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

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Chapter Seven – Mister Mole Come On Down!

Then:

'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.

Now:

Sam stretched his aching shoulders and glanced over at Ethan who had fallen asleep at the table, quietly Sam wheeled himself out of the room, desperate to get some fresh air and some alone time.

Since the tentative compromise with his staying out of bed and helping with the search for Bobby and Janice, Sam has felt like he's living in a fish-bowl under the watch of everyone.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, he tried to relax and clear his mind; he hated the wheelchair with a passion but was also grateful because without it he would be bed-ridden forever. He let his thoughts wonder back to before the war, before Armageddon, hell even before the horrors of being captive to a white supremacists group, to when they were hunting. Living on the road, chasing spooks and the occasional monster, laughing and joking with Bobby, even his argument with his father about college was better than his life now.

He thought of the times when Dean would go out and come home to the motel reeking of cheap perfume and whiskey, while he studied and did research for the next hunt, of their dad coming home when they were kids all beat to hell but still had time to tuck them in and to tell them stories.

Deliberately he filtered out the bad memories, only wanting, no needing to think of the good times; his first double date with Dean when their dad insisted that Sam tag along so he didn't have to stay home alone. Dean decided to set him up with the kid sister of his girlfriend of the week, mortified at the thought Sam was sure that he was going to have a miserable time but instead he got on with Cheryl and they dated for the rest of the time he lived there. He was almost fourteen, and thought that getting to the hand-holding stage with light petting was far more than he would ever do.

Dean stopped seeing Cheryl's sister Tina way before Sam and Cheryl stopped, much to Dean's disgust at having steady relationships.

Sam chuckled to himself when he remembered the one time when his dad came home with a woman, they were living in Cold Creek Iowa, in a tiny one bedroom apartment the boys shared the only bed while their dad had the pullout sofa-bed in the living room. His dad came home late one night expecting the two boys to be sound asleep, the week after new years when Sam was seven and Dean was fast approaching his twelfth birthday. Hearing the door slam shut and giggles curiosity got the better of the brothers and they opened their door slightly and peered through the crack. The lady looked really, really, wasted, with shoulder length brown hair and dressed in a tight top and an even tighter skirt.

Sam wrinkled his nose in disgust and mumbled about girl cooties before going back to their bed, Dean watched a little longer and tried to suppress his giggles at the way his dad behaved. When he joined Sammy back under the covers, they giggled, until Sammy asked if she was going to be their new mommy.

They never did find out who the lady was and she was gone before they woke up in the morning. John never found out that the boys were awake and saw them, a pact they kept for the rest of their lives. Say nothing and nothing would happen; they didn't want a new mommy, ever.

'Whatcha smilin' bout Sammy?' Dean nudged his brother's shoulder and passed him a beer.

'Just remembering when dad brought that woman home, I was what seven and you were nearly twelve.'

'Oh yeah I remember her, though I think both of them were too wasted to do much.'

'I was so scared that she was gonna be our new mom.' Sam admitted after sipping his beer.

'So what's up Sammy? Whatcha doin' out here on your own?'

'Just needed a breather, some fresh air.' Sam admitted, 'Ethan was asleep, so any luck?'

'Got a lead on where they might be holding Bobby and Jan.' Dean said after sipping his drink.

'Where? Where are they?'

'Not sure just how reliable it is but apparently they're being held in a farmhouse about two miles outta town.'

'Well what we doin' sitting here then?' Sam asked spinning his chair around to face his brother, 'Dean what aren't you telling me?'

'I – I dunno Sammy, I got this feeling, if we go in all guns blazing. I have a feeling that it's a trap.'

'You sure?'

'Pretty damn sure Sammy, we gotta be smart about this, we want them back alive.'

'So what do you want to do?' Sam asked downing the rest of his beer he waited patiently for Dean to answer him.

'Sam?'

'What?'

'No arguing? No wanting to just go in and be damned of the consequences?' Dean gave him a small mirthless grin, 'you want to know what I want to do?'

'Ah yeah, if ya haven't noticed, I'm not exactly in a position to go charging in anymore and I ... I know that you'd do the right thing.'

'Huh, owkay.'

'Why the surprise Dean?' Sam had to laugh at the look on Dean's face, 'you look ... perplexed.'

'Well ya could say that I just ... thought that you would be ready to fight me on this.'

'I ... I nah whatever you think is best Dean.' Sam blushed and dropped his gaze, 'your lead ... your game play.'

'So we get everyone together and go over the intel.' Dean finished his beer and looked down at his brother, 'so Sammy you ready?'

'Yeah, I think so.' Sam shifted in his chair slightly before starting to wheel himself back inside. Dean stood for a few more minutes watching Sam make his way inside, something was going on with his little brother he just couldn't put his finger on it, yet anyway.

'Dean are you alright son?' Jim asked as he approached the church.

'Hey Jim, yeah I'm fine.' Dean let his game-face slide into place and gave the pastor a welcoming smile, 'how did ya go?'

'Not much to report and yourself?'

'Got intel but dunno how reliable it is.' Dean said as they walked back inside to where Sam and Ethan waited for them.

Ten minutes later and the room was filled, Sam and Dean sat next to each other with Dean perched on a chair and Sam in his trusty wheels, Jim sat next to Dean and then Ethan and Tracey with Pete, Penny and Danny Munroe sitting together on a bed near the door stood Ricky Stead their latest recruit, and on the other side of the door stood Ray Ingham a doctor who helped Ethan whenever he could while travelling the district.

'Okay so I have some new intel on a possible location of Bobby and Janice,' Dean started letting his gaze drift over the small ragtag group, he hoped that one thing would come out of this impromptu meeting, the unmasking of the mole. He had kept secret a few facts that even Sammy didn't know about, he couldn't risk the mole overhearing him discussing it with Sammy or anyone. His gaze lingered on the new guy Ricky, 'okay so it seems that Janice and Bobby are being held about two miles out of town in a farmhouse, from what I've been told there's a barn where the men are housed, they train in the old corn fields, and are building their numbers again. The group's leaders live in the house, now from what I know Janice and Bobby are in the old storm-cellar just outside the main house, the entrance to it is lead lined and iron with a chained padlock. Last, I heard is that they are getting ready for some sort of offensive so I have no idea on numbers of recruits or fully trained men. Now there's at least two demons involved and that is the grey part, there could be a lot more we just don't know at this stage.'

'So how do we get Bobby and Janice back?' Pete asked his gaze jumping from Sam to Dean and then to Jim, 'we can't just go in guns blazing can we?'

'No we can't Pete, we need to do more recon but at the same time we don't know the condition of Bobby and Janice so we can't take too long about it.'

'So what do you suggest Dean?' Danny asked his eyes bright with fear.

'Okay Ricky, me and Jim are gonna go do some close recon, Danny, Pete and Ray are backup at the site. Sammy, Ethan and the girls stay here ready coz when we come back we're gonna come back in hot.'

'You don't want me on the front line with you?' Pete asked looking crestfallen.

'I need you to lead the second string, Danny and Ray need someone with experience and you're the only one aside from Sammy.'

'What's Sam gonna do?' Pete asked still sounding peeved.

'I'm gonna co-ordinate from here on the computer, you guys will all be fitted with com-links so I can be in touch with you guys at all times.' Sam explained, 'when our surveillance is set up I can watch for any signs of attack and warn you before it happens.'

'Are you sure you're okay with that Sam?' Jim asked, 'I know it will be hard for you not to be fighting at your brother's side.'

'Yeah it will but ... it's just not practical anymore Jim, and this way well at least I can help watch over Dean and the others.' Sam said with a sad smile he glanced at his brother and then back at his lifelong friend and 'uncle', 'it's gonna workout.'

Ricky watched and listened to everyone with a detached air, he still couldn't believe that he was working alongside the famed Winchester brothers. When he first joined their cause it was to get close to Sam Winchester, he knew Gordon Walker from way back and had contacted Ricky wanting him to help in the hunt for Sam.

At first, Ricky wanted to get vengeance for Gordon and to take Sam Winchester down, but now after working and fighting with the brothers, he realised that Gordon was wrong. Sam is not the anti-Christ, not a monster and deserves to live. He had never met anyone with such a disability as Sam's who put it aside and fought the good fight. Plus it gives him a chance to kick some white supremacist asses, an added bonus.

Ray nodded his head but remained quiet he didn't want to miss any detail no matter how insignificant. He tried to hide his look of pure disdain and hatred when he glanced at Ricky, the large black man stood too close for comfort and at least he would be paired with the two white kids, even if they're sympathisers.

'So anymore questions?' Dean asked once again looking around the room at the different faces.

'Yeah I got one.' Ray stood a little straighter, 'once we get the recon what then?'

'What do ya mean?' Dean frowned surely it wasn't the doctor.

'We go in there and then or we pull back and attack at a different time.'

'For now, play it by ear, depending on what we find when we get there, if we time it right and most of the group are out training or whatever then we strike there and then if it's too crowded or anything looks hinkey then we pull back and regroup.'

'And when we do go in ... do we just get Bobby and the nurse or do we stand and fight?' Ray asked.

'We get them in and get them out, there'll be plenty of time for fighting later.' Dean announced, 'so okay rest up as soon as we have surveillance ready to go we'll head out.'

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Farmhouse

Two miles out of town

Present:

The shrill phone ring, echoed through the farmhouse, 'this had better be important.'

'I have news and don't have much time, you interested or what?'

'Well what is it?'

'They are going to set up surveillance and recon around the farmhouse, they know where you've got Singer and the woman.'

'And?'

'And they are going to get them out as soon as they can everyone except Sam, Ethan and the women will be going.'

'Sam will be alone?'

'Only the doctor and three female nurses, if you want to move, it will be the ultimate time to move on Sam Winchester.'

'This is better than I hoped, you've done well, do you want to come in or stay under for a while longer?'

'Longer, it will be too suspicious if I leave now, I will get away during the so-called attack on the farm.'

'Excellent, very well contact me as soon as you know when and I will take care of the rest.'

'Yes Sir.'

He hung the phone up and strode to the window, smiling widely he stared down at the storm cellar doors, his patience and planning will soon come to fruition and he will have Sam Winchester back where he belongs. Then, then he won't have to cow-tow to that bitch Lilith or her consort, soon he will have the power and the ace up his sleeve to take control, restoring the order of things.

Yes, this was going to be better than he ever imagined, patience was his key.

TBC

*** sorry it is a little short but trust me I have my reasons! mmmmwhahahaha