Hope you all enjoy this chapter, it has a surprise ending that will make you squeal, LOL!! But, this story has had two cliffies and next chapter won't. Can't do them all the time. Please R&R, greatly appreciated.

Chapter 2--The Man With The Red Eyes

"Mr. Winchester, how can I help you?" The warden inquired as he entered his office and sat at his desk.

"Yeah, uh, thanks for seeing me, Warden. My brother, Sam, was an inmate here up until a few days ago. He's disappeared and I'm looking into it. I need to know if he was acting strangely…did he have any trouble with the other inmates, did he have any visitors, anything you can tell me would be a greatly appreciated."

"Wow! That was fast!" The warden said under his breath.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh. No, Sam was a model prisoner. No problems, which was a bit of surprise considering his problems at Riker's. I can get you the visitor log-in book."

"That would be great." Dean said with a smile, he might get a break after all.

Dean flipped through the visitor log book. He saw his name over a dozen times, Mike's name, and their father visited him in Riker's so he knew he wouldn't see his name.

He slammed the July book closed, rubbed his tired eyes and opened August's book. He started to sharply flip the pages, becoming annoyed with the same names over and over again. He suddenly stopped at one page. Some joker had written his name in huge letters…Luke Sullivan. Dean traced his finger to the prisoner's name. "Sam Winchester"

"Hey, do you remember this visitor?" Dean asked as he turned towards the guard who was helping him. He tapped his finger on top of the name.

The guard sighed loudly. He'd entertain this guy for a short time…maybe he'd give-up quickly and realize his brother just bailed on him. He took a look at the name and gave Dean a quick nod of his head.

"That guy was a real weirdo," the guard shuddered.

"What do you mean?"

"He had pale skin, like paper white, bleached blonde hair and red eyes, he's um…um…what do they call them?" He snapped his fingers in success. "An albino, he had a white suit…dude could've blended into the wall, wrote his name way too big, as you can see. He was just weird. Hate to admit this but, he scared the shit out of me!"

"Scared you? Why?" This guy had to deal with a lot of dangerous people in his line of work. He was big, looked like he could give Dean a run for his money; and he was scared of some pasty white weirdo in a suit.

"I don't know…there was just something about him…like he was a lot more dangerous than he looked. The way he looked at me, he looked like he could…" He laughed shakily. "I don't know; he was just scary as hell!"

"You record all visitors inside the visitor room, right?" Dean said hopefully as he put the book down. This was the first real break since Sam disappeared.

"Yeah, but I can't show it to you; I'd get into trouble." Dean pulled out his wallet, and pulled out fifty bucks. "I really need this job." Dean pulled out another fifty and the guard quickly took it, looking around to make sure no one was watching. "Follow me sir."

"Alright, this is the time of Luke Sullivan's visit."

"I don't want to press my luck, but could I view this privately?" Dean smiled, hoping the guy would give him a break.

"Sorry dude, but I can get into real trouble just by letting you in here; no way am I leaving you alone." Dean reached for his wallet again, Sam seriously owed him!

"Don't even try it; I said no!" The guard snapped.

Dean put his hands up in surrender, grateful for the guards help so far and not wanting to upset the apple cart.

The guard fast forwarded the tape until the man he recognized showed-up "That's him."

"Wow, he is a weirdo!"

Dean watched his brother carefully as the man approached the youngest Winchester's table. They spoke briefly, the man gave Sam something, spoke some more then leaned forward and grabbed Sam's wrist. Sam seemed to be in pain…he tried in vain to take back his arm. The video was a bit shaky, but Dean could see his little brother was terrified.

"What the hell? Shouldn't the guards do something? That bastard was hurting him and they're just sitting there with their thumbs up their asses!" Dean yelled.

"I don't know why they aren't doing anything." The guard shook his head.

"Look at that…he's terrified! That's why he left; this guy threatened him!" Dean yelled.

"Shhh! Keep your voice down!" The guard warned him, nervously watching the door.

"No one is helping…even the people at the table next to them, they're not even reacting," he said much quieter. He swallowed hard at the idea that his brother was…is at the mercy of whomever or whatever came to see him that day.

"I hope this helps." The guard said sincerely.

"Yeah it does, can I get a copy?" Dean smiled; his smile didn't only work on women. The guard gave him a look that told him what it would take to get a copy. Dean pulled out another fifty as he cursed under his breath.

The young hunter rushed to his car, excited…hopeful. The son of a bitch was going to pay; he would enjoy giving him his dues! As he approached his car he heard his ring-tone, Back in Black. He reached for his cell and flipped it open.

"Hey, you got anything?" He quickly inquired; knowing who was on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, I do, and it's good news and bad," Mike answered with an unhappy tone. "There's a cop who says he saw someone matching Sam's description out on route 80. The guy said he found Sam asleep in his car…"

"Wait, Sam has a car? This is just great." Dean grumbled as he fished for his keys.

"There's more…the cop thought Sam was intoxicated and when he instructed Sam to do some simple test, Sam attacked him." Mike paused, hearing the silence, knowing what Dean was thinking.

He took a deep breath. "Listen Dean, it might not be him, and if it is…he must be in a lot of trouble." He said calmly, reassuring Dean. Mike had gotten use to that job.

"I think it was him. I looked at the visitor log book, and he had a visitor and with a little bribery…"

"Bribery; you didn't!" He said a little shocked, but mostly amused.

"I did." Dean said proudly. "This guy who visited Sam was psychically hurting him. No one helped him, no one stopped the son of a bitch, and he was threatening Sam. Sam…Sam was terrified!" He looked down at his keys, bit back the tears, and choked down the lump in his throat.

"He's in trouble…I know it…" A single tear fell. He looked-up at the grey clouds that were invading the bright blue skies…a coming storm.

"Do you have a name?" Mike had been silent for a while; he felt the same pit in his stomach as Dean did. But, he had come to like both boys in his dealing with them and he wasn't going to let either one of them get hurt if he could help it.

"Luke Sullivan. Can you do a search, Mike? I'm on my way." The younger man wiped his face, taking in a deep breath and trying his best to compose himself.

"Yeah, see you later." And they ended the call.

Dean turned to his car, got in, started the car, and was ready to back up when a guard jumped onto his hood.

"Hey, what the fuck…? Get-off my car!" He shouted at the man who appeared out of nowhere.

"Oh come, I was hoping we could talk." The guard said with a smirk and a wink as he rested his foot on the side mirror.

"I said get-off my car!" Dean yelled; his eyes wide with anger. The man lowered his eyes.

"You'll never find him," he said as he opened his eyes again, revealing now red eyes. His smile widened.

"You son of a bi…" Dean started to open his door, but the guard jumped down and, putting all his weight on the door, slammed it closed.

"I just want to talk, man to man." He tried to place a hand on Dean's shoulder but Dean jerked away.

"You're no man, and I have nothing to say to you, except give me back my brother." He growled at the guard, breathing heavily through his nostrils, his lower lip quiver slightly.

"How would you know what I am? You think I'm a demon, right?" The guard said leaning closer, Dean nodded. "I'm not a demon, but I am concerned." He said, biting his lower lip. His tone changing, he now sounded like a concerned parent. In return, Dean gave him an incredulous look.

"I'm worried about you Dean…you won't give up. Sam told you to forget about him." He lowered his head as if the moment was too overwhelming.

"You're worried about me?" Dean laughed at the notion and the guard lifted his head. "You're some kind of demonic, hell spawn, fucked-up piece of shit; I don't care what you are! I don't need your concern, I need my brother! What I need is for you to leave him alone." He tightened his lips and gritted his teeth. "And if it is the last thing I do, I will save my brother."

"What if it is the last thing you do? Let's say for argument's sake, you do find him, unlikely, but, just for argument's sake. He tells you he doesn't need you, he doesn't need you to save him; that he is happy to do what I ask him to do." He smiled an evil smile; now. The older Winchester could see what the guard inside meant when he said Luke Sullivan scared him. Dean tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his eyes never leaving the man in front of him.

"Tell me Dean, if it is the last thing you do, and you still fail, than what? You die and he still is lost. That's what I am concerned about; I don't need you, I have what I want. I have no beef with you, so why not find a nice girl that you can take to daddy dearest and forget you ever had a brother?"

His voice was low, soothing, laced with concern. It was fake concern, but still it surprised the boy. He had never met a demon like this before, but again he did say he wasn't a demon.

Dean could feel his breath coming in uneven gasps. That was his worst fear…Sam turning evil, Dean unable to save him and, in the end, all his efforts would be in vain.

He swallowed his fears, gave 'the guard' a huge smile and quietly said, "Fuck you, I will never give-up on my brother!" Dean took a lot of pleasure saying that to him.

The guard smiled and shook his head. "It's your funeral. You think Ol' Yellow Eyes is a formable enemy…" He laughed. "I eat demons like him for breakfast." Dean had had enough of their 'talk'. He pushed the guard away from his door, opened it, and got out.

"I don…" He started, but the guard smiled grabbed his wrist; he'd finally gotten his chance.

"Shhhh! Dean, why do you fight so much? Okay, you want to see him? I'll let you…how 'bout we make a deal?" Dean found himself in a trance, losing himself inside the red eyes; they engulfed him, soothed him, hushed his fears and told him 'everything would be okay, just do whatever the man with the red eyes tells you to do.'

"A deal?" Dean repeated the guard's last words absentmindedly.

"Yes, a deal. You get reunited with little brother for ten years of complete bliss, and in return I get something valuable." He smiled, tightening his grip on Dean's wrist.

Dean shouted at himself, screamed within himself to do something, pull away! Pull away! He could hear the growling of thunder above him, but it held no meaning; he was becoming lost…lost like his brother. Sam…we need Sam, take the deal!

A single rain drop fell on Dean's forehead, then another. He breathed, blinked….then another one dropped; he realized what was happening…what really was happening. He pulled his hand away, revolted at what almost happened. He stumbled backwards and back into his car, started powerful engine and peeled out of the parking lot.

Once Dean was gone, the 'guard' turned back into his albino form, walked to a white stretched limo and got in. Someone sitting beside him handed him a Cuban; he put it into his mouth and lit it. Blowing out smoke, he made his decision.

"Sick your dogs on him; we can't allow him anywhere near Sam." He shook his head at the lost chance…almost had him.

Sitting in the comfortable chair, Dean could feel his body shaking. It was soaked with water; his clothes clung to him like a second skin. The cold and wet chilling him to the bone, he shook deeply. His head in his hands, he went over what just happened at the prison in his mind. He almost made a deal, for what? What did he mean by something 'valuable'? How could he allow himself to be influenced like that? He heard the door open and close behind him; he raised his head and met Mike's stunned gaze.

"Are you okay…? You said you would be right over; that was over six hours ago! I was worried sick about you! I thought something happened to you." Mike was scared out of his mind…sitting here for six hours, waiting and wondering if Dean had gotten himself killed.

"Six hours? It's only been an hour" He gave Mike a confused look; Mike picked-up his desktop clock and showed Dean the time. He stared at the clock…it couldn't be right! He looked out the window; it was nighttime!

"Dean…what happened?" Their eyes met, and Mike could see the confusion and exhaustion in the young man's eyes.

"I don't know. I left as soon as we hung-up…there was this guard…he, he has Sam…he was messing with my mind…manipulating me. I…I think I blacked out." He said quietly, the cold seeping in deeper…making him shiver more. His teeth started to chatter together. Looking up at Mike, he hoped his friend wouldn't think he was crazy.

"I'm not crazy…it's true." He added needing to be believed…that he wasn't crazy.

The older man put a hand on the younger man's shoulder and squeezed it gently. "I don't think you're crazy," he lied. "You need some rest; we'll do this tomorrow."

"No!" Dean shot-up, brushing off his friend's hand. "You think I'm crazy…I'm not! How can you doubt me after what you saw at the farmhouse…at the prison with Sam? You know I deal with…the unexplained, the unbelievable, the supernatural. You know!" He shouted.

"Dean, calm down; I don't know what you're talking about. Why would a guard have Sam? How did he mess with your mind?" Mike tried to keep his voice calm; Dean was behaving hysterically and he had to talk him down.

"There are things out there…they'll mess with you, tear you apart, have you for breakfast I, we hunt them. Like Green…he was a hunt, then when we figured things out, we tried to put his spirit at peace. There are things out there…demons, werewolves, shtrigas, they'll just tear you apart." He rambled on, he was pleading, begging to be believed.

"Dean, stop it your scaring me!" The admission surprised Dean, but he understood it…he was scared shitless as well.

"It's true, and sometimes it scares me too, but if you watch the tape you will know I'm not lying and I'm not crazy." He pulled out the tape from his jacket.

"I have the cruiser cam; which one do you want to watch first?"

"Yours."

Mike picked-up the tape from his desk and they walked to the small TV. He popped it into his VHS recorder and they began to watch.

Dean watched it intently. Sam came out of the car…he seemed annoyed by the light in his face. He handed something to the cop, most likely ID…a few moments later Sam attacked him. Dean involuntarily gasped when he saw his little brother viciously beat the man on the ground with a flashlight.

"Look at that! He stopped…he's looking at his hands like he couldn't believe what just happened; he isn't in control. Maybe he's being manipulated." Dean knew it wasn't Sam who sedated him, not really. This "Luke Sullivan" was manipulating him, controlling him. They even used the same lines…go find a wife, have kids, and just forget about your little brother.

"Yeah, your right; Dean…there's more." He paused for a moment, knowing this would just be another ton of bricks on Dean's shoulders, secretly hoping it wouldn't be the straw that broke the camel's back. Dean lowered his head in exhaustion, shaking it in disbelief. How can there be more, how much worse can this get?

"The cop, he's in ICU. He has internal bleeding and he isn't clotting. Long story short, if he dies, Sam will be a cop killer." Dean's heart stopped, this couldn't be happening!

"They have a warrant out for his arrest; there's a manhunt for him. Dean, if they find him, he may not get out alive. I'm so sorry." Mike said it quietly. He knew if Dean lost his brother, it would kill the young man; he was crumbling already and it had only been a few days.

Dean leaned forward, pressed the button, popped the video out and replaced it with the one from the prison.

"Okay, this is him." Dean pointed to the albino approaching Sam. "Now, when he grabs Sam's arm, it looks like he's hurting Sam and no one helps him." Mike stared at him for a moment; he knew what was going on in Dean's mind; then he watched the tape.

"It's like they don't see or hear what's going on, like Luke is manipulating them so they don't hear or see what is really happening. You see that…look, I'm not crazy." He said desperately; he never cared if people believed him, or what they thought of him. But now, more than ever, he cared. He desperately needed someone to believe him!

"I believe you Dean, you're not crazy." Now he wasn't lying and the proof was right in front of him. "The police will be watching you; they know you will go to Sam, so be careful. I have something for you." Mike got-up, walked to his desk, removed something from a locked drawer and locked it up once again.

"Here, I never want to see you again." He said with his hand stretched out. The words stunned the young hunter; he thought Mike was his friend. He didn't have many, so he valued the few he had. He looked at the envelope and realized what Mike had really meant by never seeing him again.

Dean reached for the envelope and opened it. Inside was all the information on Luke Sullivan Mike could find, passports for both boys, and three thousand dollars. He eyed the money, knowing it was too much.

Dean looked up at his friend, "I can't take this. You have a baby, and legal aid isn't a pro-ball career."

Mike laughed, "Neither is what you do, I imagine. I doubt you even get thanked, but consider this a loan; pay me when you can." He smiled kindly.

"I don't know when I can repay you, if ever," still arguing, but inwardly accepting the money.

"Don't worry about it, the interest is a killer." He stuck out his hand and Dean took it. "It was a pleasure, and interesting working with you. I think you guys are the most lively clients I have ever had!"

"Yeah, we Winchesters are not your average, well…anything!" he said with a chuckle. "I don't know how I will ever repay you, for everything you've done…especially for my little bastard brother." They both laughed.

"Just beat the shit out of your brother for me!"

"Will do!" He said as he left, heading for New York City.

Sam walked into his new apartment and shook his head. Why did he expect it to be any better than the car? He threw his bag on the floor by the door and slammed it shut. It creaked back open. He turned around, annoyed, and closed it again. It creaked back open. Pissed, he cursed out loud and locked it…it opened again.

"Stupid son of bitch!" He didn't care if anyone heard him. He pressed his body against the door and locked it. He watched it warily for a moment, then turned around noticing the beautiful woman on his bed. He smiled and walked over to her.

"You must be Kathleen." She smiled and nodded her head. Sam looked her up and down; she was wearing a long dusty rose silk robe. "I don't know what you think, but, this isn't my style." He made as if to turn around to inspect the kitchen when she spoke.

"Oh come on, I'm your present!"

He scoffed at the idea of a woman being a present; he turned to face her.

"I don't treat women like they are objects. You're not a present." She didn't care what he said; she thought he was attractive and undid her robe. Underneath was a matching dusty rose chemise.

He looked at her beautiful body; part of him wanted to be with her, part of him wanted to run…what about Jess? It would be a disgrace to her memory to sleep with a woman he just met less than five minutes ago. But, on the other hand, just like the cop, he wanted to do this more than anything…it felt right. That voice inside of him was small, but it was getting louder; he felt like he was fighting with himself.

He went to her, lay on top of her and put his hand on her hip. She removed his jacket. Their lips where close…close enough to kiss, but not touching. He wanted so badly to kiss her, but he stopped. "I can't…I have, had a girlfriend. I think you should leave." He got-up and went to the kitchen.

She undressed as he watched; but, when he didn't go back to her, she put her dress on and left her lingerie on his bed. "A present and this is your client list. Luke explained everything to you right?" He nodded. "Be at these places at the exact date and time; Luke doesn't like tardiness or mistakes, so don't screw-up." She warned him, and left.

Sam walked over to the night table and picked-up the list. He took a quick glance…his first "client" would be tomorrow.

"John, I'm so sorry! This is a terrible situation for any parent to go through. I understand…I have children." The man with the red eyes behind him cooed, his hand on John's shoulder, whispering lies into his ear.

"I'm so sorry for your loss." John broke down, looking at his "dead" son in the morgue. "For your son to kill his own brother; it's just sickening! Drugs, booze, women, Sam saw the warning signs, but Dean wouldn't listen. He killed your little boy." The snake continued to whisper into John's ear; his plan was almost complete.

"I don't believe it, Dean would never do crack…kill his own brother; he would rather die than let anything bad happen to Sammy!" John reasoned, becoming free from the manipulation.

"No, John you never saw the signs; they were right in front of you, but you chose to ignore them. You failed as a father and now you have to end it…" He leaned closer, whispering directly into John's ear. John could feel the hot breath blowing into his ear as the man spoke. "You have to kill Dean, then kill yourself, because you are a failure."

"I am a failure…" John echoed the words in agony. "I have to save Dean, save him from himself, and then kill myself." Tears ran freely down his face as he openly wept for his 'lost' son.

TBC