket of warm water sat next to it and what appeared to be a first aid kit. Heaving a sigh of relief she moved the tray first and then the bucket and first aid kit. 'Bobby?' she nudged his shoulder gently trying to elicit a response from him, 'Bobby?'

'Guh ... Jan?' Bobby moaned and tried to bat her hand away, 'tired.'

'I know but you need some water at least, I can't let you get too dehydrated.' She explained propping his head up a little she managed to coax Bobby into taking a few sips of water, and then breaking the bread into minute pieces Janice got him to eat a few, and then gave him a little more water.

Nibbling at her own food Janice started to work on tending to Bobby's wounds all of the time wondering just who had slipped them the food, water and first aid supplies. 'Sorry Bobby.' She smiled softly as she started to undo his clothes, 'lucky you decided to take another break from consciousness.'

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Sam sank into the now familiar folds of his wheelchair, something he thought that would never feel familiar and comfortable. He knew that he had to watch his legs especially now with the ulcers but he can't think about that. All he can think about is saving Bobby.

'What the hell is going on in here?' Ethan snapped as he came into Sam's room and found the young Winchester in his wheelchair and all of the tubes, including his IVs pulled out. 'Dean?'

'Hey don't look at me doc, he did it to himself.' Dean protested his hands up in a mock surrender.

'Hey I'm right here guys.' Sam pushed his chair between the two men, 'Ethan I – I know alright and I'll behave but I'm not staying in that bed any longer while Bobby is out there somewhere, not gonna happen.'

Both Ethan and Dean stared down at Sam in shock, hearing the vehemence behind his words, the first time in a long time he sounded like the old Sam. Pre-wheelchair Sam.

'What?' Sam blinked and stared up at them, which was something that he hated beyond reason, he hadn't looked up at Dean since he was fourteen, before his sudden growth spurt and continued growing until he towered over both his father and his brother.

'Dude you sure you're okay?' Dean asked crouching down to meet Sam's new eye level, 'you sound like you had too much iron in your breakfast.'

'Jerk.' Sam mumbled and shoved his chair at his older brother a smirk appearing on his face when Dean nearly toppled backwards, 'gotcha.'

'Oh very funny, hardy ha-ha Sammy.' Dean groused though he was pleased at the fight shining in Sam's eyes, the defeatist look that had resided there for so long lately now gone gave Dean some hope for his baby brother.

'Dean?' Ethan made his presence known again as the brothers started to argue what the good doctor considered absolute rubbish. 'Sam, concentrate guys, Sam you shouldn't be out of bed what if one of your ulcers?'

'Ethan I'm not going anywhere,' going anywhere yet, the thought ran through Sam's mind as he gave the doctor the full force of his kicked puppy look, 'I just need to be able to do something other than lie in a bed.'

'You are sure that you're not ... you are going to stay where I can keep an eye on you?'

'Yes Sir,' Sam tried to hide his knowing smile, it worked everytime, 'promise and when I get too tired I'll rest but I need to be doing something, anything.' Sam hated the desperation in his own voice but he was not above begging at this stage.

'Ah boys, Ethan I'm glad I found you all together.' Jim interrupted them giving Sam a small respite in his defence.

'What is it? Jim you don't look so good.' Dean said going to the cleric, who has been part of their lives as long as Dean can remember. 'Here take a seat.'

'What is it Jim?' Sam wheeled himself closer and stopped next to his brother for some reason he couldn't quite pinpoint, he suddenly needed to be close to his brother. A cold chill ran through his body, disappearing into the numbness below his waist, a small gasp slipped from his lips as Sam felt the wave of pain and fear from the preacher. 'Jim? It's another ... Lucifer?'

'I'm sorry son.' Jim looked directly at Sam, knowing how much the news of new attacks from the demons and Lucifer himself affects the young man. 'There's been another open attack.'

'What happened?'

'A sudden wild fire, only it was the middle of a town, no survivors.'

'How, how many?' Sam rasped, as shivers started to move along his arms and upper body.

'Sam ...'

'No Dean, how many.' Sam glared at his brother who tried to placate him, 'I need to know.'

'The town population was around the nine hundred ...'

'Nine ... nine hundred dead because of what I did.' Sam cried out, 'I may as well have set the fire myself.'

'Dammit Sammy, we don't have time for you to start a pity party for one.' Dean yelled angrily, crouching down he leant in close to Sam's face, 'we have to find Bobby and Janice, we have to stop that freaking supremacist group and take down Lucy we don't have time to pander to your self-destruction.'

'Dean?' Sam blinked and looked as though his brother had physically slapped him, 'I'm not ...'

'Yeah right, okay we need to man up and get organised, we're one man down and one nurse down but we're gonna do this.' Dean stood up, ran the palm of his hand across the back of his neck and tried to gather his rampaging emotions and thoughts back into some sort of control. He couldn't face anyone until he had his game face on.