Innocence Regained

Disclaimer: I know nothing, I see nothing, I hear nothing, whoops wrong disclaimer. I promise that I am not making any money or profiting in anyway from this story. I don't have claim to Supernatural, the characters or anything else to do with the show.

Author's Note: This is the promised third part of the Wee!Chester Innocence Trilogy, it follows on pretty much straight after the ending of Innocence Reviled. Does not contain child sexual abuse

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Chapter Five: I'm sorry but do I know you?

John rocked his baby boy on his knee, it had been three weeks since they lost Dean's trail and Sammy was slipping away from him as well. He was going to lose both boys if they didn't find Dean soon.

They found that motel the very next day, and finally was forced to include the police, blood spatters covered the bedding and the wall closest to the bed. A soiled pull up diaper in the rubbish made John retch violently, his entire being vibrating with disgust, fear, and anger.

The discarded syringe was the last straw and suddenly an amber alert was placed on Dean and his kidnapper. A state wide search was under way and Dean's picture appeared on news breaks, posters, every where and any where but no one could find him. No one had seen the man or child, the police tried to mollify the anguished father but soon they even backed off.

The hunter's network did their own search, using any and all contacts human, and not so human. One small boy just sat silent, his thumb fixed in his mouth and his sad-dull eyes stared at the metal brace covering his leg now from ankle to hip.

Nothing made him smile, or laugh, the only one who could get anything out of Sammy was his daddy. Not even uncle Bobby or Pasty Jim could bring him back, he was lost, and the only one who could find him was lost too.

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Daniel watched his not-father pack their bags once again, he sniffed and rubbed his nose as it itched; he shifted his dull gaze to his casted wrist, the skin beneath it itched as well but he couldn't be bothered scratching it.

He could remember that this man was his not-father, that he had a real dad somewhere looking for him, a big man who looked like a big grizzly bear, but had a deep funny laugh. He felt like half of him was missing so he stayed quiet and did what he was told, so that he could find his other half one day soon.

'Stop daydreaming Daniel we've got to get going.' Hartington snapped grabbing the boy's pitifully thin arm viciously and yanking on it, 'do I have to punish you again?'

'No Sir.' Daniel hung his head and let his not-father pull him off the bed.

'Don't you go sassing me boy.' The anger-filled face leered close and Daniel took an involuntary step backwards, the fear in his face the catalyst for what happened next.

'You ungrateful little shit, I give you a home when no one else would. Your father didn't even want you, he sold you to me for fifty bucks and even that was too much.' Harrison ranted as he dragged the trembling child to the bathroom, 'I thought we were passed this Daniel.'

'We-we are Sir.' Daniel stammered, 'I'm s-s-sorry.'

'Too late for that aren't we, time for your medicine.'

'No, no, no please Daddy, no.' Daniel cried out terrified when he saw the needle in his not-father's hand, 'please daddy, I'll be good I'll do what you want me to.'

'Too late now you know what to do Daniel, I suggest that you don't make me any angrier.' Harrison smiled coldly as the young boy slowly took off his jeans and boxers, replacing his underwear with the pull-up diaper and then pulled his jeans back on, 'what else Daniel?' He had to make sure he had full control of the wilful child before they could go to the next step in their relationship. Daniel heaved a heavy, wet sigh and held his uninjured arm out, squeezing his eyes shut at the sight of the needle hovering over his forearm. 'Daniel.' Harrison warned him when he saw the boy squeeze his eyes shut.

Daniel's eyes opened wide and he fixed his sight on his arm, forcing himself to watch. 'R-ready S-S-S-Sir.'

'This is for you own good, what's it for Daniel?'

'M-my own g-g-good Sir.' Daniel whimpered as he watched the sharp needle pierce his flesh and the felt the warmth of the drug flooding through his system, making him numb once again.

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John lifted a sleepy Sam from his car-seat and followed Bobby and Jim into the all-night diner, the three men were all more than exhausted and little Sammy just seemed to fade away.

'Sammy? Hey kiddo what to eat something for daddy?' John tried to cajole his toddler into eating anything, 'how about some ice cream?'

'Want De.' Sammy sniffled and buried his face harder against John's chest when he saw the waitress come to take their orders.

'Oh what a little cutie.' She cooed at the sight of Sammy tucked up against his ruggedly handsome father, with a flick of heavily dyed red hair over her shoulder she leered closer to John.

'He's ah not feeling well.' John pushed back from the overbearing woman and glanced at the others with a look of help.

Trying to stifle his laughter Bobby cleared his throat and glanced at the menu, 'ah I'll have the steak sandwich with the works, fries and pickles, black coffee as well.'

'Yes sir,' the woman visibly sagged but as she kept her smile plastered on her face, 'and what about you Pastor?' She asked Jim who smiled kindly up at her and gave her a small wink.

'I'll have the grilled chicken sandwich, fries, and a coffee.' He ordered, 'thank you ahh Madge.'

'Now has the little cutie decided what he would like?' Madge asked effectively cutting off Jim. Shocked at the woman's rudeness John levelled his steely gaze at her and tightened his grip around Sammy.

'Sam will have a small serve of fries and a bowl of vanilla ice cream, I'll have the steak sandwich fries and extra onions, strong black coffee and oh yeah a glass of milk for Sammy.'

'Thanks.' Madge sniffed, gathered the plastic covered menus and hurried away from the scruffy men.

'Don' likes her daddy.' Sammy whispered as he emerged slightly from his father's embrace.

'Daddy don't likes her either Sammy.' John whispered happy to see Sammy actually sit up on his own.

'Deanie!' Sammy cried out suddenly and started to squirm in his father's grip, 'Deanie gots to go to Deanie.'

'Sammy?'

'Deanie daddy, gotta get Deanie.' Sammy pouted and pulled a full on kicked puppy look as he managed to wriggle out of the booth and limp away, heading for his Deanie.

The man and young boy sat in the booth closest to the bathrooms and the back of the diner, the man sat eagerly devouring the meal in front of him, but the pale and trembling child barely touched his bowl of soup and piece of toast.

'Eat Daniel or starve your choice.' The man growled under his breath, 'do not embarrass me.'

'Yes-yes S-Sir.'

'Deanie!' an excited toddler's voice startled the pair of them but before the man could react and get out of there with Daniel, he saw the little brother and real father of Daniel hurrying towards them.

'Deanie, Sammy's Deanie.' Sammy squealed excitedly.

'Sammy?' John's voice rumbled loudly like a clap of thunder rolling across a stormy sky. 'Dean?'

The young boy looked up at the man and little boy, he stared at them with sad, dull eyes and tried to remember who they were and why they looked so familiar.

'Get away from him.' Harrison snarled as he pulled a handgun from his jacket pocket and aimed it at John, 'Daniel here now.'

'Yes Sir.' The boy answered tonelessly as he started to slide out of the booth and head towards his not-father.

'Deanie? Where you go?' Sammy cried out confused when his beloved big brother seemed to ignore him. 'Sammy wan' Deanie.'

'Shut that brat up.' Harrison growled, his upper lip curling in disgust, 'now Daniel and me are gonna walk out of here and there's nothing you can do about it. He's chosen to stay with me.'

'What did you do to my son?' John thundered, 'Dean?'

'His name is Daniel.' Harrison smirked, 'now git that brat out of my face.'

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Jim crept out of the booth and hurried towards the counter to get Madge to call the police while Bobby moved outside ready to stop the pervert from running with Dean.

John watched the man carefully, not daring to glance down at his broken son, he scooped Sammy up into his arms and held him tightly as he focussed on the crazy-assed sonovabitch who took his son.

'Daddy?' Dean whispered a look of confusion on his young face, he stared up at his not-father and then at the stranger with the familiar face.

'Deanie, Sammy want Deanie.' The high pitched wailing made him look at the little kid squirming like mad in the familiar-stranger's arms. As he watched the toddler squirming he felt something warm up inside of him once again and he felt whole again.

'Sammy?' he whispered so softly no one had heard him and stared up at the dimpled face stained with tears and the confused look in those big, bright green eyes. 'Sammy?'

'We're gettin' outta here and if you try an' stop us then ...' Harrison pointed his gun directly at Dean's head and gripped the boy's arm tightly just above the edge of the cast.

'Sammy?' Dean looked up at the toddler and felt tears burn his eyes, 'Dad?'

'Move Winchester or I'll end that squalling brat of yours.' Harrison shifted his stance slightly and aimed the gun at Sammy's chest, 'shoulda done it already.'

'No one hurts my Sammy.' Dean cried out using the precious second of surprise he lifted his foot and brought it down as hard as he could onto his not-father's foot and then scrambled out of his startled grip.

'Deanie.' Sammy managed to slip out of his father's arms and launch himself at his brother, just as the gun shot sounded, silencing the interior of the diner.

'Sammy!'

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Bobby remained in position when he saw the police lights flashing in the night air, 'bout freaking time.' He muttered as he kept watch on the back door of the diner. Something didn't feel right, and then he heard it, the deafening crack of gun fire.

'Sammy!' The scream sent more than shivers down his spine, breaking into a run he collided with two uniformed officers.

'I gotta get in there.' Bobby yelled, 'family's in there...'

'Whoa slow down we got a report of a man with a gun.' The older officer looked blatantly at Bobby's own gun.

'Look, my nephew was kidnapped by a paedophile, Dean Winchester ... it's all reported, his father, brother and a family friend are all in there, just coincidence that they were in there as well.'

'This pervert?'

'He's the one with the gun, I just heard a shot and someone yelled out Sammy, Sammy's only four, he's only a baby.'

'Okay Sir, calm down can I have you name please?'

'Flaming eedjits, Bobby Singer, John Winchester is my brother in law, he's in there with the kidnapper who has Dean with him and little Sammy.' Bobby had never felt so out of control in his life, or panicked and it scared him more than he would ever admit too. 'They're just kids.'

Just then Madge appeared in the doorway, 'hurry please, we need an ambulance.' She screamed shrilly, 'that poor baby.'

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In the mayhem that ensued after the shooting, Daniel pushed himself deep into a corner and pulled his knees up to his chest, he didn't understand what was happening. Not-father had decided to let him go to a diner for dinner, if he behaved himself. It was hard to sit still without fidgeting because of the soreness of his back and backside, the punishment was more than severe just because he didn't put that diaper on.

The needle stuff made him feel so foggy and sick he didn't want to eat but Sir said if he didn't then he'll get another whipping.

Then this little kid came running well limping more than running with that mean looking thing on his leg, calling him Deanie and wanting him. Then that big man he was the man in his dreams so what does that mean?

Shaking with fear and feeling so sick Daniel pushed harder into the corner and tried to make himself as small as possible, he couldn't pull his gaze from the little guy lying on the floor, he was so still and looked so scared. Cautiously Daniel crawled awkwardly over to the little fella and tentatively put a finger against the little hand. 'Deanie?' Sammy's eyes flickered open and he fixed a blurry stare at the face in front of him. 'You's come back to Sammy?'

'Sammy?' Daniel whispered the name rolling off his tongue so easily he sighed, laid down next to his little brother, and put a hand over him, 'Sammy.' Dean repeated as his own eyes slid closed.

Shocked into silence a group of adults stood around the two small boys lying side-by-side on the diner floor. The police and Bobby burst through the doors only to find the adults in a sort of stupor, 'what the hell?' Bobby growled as he stared at the pervert lying bleeding and bound on the floor, and then he shifted his gaze to Jim watching over the prisoner, to John who was covered in tiny splatters of blood and a dazed expression on his face, 'he's going into shock.' He said forcing his way through to the distraught father.

'He shot my baby.' John whispered repeatedly as he dropped to his knees only then did he realise Dean was also there lying next to Sammy. 'Dean?'

His eldest son looked so peaceful, next to Sammy, they looked like angels and the thought sent violent shivers throughout his body. Sammy looked so small lying there surrounded in blood, John was still unsure exactly what had happened, one minute Dean was moving, and then Sammy then ... and then the gun fired and Sammy was falling to the ground. A toddler, he's only a baby and he's been shot.

'Dean?' John murmured reaching over to run a hand down Dean's back when he saw the unconscious flinch come from his eldest son, 'oh God what has he done to you?'

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Bobby and Jim stood guarding their precious adopted family as they rested in a private room of the hospital, John rested comfortably in a recliner chair, covered with a thick blanket, his IV had already been removed. On the bed Dean/Daniel lay with his eyes closed but only feigning sleep. The doctors treated his bruises, cuts and welts carefully, he had IV lines giving him precious fluids, antibiotics and pain relief. They also gave him mild sedatives to help him wean off the drugs Hartington was injecting into him.

Little Sammy lay in a large cot, his little leg still encased in the metal brace poked out from the sheets and a stark white bandage covered his right shoulder where the bullet had hit him. Thankfully it went straight through and missed the joint, it would heal without any foreseeable complications.

All three of the Winchesters needed rest and treatment for shock but they had two very human guardian angels watching out for them and who made sure that they did indeed rest.

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Dean turned his head slightly and stared at the dark haired little boy lying in the cot, he tried so hard to remember Sammy as his brother, logically he knew and understood that Sammy was his brother, John his dad, Uncle Bobby and Pastor Jim looked after them, that his name was Dean and not Daniel, but deep down he was so confused, he didn't understand what was wrong and why.

'Deanie.' Sammy murmured as he tossed restlessly in his sleep, 'no wan' my Deanie.'

Dean sat up a little and watched as a bad dream take hold of Sammy, carefully he slid out of his bed, with his IV pole to help guide him Dean crept over to the cot and eased one side down. Gingerly he climbed in next to Sammy and wrapped himself around the fragile little boy.

'Sh Sammy, Deanie's here.' Dean whispered as he fell asleep curled around his brother.

Jim and Bobby came back into the room with a bag of fresh donuts and hot coffee for the adults, their gazes went from the empty bed to the cot and a stunned looking John Winchester.

'Johnny?' Bobby sat the drinks down on the side table and went to stand next to his best friend, 'what the?'

'Dean ... he always did this when Sammy was a baby just after the fire.' John explained his voice thick with emotion, tear tracks snaked down his face unheeded. 'Every night I'd find him in the cot with his brother.'

'Safety, it's something familiar and safe for him John.' Jim said joining the others next to the cot.

'He won't let me touch him,' John admitted as fresh tears fell, 'he can't even look at me.'

'John ...'

'What if I have already lost him Bobby? Jim? What if I can never get him back?'

'Just got to give him time John, we don't know what that ... creature said to him or ...'

'He didn't ... the doctors said that Dean hadn't been ... penetrated.' John's voice cracked with the last admission, 'but they can't say what ... what permanent harm has been done by those drugs or ...' John lifted his gaze and stared at his two friends for a second before returning it to his sleeping sons, curled around each other in the hospital cot, 'he doesn't know if he is Dean or Daniel.'

'We'll help him get through this John.' Jim said squeezing the big man's shoulder, 'we'll be right there with you.'

'For sure John, we did it once we can do it again.'

'Thanks I ah mean it.' John glanced at them for the briefest of eye flicks and then he concentrated back on his sons. 'The police took that bastard away, I wanted to kill him, rip him apart with my own hands but ... the boys when they ...'

'John don't you dare blame yourself for any of this, the police have him, he won't be hurting any other kids and Dean will come back around you'll see.' Jim said passionately.

John nodded half listening, wishing deep down that he had the preacher's optimism but it was too hard it was all just too hard.

TBC