Warnings and disclaimers: See chapter 1

Many thanks to CorieHall for the beta on this story.

Chapter 17 Déjà vu

Jeremy stepped between Dean and Sam cutting off the line sight of each other.
"Very touching boys. But we are not here to talk about brotherly love or are we. You see Dean, we meet from a distance almost a year ago. Did you get a sense of déjà vu when you meet me?"
"No I got a sense of 'you're a creep and a psycho."
"Wow Dean look at that you can read people. You know you're a lot smarter than people say."
"What people?"
"How about your uncle Bobby?"
"Leave him out of this." Dean spat.
"Maybe, maybe not. Anyway remember the Quanlier in Florida? My dad was hunting it down. He had been on the hunt for a month when your dad just came in and started hunting it down. Your dads hunting skills or lack thereof got my dad killed and my brother badly injured."
"Well I hate to ruin your fogged up journey down memory lane but if your dad was such a great hunter why did it take him a month to track that thing down? We did it in a week. Why didn't he just take an ad out in the hunters weekly saying 'this gig is taken'?" Dean rasped.

Sam looked closely at Dean's face and could see despite the pain and injuries he had he was scared and trying to shift the attention to himself so Jeremy would leave Sam alone.
"You know what my dad was doing down in Florida on that job? He was helping my brother Randy recover from post-traumatic stress disorder. He was in Serbia, Libya and Afghanistan doing work for our country. All the shit he did for this country and you know what he got? Nothing, except a bunch of pills and horrible nightmares. How fair is that?" Jeremy spat.

Jeremy took some deep breaths to calm down before moving to Dean's head and lifting his head up by the hair.
"Well you already met him Dean and know his work. He got to thank you for the broken nose you gave him when he grabbed you already."
Jeremy dropped Dean's head and slapped him across the face not even getting a grunt from Dean.
"That's for the cracked rib you gave me. By the way Sam, it was fun watching you all upset about your big brother. Made me all warm inside to know my big brother was looking after your big brother."
"You piece of shit."
"Ouch, you got me Sam. So after we buried our father we tried following you guys but we couldn't find you. Quite admirable the way you guys cover your tracks. We gave up after four months of chasing our tails and worked out a way to bring you to us. Took months of planning you know. We found other hunters that knew you and spent two months gathering Intel like you do for a hunt then went to ground and worked out a plan. My big brother taught me some stuff in Seattle for a month. We came here and started making a hunt here to draw you guys in."
"You killed all those guys just to get us here? You took human lives for the fun of it? You took peoples brothers and husbands just to get back at us? You call yourselves hunters? You should be ashamed of yourselves. Revenge my ass. You guys are not hunters you don't even deserve to lick a hunter's boot." Dean was panting and rasping as he finished.

Despite Dean's current situation, he was appalled at the tragic waste of life. Hunting was supposed to be about saving lives. Sam's heart went out to him and knew how he was feeling.
"I didn't think you would have come if I called. Anyway on with the show." Jeremy seemed a little unsettled after Dean's rant. "You have probably guessed in return for your dad getting my dad killed that day we are going to give your dad lots of pain before we kill him to. So first…"
Jeremy put down the cattle prod giving Sam a moment's relief at thinking he wasn't going to be using it on Dean. He moved to the darkness behind the battery and picked up a cloth bag that made a smooth, light metallic sound as he took it back and dropped it between Dean's spread legs.
"…now the fun really starts."

Sam watched with horror as Jeremy withdrew two shiny silver spikes about fifteen inches in length. They were quarter of an inch at the bottom and gradually went up to an inch and a half spread just before a flattened handle just big enough for a hand to grip. The spike itself was round and they looked like they had been silver plated they were so smooth and shiny. The very tip however was sharpened to a lethal looking point. Dean blinked as he realized the spikes were what made the puncture wounds in the victims. Jeremy flicked one of the spikes up and then caught it. He repeated the motion a few times showing the brothers he was very familiar with this particular weapon.
"Like this Dean? It was my dad's weapon of choice. He silver plated them himself. He liked them nice and short so he could feel the spike cut through the creature's heart and watch the light leave their eyes. Being round means the small sharp bit doesn't do too much damage, just breaks the skin. The bluntness of the metal gives them time to struggle a little and die a slow agonizing death."

Sam watched with horror as Jeremy walked around to Dean's right hand which was closest to Sam. Jeremy placed his right boot on Dean's wrist and kneeled down on his left knee.
"Don't worry Dean this won't hurt a bit."

TBC