Innocence Reviled

Sequel to Innocence Defiled.

Disclaimer: It's my sandbox and I can play with who I want too. Promise I don't make anything out of this dribble but satisfaction in knowing that someone out there is enjoying it. I will eventually return Dean and Sam, cross my heart and ummm...

Wee!Chester Story: Sam is 4 and Dean is 8

Author's Note: I wasn't going to start this sequel so soon, but it seems that I may have left a few readers wondering about what's gonna happen. So here goes...

Author's Note 2: There is no explicit child sexual abuse in this story, although there is an intent nothing happens to either Dean or Sam. Child sexual abuse is totally abhorrent to me and I would never perpetuate or glorify it, so I just want to make it clear that although it is a pedophile who kidnaps them, he does not get to do anything to either boy.

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Chapter Four

'Okay boys I got a customer coming here soon, he's looking for some spare parts can you two stay in here and play for me?' Bobby looked down at the two young Winchesters with a serious look on his face, he didn't know this guy and was a little more than suspicious when he insisted on coming as soon as he hung up the phone. 'I need you two to be very quiet for me, can ya do that?'

'Yeppers Uncle Bobby, we can be very quiet if you want.' Dean nodded solemnly when he saw the worried look on the man's face, 'we stay inside and play.'

'That's ma boy.' Bobby ruffled Dean's hair and smiled down at him, 'after I git rid of this dude how about we go and get take out for dinner?'

'Sounds like a plan Uncle Bobby.' Dean grinned, 'Sammy might need some ice cream too for dessert ya know just ta make sure that he's feelin' okay.'

'Oh he does, does he?'

'Uhhuh, coz we don't want him sad no more.'

'Nope we don't, do we?' Bobby laughed and then glanced up at the window when he heard the sound of a car coming down the driveway. 'Okay boys nice and quiet and I'll git rid of this guy.'

'Yes Sir.' Dean took Sammy's hand and led him to the back of the living room, where they had their blocks and books set up. Bobby took one last look at the boys before going out to meet the new customer.

'Dean I's scared.' Sammy whispered and moved closer to his brother, 'bad man comin.'

'Sammy, hey it's okkies Uncle Bobby's gonna be back in soon and then we're going to get dinner.'

'Bad man.' Sammy repeated shaking his head he slid his thumb into his mouth and pressed harder against Dean, not interested in playing with the blocks or anything

'Hey Sammy you feelin' okay?' Dean wrapped his arm around his baby brother and gave him a quick hug.

'Deanie?'

'Yeah lil dude?"

'Bad man hurts Uncee Bobby.' Sammy whimpered, 'hide Deanie.'

'Sammy what the?' Dean stared down at his little brother unsure of what to make of Sammy when he heard his uncle Bobby yelling, 'come on Sammy.' He grabbed his little brother and together they ran to the special hidey-hole that only their Uncle Bobby and the boys knew about.

'Boys, ah my beautiful boys.' A large man blocked the doorway just before they had a chance to get through to the hiding spot.

Terrified Dean pushed Sammy behind him and tried to back away from the menacing stranger. 'You leave us alone.' Dean tried to sound as confident as he possibly could and kept Sammy hidden behind him, 'where's Uncle Bobby?'

'He had to leave and said that you two should come with me.' The man said as he stepped closer to the terrified children.

'Nuhhuh Uncle Bobby wouldn't leave us,' Dean yelled, 'whatcha do with Uncle Bobby?'

'He's fine; I'm going to take the two of you to meet up with him in town.' The man said his smile widening as he took another step towards them.

'Nope Uncle Bobby already told us what we're doin' and you aint part of it.' Dean yelled as he pivoted and picking up his brother in one smooth movement before running as fast as he could towards the door.

'You little brat.' The man's smile disappeared as he lunged towards them; he managed to get a grip of Sammy's good leg and wrenched him back bringing Dean with him.

'Deanie.' Sammy screamed and tried to kick away from the strong hand, but as he fell backwards towards the man Sammy felt his bad leg jar against the wall and then the floor, sobbing in pain he let go of his brother and tried to scamper backwards.

'Sammy!' Dean yelled as he scrambled back onto his feet and launched himself at the man, aiming short hard blows to the man's face.

'You little shit.' The man grabbed Dean's shirt front and backhanded him across his face instantly silencing the little boy. 'Stop it both of you.'

Sammy took a heaving gulp and stared horrified at his brother hanging limply in the man's hand, his green eyes wide and dark with fear, became fixed on staring at Dean's pale face.

'Come here Sammy and your brother doesn't get hurt.' The man said as he held his hand out to the little boy.

'Hurts Deanie?' Sammy whispered and pressed himself harder against the wall, 'you hurts Deanie.'

'Come here now Sam.' The man ordered and swatted the little boy's behind, 'this is just a warning, do as I tell you and you won't get spanked.'

Sammy gulped and stared up at the man his little body shaking in fear but he let the man take his hand, he looked over at Dean who seemed so still, blood dripped from the tear on his lip. Sammy wanted his daddy.

'Time to go home boys, I got your room already for you.' The man said happily, as he carried Dean and led Sam out to his waiting car. Once he had Dean secured in a harness style seat-belt, he then manhandled a very traumatised Sammy into a booster seat, slipping a similar looking harness to Dean's over the toddler's head and fixed him in place. With a cold smile and humming softly to himself, he pulled two syringes out of a black leather carry-all bag. He leant over to Dean first, who was just starting to come around and jabbed him in the leg with one needle and then he turned back to Sammy. The little boy's high pitched screams echoed around the seemingly empty salvage yard and then the only sound heard was that of a car pulling out of the driveway with Bay City Rollers blasting from the car-stereo.

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Josh held his head in his hands, rocked himself absorbed in self-recriminations, he never heard the doctor walk towards him, never heard when the white-coated man sat down next to him.

'Mister Smith?' The doctor said for the third time.

'Huh?' Josh looked up and saw the other man for the first time. 'Doctor?'

'You're John Smith's brother?'

'Yeah Josh how is my brother?'

'He's going to be fine, he was lucky that you got him here so quickly.' The doctor paused and rubbed the bridge of his nose, 'can you tell me what happened?'

'My brother had a hunting accident and was having trouble with his pain and anxiety, he's recently widowed and separated from his two boys for the first time. So I slipped him a sleeping tablet … I totally forgot about his allergies, I thought I was doing … Oh God I could have killed him.'

'An accident Mister Smith that's all, now I am admitting your brother for observation but baring any complications he should be right to go home in the morning.'

'Thanks Doc, can I go and see him?'

'Certainly I'll get a nurse to show you where to go.' The doctor stood up and smiled down at Josh, 'your brother is a strong man he'll be fine.'

'Thanks Doc I really appreciate it.' Josh tried to smile, 'ah is there anywhere I can make a phone call? I had better ring the boys' uncle and let them know we're gonna be late.'

'Just at the nurse's station.' Doctor Grist pointed over to the reception desk and then gave Josh a quick nod of the head and strode off. Josh slowly stood and with a heavy heart rang Bobby's number. After hearing it ring out Josh hung up and stood for a moment trying to think of where Bobby and the boys would be.

'Hope you're handling them okay Bobby for your sake.' Josh mumbled under his breath as he followed the nurse, 'coz I know my ass is grass.'

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After pulling his car into the garage, the man pulled the door down before he went to unlock the door between garage and kitchen. Both of the boys were quiet and gave him a few minutes to prepare the house for them.

First he carried Sammy in and placed him on the bed against the far wall, wrapping soft Velcro restraints over the tiny wrists and then he removed the brace from Sammy's leg and swiftly changed his pants replacing them with a pull-up nappy. Satisfied with his handiwork he brushed a kiss onto Sammy's forehead and went to fetch Dean from the car, he carried the groggy boy carefully through the house making sure that he kept Dean's face pressed against his chest. When he got to the bedroom he laid Dean onto the other single bed and quickly fastened the restraints on Dean's wrists as well, the eight year old started to moan and tried to move, making him work even faster. He removed Dean's jeans and boxers, replacing them with a night-time boys' nappy and pyjama pants, finally he placed restraints around Dean's ankles and then covered him with a blanket.

'Daddy will be right back,' he smiled kissed Dean's forehead and left before the boy was fully aware.

He stood pressing against the door, a shiver of delight ran through him as he realised what he had managed to do. He had his boys, they were all his, now he could take his time and groom them. His family was finally complete.

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Josh's truck crunched along the gravel as he finally drove into Singer's Salvage Yard, John rested fitfully in the passenger's seat, he still looked pale and puffy around his eyes but definitely looked better than when they had left the hospital during the night. John insisting on leaving during the wee hours of the morning, not wanting to hang around to see if his insurance card was alright or if the doctor wanted to keep him in any longer. Once they had the allergic reaction under control he insisted that he was fine, he just wanted to see his boys.

'House is still in dark.' Josh remarked as he carefully shook John's shoulder, he had been on the receiving end of John's fist when the big man was startled awake and he had no wish to have it happen again. 'Time to wake up John, we're here.'

'Huh? What?' John blinked and tried to focus on the face swimming in front of him, 'Josh?'

'Yeah that's me, and you're John and we're at Bobby's you want to see those boys of yours or what?' Josh grinned as he got out and hurried around to John's door.

'I got it.' John groused but Josh still hovered not wanting to have to haul the bigger man over his shoulder or anything.

'Bobby!' John yelled worried when there was no sign of life coming from the house, 'something's wrong Josh, Bobby's always up and about at the crack of dawn.'

'Yeah it's too quiet … John where's the dogs?' Josh pulled his gun out and left John leaning against the truck while he went to check around the yard, while Josh was gone John lurched towards the front of the house. His foot slipped on a wet patch with his frown deepening he ran his finger through the liquid and stared in horror at the red stain on his skin. 'Josh!' he bellowed before drawing his own gun, adrenaline surged through his system and he ignored the pain spiking through him as he followed the blood trail inside. 'Oh God Bobby!' He hissed, his own blood chilled as he took in the sight in front of him.

Bobby had somehow dragged himself inside, leaving a trail of blood in his wake, finally losing consciousness just before the phone table. John dropped his gun and hurried to his friend's side, with a trembling hand he reached down to check for a pulse.

'John?' Josh's breathless voice broke through John's fogged mind, 'is he?'

'Alive … just ... Josh the boys.' John turned to look at the younger man, 'please go and see if the boys …'

Bobby groaned and his shaking hand flailed while he tried to reach for the phone, 'Bobby, hey Bobby it's John, I'm right here.'

'J-John?' Bobby squinted up at the man hovering over him, 'he-he took them John, he took the boys.' The injured man managed to get out before unconsciousness claimed him again.

TBC