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Chapter Fifty-Two

Dean sat motionless in the small cell he had been thrown into a few days ago, mind reeling and screaming against the unbearable pain in his heart. Vaguely he recalled the judgment the judge had imposed on him, but even the sentence imposed for aggravated rape against Shannon hadn't stirred him to speak on his own behalf. He can't be dead . . . He saved me and Sammy from Dominic. He couldn't have died.

His hand slipped beneath the collar of his bright orange prison uniform, fingertips searching for the horrific scar Dominic left behind when he wrote the word weak on Dean's chest, but felt nothing but smooth skin where the mark had been. It has to be there. It happened. I know it happened.

Gripping a hold of both sides of his shirt, he ripped it apart, and gaped at his unmarred chest. Dean rolled up his sleeve, and touched the area Dominic had branded with the cross and sickles, yet again there was nothing there. It never happened?

"Winchester!" A tall, muscular officer clanged his baton across the iron bars, and Dean's head snapped up. "Visiting hours. Someone's here to see you."

Dean finally managed to find his voice and uttered, "My brother?"

"I don't know who it is." The burly man unlocked the cell, and motioned for Dean to step out of his confines.

As he followed the officer down the long cell block on the second floor, prisoners catcalled, whistled or cast muffled threats in his direction, but he stared stoically ahead as if he hadn't heard some of the very crude his mind solely on seeing his little brother, Dean drifted too close to one of the cells, and a beefy arm snaked out, circled around his neck, and rammed him up against the bars.

"Nice ass, princess," the prisoner murmured against Dean's ear, sending a wave of revulsion crashing down over the eldest Winchester. "I'm gonna have me some of you before the week is over."

Dean forcefully jerked away from the bearded man, and with fists clenched he swung to glare at the him. "You could try, but your sorry ass would be dead before you ever got the chance."

"Oh, sweet thing, I like it that you're feisty." He chuckled, dark brown eyes alight with the thought of a challenge. "It'll just make it all the more fun for me."

Dean opened his mouth to respond, but the officer slammed his baton against the bars, and the inmate backed away.

"That's enough out of you, Edgar." The officer grabbed hold of Dean's arm and roughly dragged him away from the cell. "In the future, steer clear of the bars," he ordered, and pushed Dean forward toward the stairs. The sandy-haired man led Dean into a room with rows of cubicles, and bobbed his head toward the last one. "You have twenty minutes."

Dean strode past the other inmates and took a seat at the last cubicle. His eyes widened in stunned surprise when within a few moments, Dominic entered the room. He took a seat on the opposite side of the glass partition, picked up the phone, and nudged his head toward the one on Dean's side. Glaring at the man who had taken everything away from him, he snapped up the phone.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Is that any way to talk to the only visitor you'll ever have?" Although the threat to Dean's remaining family was thinly veiled, it was nothing that could be used against Dominic if the prison was recording their conversation. "By the way, I happened to run into a relative of yours the other day. He wanted me to say hello for him because he just can't make it here to see you."

Dean's grip on the phone tightened as he stared into the cult leader's cold blue eyes. "You hurt my brother, an' there won't be a place in this world you can hide from me."

"Why would I want to hurt your brother, Dean?" Dominic reached into the pocket of his jacket and yanked out something in his closed fist. Whatever the object was, the cult leader wanted Dean to notice it as he kneaded it through his fingertips. "I happened to bump into that pretty little blond he's been dating . . . I think her name was Jessica," he smirked, "but maybe I'm mistaken."

"Jessica di – " I never went to pick Sammy up from Stanford. He never went with me to find Dad. "This is between you and me. You leave her out of this. You hear me?"

"But you're locked up in here, Dean, an' my daughter's dead because of you." A look of righteous indignation crossed his hawkish features, but as he let out a short laugh, it turned into sinister grin. "You really didn't leave me much choice in the matter when you choose to go to the police."

"You killed her," Dean snarled into the phone, "You killed her and my baby. An' so help me God, if it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna kill you for it."

For a brief moment, Dominic's cruel blue eyes widened, apparently shocked by Dean's outburst, but then his head fell back on his shoulders as he laughed. "So she told you she was pregnant with that bastard child of yours. I honestly didn't think she would."

"She told me everything." Boldly staring him in the eyes, Dean gritted out the lie. Shannon had barely told him anything about herself. If she had he could have been prepared for Dominic, and maybe she still would have been alive. "She told me about your cult. Your little daddy on daughter obsession. All your guns and weapons stashed away at both of your compounds. She didn't leave a single damn thing out."

"Did she also tell you you really shouldn't cross me, Dean?" His tone was deadly calm as his gaze ticked to the item in his right hand, and pinched it forward between his fingertips so Dean could see a tuft a dark brown hair poking out from beneath his thumb. "Did she even begin to convey what would happen if you even tried?"

Trembling and stomach clenching painfully, Dean stared at the locks of hair that undoubtedly belonged to Sam, and felt as helpless as he had when the cult leader had imprisoned him in the cellar. "L-let him go," he uttered, the tremor in his tone giving away his gnawing fears that Sam was already dead. "Jus' let him go."

"Let who go, Dean?" Tucking the tuft of hair back into his pocket, Dominic's lips hitched into a half-smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"He didn't do anything to you . . . he didn't even know about Shannon."

"True." Dominic leaned back in his chair, narrowing his eyes and pursing his lips as if he was actually giving some thought to what Dean had said. "But your Dad did, didn't he? Too bad about his untimely death . . . I bet he never even saw it coming. Just another nameless drifter shot in the back while on his way into his motel room. Crime's such a bitch, isn't it?"

Tears blurred Dean's vision as he listen to the murderer speak, envisioning his father caught unaware, and gunned down before he even had a chance to draw his own weapon. "That's not how my father died." He shook his head emphatically. "You're lying . . . you have to be lying."

"Do I look like the kind of man who would lie about a thing like that?" Dominic reached into his pocket and pulled out a worn leather wallet that Dean instantly recognized as belonging to his father. Propping it open, he yanked out a driver's license and slammed it up against the glass partition. "Apparently the men who killed him, made off with his wallet along with other personal items. Guns. Ammo. A really cool looking machete."

Dean pulled his gaze away from his father's blood stained picture, and glared at Dominic. "What the hell do you want from me? Whatever it is, I'll do it. Jus' leave my brother alone."

"I thought it was pretty obvious, Dean. I want you out of here so I can hunt you down."

"You want me to break out of here so you can try and kill me."

"No, you aren't gonna need to break out." Dominic smiled, exposing perfectly straight white teeth. "I know these phone conversations are recorded, an' I've just given you a free ticket out of here. I suggest you use it."

"You want the police to know you killed Shannon and my Father?" Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew the man sitting across from him was insane, but had never realized before what lengths he would through to make Dean pay for taking Shannon away from him.

With a crazed glint in his eyes, Dominic leaned forward in his seat, and rested his arms against the table. "I don't care who knows what I did. All I care about is killing you for taking my daughter away from me. So you can either hide behind these bars or you can come after me." He stood to leave, but before hanging up the phone, he issued one final threat. "Your time is running out, Dean. If you chose not to come after me then your brother, his girlfriend, and anyone else you care about is fair game." He slammed the phone down, and stalked out of the room.