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.

CHAPTER 17 Looking in all the wrong places

'Wake him now.' Decebal snarled the order slapping her hard across the face, 'I told you to hurt him not kill him.'

'Why can't I have fun?' Ruby pouted prettily draping herself around Decebal's neck she licked at the dribble of blood from her lip and kissed him hard, 'after all lots of play makes Ruby a very wanton girl.'

'You are incorrigible Ruby.' Decebal pushed her away with a disgusted grunt, 'anyway am so not interested in female flesh not now, not when I have that served up to me.' The demon drooled as he ran a sharp fingernail down Sam's bare chest, gathering blood along the way. 'Mm he is so tasty.'

'What can he give you that I can't?' Ruby pushed herself between Decebal and Sam, 'I can give you so much Deci, leave the boy and come to a woman.'

'You are pathetic; remind me again why I resurrected you?'

'Because you like the way I can dominate anyone at anytime. I enjoy my job.' Ruby shrugged and turned to face Sam, 'and believe me I do enjoy it.'

Sam could hear their voices coming at him in the mists, his mind and eyes filled with a red-tinged mist, moving his head made him feel even more nauseous, pain pulsated through out his body, he felt bone grinding bone, and knew that he was dying. He could feel it, his heart kept faltering and he found it hard to breath at the best of times.

A soft moan escaped from his lips unbidden, unwanted but still there. 'Oh God.'

'No God here Sammy my boy.' Decebal pushed Ruby aside and slithered up to the young man hanging like a fresh piece of meat from a hook. 'nice to see you awake finally, I'm afraid Ruby does tend to get rather excited about her job.'

'Yeah ... she's ... the ... best.' Sam pushed the words out, too tired to argue with Decebal he just wanted to lie down, to lie down and sleep. 'Tired.'

'No, no stay with me Sammy, I want my favourite pet to enjoy himself.'

'M'tired.' Sam's eyes slid shut, a soft push of air from his lungs as he started to drift again.

'Get him down and clean him up.' Decebal ordered, 'I want him awake and waiting for me when I finish my meeting.'

'Yessir,' a blank-faced guard nodded as he stepped out of the shadows, 'do you wish him to be attired?'

'No, wait yes on second thoughts; I will have something ready for him in my suite.' Decebal grinned lasciviously and stroked Sam's face before lifting his chin and kissing his lips lightly. 'Mm it won't be long my precious boy.'

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Dean stumbled and fell against Josh's back, his head thrummed with pain and his ankle swelled so tightly that it cut off the circulation; all he wanted to do was take his boot off and lie down with a long cool beer and a gorgeous blond.

'Dean?'

'Huh? Sorry Josh.'

'Hey it's okay I'm worried bout ya, you're getting sicker aint ya.'

'Just tired and dizzy.' Dean muttered under his breath but Josh still heard it.

'We take a break Dean and there's no option to take.'

'Gotta find Sammy.' Dean swayed and felt himself tilting towards the floor when Josh caught him and lowered him gently down. 'What ... what's ... wrong with ...me?'

'Dunno but I'm worried Dean.' Josh said staring down at the white face pinched with pain, 'how's the ankle?'

'Numb.' Dean started to giggle uncontrollably, 'numb as ... numb.'

'Okay Dean I have to get you back to the motel.'

'No, no not without Sammy.'

'Dean, you're not going to do Sam any good if you can't walk, or do anything.'

'Josh I – I can't leave him.'

'And if you die?'

'Josh.'

'No Dean we'll find a way but first we gotta get you back to the motel and regroup.'

A painfilled cry silenced both of the hunters, with a frown deepening on his face Josh put a finger to his lips and then crept down the hallway blending into the shadows.

Biting his lower lip Dean tried to stand but his injured leg refused to take any weight and he crashed down again. Frustrated he wanted to yell, to hit something or someone but all he could do was sit there and wait.

Minutes dragged by until he saw Josh rushing back towards him, with someone braced against him. 'Fuck ... Bobby?'

'Dean we have to get outta here they're right behind us.'

'Can't walk Josh, go get Bobby outta here.' Dean looked up at his friends and winced when he saw the shape Bobby was in. 'Go, go leave me with a gun and get him out of here.'

'Dean...'

'No go.' Dean aimed his glock just as the guards came into view, 'now.' He fired off a shot hitting one of the men in the leg, 'Get going.'

Josh tightened his grip on Bobby and glanced down at Dean, 'I'll be back for ya kid.'

'Yeah, yeah get him out of here and then come back for us both.' Dean said, his gun wavering slightly as the tremors ran down his arms, 'will ya get the fuck outta here you're ruining my aim.'

As Josh and Bobby disappeared from view, Dean took aim and wounded another two guards before a bullet grazed his shoulder and he dropped his gun. More guards surrounded him as he looked up at them, held his hands up to surrender and then passed out.

'Master we have the other Winchester brother.' One reported into a radio, while the others gathered Dean up and carried him deep into the new compound.

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Decebal stared at his new boss; an air of contempt filled the room while both demons assessed each other, 'Master I will be forever grateful to for releasing me from the pits.'

'Do not make me regret it this time Decebal; you have one chance to redeem yourself and one chance only.'

'I will do whatever you want.'

'Hmm we shall see Decebal, tell me are you over your obsession with the Winchesters?'

'I am sorry Master but that is my business.'

'Tell me Decebal.'

'Sir, they are well in hand.'

'Good to hear, so you have both of them?'

'I have the youngest as we speak and the older one will be mine shortly.'

'Excellent what about John?'

'Your ploy worked earlier Master but I have not ...'

'Leave him to me.'

'Yes Lord.'

'Now I hear that you have a female hunter?'

'Yes, yes I was planning to dispose of her.'

'I want her.'

'Master?'

'Do not question me Decebal, I want her, you have your ... boys and I want female flesh it has been a long time.'

'Yes, yes Master I will have her delivered to you immediately.'

Decebal's radio beeped interrupting the conversation, 'this had better be good.' Decebal listened a broad smile formed as he heard the report. Clicking the radio off he smiled and gave a little chuckle, 'it seems that we have another delivery, the other Winchester boy.'

'So John is on his own then?'

'Yes Master he is, they are taking Dean to my suites as we speak.'

'Excellent Decebal you may be worth all of the trouble you have caused me.'

'Thank you Master.' Decebal bowed deeply and hurried from the opulently decorated office his delight showing on his cold features. The demon sat down at his desk and clicked his fingers; Ruby appeared seated on his knee and gave him a deep kiss.

'You called Master?'

'What did that idiot do to the youngest Winchester?'

'Let me play with him, and no I did not kill him.'

'Good girl.' The demon fondled her bare breasts idly as he thought of his prize, 'so what else can you tell me my beauty.'

'Sam definitely has powers I can taste them when I am near him; he is strong but doesn't know it. He is conditioned to be a victim Decebal has done well on that score.'

'Tell me more Ruby.' The demon nuzzled her neck as his hand roamed over her lithe body making her wriggle even more.

'He has had a thing for Sam ever since he kidnapped his brother Dean. He lusted for Dean but there is something else in the way he wants Sam, he has truly beaten him into a submissive role.'

'With your help?'

'Not all of it no; but yes most recently.'

'Tell me more.' He sighed his breath scorching her neck as he moved his hand between her thighs, rhythmically stroking the moistness.

'He is terrified of having nails driven into him; I had a wonderful time nailing him to the bed after a good whipping.' Ruby said between deep throaty pants, 'he ah oh he ah is so submissive I can get him to do anything for me now.'

'Mm that is interesting.' The demon pushed Ruby face down onto the desk his fingers cruelly digging into her skin eliciting more groans and sighs, slapping her bare buttocks. He licked his lips and pulled his own trousers down as he stood up; his hands seemingly moving of their own accord alternately stroked and slapped her until her pale skin covered in red handprints. 'Ah Ruby you really are a wanton little wench aren't you.' He plunged himself deep inside her in one powerful thrust, causing her to cry out with more pain than passion. He thumped against her, plunging deeper each time.

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Sam sat stiffly on the bed, still confused about what happened after Ruby he tried to quell his rising uneasiness. At least they allowed him to shower in peace and there was a pair of pants for him. Satin harem pants but at least they gave him a modicum of dignity. The water hissed against his blazing back and he felt the heat raging through his nerves. The sound of a key in the bedroom door lock startled him and pulled him out of his reverie. With dull painfilled eyes, he watched, tense and terrified as he waited for another round of torture to begin.

A guard stepped into the room and aimed a gun at Sam, as if he was going to do anything when he had a metal collar around his neck and a chain connecting him to the wall behind the bed.

He watched as they dragged in an unconscious man and dropped him onto the couch on the other side of the room. The silent guards left without acknowledging Sam after they made sure that the new prisoner was not going anywhere. Holding his breath, he waited for them to go before he could focus properly on the newest arrival. 'Dean?'

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Joshua squealed the tyres as he pulled into the motel carpark, within seconds he was out of the car and helping Bobby inside. He pushed the door open, and Ellen greeted him with a cold stare and the barrel of her rifle. 'Shit Joshua you gave me a fright.' She blinked and lowered her gun only realising then that he held a barely conscious Bobby next to him. 'Oh God Josh what happened?'

'We got Bobby but ...'

'Where's Dean?'

'He got sick again; his ankle swelled and gave out. I couldn't carry both him and Bobby. Dean point blankly refused to leave without Sam. I got Bobby in the truck but when I went for Dean, there was a pool of blood and no sign of him.' Josh laid Bobby down on the bed next to John's and got his med kit, 'tell me again why I bother patching these guys up?'

'Josh?' John frowned and stared at the man with a confused look to his eyes, 'Dean? Sam? Are they?'

'I'm gonna go find em John I just need to fix Bobby up first.'

'Bobby?' John tried to sit up and after two aborted attempts managed to prop himself on the bedhead and was able to take in the scene unfolding in front of him better. 'Oh God what happened to him?'

'Tortured but I don't think anything else.' Josh said sending a silent prayer into the ether that he was right. 'They've worked him over, a few times.' Josh swore under his breath as he sat back and looked up at John, 'he should be in a hospital.'

'Can you fix?'

'I think so; I hope so for Bobby's sake.' Josh shook his head and went back to working on the now unconscious hunter. After an hour, he finally sat back and wearily wiped the sweat away from his face with his forearm, unable to use his hands because they had Bobby's blood painted over them, in garish patterns and splatters.

'Josh?' Ellen offered him a clean face washer damp with warm water. 'How is he?'

'We need to keep him sedated for a while, he's got three broken ribs and the rest are ranging from bruised to fractured, can't really tell without an x-ray. His nose is broken, as well as two teeth, right shoulder dislocated but I was able to pop it back in. same with his left knee, but it's the cuts and bruises on his back that are worrying me.'

'Why?'

'From what I can tell the cuts were from a sharp cane or something similar to rigid for a whip. Whatever it was, they struck him hard enough to cut into the muscle and what didn't cut caused deep bruising. I can't believe that he's still alive.'

'Josh what about my sons?' John asked his voice stronger and his eyes clear from confusion, 'that bastard has them both doesn't he.'

'Yeah I think so, I'm so sorry John.'

'Not your fault, Dean did exactly what I would do.' John didn't know whether to feel pride, anger, fear or a mix of all three. 'He needs to find Sammy.'

'How you feelin' John?'

'Tired and sore but otherwise okay.' John lied and he knew that Josh would see right through it but enough was enough and he was not going to let Decebal play him as a victim. 'When we going to get Sam and Dean back?'

'John I ... I think that you should stay here.' Josh stammered slightly as he spoke not sure on how the big man would take it.

John opened his mouth to argue but then closed it again and had a small rueful smile on his lips before he spoke again he thought out exactly what he was going to say. 'Josh, okay I need some more rest and you need to watch over Bobby, but first thing tomorrow we're going to do recon, and I aint taking no for an answer.'

'Promise no heroics?'

'Hey look who you're asking that.'

'That's what I mean, promise no heroics or I dope you up and go on my own.'

'Fine.'

'Fine what John.'

'Alright fine we go on your terms.'

'Fine.'

'Fine.'

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'Dean?' Sam tried to reach his brother again, but the collar cut into his already bruised throat. Dejectedly he dropped back on the bed and contented himself with watching over his brother.

Dean could hear shuffling in the distance, and felt a softer surface under him so he knew that he was no longer on the floor. A soft groan slipped out before he could stop it and that was when he heard Sam's voice again. It wasn't a dream, 'Sammy?'

'D-Dean? Oh God Dean you okay?'

'Sam?' Dean forced his eyes open wincing with the bright light that greeted him, 'Sammy?'

'Damn Dean I thought ... you okay?'

'Where?'

'Decebal's bedroom.' Sam sighed the futility of his situation getting to him as he once again pushed himself closer to Dean just needing the physical contact.

'What? Where?' Dean blinked and scrunched his face as he his started to throb, an overwhelming exhaustion descended over him and all he wanted to do was go back to sleep, and wake up from the nightmare he was in.

'Dean? Please dude stay awake for me.' Sam hated the pathetic whine in his voice, the way he begged but he was so tired of being alone.

'Sam ... what happened?'

'Dunno they brought you in here and dumped you on the couch.'

Dean sat up and held his head in his hand until the dizziness stopped, blinking through watery eyes he stared around the room finally letting his gaze rest on his little brother. 'Oh God Sam.' Dean felt his heart clench and beat against his chest as he took in the sight of his brother. The heavy collar and chain, the obscene pants were bad enough but when he saw the injuries, old and new it broke him completely.

'Not as bad as it looks Dean.' Sam tried to shrug off his situation but all it did was make him feel each minute movement in his body.

Dean pushed himself up and on shaking legs lurched to the bed where he landed next to Sam, 'nice digs.' He tried to joke but instead he felt the tears rise when he saw the ones trickling down Sam's face. 'Ah damn it Sammy.'

'I – I am so sorry Dean, I didn't want ... I didn't want you here.'

'We are so talking about your little excursion later Sam, first we have to check you out.'

'Nope you first Dean, your shoulder is still bleeding.'

'It grazed me Sam I don't think the bullet even went in.' Dean said as he slipped his shirt off and tried to inspect the wound himself. 'See, nothing to worry bout.'

'Dean, it might be a graze but damn it's deep.' Sam reached into the drawers next to the bed and pulled out a first aid pack and some bandages. 'Whoever it was who ... well they left these here for me to change later.'

'Nice of them.' Dean ground out the words and held his breath as Sam quickly cleaned the wound, 'ah shit Sam.'

'Sorry, at least I don't have to stitch it, the butterfly strips will work just fine.' Sam kept a running commentary for Dean as he eased the edges of skin together and stuck down the strips before covering it with a gauze pad and bandaged it as tightly as he dared. The instant relief was palpable and Dean heaved a tired sigh as he felt two tablets drop into his hand. 'Just some paracetamol sorry got nothing stronger.'

'S'okay just give me four.' Dean swallowed the tablets and chased them down with water before he turned his attention to Sam. 'Turn around.'

Sam stared at his brother before giving in and slowly turned his back to Dean, the sharp intake of breath a huge indicator of just how bad it was. 'Fuck Sam what did they use?'

'Cane... Dean it was Ruby.' Sam flinched under the gentle ministrations. 'And wax.'

'Sam on your hips and lower back, these wax burns ...'

'She did symbols didn't she?'

'Yeah dude.' Dean ran his good hand over his face and tried desperately to swallow down on the threatened eruption from his stomach.

'Dean what is it?'

'Some look infected but someone did clean them, how much pain you in?'

'Some.'

'Sammy?'

'It hurts like hell Dean.' Sam spoke so softly that Dean barely heard him. 'I got some broken ribs too I think, I felt them move.'

'I'm gonna kill that bitch so slowly she will beg me to let her go back to hell.' Dean mumbled finishing up with tending to Sam's wounds he moved around to face Sam, giving his brother a little respite from moving again.

'My, my aint this sweet. Two delectable morsels for me already laid out.' Decebal crowed from the bed, 'ah Dean my precious boy it is good to see you again.'

'What the fuck did you do to Sammy?' Dean snarled his upper lip curling with disgust and anger, 'I am so sending you back.'

'Oh please Dean that threat is getting rather tiresome.' Decebal sashayed across the room, 'just sit there and be a good little pet or Sammy here will hurt some more.' With a flick of his fingers Sam started to choke, gasping for air his hands went straight up to his throat but there was nothing there. Nothing physically choking him but the effect was the same.

'Alright, alright just stop hurting him.' Dean gave in as he saw the blue tinge appear around Sam's mouth. 'Leave him alone please Deci.'

'Ah okay since you asked so nicely.' Decebal waved his hand and Sam slumped sideways against Dean.

'Anyhoo I have come to tell you the news.' Decebal clapped his hands excitedly, 'we're going on a little trip.'

'What ... what do you mean?'

'It means my darling Dean that you, your brother and I are outta here and going somewhere a lot ... nicer.'

'No fucking way, Sam's not well enough to be moved anywhere.'

'Tsk, tsk Dean such language maybe I should silence you again? You do remember what happened last time.'

'Dean it'll be okay.' Sam croaked out touching Dean's arm lightly, 'please don't ... don't get hurt.'

'Just need to do a few adjustments.' Decebal grinned wickedly and waved his hand, suddenly Dean was semi-naked, and the only clothing he wore was his jeans even his feet were bare. Then Decebal smiled even wider and with another wave, a collar appeared around Dean's neck with a heavy chain attached to it.

The memories came back unbidden and in full technicolour of the last time he was forced into wearing a collar, hyperventilating Dean couldn't hear anything except the roaring in his ears. Panicked he stared at Sam while he desperately tried to catch his breath.

'Breath Dean please, don't let him win.' Sam tried to block out Decebal's laughter and taunting remarks and focused solely on his brother. 'Dean come back to me dude please.'

'Sam?' Dean pushed his brother's name out as he fought valiantly to catch his errant breath and calm down. 'Damn him to death Sam.'

'We're going to be okay.' Sam said unaware of the two men coming into the room and positioning themselves behind each brother, he didn't notice the syringes in their hands. He only felt the sharp jab in his neck, and saw Dean's similar reaction before everything went black.

TBC