Time, Tattoos and Trouble.

Third in the Decebal Trilogy

Disclaimer: Not mine never was and never will be...sigh just my own fevered imagination and the odd original character.

Author's Note: I am so sorry it has taken this long to get an update done but from the end of uni to my computer over heating and packing up on me to the loaner which is older and slower to my sinus infection life has been a challenge lately! LOL

Still here we go with the latest in the Decebal saga.

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CHAPTER 16 Oh Where, Oh Where Has Little Sammy Gone?

Dean paced the motel room muttering under his breath of what he was going to do to his brother when he found him. Josh checked John once again relief flooding through him when he saw his blood pressure back to normal, the same with his temperature and he seemed to be sleeping, just sleeping.

A sharp knock on the door had both Dean and Josh reacting with blinding speed, drawing their guns and positioning themselves either side of the door.

'Yeah?'

'It's me Ellen.' Came the terse reply.

Dean unlocked the door and let the woman into the room, a shudder of relief mixed with his anxiety rippled through him. 'Good to see you Ellen.'

'What's so urgent? I have to stay near the phone in case…'

'Ellen sit down we need to talk.' Dean said wearily, all he wanted to do was go find Sam but he knew that he owed the woman the truth no matter what.

'What Dean? I mean I know you want me to stay with your father but…'

'We know who has taken Jo, who still has her … again.'

'Again? Oh my God Dean not Decebal please tell me that she just ran away again.'

'Ellen hey listen to me you know that she went missing with Dad that it was Decebal back then.'

'No she ran off wanting to get in on the hunt, she was all bent up with wanting to get at you and Sam and she took off.'

'Whatever gets you through the night,' Dean ran his fingers through his hair and tried to reign in his growing frustration. 'Anyway Decebal had both Jo and Dad, then they let them go which seemed to be too good to be true. Dad was in a real bad way … actually he still is, we thought that Jo was … she's totally under Decebal's influence not sure if it is possession or something else. We were on our way to the safe house, Bobby had Jo in the truck with him, Sam with me and Josh and Dad bringing up the rear. We stopped for a break but before we knew it, Bobby and Jo tore outta there, he's not answering the cell and neither is Jo. Dad collapsed with what looked like a heart attack, so we came here, Dad's doing better but he's still not out of danger yet. Sam … Sam's still not well, he ah got a … visitor in his head next thing we know he's taken off in Dad's truck, he left the emergency cell open he was going to meet Decebal if he didn't then … Decebal has both Bobby and Jo…'

'And he won't be shy in hurting them to make Sam do what he wants.' Ellen stared at Dean for a few moments, 'go … go get them back Dean I'll stay here with John.'

'I'll bring them back; I'll bring her back I promise Ellen.'

'You better.' Ellen squeezed Dean's arm and then stood up, 'so where's the patient?'

'In Josh's room,' Dean led the way into the adjoining room, John lay pale almost gaunt against the trademark white sheets of the motel, his eyes open, dark and glassy stared unfocused at the new arrivals.

'Dad?' Dean went to sit next to his father, he had never seen him so weak and in pain before and he had seen John hurt a lot of times in his life.

'Dean? Where's Sammy?' John slurred his words slightly as he tried to focus on his son's face, 'why aren't the two of you getting ready for school? No slacking off Dean.'

'No Sir, no slacking off … I'm going to find Sammy now Sir.'

'Good, good make sure that you go straight to school; don't want to get another phone call about your supposed absences.'

'Sure Dad.' Dean glanced up at Josh with a fear-filled stare, 'straight to school and then home again.'

'Dean make sure you look after your brother.'

'I will Dad.' Dean choked on the words as he pulled his hand away from his father's and hurried from the room calling for Josh to get a move on.

'Ellen…'

'Go Josh, John and me … we'll be fine.' Ellen said sitting on the same spot Dean just left and took John's calloused hand in hers, 'won't we John.'

'Mary?' John smiled softly, 'Mary I'm so sorry.'

Josh cleared his throat and nodded to Ellen before going to find Dean; he found the younger Winchester standing in the doorway: minus one cast.

'Fuck Dean what did you do?'

'It'll slow me down Josh, ankle's fine.' Dean said without looking at the other man.

Josh stared at Dean's back for a few seconds, taking in the stooped shoulders, the slight bend in the back, the tilt of the head and fists convulsively squeezing and releasing at his sides, oh yeah Dean was in perfect condition.

'I'm driving.' Josh announced, 'my truck.'

'Josh…'

'No sorry Dean no argument this time, anyway Decebal knows the impala, he doesn't know me or my truck as much.'

'Yeah I guess.' Dean couldn't lift his head to meet the enquiring gaze burning into him, into his soul.

'l need you with me Dean.'

'All the way Josh, come on I want to get my brother and friends back.' Dean limped towards Josh's truck, 'we salted everything didn't we?'

'Yep plus Ellen knows what to do.' Josh settled behind the steering wheel and waited for Dean to get organised. 'So where are we heading?'

Dean looked down at the list of directions he had gleamed from Sam and the open cell phone. Minutes later they arrived at the rendezvous point. They easily found Sam's large footprints leading away from John's truck and heading towards a place where a vehicle had been. 'Damn they finish here.'

'So van?'

'Yeah, at least they didn't take Dad's truck.' Dean hurried back to the big black truck and wrenched the door open. He found the still open phone on the seat with a now very dead battery, sliding in behind the wheel Dean tried to imagine what happened and how Sam worked it. His gaze wandered over the interior of the car, resting on a scrap of paper stuck in the rear vision mirror.

'Damn Sammy you're good.' Dean muttered climbing out of the truck and motioned Joshua over, 'he came through again.' He passed the man a piece of paper with a licence plate number scrawled on it.

'He's certainly your brother and your father's son.' Joshua beamed proudly, 'let's get to work Dean.'

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Sam stirred slowly, managing to slit open his eyes and then gradually open them wider to take in his new surroundings. He lay in the centre of a large comfortable bed, with black satin sheets, matching black slips on the pillows, and blood red cushions. the frame a heavy wooden one with exotic symbols carved into each pole a silver ring also fixed into each one. A heavy doona covered his lower body, encased in a black satin cover with a large red pentagram embossed on it.

As he woke a little more Sam tried to sit up but found that he was unable to move his legs, frightened he had to close his eyes and take a deep breath before he tried to investigate further. The feeling of the cool satin on his bare skin felt strange against the fear and pain welling inside him.

'Ah my boy is awake.' Decebal cooed as he appeared from seemingly nowhere, 'how do you like your new bedroom my sweet, sweet boy?'

'What are you up to Decebal?' Sam glared at his tormentor his green eyes darkening until they looked black, his jaw set and hard his face had a coldness to it that made Decebal take a step backwards.

'What is it my lamb? Why do you look so cold?'

'Ah for one you have me chained naked to a bed.' Sam tried to keep his voice as cold and as toneless as possible. 'You blackmailed me into coming to you and then you drug me. Gee now I wonder why I'm cold.'

'Sarcasm does not suit you Samuel, that is more your brother's style.'

'Leave Dean out of this and tell me what you want.'

'Hmm still stubborn and rude aren't you my darling. I really hoped that with a break from me you would have settled down and realised your place. Alas, that is not to be so instead we must do this the hard way.'

'What? What are you talking about?' Sam lifted his head from the pillows to peer at Decebal, the demon seemingly blending into the background as the bedroom door slammed open.

'What are you doing Decebal?' Sam cried out again, he felt his heart trying to push itself up and out of his chest. The dizziness and blurry vision dulled his reaction slightly, but nothing prepared Sam for what or rather who stood at the end of his bed.

'Decebal you can't be serious.'

'Ah so Sam you are starting to realise just what I can do to you,' the demon tsked and shook his head in mock disbelief, 'all you had to do was agree to be my boy.'

'I am no one's boy.' Sam spat out his gaze fixed on the new arrival. 'I belong to no one.'

'Hmm is that so?'

'Yeah it is.'

'So your father doesn't own you?'

'No.'

'Your brother?'

'No one Decebal so stop trying to make me into something I am not.'

'Such bravado from you Sam, I am surprised I thought ... I can see so much of Dean in you, he has a strong influence on you hasn't he.'

'He's my brother.'

'Do you really want to defy me Sam?'

'Do you really want to hear my answer?'

'Tell me Sam, how is the leg? The numbness?'

'Fine.'

'How are your brother and father?'

'What do you want Decebal?'

'What I want is simple, I want the famous Winchester brothers as my pets, and I want their father to suffer a quick but painful death. I want to dominate the world, make it what it was meant to be. A world filled with debauchery and violence. Humans are violent sexual beings they are not meant to be at peace.'

'Nice speech shame it is full of delusion.'

'Enough of this mindless dribble I ask you again Sam, will you submit to me?'

'Hmm gee let me think ... ah ... no!'

'He is all yours, but don't break him too badly and do not kill him. Just loosen him up a little for me.'

'Decebal!'

'Sorry Sammy you forced my hand.' Decebal gave Sam a malicious grin and wink before disappearing as quickly as he appeared.

Sam turned his attention back to the silent being at the end of the bed and swallowed convulsively, 'please don't do this.'

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Dean clicked his cell phone closed and glanced over at Josh, 'keep going down the track to the end and then take the left fork.'

'You sure about this Dean?'

'Just drive ... damn it Josh why Sammy?'

'He knows Sam ... he knows about Sam's abilities.'

'So Sam is wide open to him?'

'Something like that, and, and he knows what a bleeding heart that kid is. I don't know what ... how to go on if...'

'Hey Dean, you have to keep it together man, for Sam and the others.' Josh said glancing over at his passenger; he quickly took in the shadowed eyes and haggard look on Dean's face. 'Man you're in pain aren't you.'

'Nah I'm fine.'

'Don't bullshit a bullshit artist Dean, damn it I knew that this was a bad idea.'

'Just drive Josh, I'll be fine.'

'In the glove box there's a packet of extra strength paracetamol take two,' Josh tossed a bottle of water at Dean, 'now.'

'Geeze alright, boss much.' Dean mumbled as he took the painkillers, silently thanking the medic.

'You're welcome.' Josh grinned as he took the left fork in the road.

'Just drive.' Dean mumbled easing his aching head back against the head rest, the closer he got to Decebal the sicker he started to feel, and he found himself wondering if the same thing happened to Sam; when he heard Sam on the phone he sounded off, strained and weaker.

What was that demon into now that he could control how they felt?

'Dean you okay?' Josh's gravely voice broke through Dean's musings and he found himself wondering exactly what the big man said or asked.

'Huh? Sorry Josh what did?'

'Are you okay?'

'Yeah just thinking ... when we were getting away earlier Sam was actually feeling better, his numbness was gone everything it was like he was healing faster than normal. And I have to admit I was starting to feel good again the further we got from the bastard. Then when I heard Sam's voice on the cell, he sounded weak again, the closer we get I'm starting to feel like crap again. Decebal was toast Josh, Bobby ashed him completely and yet he's back and somehow able to control how we're feeling.'

'You thinking something or someone stronger than Decebal has gotten into the act?'

'Dunno but it stinks to high heaven, I mean look at how Dad collapsed with a possible heart attack, just like that. I dunno anymore Josh we keep killing the bastard and sending him back to hell but he resurrects himself just as quickly.'

'Dean just ahead.' Josh jutted his head towards a large abandoned factory, surrounded by a high wire fence topped with barbed wire.

'Looks like Decebal's favourite type of lair.' Dean sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face to wipe away the cobwebs. 'Looks like we're doing some fence climbing.'

'Not with that ankle of yours.' Josh growled, 'check it out, the gate isn't locked.'

'We're expected?' Dean couldn't hide his smirk, 'Deci always had style.'

'How you want to play this?'

'Recon, I don't want to walk in blind and that's what he expects us to do, or rather he expects us to try and sneak in past his boobytraps.'

'You sure that he isn't a hunter?'

Dean gave Josh a withering look and slid out of the truck, hoisting his backpack over one shoulder, 'you coming?' Using the truck to help him Dean limped around to the front of the vehicle and waited for Josh.

'Dean your ankle.'

'Yeah, yeah it's there.' Dean gritted his teeth and steeled himself, using Sam's mantra he took off blending into the shadows, 'suck it up Winchester.'

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Sam felt the ice water splash over his face, making him shiver violently as he snapped his head up and tried to stare at his tormentor. 'Why?'

His only response was another resounding slap across his cheek, splitting his lips even more; Sam spat the blood hitting the cold unemotional face directly.

'My, my you do have spirit now don't you ... maybe I chose the wrong brother.'

'Go to hell.'

'Been there done that.' The words punctuated with another resounding slap, this time Sam's right cheek split open and blood poured steadily down his face. 'Prefer upstairs to down.'

'Why are you working with Decebal? I thought that you hated him.'

'As they say keep ya friends close but your enemies closer.' Another slap sent Sam's head reeling back, the force pulling the neck muscles to snapping point. 'Mind you they don't say how close to keep your lovers.'

'I am not your lover.'

'No?' This time instead of a slap, he felt a warm tongue lap at the blood dripping down his face, disgusted Sam jerked his head away earning himself a cuff against the side of his head and a strong hand holding his head still.

'No ... Don't!' Sam cringed as the mouth connected with his he could taste his own blood on the tongue as it was forced into his mouth. Breathlessly he strained against the cuffs holding him tight against the frame. His body convulsing with tremors as he fought to push himself away from his molester.

'No you don't, Deci said I can do what I want and that is what I intend on doing.' Before Sam could retort he felt the hand leave the back of his head and suddenly everything went black as a cloth hood was pulled down and fitted snugly over his eyes, his breathing hitched as he listened intently for some sort of noise, anything to give away the location of his torturer. Just then he was silenced, a ball gag filled his mouth and was tied tightly, cutting into his lips.

Frantic he tried to calm himself but he could feel himself start to panic and to hyperventilate.

'Now it's time to play.' The familiar but cold voice sounded in his left ear.

Tensing himself Sam waited for the first blow but it never came, intense silence enveloped him, causing his panic to soar. The burning took him by surprise; it was hot, liquid and stuck to his skin - wax.

Frantically Sam tried to pull away but the drips of wax hissed as they hit his flesh, from his chest down his stomach towards his groin, then onto both of his hips making a garish design of tiny burns. As quickly as it started the burning stopped but the respite was only seconds before he felt the burning start on his back. Long streaks of wax dribbled down the spans of skin, in thick rivulets towards his buttocks.

Sam felt the darkness encroaching on his inner senses and he relaxed into it, only to be jolted back to his harsh reality with the slicing sting of a long thin willow cane across his bare butt.

'Uhhuh no losing it yet lover boy, we got some more playtime together first.'

TBC