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?

S—D

Chapter 15: He aint heavy he's my possessor

Come out; come out where ever you are! Ollie, Ollie Oxen Free!

Then:

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 fester 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.

Now:

Holy Hell! What the fudging hell happened? One minute I was watching myself driving my baby, very badly mind you, and the next thing the curtains are dropped and everything is lights out.

Okay concentrate Dean; think … I remember driving my car and feeling as though we were about to crash and then black! Right I can do this, okay I don't think that anything has happened to this fine body of mine still looking fine and moving – good! So where are we? Bobby's? No freaking way! This so can't be good!

Hang on fuck my hands hurt, feel as though I have been going a few one on one rounds with something or someone. Oh shit no! No! No! No! Not him, please God not him!

S—D

Singer Salvage Yard

One hour earlier:

Bobby watched Sam as the younger hunter sat dejectedly staring out of the living room window watching the driveway and waiting for the return of his brother.

For the first time in decades Bobby felt his hardened heart start to thaw and crumble; the kid had seen and experienced too much in his short life; it wasn't fair on him or anyone connected to him. Even as a little kid, Sam Winchester worried and fretted about everyone he loved and was a deep little idjit. He could twist things around to make it all to be his own fault no matter how innocent he actually was and amazing how that gift was as a little kid it is even more amazing now and a helluva lot more aggravating.

'Is everything okay Bobby?' Sam asked softly without turning around, 'do you want me to do anything?'

'Nope, nothing kiddo just checking to see how ya going,' Bobby said as he wiped away the memories with a quick swipe of his tired eyes, rubbing his knuckles against the graininess.

'Oh, okay,' Sam said with a heavy sigh as he turned back to his vigil, 'it's gonna be dark soon do you think Dean and Dad will … I mean do ya think Dean will be back soon?'

'Not sure but we'll be here waiting for him when he gets here,' Bobby said as he glanced up at Caleb who had just come in the front door, 'Caleb what's wrong?'

'Nothing Bobby, just did a circuit of the yard, man you have so much junk here how the hell do you keep track old man?'

'Nuff of the old ya idjit and for yer information I know exactly what is in that yard,' Bobby huffed and readjusted his position of his broken leg on the cushioned kitchen chair as he sat behind his desk, 'where's the other idjit?'

'Rufus went into town for supplies; we're just about out of food.' Caleb said as he draped himself over a lounge chair and smirked over at Sam, 'what's up kid? How you doing?'

'M'fine Cal, just waiting for Dean and dad to come back,' Sam answered distractedly, 'they said that they'll be back soon.'

'Oh okay,' Caleb said slowly as he traded worried glances with Bobby, 'where are they again Sam?'

'Dean rang me an' said that him and dad were on their way back when dad heard about a Wendigo or sumfin so they're gonna go check it out and then come back for me.' Sam said pressing his forehead against the coolness of the glass window.

Bobby frowned as he listened to Sam and then it hit him what Sam was reliving in his mind or whatever. That was one of the worst times for the youngest Winchester and one of the times Bobby could have literally put a bullet in John Winchester. Sam was only eleven years old and had been aware of John's true job for a couple of years.

The nightmares and terrors came thick and fast during those early years as did John's temper and impatience with his youngest son's reticence to the dangers of the hunt. He had left Sam with Bobby as punishment for daring to argue with John over their last hunt when he had left Sam alone in the impala while he took Dean with him to hunt down a supposed poltergeist when it was actually a vengeful spirit who had tried to take Sam from the car by more than just a bit of force and had Dean trapped in an empty grave.

Eleven year old Sam had tried to tell his father before they left the motel that it was not a poltergeist which had escalated into Sam being banished to the car and the hunt nearly ending in tragedy. They had arrived at Bobby's a few days later with Dean sporting a black eye and sprained wrist and Sam bruised ribs. Dean was out of it on pain killers when they had arrived so John had pulled Sam physically from the car, dropped his backpack and duffle bag at his feet, growled a quick greeting at Bobby's and then was roaring out of the gates before anyone could take a breath. Bobby looked down at the dejected kid next to him and inwardly cursed John Winchester, all the while plotting what he was going to do to the idjit when he finally came back. It had taken a month before John stopped punishing his boys and returned for Sam. Bobby had had a sneaking suspicion it was Dean's temper and stubbornness that had John return for Sam and not out of regret and missing his baby boy like he had claimed. Both of the boys had lost weight, had dark smudges under their eyes and were deathly silent unless directly spoken to. Until they saw each other, Sam was in his brother's embrace before he was properly out of the car and then they were talking and whispering and ignoring their father as they headed back to the house.

Bobby stood silently on the front veranda watching the younger man limp towards him; the hangdog expression on his face and the assortment of cuts and bruises brought a macabre smile to Bobby's face. 'John.'

'Bobby.'

'See ya found yer way back finally.'

'Was Sam alright for you?'

'Depends on ya definition of alright.'

'Don't start on me Bobby, we got back didn't we?'

'A month John you were gone a month with barely a phone call to the kid.'

'Dean rang him every night.'

'What about you John? When did you ring him?'

'Well we're here now.'

'Yeah for how long?'

'We can go now if ya don't want us.'

'Didn't say that but I do need to know, I aint putting my life on hold for you forever John.'

'Did I ask ya to?'

'Don't ya turn this around on me John Winchester, that kid has been making hisself sick pining away for you and his brother.'

'You mean for his brother …'

'If I meant that I would've said that ya freakin' great idjit.'

Sam and Dean sat on the bottom step of the inside stairs and listened to their father and uncle argue their voices carrying through the closed door. Sam huddled against his brother's side and twisted his fingers in the back of Dean's shirt. 'M'sorry Dean.' Sam whispered.

'What for Sammy?' Dean answered, both boys so intent on each other neither of them realised that the arguing had stopped and the front door had opened. 'Whatcha sorry for Sammy?'

'M'fault that dad's mad, if I weren't here then he wouldn't be mad anymore and you could hunt wif him.' Sam said as he stared at his sneakered feet, 'maybe the spirit should've taken me and then you wouldn't hafta worry no more.'

'No Sammy that's not right, please don't say that.' Dean said tightening his hug around Sam's pitifully thin shoulders.

'Maybe dad should just leave me here for good and then I wouldn't be in the way anymore.'

'No Sam that's not right.' John said making the two boys jump in surprise just as high as Bobby did he had forgotten the other man for a brief second as he listened to Sam's heartbroken words. 'You were never in the way, it was my fault kiddo, and I shouldn't have left you for so long. I am so sorry Sammy.'

'I am so sorry Sammy.' The words echoed in Bobby's ears as he shook off the memory and stared at the twenty-two year old kid sitting on his sofa and staring out the window but all he could see was that scrawny little eleven year old.

'You alright old man?' Caleb asked with concern, he had been trying to get Bobby's attention for the last few minutes and it was more than worrying him how spaced out the older man seemed.

'Bobby, Bobby look it's the pala! Dean's back.' Sam's excited shout had both Bobby and Caleb reaching for weapons but before either of them could do anything Sam was out the front door and running towards the large muscle car. 'Dean!'

S—D

Oh God Sammy what have I done? Hang on it wasn't me it was that freaking bastard demon, how could I, we do that?

Sam lay tied to the bed with a dirty rag shoved in his mouth and was bloodied and bruised and I did that to him. It was my hands, my strength and well it might not have been me behind the wheel so to speak but it may as well have been.

Shit not making much sense am I? It seems that the bastard acted like me, convinced Sam that I was no longer possessed; poor kid with his still scrambled noggin' believed it. Thank God, yeah that's right ya bastard I said thank God for Bobby Singer and his Holy Water beer.

Does make ya wonder I guess, what else the bastard has been up to using this body of mine. Shit I gotta concentrate, now what did it do to Bobby and Cal? And the bigger question how the hell do I make it go and find out?

Hang on what the no, no leave him alone you fucking yellow eyed bastard!

S—D

Rufus moved stealthily through the salvage yard using the piles of old and forgotten cars as a screen against the demons patrolling the house. He had counted two more after the two he had already sent packing back to hell. Now he had to get into the house and to find the others; silently he moved towards his intended target, they must have been either very low, low level demons or new ones as they were too easy to get rid of. The blade dipped in holy water did the trick each time and soon Rufus had a clear run to the house.

He moved carefully to the storm cellar door he knew Bobby kept clear and accessible for possible quick escapes. Gotta love the paranoia the old coot has.

S—D

Sam tried to focus on the familiar face floating above him; everything was blurry and barely recognisable but he knew who it was hurting him. He didn't understand why Dean was hurting him so much why? What did I do?

He screamed against the gag as more blows rained down on him, he felt a rib give after the last one and a strange tight feeling filled the right side of his chest, he could feel his breath bubbling. Dean?

S—D

This has gotta stop now! I am not gonna do this anymore, fuck you, you fucking yellow eyed bastard I'm not your puppet anymore.

Okay so that didn't even make it flinch but this might, I'm letting my memories of Sam and me as kids flood my mind, good old fashioned brotherly love from when I carried him out of the fire and then growing up together.

YES! It's working though how long I have to keep this up I'm not sure but as long as he leaves Sammy alone. I can do this, just have to clear my mind, hahaha, yeah I made a joke!

S—D

Sam braced himself for the killing blow from Dean but it didn't come, slowly he opened his eyes and squinted up at the blurred shape hovering by his side. Something was wrong, Dean was standing there with this pained look on his face but he wasn't moving, he wasn't doing anything at all.

Sam swallowed deeply and tasted the acrid copper taste of blood making him gag against the rag shoved so deeply in his mouth. Closing his eyes he tried to calm his treacherous thoughts but his weakening body gave way on him, 'Dean, please help me!'

Two little boys sat huddled in the back of the closet; they could hear sounds of violence from the other side of the door. Terrified they pressed harder against the back wall trying to blend in with the shadows and the darkness. They had to follow orders and stay hidden but that didn't make things any better; if anything it made it worse because all they could do was to sit there and listen to the sounds of fighting.

The door swung opened and sunlight flared into the closet, the breeze ruffled the leaves behind them and the water glistened in the summer sun. Two pairs of feet dangled in the water splashing in the cool shallow depths; a fishing line bobbed next to them but was mostly ignored as they enjoyed a rare day of relaxation and fun.

Without warning black clouds formed and covered the sun, thunder rolled across the horizon as lightening struck a tree on the other side of the lake to them. 'Dean, Sammy, boys come on.' A deep masculine voice commanded their presence and instantly their calm was destroyed, fear again clawed its way into their hearts. Two strong hands reached out to grab them and to take them to safety.

The car skidded sideways on the slick road as two little boys clutched each other in the backseat. Their father drove expertly down the highway managing to stay in front of the ghost truck chasing them. Every so often he risked a quick glance at the two most precious people in his life and gave them a reassuring wink; he wrenched the wheel and steered the large car into a narrow drive way coming to a heaving stop with a smoking u-turn at the end of the asphalt. He sat there watching and waiting with two sets of eyes focussed on him; no one spoke or even dared to make a sound breathing. They all sat and waited…

'Dean help me please!'

'Sammy help me please!'

S—D

The bedroom door crashed open and two things happened at once, Rufus tackled Dean and Caleb rescued Sam. Within two minutes the room was still and quiet with all but heavy drawn out breathes. Rufus stood over Dean's prone form and stared at Caleb in shock, he was prepared for an otherworldly fight against the possessed younger man and all it took was too carefully placed punches.

Caleb headed straight for the bed and cut the ropes holding Sam prisoner and then tenderly removed the gag and material shoved tightly in the young man's mouth. Tiny flakes of skin and dried saliva acted like an adhesive and made the extraction of the rag even more difficult. Dried and fresh blood stained it and made Caleb's stomach clench with nausea; swallowing deeply he reached down to check Sam's breathing when he noticed the blueness around his mouth. 'Ah shit!'

'Caleb what is it?' Rufus asked as he finished tying Dean's wrists and ankles using rope soaked in holy water.

'Sam's cyanotic dammit Rufus I think we're losing him.'

'No we aint losing anyone … can you manage him downstairs to Bobby or wanna wait till I get this one fixed up?'

'Nah I'll be fine … waiting but ya better hurry up.' Caleb said as he concentrated on dressing as many of Sam's wounds as he could.

Rufus hauled Dean's limp body up and slung him over his shoulder in a fireman's hold before he hurried as quickly as he could downstairs to the prepared devil's trap.

'Dean help me.' Sam whispered so softly that for a moment Caleb thought he had just imagined it and then Sam repeated it again before his breathing came to a stuttering stop.

S—D

Man do I feel like I've been hit with a mallet, everything is so fucked up I don't know what to think or to do anymore. It feels so strange, something is different it feels like its drunk or high but still in control of my body. But then again, its raging against something ahh it's tied down, way to go Rufus.

What is this feeling though so weird, if I wasn't trapped in my head I'd swear that … damn they're trying to exorcise me! AH Fuck!

S—D

Bobby was with Sam in the hospital, he told the doctors that Sam had been attacked and beaten by unknown assailants in an apparent case of mistaken identity. The sheriff came and took statements, threw an accusatory look or two at Bobby but after talking to the doctors and taking into consideration Bobby's broken leg, she was more than satisfied in the story given.

Sam lay so quiet, so still in the hospital bed Bobby had to check to make sure more than once that the idjit hadn't passed away. The litany of injuries was frightening, two broken ribs, a punctured lung, five bruised and cracked ribs, fractured collar bone, dislocated shoulder, bruised kidneys, deep bruising to his genitalia and inner thighs. Bobby had blanked out a little after the doctor mentioned the deep bruising, Sam was more than just the son of a now dead friend, he and his brother Dean were the closest to sons that Bobby would ever have and the last injuries mentioned were just too much for him.

The worst thought was that for Sam in his fragile state of mind it was Dean who had dealt this vicious and horrific attack. Would either brother come back from that?

'Mister Singer?' Doctor Edward McIntyre tried once again to get Bobby's attention, 'are you alright Mister Singer?'

'What? Ah yeah sorry Doc,' Bobby said his cheeks tinged red as he shoved his cap back on his head and resettled it before looking up at the pretentious looking man. 'You were saying?'

'The results of Sam's rape kit came back, as we had already discussed Sam has severe bruising in the genital area and inner thighs however, I can tell you that Sam was not penetrated anally … he has not been sodomised. The extent of the emotional trauma won't be known until Sam is conscious and aware … although not a lot of good news its better than we could've hoped for.'

'Thanks Doc … it's great news for Sam and the rest of us …' Bobby sighed with relief as he sat back down and stared at Sam, 'Sam? Doc I think he's trying to wake up.'

TBC