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: 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 paedophile who kidnaps them, he does not get to do anything to either boy.

S—D

Chapter Five

Sam opened his eyes and started to sob, he began with a whimper but quickly it morphed into an ear-splitting scream interspersed with large bell-shaped tears. He tried to sit up but when he couldn't move let alone get up his screams took on a whole new level of decibel breakage.

'Sammy?' Dean tried to call out to his distraught brother, he so wanted to go to him but the restraints held him tight against the bed. 'Hey Sammy, it's okay little dude I'm here.'

'C-C-Clowns!' Sammy screamed his little face reddened with the effort as he started to gasp for breaths.

'What is the racket in here?' the man burst into the room slamming the door behind him.

'You scared Sammy.' Dean yelled, 'he's scared clowns.'

'Shut up brat.' The man snarled at Sam, 'shut up now.'

'Leave him lone.' Dean yelled again but the man ignored him as he pulled his hand back and delivered a hard slap to the toddler's hip and thigh, 'don't you touch him freak.'

The man turned and glared at Dean, 'get him quiet and I won't punish you, but if you don't then both of you will be punished do I make myself clear!'

'You're not our dad! Our dad's gonna kick your ass.' Dean snapped as he struggled even harder against the restraints.

'I am your father there is no one else your birth father gave you to me. He doesn't want two whining, brats like the two of you hanging around him anymore.'

Dean's mouth fell open as he heard the mean words coming from the man and then he glared up at his tormentor with a cold hard glint in his eight year old eyes, 'you're nuthin but a mean old freak and my dad is gonna rip yer head off.'

The blow came without warning and Dean's head snapped back against the pillows, he laid there dazed and unable to focus on anyone or anything all he could hear was a loud buzzing in his ears.

'Deanie!' Sammy sobbed as he came out of his own stupor to see the mean man hit his big brother, 'don' hurt Deanie!'

'I have had it with the two of you, you don't deserve this nice room and things.' The man snapped as he undid Sam's restraints and roughly pulled the toddler from the bed.

'Deanie!' Sam screamed as the man cruelly twisted his wrist and dragged him from the room.

'Sammy?' Dean blinked and stared at the door, 'Sammy!'

Minutes later the man came back and stood over Dean's bed with his upper lip curled into a snarl, 'the two of you want to act like feral brats then you will be treated like ones, when you decide to be respectful and behave yourselves then you can come back into your nice room.'

'I want my brother, I want my dad.' Dean's face infused with red as his anger grew, 'I hate you!'

'I will soon change your mind boy.' The man's acrid breath stung Dean's tender skin as he leant in close to his face, 'I promise you, you will call me daddy.' He undid Dean's restraints, 'one thing though you fight me in anyway you will not see your baby brother … do you want him to be by himself in the dark with just a clown's mask for company?'

'N-no.' Dean shook his head and bit the inside of his mouth, 'n-no Sir.'

'Better.' The man smiled as he pulled the boy off the bed and dragged him out of the room, 'this is the best for both of you and the punishment will serve to remind you of who you are now, David.'

'Wha?' Dean blinked and stopped walking as he stared up at the man, 'my name is Dean.'

'It is David from today forward, you will be called David and if you don't answer to your new name your brother will be punished.'

'Leave Sammy lone.'

'He is not Sammy, Sam or Samuel from now on he will answer to Sean.' The man pulled on Dean's hand once again, 'it is your responsibility to teach him his new name and to make sure that he understands what will happen if he makes a mistake.'

'No freakin' way.' Dean tried to prise his fingers from the man's grip but all he got for his effort was a tighter squeeze until he felt one of his fingers pop, 'Argh.'

'Get moving David.'

'Get bent.' The words slipped out before Dean could stop them, horrified he stared up at the man's face,'s-sorry S-Sir.'

'Too late David.' He smiled as he twisted two more of Dean's fingers until the knuckles popped.

'N-no p-please Sir, I-I won't do it again.' Dean said hanging his head.

'What is your new name?'

'De-D-David … Sir.' Dean muttered hoping that his compliance would make the man happy and that he would leave Sammy alone.

'What is your brother's name?'

'Sa-Sean … Sir.'

'And who am I?'

Dean felt hot, sick and dizzy but he would play the game until his real dad came to rescue them, 'Daddy.'

'Good boy David.' The man placed a dry kiss on Dean's head and led him to a doorway hidden under the stairs. 'Now go and keep Sean company I think that the clown's mask might have lost its charm by now.'

Dean stood on the top of the short stair case and listened carefully, he held his injured fingers hard against his chest, 'Sammy?' he called out softly not wanting to scare the toddler. 'Sammy it's me.'

'De-De?'

Dean ran down the steps and tripped on the last one he fell hard on his hands and knees as pain spiked along his dislocated fingers, stifling a cry he swallowed deeply and slowly crawled over to where Sammy was huddled in the far corner. Hanging directly above and in front of the small boy was a grotesque clown's mask; trapped in the corner Sammy could not look anywhere else except the floor, every time he looked up he saw that hated creature.

'Sh Sammy it's me, it gonna be kay now.' Dean sat as close to Sammy as possible and pulled his little brother into a tight embrace, 'I gotcha now.'

'S-Scared De.' Sammy whimpered, 'hurts.'

'I know Sammy I know but I gotta tell ya sumfin.' Dean took a deep breath and put his uninjured fingers under Sammy's chin, 'listen bro we haveta play a game otherwise that ol' meanie is gonna hurt us.'

'G-game?' Sam stared at Dean's fingers, 'De's fingee hurt?'

'I'll be okkies Sammy, now till daddy finds us we're gonna have to pretend that our names are different, my name is gonna be David and your name's gonna be Sean.'

'Don' likes S-Sean.' Sammy pouted, 'Don't like Da-Da-Daveed.'

'Davey will do okkies Sammy?' Dean tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace on his young face, 'when it's just you an' me then we can use our own names but when the big meanie is around then we's gotta use the others,' Dean frowned then he didn't want to tell Sam the next bit, 'we haveta do one more thing.'

'Not daddy.' Sam said firmly with his pout deepening, 'not my daddy.'

'I know Sammy he's not our daddy and our real daddy is gonna find us but we's gotta play his game fer now, so's he don' hurt us.'

'Hurts Deanie?'

'We'll be okkies Sammy we just gotta be good at playin' his game.'

'Don' likes his game.'

'Me too, Sammy, me too.'

S—D

Bobby groaned and tried to open his eyes, they felt like they had been glued together with superglue. 'Nnngah.' He grumbled and tried once again to open them.

'Bobby come on dude wake up.' John begged his friend once again his patience nearly done, 'Singer front and centre!'

'What?' Bobby demanded finally opening his eyes, 'what the f…?'

'What happened here Bobby? Where's my boys?' John asked him his tone harsh and filled with menace.

'The boys? Ah no.' Bobby screwed his eyes shut as the pain speared through his head, 'he got me.'

'Who? Who got you?'

The colour drained from Bobby's face as he stared up at the distraught father, 'the third guy, I'm sure it's him, an' I'm pretty sure that …' Bobby swallowed against the rising bile he had to keep an even keel, his eyes started to water as he pushed himself off the couch and staggered away from John and Josh.

'Bobby?'

'Gonna heave.' He managed to get out as he started to retch violently he just made it into the downstairs bathroom before pain-filled moans echoed through the silent house.

'John sit down before you fall down.' Josh said as he watched his friend start to wane in front of him, 'I'll make some coffee, sit.' He watched John finally drop into the armchair before he went to check on Bobby and then headed to the kitchen.

Ten minutes later the three hunters all nursed their 'doctored' coffees, with more whiskey than anything else. 'I tell ya John he totally got the jump on me and I still can't workout how he managed it.' Bobby took a long sip of his coffee before he could continue, 'I remember him sayin' that he wasn't gonna get denied again, that the boys were destined to be his. I can't swear by it but I'm sure that it's the same creep who was the clown at Chucky Cheese.'

'Clown what clown?' John frowned who was this pervert who got his boys?

'When Dean and me took Sammy to Chucky Cheese for his birthday…'

'Ah I missed his birthday.' John whispered, 'sorry Bobby.'

'They had this circus theme night, and this sleazy guy dressed up in a clown's outfit he had the worst BO imaginable. He scared Sammy so badly, I got rid of him but he must've I dunno followed us home.'

'So we go to Chucky Cheese first?' Josh said, 'shame we can't do anything tonight.'

'Dean and Sammy … must be so scared.' John muttered his thoughts filled with self-recriminations and guilt. 'My boys … Mary's babies.'

'We'll get em back John I promise ya.' Bobby said suddenly feeling very sober.

'What if it's too late?' John glanced at his two friends with tears shining in his eyes, 'what if it's too late?'

S—D

Josh strode out of the Chucky Cheese family restaurant pulling at his tie in disgust, he had a name and address but he felt so creeped out as he checked the man's dressing room.

He met John and Bobby at the last stop in their search, he easily tracked them down when he heard John's booming voice rise with each syllable.

'Are you sure that this is the same man?' Bobby quizzed the young woman at the counter.

'Yes Sir I'm positive he smelt so bad, but he said that he had just left the army but looked so old.'

'Can you tell us anything else Miss? Please he took my sons.' John turned on the perfect kicked puppy look, 'I need to find them.'

'I rang my manager after he left there was something so hinkey about the guy, he said that his boys were coming to live with him, he even bought pull ups for a toddler and boy's night-time nappies for the older one, I thought it was strange so I reported him to the boss.'

'Did he pay by credit or cash?'

'Cash, sorry but he did … he bought two single beds and had them delivered I think that his address should still be on record with the office.'

'Thanks miss, you've been a great help.' Bobby gave her a curt smile as he led a shell-shocked John towards the office doors.

'I hope you find your boys Sir, I really do.' She called out after them.

'Josh did ya git anything?' Bobby looked up at the younger hunter.

'Aside from a bad case of the heeby-jeebies? Yeah his name is Claude Atkins, he started working at the restaurant a week before you took the boys Bobby. Guys you should have seen his dressing room, it'd turn ya stomach.'

'Well that girl on the register confirmed he was here buying up big, they should have his address on file for a delivery of two beds.' Bobby nodded as he glanced over at John, 'ya doin' okay Winchester?'

'Huh? Yeah I guess, it's just … a man took them Bobby, Josh, no demon, no monster just a freaking man. Monsters I get … people are just plain crazy.' He shook his head and felt his cold rage suddenly start to boil.

'We're gonna git em back Johnny.' Josh said his own guilt starting to pile up, 'I promise we'll git em back and you can take on Claude the freaking clown.'

'Okay I'll go and git the address, Josh, John you two git the car and be ready to head off.'

'Bobby…' John looked at his friends, 'Josh I just want to…'

'Don't say it John wait to we have those boys of yers back.' Bobby said before he disappeared behind the office doors.

'Same for me Johnny,' Josh grinned and slapped John's shoulder lightly, 'come on dude let's get that car before the old man beats us.'

As the two men walked out to the car park John stopped and stared at Josh with a thoughtful look on his face, 'dude I just thought of something.'

'What?' Josh stopped moving and waited for John to finish his thought.

'If that girl told her boss about the creep, and there's suspicious stuff in his dressing room … then why aren't the police hassling us? I mean you'd think that they would have been informed by now that there's paedophile hanging around.'

'Now ya mention it…'

'I don't have a good feeling bout this Josh, I know this is where Bobby lives but…'

'We'll go and git the car, and on the way to the creep's house we can ask Bobby what he thinks.'

'This is way too pat for me Josh it just feels like we're getting everything handed to us.'

'Which means that either we're getting set up or that they're setting us up to catch someone they couldn't or wouldn't?' Josh finished the thought and then the two hunters of the supernatural hurried to their car, only this time they were hunting a human.

TBC