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

Author's Note 2: Please accept my sincere apologies for taking so long to update, aside from some family issues and starting a new post-graduate program completely online coupled with a couple of niggling health issues and I think that I have enough excuses for at least this update! Pulling puppy dog pout now!!!

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Chapter Fifteen – A Hunting We Will Go

Then: '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!'

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Now:

An Hour Later:

Castiel stood over Dean's body, he whispered a prayer and then knelt down next to him, moving his fingers over the mortal wound, he felt the cooling, thickening blood as he pressed two fingers into the deep cut, feeling the muscles, tendons and the chipped ribs, he let his fingers slide in further infusing health and healing into the damaged organs and fractured bones. He stopped sliding his fingers forward when he felt the outer skin of the now still heart, he could feel the blood starting to congeal in the veins and around his hand as the body cooled and locked into position.

Closing his eyes Castiel started to pray again, his lips moving in silent chants and homage to his Father, his Creator and the only one who could possibly redeem this innocent and redeemable soul.

Slowly he started to extract his hand; a soft suctioning sound accompanied the movement; the muscle and sinew now repaired the bones and tendons healthy and whole, and the blood now running freely through the veins and arteries once again.

Taking a deep breath, Castiel felt the innate exhaustion of his vessel and took a moment to gather himself before he opened his eyes and glanced down at his "patient" and then up at the small audience surrounding them. 'He will survive.' He said tonelessly, blood trickled from his nose as he took a shuddering breath and collapsed bonelessly to the floor.

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Sam opened his eyes reluctantly, he wanted to stay within the safe confines of unconsciousness but the call of the outer world of real life was loud to ignore. Running the tip of his tongue over his dry and cracked lips Sam took in his surroundings, Ethan was sleeping awkwardly in a chair next to his bed, but the young doctor was the only familiarity for him. The room felt cold and damp, windowless and dark, the only light source was an oil lamp burning dully on a table just on the other side of Ethan's chair.

As his awareness grew Sam realised that his bed was actually just a dirty mattress on the floor, an old travel rug the only form of covering, it made him feel dirtier and itchy than ever before. Sighing heavily he wanted to fall back into oblivion but even that was beyond his grasp.

'Sam?' Ethan jerked awake when he heard the heavy sigh and badly concealed sob, 'how you feeling?'

'What happened Ethan? Where are we and where the hell is Dean?' Sam pushed the questions out before he lost his breath, suddenly feeling disconnected from his own body. 'Ethan?' he managed to gasp as his muscles appeared to act independently from him.

'Ah Sam not now,' Ethan cried out in dismay as he watched Sam start to convulse once again, the medicine needed so desperately was taken away from them as soon as they arrived; wherever that was, and he felt so helpless as he watched the toll it was taking on his young patient.

'So what do we have here?' A rich deep sounding masculine voice came from behind Ethan startling the medic.

'Who are you? Where are we?'

'For one, I am the one seeking young Sam here and for two you are guests of my new minions and this is their headquarters, rather tacky but what can you do?' The speaker moved around until he stood next to Ethan and the mattress Sam writhed on. 'What's going on?'

'Your minions took the medicines I need to help Sam,' Ethan snapped angrily, 'he's having more convulsions.'

'That all?' The stranger asked with a glint of a smile he reached down and with a single touch, seemingly halting the violent convulsion. 'There that is better, we need young Sam to be in top physical condition.'

'Why? Who are you?' Ethan demanded again as he checked Sam's pulse and breathing.

'I am Lucifer and Sam is my vessel.' Lucifer shrugged simply and then disappeared.

'Let me die Ethan,' Sam whispered his words disjointed and slurred, 'I wanna see Dean again.'

'Sam?' Ethan crouched down closer to the distraught young man, 'Sam you with me?'

'Been too long, so tired … so tired.'

'Oh how sad,' Lucifer gave an exaggerated sniff, 'here doctor these are the medicines my minions took from you.'

'Should I say thank you?' Ethan snapped as he stood and positioned himself between the dark angel and his patient. 'How did … how did you?'

'How did I find you all at the home of Robert Singer?' Lucifer finished for the doctor, 'for some strange reason I am no longer able to … find our young Winchester brothers, humanities' heroes, but I have my ways in tracking humans. The Winchesters do love surrounding themselves with humans.' Lucifer mused, 'though I must admit Sam here is, in a worse condition than when I met him for the first time. Did you hear about that?'

'I have no idea what you're talking about.' Ethan moved over to the pile of supplies and hoped that the egotistical angel would follow him, to continue his diatribe on the Winchester family.

'Ah it was one of my earlier meetings with my vessel, when he still stood tall and handsome,' Lucifer smirked and glanced down at the now sleeping Sam, 'although at the time we were only in Sam's mind, I wanted to ease him into becoming my vessel. Unfortunately my saintly brother upstairs decided to play with his destiny and change things, now I need to use force to attain my new looks. As you can see time is running out for this vessel.' Lucifer waved his hand in front of himself indicating the torn and rotting flesh decorating his face and body. 'Anyway I digress, did you know that young Sam and his brother had a massive argument, over Sam's less than favourable activities especially where a young female demon was concerned. She did have flair my Ruby did, ah the way she seduced him into drinking the blood … water under the bridge or should I say demon blood under the bridge?' Lucifer chuckled, 'so when I found my errant young host he was separated from his brother, hunted by other hunters and feeling as guilty as … all hell.' Laughing at his own joke the dark angel turned to stare down at the sleeping youngest Winchester, 'I suppose that is all in vain now, especially seeing that Lilith decided to play in the wrong sandbox, ah but in hindsight she has given me the perfect bargaining chip.'

'You do like to hear your own voice don't you?' Ethan quipped hoping that he sounded as brave and as cocky as Dean. 'Can't you leave that poor boy alone?'

'That poor boy as you call him, was created solely for this purpose,' Lucifer growled, 'he was destined to be my vessel as his brother is destined to be Michael's, they cannot fight their destiny.'

'Yeah you can it's call freewill.' Ethan shook his head and rubbed his aching temples, 'the only reason why you're standing there is because of your bitch spilling Sam's blood it has nothing to do with any bogus destiny.'

'You dare contradict me? Doctor Nobody?' Lucifer hissed, 'who are you to speak to me like that? I can …'

'What smite me?' Ethan felt like his skin was holding molten lava within it and not his inner body, he was terrified literally, of standing up to the Morning Star to Lucifer himself but this is more about Sam and nothing about himself, 'I don't care about what you do to me but I do care about what you do to Sam. He has been through enough physically and emotionally and if I can do one thing, anything to stop him from suffering anymore then I'll do it.'

Lucifer opened his mouth to retort when he stopped himself and stared with renewed approval for this human, 'well said doctor, perhaps I have misjudged you.'

'Wh-what are you talking about?' Confused Ethan stared at Lucifer why would the devil suddenly agree with him.

'After all, we both have Sam's well being in mind, and I believe that … you will help me in the long run and then I can help you save Sam from anymore torment and pain.'

'You … you think I would help you to convince Sam to become your vessel?'

'Think about it doctor, your patient will never feel pain anymore, never suffer the injustices and bigotry of being a cripple. He will walk tall again, he will be whole and healthy for the rest of his existence.'

'I have no right to make those decisions for Sam and neither have you,' Ethan spluttered, 'I will never convince him to become a prisoner in his own body.'

'Why doctor you speak from personal experience?' Lucifer cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms as he made himself comfortable leaning against the wall. 'Do tell.'

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Dean opened his eyes and glared at the faces hovering above him, 'what the hell ya'll looking at?'

'Not yer ugly mug ya idgit.' Bobby groused without heat as he tenderly cuffed the younger man's shoulder, 'good to have ya back son.'

'Where's Sam?' Dean sat up and looked around, 'where is he Bobby?'

'Ah Dean son we have to talk,' Bobby said and nodded at the others who quietly left the room leaving a very puzzled and a quickly angering Dean with him. 'What do ya remember Dean?'

'We … Sam was having convulsions and then … damn it Rodgers and his men got in here.'

'Yeah somehow they tracked us, and were waiting with tranquilisers we had no … Rodgers he …'

'Stabbed me?' Dean glanced down at his chest and the now smooth skin, the tiniest hint of a fine scar. 'I was freaking dead again?'

'Stay calm Dean please or we'll never get this done.'

'Stay calm? I died again Bobby … I fucking died again. Oh God … Sam?'

'Sam's alive … at least I think he is.'

'What do ya … they took Sammy didn't they?'

'Yeah him and Ethan.'

'So they want to keep Sam alive.' Dean mused pushing past Bobby he staggered to his feet and started pacing the room on very shaky legs, 'they want him alive for a reason.'

'Dean … I'm sure that … I heard one of em say Lucifer.' Bobby finally admitted and then waited for all hell to break lose in his library.

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'Stop leave him alone,' Sam cried out hoarsely, 'please leave him alone.' After gaining consciousness Sam found himself hanging from his wrists, thick chains wrapped so tightly that they cut deep into the flesh, blood trickled down his arms. His feet dangled lifelessly just above the floor, his toes brushed against the concrete but that was nothing to Sam.

Just in front of Sam they had Ethan strapped to a large wooden chair, his feet bare, bound and submerged in a pot of water, naked from the waist up, the young doctor had electrodes placed on his chest and neck. Blood seeped from a long deep cut running from the outer corner of his left eye down to his chin, the eye itself swollen shut with tears constantly running from the creases between his eyelids. Rodgers laughed at Sam's pleas and nodded for Will to apply another electrical charge to their hapless prisoner.

'Why? Why are you doing this?' Sam screamed at them, 'stop please.'

'There is only one way for you to stop this Sam.' Lucifer appeared in front of him, a look of false pity on his rotting face, 'say yes to me and I will spare your friend's life.'

'Leave him alone, Ethan has nothing to do with this, it's between us.'

'Well you see time is running out Sam, and you are yet to accept your destiny so I thought that a little healthy persuasion might help expedite things.'

'You think that I will say yes because you torture a friend of mine?' Sam shook his head, 'just let me die and then take my body it'll be vacant.'

'Sorry Sam it doesn't work like that,' Lucifer shook his head a small smile playing on his lips, 'what if I sweetened the pot?'

'Go to hell, oh wait you're already going back there.'

'What if I told you that I can bring Dean back?' Lucifer turned a beatific smile at his prisoner, 'one hundred percent whole and alive.'

'Dean's not dead.'

'Oh isn't he? I believe that the wound he sustained during your capture was fatal.' Lucifer smirked when he saw the look of shock pass through Sam's eyes, 'oh you didn't know.'

'Dean is not dead, I will never say yes and you will rot in hell.' Sam spat out, watching with perverse pleasure as his spittle ran down the face of the demonic leader.

'Kill the doctor,' Lucifer ordered, 'and then kill him.' He pointed to Sam, 'I will use your dead body, I will use your living one, I will have it one way or another Sam Winchester.'

Sam lifted his eyes skyward and smiled softly before turning his attention back to his captor, 'you won't kill us.'

'Why not pervert?' Rodgers pushed past Lucifer and released the chains holding Sam upright. The younger man unable to sustain his own weight with his damaged body fell heavily to the ground, grunting when Rodger's steel-tipped boot connected with his ribs, 'yer getting' too cocky pervert, ya need to be brought down a peg or two.'

'Enough you insolent idiot,' Lucifer physically grabbed Rodgers and threw him effortlessly across the room, 'humans!' he spat out angrily before disappearing.

'Why don'tcha just say yes?' Will asked as he went to crouch in front of Sam, 'ya know that they're only gonna kill ya if ya don't.'

'What … what happened to you Will?' Sam asked as he slowly pulled himself upright, leaning against the wall he rested his aching head on the cool bricks, 'why did you let Rodgers get to you?'

'What makes you ask that Sam?' Will tilted his head and stared at Sam with a wide curious gaze, 'perhaps I was always one all along.'

'No, no you were a good agent Will, what went wrong?'

'Gee I guess I saw the truth.'

'Don't … don't believe you Will.' Sam shook his head and winced with the movement, he knew that he didn't have much time left. 'Remember when we first met?'

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Will stared blankly at Sam as the memory of that early morning came flooding back, the night spent hunting down Sam, Dean and Caleb. Clay his best friend and partner from the FBI, the tortured mess of Sam, the horror of watching the young man having a vision; it was all coming back to him in painful technicolour.

Clay and Will came back with the medical kit, a serious look on Clay's face sent Bobby's internal alarm ticking. 'What did that fucking moron do now?'

Clay shook his head, he should have guessed that Bobby would have worked out the problem straight away, 'dipshit and his so-called buddies decided to use the prisoner for target practice.'

'Fer what?'

'Target practice with their throwing knives, only saving grace is that they can't hit a fucking barn aside a skinny man tied to a tree. They only nicked him; still dangerous enough coz they've already gotten into the whiskey.'

'Flaming moronic eedjits gonna kill us all,' Bobby fumed applying more pressure than necessary on Dean's leg making him yelp in pain. 'Ah shut the fuck up pansy or I'll use yer for targeting meself.'

'I swear you had better make sure I can't get up first.' Dean snarled through his gritted teeth.

'Check the other princess out.' Bobby ordered Clay and Will as he finished splinting Dean's leg. 'Sorry Dean.' He added in a barely audible whisper.

'Yeah, yeah I'll remember that.' Dean snapped back, 'ah fuck Bobby gonna be sick again.'

'Dean?' Bobby managed to roll Dean over onto his side as the younger man started retching, vomiting up nothing but bile and blood now. 'Jesus Dean, that's it, I don't care anymore I'm getting ya'll outta here.'

'Bobby?' Clay stood just by Bobby's shoulder, 'did I hear you right just then?'

'Ah fuck, well kid yer better put a bullet in me coz I aint …'

'Thank God.' Clay grinned squatting down next to Dean and Bobby, 'name's Clayton Sacks FBI, that's my partner Bill Pax, we've been undercover here for the last six months trying to bust these guys wide open.'

'Yer Feds?' Bobby pushed his cap up and stared in shock at the young man, 'freaking Feds?'

'Yes Sir, but if you're not part of the group then what are you doing here?'

Will glanced over at Sam, 'Bobby was hunting the boss and looking for you and Dean, tell me Sam why did they have you to begin with?'

'What … what do you … remember Will?' Sam blinked furiously as he pushed his own pain back and focused on what was emanating from his former friend.

'We don't have a lot of time to explain things, I'm after the big guy, the one who runs the show. Dean and Sam are brothers, they're my nephews this pack of idiots thought that they were gay and well yer can see what they have done to em.' Bobby spat on the ground and gazed around checking to see if anyone was standing nearby listening. 'I got in to try and get these two, Caleb the other prisoner is one of my men.'

'I am so sorry Sir, how close are you in getting to the top guy? I mean we've been chipping away but haven't got enough yet to bust em wide open.'

'We have to get these boys to a hospital, but I have a feeling that we can't take em to the one here.'

'Nah the head doctor of the emergency department is the doctor here, he likes to experiment as well.'

'That quack is the head of emergency?' Bobby shook his head this just keeps getting better.

'Dean?' Sam started to move, his long legs kicking out in reaction to something only he could see, 'no Dean.'

'Oh God that's all we need.' Bobby sighed when he heard the tone of Sam's voice.

'Sir?' Will looked over at a loss at what to do for Sam.

'He'll be fine just keep an eye on him, Dean hey Dean you with me boy?' Bobby tapped Dean's face lightly.

'Bob, Bobby what's wrong?' Dean slurred his words and blinked up at Bobby he didn't even realise that he had lost consciousness.

'Sam think he's having a vision.' Bobby said ignoring the looks on Clay's and Will's faces.

'Help me.' Dean asked frustrated after trying just to sit up and failing miserably.

Bobby said nothing but hooked his arms under Dean's and dragged him closer to Sam. 'Sammy, hey dude talk to me.'

'You were having visions?' Will stared at Sam with a realisation hitting him he could still hear Dean begging Sam to talk to him, the way Sam convulsed as he witnessed violence only he could see. 'Dammit Sam, why couldn't you and Dean leave it alone?'

'Did you know who was pulling your strings all those years ago Will?'

'Barakas amongst others, we all knew that it was demons Sam that was never an issue.'

'Did you know that Barakas had a history with my family?'

'No, but that's got nothing anything right now Sam, I have seen too much and done too much to try and…'

'and what Will? To fix anything between us? What about Clay? What about Dean? Bobby? Caleb? Ethan? He was – is an innocent in all of this, he wants to look after me that's all…'

'Is it Sam?' Will smirked and moved closer to Sam, 'take a good look at the man who claims to be your friend and doctor he was one of those Arian boys back then Sam, take a good look don't ya remember him?'

Sam stared at Will in disbelief before returning his gaze to the man slumped in the chair barely breathing, 'I know who he was Will, he was possessed he had no idea what he was doing, and I know who he is now, he has saved not just my life but my brother's and the lives of my friends. Ethan was possessed Will, what was your excuse?' With his energy waning Sam turned his head and closed his eyes effectively cutting off his conversation with Will, leaving the other man alone to ponder his thoughts and to delve deeper into his own memories, did he really get it so wrong?

TBC