Father and Sons

A Wee!Chester story

Disclaimer: Hmm okay I could say that things could change after this coming weekend but ... Nope still not mine to keep, just to play with, and then send home again.

Author's Note: Just a quick note to explain my absence over the last week, for those of you who haven't heard by now, I was very lucky enough to have six days holiday in Sydney, NSW, and another state from where I live. Anyway, during my holiday I was able to attend the All Hell Breaks Lose Supernatural Con and over the two days managed to meet once again Jared Padalecki, and for the first time meet Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins. All day Saturday, a cocktail party Saturday night, and all day on Sunday. Needless to say, I am still floating on a SPN high but reality set back in when I arrived home on Tuesday and had to go back to University for lectures on Wednesday. Soooo now I think I'm back under control. For those who want to see some pics I have them up on my facebook page under Shelley Shearer

Okkies without further rambling on with the next chapter.

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Chapter Two: Huff, Puff, and Try to Blow This House Down.

The silence was shattered by another explosive sneeze from Dean, miserably he sniffed and wiped his nose, turning liquid eyes to his father he tried to be brave but it was becoming harder to breath, 'dad don't feel so good.'

'Dean?' Carefully John picked Sammy up and passed his unconscious baby to Bobby so he could check on his sick eldest. 'Dean son how you doin?'

'Dad, feel so bad, hate dumb house.' Dean's voice sounding thick and crackling from the mucous affecting his throat. 'Me head feels like it's gonna explode.'

Hurrying to their first aid kit John found the children's Tylenol and the thermometer. 'Can ya sit up for me kiddo?' John asked placing a glass of water next to the medication on the coffee table while he took Dean's temperature. 'Looks like you got a bit of a fever there son.' He said paling when he read 101.3, 'can you take these for me?'

Dean sat up and held a shaky hand out for the glass and tablets, but after he saw the difficulty his son was having John propped Dean up against his chest and held the glass for him while he dropped the pills on his tongue. 'Here we go, just sip though Dean.'

Dean sipped at the cool fluid and then rested his aching head against his father's chest, soaking in the strength coming from his father, 'thanks dad.' He croaked.

'Kiddo, can ya tell me everything ya feeling?'

'Head hurts, throat and my nose won't stop running and, and I feel all achy.' Dean moaned, 'daddy why does the house hate me?'

'Dean?'

'Can see em dad, they don't like me.' Dean whispered burying his face against the solidness of his father's chest muscles.

'Dean son, hey kiddo you still with me?' John's voice hitched with fear as he lay his eldest boy on the coach, the gangly limbs limp and pliant as he positioned him in a half seated position against the arm of the seat and then covered him with a blanket. 'Bobby?' John turned his attention to his friend and his baby son when Sam started to writhe in Bobby's arms.

'Daaaadddddy.' Sammy called out fighting against Bobby's grip, 'no, no, no, no, no.'

'Sammy hey baby time to wake up.' John tried to rouse his baby boy, 'Sammy wake up son please.'

Bobby stared at the distraught young father and wondered at just how quickly things had gone wrong and so dangerously. 'Look after yer boys John.' He said tersely his own emotions too close to the surface, 'I'm gonna do some recon.'

John nodded barely hearing his friend as he accepted his youngest son into his arms, sensing his father's embrace, Sammy whimpered and unconsciously moved closer to the warmth. 'Daddy ... little boy ... hurts.' Sammy whispered his voice disjointed and sounding far away.

'Sammy?' John frowned and turned his boy slightly so he could see Sammy's face clearly, 'what was that son?'

'Sammy's gone bye bye.' A high pitched child's voice came from Sammy's mouth, 'all gone.'

'Who are you and where's my son?' John demanded unconsciously squeezing the fragile and thin child's arms. 'Sammy!'

'He gone bye bye.' Sammy's eyes snapped open but instead of his normally bright light green eyes, they were dull and lifeless, dark orbs floating in a film of white.

'Where is he?' John snarled his anger building as he watched the sneer form on his youngest's face.

'Gone.' the slim shoulders shrugged and wriggled to get off John's knee, 'let go.'

'I ... want ... my ... son ... back.' John enunciated each word carefully.

'Sammy?' Dean's hoarse voice came from behind the young father, 'where'd ya go?'

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Bobby moved cautiously around the small wooden house, he checked each door and window but none of them budged, with a heaving sigh he started to inspect the bedrooms with a meticulousness of a top investigator. 'Ah shit.' He ground out when he found a way to the attic from the boy's room. With a deep breath he mounted the small narrow steps and climbed into the small room at the top of the house. 'Damn me.' He muttered as his eyes became accustomed to the dull lighting and he took in the sight before him.

And then, before his eyes he witnessed something that set the hairs on the back of his head to attention and sent shivers down his spine.

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John placed the child on the chair and stared at him in shock, before his eyes his sweet baby's face started to change, taking on a harder slightly older look, streaks of what appeared to be wood took hold of the features. 'What the?'

'Dad what's wrong with Sammy?' Dean tugged at his father's arm but failed to break into John's stupor, his fascination mixed with horror held him transfixed at the sight in front of him.

'Sammy gone bye bye.' The sing-song mocking voice came from Sammy's mouth the head cocked to one side. 'Bed time for Sammy.'

'Whatcha do to my brother?' Dean roared his voice failing towards the end as another bout of sneezing and coughing assailed him.

'Give me my son back.'

'Nag, nag you nasty man.' The child possessor sneered at John flicking a wooden hand at the adult, 'just like me old man.'

'Who are you?' John asked trying a different tact.

'Why?'

'I want to know who I am talking to that's all.' John said forcing himself to keep his voice well modulated and calm.

'I am Jonas Seafrey.' Came the reply, 'your Sammy's a cry baby.'

'My brother is not a cry baby.' Dean seethed hoarsely, 'get outta him now.'

'Ha Mister Sneezy-pants, dust tickle ya?'

Snarling Dean went to pounce on his possessed brother when a coughing attack wracked his fevered body and he slumped back on the bed, 'why?' He croaked.

'Coz it's my turn to play.' The child possessor grinned maniacally.

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'Ah damn me.' Bobby started to back up towards the stairs when a soft muffled moan made him stop and move back to where he stood earlier. 'S-Sammy?'

'Uncle Bobby?' the weak but oh so familiar voice came from the narrow mattress pushed against the far wall.

Bobby sank to his knees and ran his hand over his face as he tried to take in the sight before him. only minutes ago, the small emaciated corpse of a small boy, started to morph into a living breathing child, the flesh almost porcelain in appearance, the tiny hands and feet fettered in chains, large bruises marred the torso, neck and seemingly the back. 'Sammy?'

'Feel strange uncle Bobby.' Sammy cried, 'don't feel me.'

'Ah baby boy don't ya worry yer daddy and me we'll work out what happened.'

'Little boy ... he ... he wanted ...me.' Sammy forced the words out, 'tired uncle Bobby.'

'You rest sport.' Bobby's voice cracked and tears threatened to fall down his craggy features. 'We'll get ya back.'

Sammy nodded and let his eyes slide shut, the child's body lay spreadeagled on the filthy and stained mattress in a death pose, the body; six year old Sammy Winchester now inhabited unwillingly, forced into by a stronger force of will and determination. A child whose own life and death overshadowed any innocence born within him; twisted with bitterness, fear and hatred for the parent who ultimately destroyed whatever child remained in the shell.

Bobby tried to free the painfully thin limbs from the chains but when he tried the metal cuffs started to tighten biting into the fragile flesh. 'I'm gonna git you outta here Sammy I promise.' Bobby whispered not knowing how he was going to keep his promise.

'How the hell do I do this with John downstairs?' He mused, 'I'll be right back Sammy.' He brushed a kiss on the ice cold forehead glad that no one was around to see his display of affection for the little boy who along with his brother stole the hardened heart of the seasoned hunter.

Hurrying as fast as he dared he started to climb down the stairs when one gave way and he fell heavily to the floor below, as the dust settled around him Bobby lay sprawled unconsciously his blood staining the leg of the ornate bed.

TBC

Author's note: I have decided to shorten chapters so I can get all of my stories updated quicker, well that's the theory anyway, so instead of anything up to 15 pages and beyond I'm aiming for 6 – 10 pages instead. Probably around 6 like this one. If this makes any sense at all! LOL