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 Eleven Who Will Rescue the Rescuer?

Then:

Sam closed his eyes for a second, took a deep breath and concentrated on his brother, he conjured his image in his mind, each freckle, and crease, his glittering green eyes and his smile everything he could think of he brought to the forefront of his mind. Then he added the unique constant scent that was Dean, leather, gunpowder and something else, something only a sibling would pick up or even understand, that peculiar but unique scent of a person that belongs to no one else. All of that that made his brother Dean and more.

With a renewed conviction, Sam opened his eyes and kicked up dust in his wake as sped away from the shoulder of the road already knowing which fork he had to take.

'Hang on Dean, I'm coming,' he muttered determinably, knowing that this was most likely a suicide mission, if it was the last thing Sam was to do with his life, it will be glorious and Dean will survive.

Now:

Dean stared at the bathroom door with undisguised hatred, it was only a few feet away, but it could have been on the other side of the moon for his battered body to contend with. Taking a deep breath he managed to lever himself upright and perched on the side of the bed, his knuckles turned white as he gripped the metal bed frame swallowing down on the rising bile scorching its way up his throat and listened to his full bladder. Steeling his nerves and overworked pain sensors Dean managed to stand, sway drunkenly and topple backwards onto the bed. Groaning, he sat up and tried once again, his full bladder now becoming a new source of pain and discomfort, this time when he managed to get to his feet he kept the momentum going and lurched towards his destination his gaze firmly fixed on that door.

Panting heavily, he reached out and opened the door, no longer coherent of thought or intent Dean no longer cared about how he did anything as long as he got some sort of relief, any relief would do.

The dizziness took the last of his reserves, and Dean collapsed just as he tried to make his way back to the wire rack they called a bed, striking his head on the basin as he dropped. He lay unmoving with a growing puddle of blood surrounding his head like a grotesque halo.

S—D

Sam sat watching the building, his stomach churning when he saw Rodgers come out and get into the black van along with Will. Desperately Sam tried to calm his nerves, but what he suffered at the hands of the supremacists refused to remain pushed back and a flash flood of memories threatened his already overtaxed state of mind.

'Get a grip Winchester,' Sam grumbled aloud, his own voice startling him out of his depressive reverie, 'you can do this.' He kept repeating while he manoeuvred his wheelchair out of the car and ready at his side, with powerful muscles rippling across his chest and along his arms Sam hauled himself out of the car and into his chair.

He hated the thought of mounting his brother's rescue in the chair but in his haste to find Dean, he left his crutches behind. He made sure no one was around as he pushed himself over the rocks and weeds towards the warehouse, not noticing the truck pulling up behind his mustang.

Sam moved towards the side door, his lock picks already on his lap, he may not be able to walk but he can still pick locks faster than anyone else, including Dean.

He managed to get himself inside, but he had to pause and wipe the sweat out of his eyes and try to stop his hands from shaking as he moved himself further into unknown territory.

The sound of voices forced Sam to concentrate as he wheeled himself towards the closest door, sliding the bolt carefully and quietly he once again made quick work of the locked door and slipped inside just before the two armed men strode past.

Silently cursing himself for getting trapped in a closed off room, Sam turned his chair slowly so he could get a good look at his new surroundings, he froze when he heard the soft moans and when he saw the person responsible for the sounds of pain.

S—D

Bobby pulled the truck up behind Sam's mustang just in time to see the errant Winchester pick the lock and get himself inside, 'damn idgit,' he muttered and turned to look at his passenger riding shotgun, 'make sure that yer locked and loaded coz that boy is on a suicide run.'

'Got it covered Bobby,' Ray grinned ruthlessly, 'don't fret 'bout it.'

'Yer one sick puppy Ray,' Bobby chuckled, 'so let's go round up some Winchesters, hear that they're becoming a rarity these days.'

S—D

'Dean?' Sam breathed finally moving towards his fallen brother, 'oh Gods Dean what did they?'

'Sammy?' Dean mumbled his brother's name and reached out to the small boy only he could see, 'don' get so close to those rocks they're slippery.'

'Dean?' Sam called out again as loud as he dared to, there was something seriously wrong and he once again cursed the fact that he was trapped in that metal prison of a chair.

'Come on Sammy, too slippery over there,' Dean groaned as he scratched at the flooring trying to reach his little brother's hand, 'dad'll be mad if you fall in.'

Sam sat back in surprise when he realised what Dean was reliving, seeing, dreaming or whatever it was he was doing. Christmas day 1989, and they were hanging down the beach while their dad nursed a broken wrist and slept off his massive hangover. Angry at their dad, Dean took Sam down to the beach to play, in his drunken stupor John tripped and fell into their tiny crooked Christmas tree and broke the one present each boy had under there. Sam shook his head and tried to push that particular Christmas to the back of his mind along with all of the other nasties from the distant and not so distant pasts.

'Dean come on dude wake up for me?' Sam pleaded as he leant forward and tried to rouse his semi-conscious sibling, 'Dean!'

'Nnng ... go way Sam.' Dean mumbled and tried to shrug off Sam, 'tired.'

'Dean!' Sam snapped again using his best imitation of their father, blearily Dean blinked and tried to focus on the shiny metal wheels and two bodiless legs in front of him.

'Wha?'

'Dean come on dude, we gotta get outta here.'

'Whatcha doin' here Sam?' Dean groaned as he pulled himself up using Sam's wheelchair when he got eye level with his brother he tried to focus on Sam's face, 'damn it Sam.'

'Just shut up and come on we don't have much time.' Sam gave his brother a cursory visual exam, 'you look like shit.'

'Right back at ya.' Dean swayed and gripped the handles of Sam's chair to keep himself from keeling over again, 'you shouldna come Sammy.'

'Yeah right, as if you would stay away if it were me.' Sam shook his head and glanced over his shoulder, 'just keep hold of the chair and let me know if I'm going too fast for ya.'

'Oh so funny Sammy,' Dean shook his head and immediately regretted it, 'fuck.'

'what?'

'Nuthin' let's get outta here so I can kick yer ass myself.'

'Like to see ya try.' Sam grinned as he wheeled back towards the door, 'ready?'

'Always,' Dean nodded and swallowed deeply, 'let's go.'

The brothers crept out of the room and followed the same route Sam took coming into the building but just as they got to the outer door, they froze when they heard the sound of the cocking of a gun. 'Now, now sneaking off is not nice boys.'

'Rodgers.' Sam hissed, 'trap!'

'Bingo beautiful boy,' Rodgers grinned, 'you remember Doc Saw don't you beautiful boy?'

'Don't call me that!' Sam shuddered as he stared up at the malicious stare gracing the doctor's face, 'just don't.'

'Sam,' Dean whispered his brother's name and squeezed his shoulder. Sam nodded imperceptibly, a simple acknowledgement of his brother's strength and comfort.

'So boys going for a stroll?' Rodgers asked almost conversationally, 'I must admit Sam you did get me going there, I thought that it would take you longer than that to get some balls up to come and find ya lover boy here.'

'Dean's my brother you sick bastard.' Sam spat out.

'I see that you've had a bit of a ... mishap since I last treated you.' Doctor Matthias Saw's grin grew as he limped towards Sam, 'something about such a strong young man trapped in a wheelchair.'

'Get a life.'

'Take a picture it'll last longer.' The two brothers spoke in unison.

'Seems like I might have to take a look at Dean's wounds ... again.' Saw licked his dry lips and let his gaze roam over the eldest brother.

'Don't ... you leave him alone.' Sam seethed, pushing his feet off their rests, Sam used his powerful arms and lifted himself up until he stood tall, over their attackers, 'leave Dean alone.'

'Sam?' Dean forgot about the danger for a brief second as he took in Sam standing, and then he saw just how much it was taking out of his brother, when Sam lifted his hand pushing out with his psychic abilities. Doctor Saw slammed against the far wall and then slumped in a heap on the ground. Rodgers took a step back and stared open-mouthed at the powerful young man Sam had become.

His strength waning Sam turned his attention to Rodgers, when he felt Dean's hand guiding him back to his seat, panting heavily, all colour gone from his face and a clamminess to his flesh Sam all but collapsed onto his chair.

'Such a temper tantrum my beautiful boy.' Rodgers smirked as he lifted his gun and aimed it at Sam's chest, 'so where was I?'

'Not movin' a muscle.' Bobby's gruff drawl came from behind the so-called leader of the Supremacists.

'Bobby?' Dean grinned just as his knees buckled and he started to collapse against the back of Sam's chair.

'Easy there Dean.' Ray caught the younger man just as he gave up his fight to stay conscious.

'Bobby?' Sam growled without any heat.

'We're gonna have words when we git back Sam,' Bobby warned, 'but right now we got ourselves a nice prisoner or two here.'

'What about?'

'For now, we're safe but we're gonna have to git going sooner than later, ya idgit.'

'I had to Bobby.' Sam said simply.

'So you right to drive yer car with yer brother in it?'

'Yeah what about Rodgers and ... him.'

'Ray and me'll take care of them, you git yer brother back to Ethan,' Bobby said, 'and Sam no detours.'

Bobby settled Dean in the passenger seat and watched as Sam effortlessly levered himself from the chair to the car. 'Never git bored at seein' that.' He muttered, 'now straight back to the church.'

'Yes Sir.'

'Ray and me will be there soon we just wanna leave a few surprises for the troops when they arrive.' Bobby grinned cheekily as he waved Sam off, he stood for a couple of seconds watching Sam drive away with his precious passenger before he adjusted his ever-present baseball cap and went back inside to help Ray finish laying some interesting surprises.

S—D

'Mmmph Sammy?' Dean blinked slowly, owlishly at brother trying to discern between the two faces he could see. 'Damn.'

'Hey Dean ... you doin' okay?'

'Yeah if you would stop turning into twins ... peachy just peachy.'

'Probably got concussion Dean.'

'Ya think?' Dean leant over and gave Sam a weak slap on the back of the head.

'Dean! What the hell?'

'Pullin' a shit stunt like that, what the hell Sam! On your own?'

'Yeah well I gotcha out anyway.' Sam returned his attention to his driving but kept glancing over at his brother as if Dean would disappear if he didn't. 'What's going on Dean? I mean that was too easy.'

'Dunno Sam, but I'll be happier when Bobby and Ray are back at the church too.'

'I mean Armageddon has supposedly started, but there's no sign of the Angels or Lucifer or anyone of importance, just idiots like Rodgers.'

'Sam what was that with Doc Saw?'

'What?'

'Sam?'

'That ... that's ... we're here.' Sam pulled into the driveway and headed around to the back of the church away from prying eyes. He pulled up and sat for a minute, 'he's the doctor from the camp Dean, the one who...'

'Ahh geeze Sammy.'

'It was a trap, if Bobby and Ray ... I walked ... wheeled into it.' Sam slammed his hand against the steering wheel, 'so stupid.'

'Sam...'

'Just like I always ...'

'Sam!'

'Never ... damn it Dean!' Sam caught his brother just as Dean was about to face-plant the dashboard, 'Dean?'

TBC