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There was something shining in his eyes, he opened hem blearily to see the sun shining right into his eyes from a small crack in the curtains. He looked up to see the man was already awake and eating fast food ,which was so unfair. Dean stomach grumbled giving away the fact that he was awake.

"Dean. Your awake." he wanted the man's meal so badly but he wouldn't ask for it.

"Hungry?"

"I'll eat in the car." he said.

"Okay with me." he said taking his only half eaten burger and wrapping it up in it's wrapper and throwing it away. He tried to look like it didn't bother him.

"Alright it's time to go." he said then started moving all his duffel bags to the car. Dean readied himself, if he could slip out before the man caught him then maybe he could get out. The man came back to the room and went to his back and started to untie him, he tried to ram his head backwards but it hit nothing.

"Really Dean a head butt?" his voice sounded amused, the man untied the ropes still and Dean stood up to face the man who was smirking.

"Give me the best you got, I told you before the ropes aren't to protect me, there to keep you safe from yourself. " Dean hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was a trick or not.

"Come on, I won't even use my powers. " Dean ran at him but not well his legs had been tied up all night so they were lacking in coordination, which is why he tripped right in front of the man. He looked to see the man smirking and then the man grabbed his arm and pulled him back to his feet.

"Give it a minute then try again." he said. Dean glared at him, but gave his legs a minute to adjust from being tied up. He wasn't a push over, he had gotten into school fights a lot and he won almost all of them. Granted that since high school he had put on a few pounds, too much beer and not enough psychical activity to counter it, but he still could take him. He advanced on him and aimed a series of punches at the man. The man was fast though and blocked or dodged all of them. Soon Dean tired himself out and glared again at the man as he stood there panting.

"This had a dual purpose, to prove to you that ropes aren't to protect myself , and so I can see how well you fight. You aren't as bad as a fighter as I thought you would be, but you wouldn't stand a chance against any supernatural creature."

"What does that mean?" Dean asked suspiciously.

"It mean that when you finally decide to stop fighting me, I'll teach how to survive against creatures like that. Now get in the car." Dean was tired, so he didn't even really think of trying to run away this time and just made his way to the car. He got in on the passengers side and looked out of the window not wanting to look at the man. He heard the engine start up but kept his eyes on his window. He kept his eyes on the scenery as the impala picked up speed. The man didn't try to talk to him, not a single word for the next couple of hours and that when Dean's back started bugging him from sitting in the exact same position. He reluctantly turned so that he could see the man if he looked for him. The man was focusing on the road, and it took him several minutes to notice that Dean had moved when he did he smirked, how he wanted to hit the smarmy bastard.

"Have you finally decided to stop pouting?"

"Have you finally decided to stop being a crazy psycho." he spat.

"Ouch that hurt real bad." the man said mockingly. Dean avoided looking as much as he could at him and didn't say anything. For the next hour or so the only sounds of the car until Dean noticed them taking an exit. Dean looked at the man and asked.

"Are we here for lunch?" Dean asked hoping against hope he would finally be able to eat a real lunch . The man shook his head.

"Were here to run a DNA test."

"You can't get that cheating bastard to step up?"

"Funny." he didn't laugh though."No it's to test to see if we are brothers. I'm doing this as much for you as for me, if we aren't brothers then you aren't the one I'm looking for and I can quit trying to save your life, when you obviously care so little for it." Maybe when the DNA test came back negative the man would just let him go. He wasn't very hopefully, but there was at least a chance that it could happen. Dean watched as they came to a stop at a light.

He looked around the area they were in a busy part of the city. He probably could just open the door and run, unfortunately Sam seemed to know what he was thinking because he suddenly found himself paralyzed again, fun just fun. Then just his feet were paralyzed which was better he guessed, but made it impossible for him to run. The windows were rolled up so that made it hard for him to yell for help, although not impossible.

"You try anything and I'll full paralyze you until we're back on the freeway again." Dean tried to think of some way to get help, he thought of pounding of the windows, but it wouldn't work he would get maybe one hit in before he was paralyzed again. So close to people and no way of showing them that this man was psycho, he kept him because he thought he was his dead brother. He wondered how he managed to work that fantasy into his head.

"So why'd you pick me to fixate on? Couldn't you choose some other poor foster kid?"

"I'm your brother Dean or at least that's what we're here to find out."

"Let me save you the time and energy we aren't brother my brother is dead and has been for years!"

"We'll see." was all the man said before pulling into a parking lot. He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the door and shut it. He starred at Dean for a moment before saying.

"I can't trust you to stay."

"Then maybe you should let me go." The man just shut the door and then he was paralyzed head to foot, which was of course when his head started itching like crazy. His head had been turned towards the man, who had been right outside the drivers side window and now his head was stuck like that until the crazy man came back.

It felt like forever until he saw the guy again and he was coming this way with a little white paper bag that was much too small for lunch. The door opened and he could suddenly move again, the first thing he did was scratch his nose then he went to working out the chink in his neck. Then he set his eyes on the man and his white paper bag.

"What's that?" he asked warily.

"It's a cotton swab all you have to do is swab the inside of your check. Now can you do it yourself or am I going to have to do it for you?" Dean took the bag from him and grabbed the cotton swab and swab his check and handed it back to him.

"How long til you find out we're not related?"

"The results will be back in 6 weeks."

"A month and a half that's how long it's going to take?"

"Apparently...I'll be back in a few minutes." As the man shut the door he felt himself paralyzed again. What the man said would be a few minutes felt like hours. Then the drivers door opened and he could finally move again except for his feet of course, the man sat down in the seat and started up the car.

"You sure you don't want to drop me off somewhere and wait for the result to come in?" The man looked over at him and simply said.

"No." he pulled out of the parking lot and Dean sighed. Six weeks with a freaking psycho unless he could somehow find a way to escape this was going to be so much fun.

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