Authors note; Wow people have put me on alert!! Thanks xxx So here's the next chapter, so what do you guys think ? Is Dean crazy ? Or is it the demon playing with his mind? Will John get to him in time? Does John even exist? Questions, questions all will be revealed………………………………

Disclaimer; Should have put this at the beginning of chapter one really but I forgot, ah well better late than never, so unless I've changed sex and my name to Eric the guys don't belong to me no matter how much I wish Dean Winchester did….yea I know me an a few other females with eyes!!

Into The Fire .

Dean was floating on a warm breeze, the air around him was clean and fresh he breathed it in relishing in the security it was providing him. It smelt like fresh flowers, freshly cut grass all the good things, it smelt like Pastor Jims farm he smiled and let the breeze pull him further along. Somewhere up ahead he could hear laughter so he drifted towards it, it sounded familiar, was that……..was it…? It was, it was Sammy. Dean felt himself smile the breeze still gently pulling him forwards till he could see the farm in the distance he willed the wind to carry him quicker and felt a rush as the wind picked up speed and he found himself in the yard. He looked at the door and frowned, it was quiet, too quiet so Dean entered the house with caution.

The parlour was empty but when Dean entered the kitchen he was surprised to see his dad with his head buried in his hands, Pastor Jim had a comforting hand on his shoulder and was speaking to him but Dean couldn't hear what was being said. Bobby was sat across from John with Caleb sat next to him, Sammy was sat on Caleb's knee with his thumb in his mouth, he sat up straighter and pointed to Dean who waved at his brother, Sammy waved back and began talking excitedly to the surrounding adults but again Dean couldn't hear what was being said and it began to annoy him. He went over to his dad and tried yelling at him but no sound came out, he was scared. Scared and angry and confused. Was he dreaming ? Sam watched his every move talking the whole time to the room at large Dean could understand snippets from reading his lips, things like " Deans here " and " He's right there, can't you see him ". Dean walked towards his brother " Help me Sammy, tell dad to help me. Some freaky doctors got me at this hospital " he yelled the words but knew no sound had come from his mouth. His shoulders slumped in defeat, his brother couldn't read lips, hell he could only get snippets from people and that was only if he concentrated real hard. It was one of the training sessions he'd slacked on that his dad had given, now he wished with all his heart that he hadn't. That's when he felt the pull, it was like someone was reaching around his waist and pulling him away " No " he cried " Sammy, dad help me " he was crying now the tears flowing freely down his cheeks, he tried to stay where he was but the harder he tried to stay the harder the pull backwards was till he was wrenched from the farm house.

His eyes opened slowly, blinking against the lights overhead, his mouth felt full of cotton wool sounds where fuzzy, he thought he could hear someone talking to him but the words made no sense. He turned his head towards where he thought the sound had come from and a bleary shape came into view " dad ? " he croaked " Its ok son, I got ya you're ok " a warm hand stroked his hair and rested on his cheek, Dean leant into the touch. " I got so lost dad, I couldn't find you…or…or….or Sammy "

" Shhhhhh……..you're safe now ", Dean closed his eyes letting the warmth from the hand comfort him, when he opened his eyes his vision had cleared some and he looked up to the see the person who was comforting him. It wasn't his dad, it was doctor Phelps, Dean jerked away from the touch and glared at the doctor " Get off me " he growled

" Now Dean calm down you've just woken up from a very strong sedative that Craig gave you, I want you to relax "

" Who the hell is Craig ? " Dean asked confused, then he suddenly had a thought " Oh you mean Randall, that guys a jerk "

" Yes…well.." the doctor cleared his throat but Dean saw amusement dancing in the doctors eyes.

" He shot me !! With a gun !! " Dean fumed " That was not cool "

" You won't be seeing Craig again he was not supposed to use a sedative that strong on any of the patients here . I was afraid you wouldn't wake up Dean you gave us quite a scare "

" How long was I out ? " Dean tried to sit up but found he was once again restrained " Please let me go I won't fight I promise ". The doctor eyed Dean who was doing his best to emanate his brothers famous puppy dog eyes that seemed to get him whatever he wanted. The doctor sighed and stroked Deans hair again this time he didn't pull away but stared intently into the doctors brown eyes " Please " he whispered " I'll do whatever you want just don't tie me down I hate it when I'm tied down "

" Ok Dean, but you have to do as you're told, no arguments and no more fighting "

" I wont " Dean grinned and looked to the restraints

" You should smile more often Dean " Dean nodded and smiled more hoping that it'd please the doctor and he'd be released sooner, " I'll try sir ". The doctor nodded to the new orderly to release Dean, he did so quickly. " Erm…doc….I'm kinda hungry any chance of some grub ? " he asked sheepishly

" Of course Dean but as punishment you are secluded to your room for the rest of the week. You will only leave this room to come to your therapy sessions understand ? " Dean shuffled his feet and watched them with great interest " Yes sir ".

" Good now I'll send Gerald here in with some food for you " Dean snorted and looked to the new orderly

" Dude…Gerald?! that sucks " the doctor clearing his throat stopped Deans teasing and he once again resumed his search of his slippered feet. Both the doctor and the orderly left Dean alone in his room, his eyes snapped up once he heard the door lock, his green gaze becoming focused and determined. He'd play this game, find out where he stood, what this doctor wanted from him and use it against him. As the orderly brought Dean his food he once again resumed his role as the subservient child.

John Winchester sat at the table in Pastor Jims kitchen and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, his son had been missing for two days and he was reaching the end of his patience. Apparently Jim had thought he'd heard noises from the boys room and gone in to check on them, only to find the bed empty and no sign of the boys anywhere. He'd frantically called both Sam and Deans names before he'd heard sniffling coming from underneath the bed. When he'd investigated it was to find Sammy laying flat on his belly and crying. He'd managed to coax the child out and asked where his brother was only to be told that a monster with black eyes had taken him. Jim had asked him how he'd managed to get away when Sam had told him that " He had to go bathroom real bad, so he went to go potty and when he came back the monster with black eyes had Dean and flown out the window . He'd got scared so had hidden under the bed till daddy came to save him ". When Jim had heard the frightened child's explanation he had called John straight away. Five hours later John had stormed into the house demanding explanations, they'd searched everywhere but found nothing. There had been no signs of struggle in the boys room with no sulphur residue to tell if a demon had been involved or not, this had led to all the hunters sitting in the kitchen wondering where the hell they should turn to now. Sammy was curled on Caleb's lap sucking his thumb his ear pressed to Caleb's chest listening to the steady thumping of his heart.

A warm breeze seemed to blow into the kitchen and Sammy raised his head to see where it had come from

He looked towards his father as Pastor Jim placed a comforting arm on his shoulder " We'll find him John

I promise you we will find him ". John merely nodded, Sammy saw his big brother watching them all a

look of sadness on his face, he saw Dean wave at him and he excitedly pointed to Dean " Deans back !!

Look Deans here ". The hunters looked to where Sam was pointing only to be met by empty air

" Sam stop it !! There's nothing there " John growled

" But daddy he's right there, I can see him !! Can't you see him ?! " Sam watched as his big brother went

to their father he looked to be shouting but Sam couldn't hear what he was saying, Dean walked to Sam

Who watched his brothers every move Dean began talking to him, but Sam couldn't understand him. He

tried so hard to hear his brother that he actually thought he heard him say " Help me….hospital… " but

the words sounded distant and muffled. Sam watched as his brothers shoulders slumped then it was like

Dean was pulled away from them, from Sam and he didn't like it one bit " Dean !! Dean !! No don't go ".

He clambered off Caleb's knee and tried to follow his brother but he was moving so fast " Dean

come back " , but his brother was gone leaving Sam in tears by the door " He went away again , he was

right here daddy , he was, I sawed him " Sam looked up into the face of his father fat tears rolling down

his cheeks. John picked up his youngest son and pulled him into his chest " Its ok baby, we'll find him

again " he cooed into the little boys distraught ear. John looked to the others, if Sam was seeing his

brother and they couldn't that could only mean one thing, that his eldest boy was dead and he had come

back to them as a spirit. John gripped Sam tighter and closed his eyes, he suddenly felt very dizzy and felt

himself being guided to a chair " Jim what does it mean ? " it was his voice he was sure of it but it

sounded so unlike him, it sounded weak as if was barely keeping in control. He felt Sam move in closer to

him and held on tighter, " We'll get him back Sammy I promise " he whispered.

It wasn't long before he heard Sam's breath even out gentle puffs on his neck letting him know that Sam

had cried himself to Sleep. " Jim what the hell ?! Did Sammy see his brother ? Is he ?………could my boy

be……….? "

John swallowed unable to voice the dark thoughts that where tumbling through his tortured mind, "I

don't know John, lets not jump to conclusions ok? It could be any number of things, but we will find

Dean I promise you " Jim sat in front of John and placed his hand on Johns knee, all John could do was

nod he felt the tears prick behind his eyes he tried so desperately to hold them back but he could feel them

leaving treacherous tracks down his cheeks. " Oh God Jim, what if he's dead ? What if my boy is dead ?

What am I going to do ? ". Jims heart went out to the man in truth he was at a loss, he had no idea what

could have happened to Dean and although he hated to have to admit it he had had the very same

thoughts that John was expressing now, and that thought scared him more than anything. Jim knew that

If Dean was dead then John would soon follow, they had to find out just what was going on. But they'd

searched everywhere and everything that he could possibly think of and come up with nothing, it was as if

Dean had just vanished into thin air. The Pastor was pulled from his musings by Caleb touching his

shoulder. " You ok Jim ? "

" I'll be better when we get Dean back, we just have to search again. We must have missed something, he

can't just have disappeared and I refuse to believe that he'd dead !! "

" Yeah, I know what you mean, I'll go out again and search the perimeter ", Caleb patted Jim's shoulder

and left dragging Bobby with him. Jim raised his eyes heavenwards praying for divine intervention they

really needed some help and Jim just prayed that his prayers went answered, as he stood up and covered

the sleeping father and son with the comforter he hoped that the answers they needed wouldn't come to

late to save this family.

Authors note; Ok I know its not a very long chapter, sorry about that. I'll try and make the next one

longer please review I'd like to know what everyone thinks…thanks guys xxxx