Wisdom Reigns … Denial Remains

Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with the CW or the producers, cast and crew of Supernatural nor do any monies pass hands. I do however love to play with two certain brothers and return them in relatively good health.

Author's Note 1: Warning! This fic will contain very dark themes and violence, if it offends then don't read. Dean is 27 and Sam is 23 this story is set around season 2 but probably will not follow canon to the letter, so can be classed as AU if you like.

What happens when the brother you can see is not the brother you know?

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Chapter 14: Can Dean come out to play?

If I should die before I wake … I pray thee Lord my Soul to take …

Then:

Struggling with his uncooperative limbs Sam managed to stagger over to the fallen hunter, he heaved a sigh of relief when he managed to find a pulse and breathes, 'what happened Bobby?'

Tearfully he stared around confused; he could barely remember anything that has happened over the last few months let alone the last few hours but something bad had happened, 'Oh God!' he whispered when he saw the stranger's body lying on the kitchen floor and traces of the yellow powder he knew so well – sulphur.

'Dean! Dean! Where are you?' He yelled as he sat against the wall and cradled Bobby's head on his lap, 'where are ya Dean? I need you!' He sobbed as tears started to fall down his face.

'Dean!'

Now:

I can't believe this is happening to me, how the fuck did I let it happen? Okay let's get this all into perspective before I lose my freaking mind altogether. I remember the ritual, watching that thing explode out of Sam's mouth and Bobby's great aim with the Supa-Soaker, awesome!

I remember getting Sam cleaned up and dressed warmly, great lugging thing he is, a true Sasquatch for sure. I remember putting him back on the couch and then Bobby calling my name and then … a big fucking zero!

So that brings me up to now, now all I know is that I feel like a ghost in my own body; nah that's not right, I'm a freaking prisoner in my own body. It's like I am looking through someone else's eyes looking through my eyes and it's freaking me out. I tell my hand to move and it does nothing, I try to yell to make a sound and nothing comes out except that annoying cocky fucking voice skiting about what a coup it is to inhabit this perfect male specimen. Well I can add a little extra if I want to this is my possession so deal!

Where was I? Oh yeah I am ranting coz if I don't then I think I'm gonna lose it and I wanna give YED a freaking big headache and make his stay in this fine body the most miserable time of his freaking existence.

I know that Bobby got hurt and I felt it like it happened to me; man does it really feel like this all of the time? The most weird feeling is the fact that I'm here, aware existing and yet I have no control over anything it's like … actually I can't say what it's like coz there is nothing I can compare it too.

So the lowdown so to speak is this, I am now a possessed man and it does not sit well at all; the worst thing of it all is that if YED eats pie I'm not gonna be able to enjoy it. Torture or what!

So here I am in a little box in my own mind and no I am not coming off a big bender I am literally held prisoner in this little box and only allowed out to see what crappy things YED is doing with my body and it sucks big time man.

I need to work out how to get out of this coz I know that YED is gonna go after Sam and that is not happening not with him in so-called control of my body. Bad enough that he hurt Bobby using me there's no way he's gonna hurt my brother. So what do I do? Concentrate Dean!

Crap he's on the move, now this is totally weird dude, it's like I'm moving and staying still at the same time. I need to get a message to Sam, now to work out how, hang on we are so not driving my baby … Ahh this is freaking war!

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Silence was reigning at Singer Salvage Yard; the entire property seems to have been covered in a layer of utter silence. There was no sound in the yard, no work, no dogs barking not even the odd sound of car carcasses settling and scraping against each other. The trees were silent and still not a breath of wind pushed through the leaves, even the birds seemed to have recognised the pall of silence and have either decided to leave and find other trees or to sit and wait watching in an eerie stillness.

In the house the two remaining inhabitants had not made a sound in two days; Sam had managed to lift Bobby onto the couch and to splint his leg but that was as much as the youngest Winchester could manage and exhausted he collapsed on the floor next to Bobby.

Rufus and Caleb walked into the scene just as it was and it had been ever since possessed Dean had hurt Bobby and left with threats of coming back for Sam.

Sam squinted up at Caleb without any recognition of the older man for a few minutes longer silence reigned.

'Dammit it Sam talk to me,' Caleb said as he gently tapped Sam's cheek to get his attention. A chill ran through him when he saw the emptiness in the normally crystal clear green eyes, 'Sam please kiddo we need to know what happened.'

Slowly almost lethargically Sam blinked and finally his eyes looked as though they were becoming focussed. Frowning he lifted a shaking hand up to Caleb's face and tentatively touched his cheek, 'Caleb?' Sam said his voice barely audible and sounding hoarse.

'Hey Sam you back with me?'

'Is that you?' Sam asked before turning his head slightly to squint up at Rufus, 'both of you?'

'Yeah little dude what happened here?'

'Bobby?' sluggishly Sam ran his hand over his face and turned to look at the still unconscious Bobby.

'What happened here Sam?' Caleb asked again, his impatience was thinning but he had to keep it reigned in for Sam's sake the kid was too skittish and confused he had to tread very carefully. 'Where's Dean?'

At the mention of his brother's name Sam's head snapped up and he stared as hard as he could at Caleb, chills started to course through his body making him shiver uncontrollably.

Rufus and Caleb glanced at each other their worry and concern etched across their faces as they tried to fathom what exactly had happened.

'Rufus? Caleb? Are you two idjits really here?' Bobby asked his voice sounding rougher than normal, 'ahh shit … Sam?'

'What happened Bobby? Sam's in some sort of shock, Dean's not here and you're all busted up what happened?' Caleb's questions came thick and fast.

'Drink would be good first,' Bobby grumbled as he tried to haul himself into a more upright position when Sam moved quickly and silently to help him. 'Thanks kiddo.'

Rufus passed a glass of whiskey to Bobby, gave Sam a can of soda and then poured two more whiskeys one each for himself and Caleb. Bobby downed his whiskey and held the empty glass out to Rufus, 'medicinal purposes,' he ground out.

'So when are you gonna tell us what happened?' Caleb asked once again although this time he let all of his frustration and impatience leech into his voice, 'where's Dean?'

Sam started when he heard his brother's name, his breathing hitched as he fought to control his rising tears and pent up emotions he had to keep his control, he felt so empty and so lost he knew that Dean would know what to do but he was no longer Dean.

'We did the ritual,' Bobby said as he put a gentle supportive hand on Sam's shoulder and squeezed lightly, 'it was a success and we got rid of the Gorathic moth outta Sam.'

'That's great news Bobby, Sam,' Caleb said with a grin that quickly faded when he noticed the tenseness was still there in both Bobby and in Sam. 'What is it?'

'Not sure exactly how it happened but this, this man appeared out of nowhere and the next thing I know is that I'm pinned to the wall and can't move, the man drops dead and a thick black cloud comes straight out of his mouth and flies straight into Dean's. There was nothing anyone could've done, it happened too fast … One minute I'm pinned to the wall the next a possessed Dean slams me to the floor breaking my leg and threatening to come back for Sam and then he left.' Bobby said as he kept his gaze fixed on Sam's face.

'Sam?'

'Was out cold for most of it, dunno what happened after that till you two idjits turned up.'

'So Dean is now on top of the most wanted list?' Rufus muttered earning himself two deadly glares from both Bobby and Caleb.

Sam stared at his can of drink oblivious to what was being said by the others; sighing deeply he took a deep breath and let his eyes slowly slide shut closing him off from the world.

A thick fog covered everything around him, blanketing it all in thick clouds and mists, he could hear breathing but there was no one around him. It was then he realised that the dull grey fogginess was more to do with his eyesight than anything else.

Once again he was effectively blind, stumbling with his hands stretched out to help balance himself and to feel for any obstacles. He followed the sound of breathing for what seemed like hours when the winds started to whip around his feet tripping him over.

'Where are you?' He cried out unable to go any further, 'please tell me where you are?'

'Who are you?'

'You know who I am.'

'Where are you?'

'Come find me.'

'Who are you?'

'Don't have a lot of time left … Find me.'

'How can I find you?'

'Listen for me.'

'Tell me your name please.'

'Think and it will…'

Sam sat up gasping for air, his jerky movements caused his drink to spill over his hands and puddle in a sticky mess at his feet. Dazed he stared at the spilled fluid for a moment before looking up at the others, his gaze lazily drifted from one hunter to another until he landed on Bobby's face. 'Where's Dean?' He finally asked, his eyes wide and questioning showed nothing of his earlier experiences.

'Sam how you doing kid?' Bobby asked inwardly cursing his broken leg when all he wanted to do was to go and check the youngest Winchester for himself.

'M'okay tired I guess but okay, hey Rufus, Caleb when did you guys get here?' Sam blinked and squinted up at the two men, 'dunno where Dean has gone though.'

'Sam … kiddo I haveta tell ya sumfin.' Bobby said knowing that he couldn't put it off any longer, 'it's about yer brother.'

'Dean? What is it? What's wrong?' Sam cried out as the vision he had just moments ago assaulted him again, suddenly he realised that the vision was in someway connected to his brother. 'Where is my brother?'

'You have to calm down Sam,' Caleb said sounding more like John Winchester at that moment than the man himself, 'take a deep breath.'

Closing his eyes Sam complied instinctively to the order even though it was Caleb speaking and not his dad John or Dean for that matter. Taking a deep breath he tried to slow his heart-rate down but all he succeeded in doing was to become even more aware of his heart thudding against his chest as though it was trying to break out of the cavity and through his ribs in a bid for freedom.

'We need ya Sam, we need you to help get Dean back alive,' Caleb finished the order hating to play on Sam's inherent need to save his brother no matter what.

'What happened to my brother?' Sam asked as he opened his eyes finally and tried to focus on Bobby's face, 'what happened after the ritual Bobby?'

'The demon, the one who was after you along with the moth man…'

'Yeah I remember …'

'He appeared out of nowhere, this guy suddenly appeared and before Dean and I could do much he had me pinned and broke me leg afore he dropped and the demon … it's possessing Dean … all it said when it left was that it was going to come back for you.'

'The, the voice tormenting Dean it was the demon wasn't it?' Sam asked although the way he had huddled in on himself it was as if he was talking to himself.

'Sam talk to us,' Caleb said as he crouched down in front of the younger man and tried to break into his internal reverie, 'come on kid this is not helping.'

'The voice it kept at Dean, he – he tried to hide it from me but I knew,' Sam kept rambling as he fell further into his own thoughts and away from his physical surroundings. 'The vision I know, I know what it meant now.'

'Sam, Sammy come on dude we need ya here with us,' Caleb said trying to reach Sam once more but the younger man just slipped further away, as his mind tried to protect him from any more trauma.

'Why didn't I know? Why couldn't I see him?' Sam rubbed the side of his head as he slowly pushed himself upward pressing against the wall he moved unseeingly away from the others as his fingers tracked the wall for his seemingly sightless eyes.

'Dammit watch him Caleb don't let the idjit hurt hisself.' Bobby said his voice low and gravelly from the emotional and physical pain he was suffering. 'Rufus I need ya to git stuff together for me, we'll bring the possessed idjit back.'

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I can feel my body moving and have no control over where I am going or what I am doing. I can feel these weird sensations and it feels like I'm tripping or something. Maybe that's it, being possessed is like having a bad trip on acid or something not that I know what that's like or anything. I felt myself freefalling before and could've sworn I heard Sam's voice, that we were having this surreal conversation; trying to let him know who I was without saying my name, he sounded so lost and I thought, really thought that I had gotten through to him when our connection was severed. I have no idea if that was real or not … okay so where are we going now you fucking bastard.

The fuck! We're driving my baby, it's like it's violating my baby by doing this and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Yeah well I can give this mother a huge fucking headache, 'Ya hear that you fucking demonic slug I'm gonna make you pay for taking my body.'

Oh God it's so not gonna eat that … I'm gonna puke I know it.

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Sam kept muttering to himself as he felt his way along the walls of Bobby's house until he reached the door to the basement. Without stopping Sam stepped through the door and meticulously made his way down the steps into the colder, darker basement.

'Where the hell are you going kid?' Caleb muttered as he followed the youngest Winchester, his curiosity getting the better of him as he made his way down the stairs squinting into the darkness, hope you know whatcha doing Sam, the thought was loud in his mind in contrast to the silence of the basement.

He found Sam huddled in a corner of the room clutching a baseball mitt and a ratty looking brown teddy bear with one eye missing and a torn ear. Sam clutched the two items close to his chest as he pushed himself further into the corner.

'Sam hey kid whatcha doin' down here?' Caleb asked as quietly as he could so he wouldn't startle Sam, 'I'm just in front of you Sam.'

'D-Dean said to hide … he'd come for me and I had to go to the safe spot.' Sam answered in a monotone voice, with no emotive inflections at all.

'Sam dude I think Dean would want you to stay with me until he could come for you…'

'Na huh nope,' Sam shook his head and tightened his grip on his prized possessions, 'nope Dean said I had to stay here and – and wait for him, if daddy not here then I have to wait for Dean.'

'Oh Gods Sam please dude I need you to come back from wherever you're hiding in that noggin of yours coz we need yer help to get Dean back from the big demon.'

Sam blinked and looked at the man in front of him; he knew that he was someone he should remember, he should know but for some reason he couldn't, confused he tried to block him out but then he heard him mention Dean's name and Sam knew that he had to concentrate. Frowning he stared at Caleb again almost willing his sight to improve enough so that he could make out the finer details, 'C-Cal?' he said finally his voice barely carried to Caleb's ears but it was enough.

'Hey Sam, come one dude we need ya firing on all cylinders for this, need ya to come back.'

'D-Dean?'

'He's been possessed …'

'I-I heard his voice in – in a vision but was fog-foggy and, and I couldn't see him.'

'Sam … Sam are you with me?'

'Huh?' Sam frowned and then nodded wearily, tightening his grip on the mitt and stuffed toy, 'Dean put them here for me to look after if anything happened and we got separated.'

'Sam … don't…'

'This was his mitt and The Boo was my bear, it was his until I was born and then dad said Dean put him in my crib and told me that The Boo would look after me just like he had looked after Dean till he was a big boy of four and a big brother.' Sam said with a soft chuckle, 'Dad said that no matter what he tried to do to get rid of this ratty little bear he kept turning up in my bed or between me and Dean or in one of our bags. Dean said that The Boo was a good spirit sent to look after us, especially after our mom died.'

'Sam…'

'I'm gonna get Dean back,' Sam said as he pushed himself upright until he was standing and reached a shaking hand out to Caleb, 'thanks Cal.'

'No probs at all dude and we'll make sure that The Boo and Dean will be reunited.' Caleb promised although he felt vaguely foolish promising it and was positive that when they did get Dean back, then that promise will soon become fodder for a lot of teasing.

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The slick black '67 Chevy Impala sleeked through the streets of Sioux Falls like a predator on the hunt for the most choice of prey. The rumbling motor giving the only warning that it was on the prowl, passersby couldn't help but notice the shining black duco or the handsome driver who guided it effortlessly through the traffic.

Some knew the car and driver from the many visits over the years to Bobby Singer's place but they couldn't quite remember the name or for how many years just that the face and car were known.

Although the near perfect driving and handling of the large vehicle were just about done, when suddenly and for no apparent reason the car started to swerve dangerously onto the wrong side of the road; witnesses claimed that the driver seemed to be in pain or fighting off something unseen before it sideswiped three parked cars and a road barrier.

Then as quickly as the erratic behaviour began it stopped and once again the driver seemingly had control over the muscle car once again as he straightened it and sped towards its original destination: Singer Salvage Yard.

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It is like a freaking blind snapping up and tangling with the cords when I get to see through my own eyes again. We're driving the impala, my baby, and heading towards my baby brother. I knew without having to tap the demon's thoughts that's where it's heading, the pull to Sam was strong for both me and it and that freaked me out. Why would the demon be boning for Sam so badly? It said that it wasn't interested in Sam anymore that he was damaged beyond repair.

Well I know for a fact that aint true, if anyone knows my brother Sam it's me and nothing will keep him down. For one he's too smart and for another Sam has never backed down and has never gotten back up. He might be hurting but he'll come through this.

If he doesn't then he'll have me kicking his ass from here to kingdom come. Now back to the bastard who decided to take my body and my baby for a drive; this is one drive that is gonna be short lived for that demonic bastard. 'Ya hear me you fucking moron I'm coming for ya.' I can feel the rage building up inside and I know that it's all me this time, that the rage is no longer YED's. I'm gonna let it fest and grow until he can't hold me here anymore, so breaking these chains and then it's me and you … mono en mono … one on one … me and you demon dude.