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

S—D

Chapter Fourteen

THEN: Lilith threw her goblet against the wall and took perverse delight in watching the thick blood trickle down, making scarlet patterns on the dirty white paintwork. 'What do you mean you can't locate them?' She screeched her talon like fingernails slicing through the tender flesh of the messenger's face.

He flinched away from his mistress and held the fragile remains of his cheek, with blood slick fingers, 'it is as though they no longer exist, as though they are no longer on the earth ... someone or something has used some powerful mojo Mistress.'

'Summon the human minions, and find out where the human friends of the Winchesters are ... if is war they want then it is a war that they will get.' Lilith declared her blue eyes glittering with madness and power.

'What are you doing Lilith?' Lucifer asked as he dismissed the messenger, healing his cheek with a single fingertip.

'I am declaring war on the humans hiding your vessel my Lord Lucifer,' Lilith tilted her head in reverence, 'we strike the humans and we will bring out the Winchesters.'

'I do like the way you think, bring me their cough holy man James Murphy, instruct Rodgers and the minions I want him brought to me alive.'

'Your wish is my command Lord Lucifer.' Lilith smiled sweetly and took his hand in hers, lifting it to her mouth Lilith brushed a soft, sensuous kiss across his palm, 'War has begun.'

NOW:

Dean rolled over to watch his brother sleeping in the bed next to him, normally when they stayed with Bobby they shared a room upstairs, the same room they had occupied since they were even too young to remember. But now, now with Sam's paralysis and Dean's own debilitating injuries it was easier for them to bunk downstairs. So Jim made up two beds in the library, thankfully with a little creative reorganising he was able to fit the two single beds in there with just enough room for Sam to manoeuvre his wheelchair with ease.

Unable to sleep, Dean decided to do some Sammy watching, the only time he could do it freely was on the rare occasion when Sam slept soundly. Normally it was Sam with insomnia and Dean who could sleep through a bomb exploding next to his head when tired. He was exhausted but sleep eluded him; his mind not shutting down after listening to Jim and Sam talking, instead he found the constant replaying of the night their father drove Sam away. If it was true about John being possessed or somehow controlled by a demon then he wasn't the monster after all. In his mind, Dean's idol had fallen hard after that night, yes he still loved and wanted to obey his father but things were never the same. He saw his father's mortality and fractured humanity and it terrified him then and still even after all of these years it still sends shivers down his spine.

As he laid there watching Sam he started to think of how things could have been, if John hadn't been controlled or whatever, would he have reacted the same way to Sam's announcement? He always knew that deep down John was in awe of Sam, that the kid's smarts scared him at times, hell they scared Dean to death, the fear born out of Sam's own stubbornness when it came to study before anything else, including his health and safety.

He tried to imagine what it would have been like if their father had given Sam his blessings instead.

'I am so proud of you Sam.' John gushed when he read the letter Sam had nervously handed to him, 'a-a full ride to Stanford.'

'Dad I – I'm sorry I didn't say anything before now, but I never thought that I would be accepted let alone be given a full scholarship.' Sam blushed and averted his gaze from his father, blinking furiously he turned to face Dean who stood silently in the kitchen doorway, waiting like Sam to hear what their father's decision would be.

'You won't be able to live on campus,' John mused aloud, 'we'd need to get you somewhere where we can set up wards and protections. They'd cause too much attention on you, you'll need to fly under the radar Sam.'

'Do you mean it dad? Honestly I can go to college?'

'Honestly? I don't want you to go, I want you to stay with me and your brother to fight alongside us, the family business, but … I can't stop you Sam, and I'd rather you go with us in agreement.' John glanced over at Dean and tried to read the carefully schooled features of his eldest son's face, but Dean gave nothing away.

'Couldn't you and Dean base yourselves near Stanford?' Sam asked, 'we – we could all stay together in a way then, I mean I know you guys would be away hunting more than there but … and perhaps I could still hunt on weekends?'

'I-I'm not sure about that Sam …' John kept his gaze fixed on Dean's face, 'well boy what do you have to say?'

'Seems like the two of you have it all decided, so why ask me?' Dean grumbled, 'Sam wants to go to school, he wants to leave us, you'll give in and give him your blessing so why bother asking?'

'I want you blessing too Dean.' Sam said turning his full on patented puppy eyes, 'please Dean what do you think?'

'Sammy you know I think that you're awesomely smart that you deserve to see where that takes you but … dammit how can I protect you if you're in California?'

'Then think about basing yourselves there, I mean look at Bobby he still has the salvage yard and his house as well as his hunting.' Sam implored his father and brother, 'at least then you could keep tabs on me.'

'Aw Sammy we'd do that anyway!' Dean grinned 'what do you think dad?'

'Dean?' Sam called his brother's name out again, worried when he didn't answer the first two times, 'Dean man, come on answer me.'

'Huh?' Dean blinked owlishly and tried to focus on his brother's face, 'what?'

'Where were you? I've been trying to get your attention.'

'Sam you … you ever thought about what it would have been like if dad had given you his blessing to go to Stanford?'

'Okay random … but first dude I can't reach my chair and I gotta go …'

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Sam wheeled himself out to the back veranda and glanced around for an ever present sitter, if it wasn't Dean, it was Bobby, or their dad even Jim one of them was always watching him.

With just a flash of anger biting at his psyche Sam managed to wheel outside and down the ramp, possible freedom was within his grasp. With practiced ease he sped across the yard to the exercise area Bobby set up a few years ago, when Dean did his knee during a hunt and had a long rehab, it was just as Sam remembered it.

Lining up his wheelchair with the parallel bars, he glanced around in anticipation of being caught, he finally realised that he was definitely alone. With a renewed sense of accomplishment Sam hauled himself up onto the bars and waited until he regained his equilibrium, taking a deep breath he pushed one foot out a little and then dragged his other one up. Slowly but surely, he managed three steps gasping for air Sam paused and took a quick glimpse behind him, he was nearly half way. A fine tremor coursed up his arms, his body weight pulling against his straining muscles, his biceps hard and yet pulsating with life glistened with sweat. Slowly he twisted around to return to his chair and in the process completing six full steps.

His breath now coming in short sharp pants Sam felt the tremors becoming full on spasms and then without warning his arms gave away, unable to stop himself Sam toppled to the ground. Frustrated he thumped the ground with his fists and he fought back the tears of frustration. 'Now what Sam,' he muttered staring at his chair just out of his reach. 'Good one Winchester.'

Straightening out his legs, first his left and then the right he hooked his pants leg in his fingers and dragged his long legs out in front of him, a depressive thought crept into his mind, that his once strong, long legs were now useless lumps of numb meat, bone and sinew.

Caught up in his self-depreciating thoughts Sam didn't catch the small amount of blood dribbling from a cut just on the side of his left knee. Normally such an insignificant cut wouldn't even warrant anything more than a bandaid but without feeling and movement, an infection could be fatal.

Once he managed to straighten his legs Sam pulled himself backwards using his arms and butt to move back to his chair. The effort took all of his remaining strength and all he wanted was to take a nap. 'Dammit.' Sam muttered when he heard Dean's loud and distinctive voice, 'Sam? Sammy? Where the hell are ya?' Filtering through the salvage yard to the exercise area, 'come on Sam where the hell are …' Dean's voice became louder as he finally came to a stop, a lecture for his wayward brother on the tip of his tongue all but forgotten when he came to a skidding stop and saw his brother on the ground with his chair just out of his reach. 'Dammit Sam you trying to give me heart failure again?'

'Just help me up please jerk.' Sam muttered his pale features staining red with embarrassment.

'Hmm now tell me again why I should risk straining my back by hauling your heavy ass up onto your chair?'

'Coz you're my awesome big brother?' Sam gave him his best puppy dog look and added a wince into the mix. Unable to resist the double whammy Dean shook his head and with practiced ease helped Sam into the wheelchair. 'Thanks Dean.'

'So wanna tell me whatcha doin' out here and why you didn't tell anyone where you were going?'

'I just wanted some time alone and well … some practice.'

'So how many?'

'How many what?'

'Steps doofus.'

'Umm nearly six before I got a … well before I hit the deck.'

'Six? Well done dude.'

'Nothing to get worked up about dude, I just … fell.'

'One you don't just fall and two did you hurt yourself?'

'God Dean … just …' Sam pushed himself away from his brother and slowly made his way back to the house, leaving a faint trail of blood in his wake.

S—D

Two Days Later:

Bobby was rushing around in the house getting organised, he was expecting a new customer to pick up some parts and another had just rung to see if he was open, they're looking for parts for a classic car. 'Losing it Singer … shoulda asked which car and year oh well.'

'Do you need help with anything Bobby?' Jim asked coming downstairs after his Morning Prayer and bath, 'all I need is a cup of coffee and I'm good to go.'

'Thanks Jim but I got it covered …'

'Bobby? Jim? I need help in here.' Dean's distressed voice echoed out from the other room. The two older men rushed in closely.

'What is it Dean?' Jim asked reaching the boys first, 'Sam?'

'It's Sammy, he's burning up with fever,' Dean said without preamble, 'look at his leg.'

Dean gently rolled Sam's sweat pants leg up a little higher, his brother still lay in trapped in oblivion, heat radiated from his flushed skin shining with sweat. A collective gasp sounded as they all looked down at the now fully enflamed cut on the side of Sam's left knee; crusted with a yellow-green puss and with long dark-red tendrils snaking along his leg, 'where's the doc?'

'I'll go and find him,' Jim volunteered.

'How the hell did that happen?' Bobby grumbled, 'he's never been outta our sight.'

'Sonovabitch!' Dean exclaimed as he realised what had happened.

'What is it Dean? Do you know what happened to your brother?' Bobby demanded just as Janice came into the room carrying a bowl of warm water and clean cloths.

'Bobby calm down and give the boy a chance,' she chastised him gently, placing the bowl on the bedside table squeezed between the beds, she calmly set about cleaning the wound in Sam's leg.

'What's wrong?' Ethan asked hurrying in with his med kit, 'Sam?'

'He's got a cut on his leg, no one knew about it and it's infected.' Dean said succinctly.

'Okay I need some room in here, Dean and Janice stay the rest of you … coffee would be good.'

'Nice and diplomatic Ethan,' Jim grinned as he ushered Bobby and Ray out of the library.

'Hey I just got here,' Ray protested but let himself be dragged away from Sam, trusting that the others will fill him in.

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'What happened Dean do you know?' Ethan asked as he carefully examined Sam's leg.

'I think it happened a couple of days ago, he ahh slipped out on his own and had a go on the parallel bars in Bobby's exercise area. He managed six steps before falling he must've nicked it on the way down.'

'And it's small enough to go unnoticed,' Ethan said as he finished cleaning the cut, 'ah here's the culprit.' With his long, fine tweezers the young doctor extracted a small rusty nail. 'Full of bacteria, do it every time.'

'Ah the poor boy, he can't catch a break,' Janice murmured as she washed Sam's face, 'he's burning up.'

'Okay, let's get this wound cleaned out and sewn up.' Ethan went to wash his hands before picking up a small tool to clean away the dead and enflamed skin.

'Dean, Dean … no – no please no!' Sam cried out as he started to thrash about in the bed, his fist connecting with the side of Ethan's head.

'Hey, hey calm down Sammy … it's okay you're safe.' Dean tried to get through to his brother but Sam was too far gone into his fever-induced delusions.

'No Dean don't … I'm not worth it, I'm not worth it,' Sam sobbed and then he went rigid, gasping for air his large frame started to jerk as he started to convulse.

'Dammit,' Ethan muttered, 'Janice can you do your best to cover and dress the wound for now? We're going to have to get his fever and convulsions under control first.'

'Yes Doctor.'

Dean sat silently slipping into a state of shock as he watched his brother convulse, another seizure followed this time a white foam appeared on his lips and coated his mouth, a harsh grunted sound came from him as his jaw locked and another fit assailed his already weakened body. 'Do something doc.' Dean pleaded tearfully without looking up, unable to tear his gaze away from his brother as he silently willed him to be alright.

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A loud banging on the door startled the three men sitting at the kitchen table in a depressive silence, all pretending to drink their long-cold coffees and to eat the cold and stale toasted sandwiches. 'Damn it's those customers,' Bobby muttered, 'all right, all right keep yer hair on ya idjits,' he yelled as the knocking became louder and more intense.

'Yeah whatcha…' Bobby's eyes widened in shock, his hand flying up to his neck but his quickly numbing fingers couldn't remove the tranquilising dart protruding from his throat. The two young blond men stepped over the man's fallen form, allowing the others to take care of the hunter as they moved silently into the house.

Behind them came two more equally blond and young men who stooped over Bobby and dragged him into the living room, using thick duct tape to bind his ankles and wrists and then gagged him with a strip of cloth, they pulled their weapons and took their agreed upon positions. The last to arrive made their entrance, Rodgers and Will surveyed the area with smug smirks on their faces, 'phase one done.' Rodgers gloated.

In the kitchen both Jim and Ray were also subdued with the same darts embedded in the backs of their necks, the attack happening before they registered it had happened.

Within minutes the intruders had the two older men tied to their chairs and gagged in the same fashion as Bobby.

S—D

Ethan managed to open an intra-venous line in Sam's arm where he managed to inject the anti-convulsion medication, in a separate line he connected a bag of fluid infused with a potent antibiotic. He was happy in the knowledge that he over-prepared for the trip, carrying an almost complete ER ward kit.

'Dean keep wiping his face down with the cool cloth, Janice can you go and see how much ice Bobby has …'

'Well, well what do we have here?' Rodgers chuckled and clapped his hands together, 'oh dear we haven't come at a bad time have we? The little pervert isn't well.'

'Get out of here now!' Ethan snapped at the intruder.

'What the fuck are you doing here Rodgers?' Dean snarled dropping the cloth as he stood up and moved to attack at the last possible second he pulled up when he saw Will's gun aimed point blank at Sam's temple.

'Oh thought we'd come and check out the new digs, see how the porn business is going?' Rodgers smirked, with two strides he stopped directly in front of Dean, 'I have been waiting to do this for a long time.'

'What?' Dean challenged him.

'This,' Rodgers flicked his right wrist and a thin blade appeared before anyone could react he slid it into Dean's chest, 'Nite sweet prince.'

Dean's mouth dropped open and he managed to whisper his brother's name as he spat out blood and slowly seemingly collapsed into himself.

'Will go and get Luke and Danny they can take the boy, and I want the doctor as well, we have to deliver him alive and in relatively good condition.'

'You're not taking him anywhere,' Janice stood in front of Sam desperately trying to protect her patient and friend.

'Sam has an infection and is suffering from convulsions he can't be moved.' Ethan said standing next to Janice and completely blocking Rodger's view of Sam. Ethan risked a glance down at Dean and couldn't stifle the gasp, 'you've killed him!'

TBC

Hehehe yep I am totally evil!!!!