Thank you to all you lovely guys who reviewed and want me to continue with this short clip. You made me blush with happiness, so I will see if I can escape again and see what is waiting out there in the shadows for me. And so our journey will continue. NC

Cas watched the young Winchester sob quietly for his older brother. He gently laid a hand on his shoulder, knowing he could not take away his pain and suffering.

"We will find a way to save your brother Sam." Cas offered.

Sam straightened and wiped his face on his shirt sleeve. He took a deep shaky breath before saying, "I need to get the first aid kit to bandage his arm."

"You need your wounds tended to also. If you will allow." Cas urged as Sam allowed him to steer both of them away from the dungeon.

Chapter 2

Sam stood in front of the bathroom mirror and surveyed the injuries Dean had inflicted on his face. He took the wash cloth and gently dabbed at the dried blood under his eye and under his nose. He checked closely to see if any cuts needed stitches. Lucky for him butterflies were enough.

He carried the first aid kit out of the bathroom and found Cas waiting for him. Cas titled his head slightly to the side and gave Sam a quick once over checking his injuries.

"Cas, I didn't think you would still be here." Sam inquired.

"I wanted to be sure you were ok Sam." Cas stated.

"No I'm not ok, I had to shoot my brother who was trying to kill me." Sam grimaced. "It's like this has been a bad dream and I can't wake up."

"I am sorry for your pain, I will try to do whatever I can to help Dean."

"Thanks Cas." he whispered sadly knowing they might be fighting a losing battle.

"I need to return to my compound, but I shall return as soon as I can."

"See you." Sam said watching him leave the bunker. He sighed to himself and headed for the dungeon. Cas said Dean would be out for a couple more hours and he wanted to clean and bandage the wound on his arm before he woke again.

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The dungeon door silently swung open under Sam's pressure. He turned on the light before stepping in the room. Dean was still laying on the cot just as he left him. Drawing in a deep breath, he made his way to the cot. Before beginning first aid, he took the hand cuff and fastened it around Dean's left wrist, doing the same with the right. The chain would give him room to move from the cot to the small table and chair Sam had brought in earlier. He put up an old screen he had found in storage in front of the toilet for a little privacy.

Taking scissors, he cut the sleeve of Dean's shirt so he could better see the wound. He took peroxide and a towel and doused the injured area. Dean winced in sleep, but didn't awaken. It hurt down to his soul to know he had caused Dean more pain. He thought back on the words that were spoken between them and knew he had been so harsh and cruel and petty. It wasn't that he thought he was wrong, no he had a right to be mad and upset, but maybe he went to far to say they were not brothers or family. He should have talked it out, should have made Dean listen to him, try to get him to understand his point of view.

After cleaning the wound, he applied butterfly bandages and gauze. He taped it in place before packing up the kit and getting up. Sam had brought bottles of water, power bars, and packets of crackers. Making sure everything was in reach, he walked back over to Dean and ran a hand down his cheek.

"I'm won't give up Dean, I will find a way." he whispered to his sleeping brother.

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Dean let a moan slip between his lips as he blinked his eyes trying to remember what had transpired. He raised his arms only to find handcuffs on them. An annoying pain drew his attention to his bandaged arm. The memories came flooding back into this mind, he had attacked Sam and Sam had shot him. Damnit, Sammy had shot him.

Raising his upper body off the cot, he swung his legs to the floor and looked around. He was in the dungeon. Sam had locked him in the dungeon. He saw the bottles of water and food on the table and reached for some water. He absently rubbed his right arm just below the elbow where the mark had made it's home. There were times he could feel the mark burn slightly, just enough to be annoying. Other times it seemed as if it was expanding, slowly reaching out, slowly digging itself deeper wanting to claim more of him.

He shook his head to chase away the feelings as he downed half a bottle of water. His throat was parched and raw as he tried to swallow. The wetness coated all the way down giving him some relief as he frowned from the pain.

Sam threw the book he was reading in anger. Nothing that he had found was helpful in any way. He sat back in the chair and ran his hand through his hair pushing it out of his face. Glancing up at the clock, he saw it was almost dinner time. He scooted his chair back and walked to the kitchen. Dean needed food, and it was up to him to fix it. He pulled burger and salad makings out of the fridge and busied himself with dinner while his mind turned over everything he knew.

As the burger cooked, he thought back over everything from the beginning. Crowley had tricked Dean into taking the mark, well not tricked more pushed in that direction, it was Dean who chose to accept it. So Crowley would need to be questioned. And then there was Cain, he would have to figure out how to track down Cain. But the blade, the blade, that's it, Sam thought excitedly. He would go back to Culbert Sinclair's home and see if he has anything on the blade. He had to know the significance of it, to have bought it. A plan began to form in Sam's mind as he assembled Dean's burger. He took a tray and placed the food on it along with a couple of beers.

Dean looked up when he heard the door being unlocked. The door swung open and his little brother stood in the doorway. He hesitated for a few seconds before stepping into the room with another chair. As he got closer, Dean could see the cuts and bruises he had afflicted on his baby brother. Closing his eyes and swallowing hard, he fought down the urge to lung at him.

Sam folded the chair out and placed it on the far side of the table away from Dean's reach. He looked over at his brother who still remained sitting on the cot.

"I brought some dinner." he said quietly, looking away.

Dean watched him go back out and bring a tray with food into the room. Sam sat a plate on the table where Dean could reach and sat another plate at the opposite end. He placed a beer at both plates.

"Hope you're hungry."

Dean's stomach growled but he didn't respond to him. He bit his cheek to keep from screaming at Sam. He wanted to know why the hell he had chained him in the dungeon. Reining in his anger, he slowly walked over to the table and sat in the empty chair. Looking down at his plate, he saw Sam had cooked him a burger. He included some chips and extra pickles.

Sam was busy forking salad from his plate and into his mouth. Dean picked up the burger and took a small bite. Actually wasn't bad for someone who rarely ate burgers. He did on occasion when pushed into it. He opened his beer and took a long swallow eyeing Sam over the bottle. Sam was looking anywhere but at him. He knew that look, one of shame and hurt. Maybe if he eased his mind he would be able to get close enough to take him down and get the key. No! Why was he thinking that? He couldn't hurt Sam, but look what he had already done. Dean grimaced as the burger he was chewing wouldn't go down.

"I'm going to be gone for a few days." Sam said finally breaking the silence. "I'm going to have Jody come and stay here while I'm gone."

"Why are you doing this Sammy?" Dean questioned after he had forced the bit of burger down.

"Because whether you want to believe it or not, you are changing Dean. And I'm going to find a way to stop it." he said determination in his voice.

"I'm fine, you can let me go, I have it under control."

"Really? For how long? Until you decide you need to touch it again? Until you need to beat the location out of me again?"

"Sammy I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"

"No Dean you didn't because you are not you. I just don't know how long you will stay you." he said sadly.

"You're jealous aren't you, because I'm stronger, more powerful, I don't need you." he growled through gritted teeth.

Sam sat back with the outburst, a frightened look on his face. He made sure he was not within Dean's reach as he laid his silverware on his plate and started to get up. Sam fought back the tears that were threatening to break free of his eyes as he carried the chair back out along with uneaten food. Dean cussed himself for letting it out. He pushed hard to force the feelings back down and into a corner. He needed to control it, he needed to be the master.

As soon as he closed the door, Sam let the tears spill down his cheeks as he fought to keep his food down. I want my brother back and I will find a way to get him back, he vowed. He pushed off from the wall and headed back to the common room. He had to get everything in place, the sooner he could leave the sooner the could get back. Sam scrolled through his contacts finding Jody's number.

"Sheriff Mills, how can I help you?"

"Jody, Sam Winchester."

"Sam! How are you?"

"Jody, I need a big favor."

"Sure Sam, what can I do?"

"I need you to meet me and stay at the bunker for a couple of days."

"Sure, where's Dean?"

"That's the problem, look, I'll explain more when we meet. If you will meet me at Phil's Diner in Lebanon, Kansas as soon as you can."

"Let me get someone to fill in here, it's like six or so hours from here right?"

"Maybe more like seven, but Phil's is a 24 hour diner, if you'll call me when you're close, I'm only twenty minutes away." Sam instructed as he made a quick list of some food he needed to pick up for Dean. There was no way he would have Jody take food to Dean, it was too dangerous.

With his list in hand, Sam headed for the Impala so he could run to the grocery store before Jody got here. He decided to buy a mini fridge so Dean would have a place to keep things cold. That would make things easier as far as food wise. He needed to get more bottled water and beer too. Sam felt more in control now that he had a purpose and a plan. Sam squared his shoulders and headed out of the bunker to run his errands.

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Dean tossed the burger onto the plate with disgust. He was going to have to be more in control if he hoped to get out of here. He would have to hide this from Sammy, he didn't understand, he was getting better, stronger, a better hunter than he ever had been his entire life. It wouldn't be long, and he would be invincible, no one would be able to stop him.

Sam wrestled the mini fridge out of the back seat of the car before straightening and cracking his back. He stretched his arms toward the ceiling letting every vertebra fall into place. He found the hand truck and wheeled it into the bunker and toward the dungeon. He removed the fridge from the box getting it ready, before opening the door.

Dean was standing beside the table and glanced his way as he pushed to fridge ahead of him.

"I thought this would make it more comfortable for you." Sam said keeping a close eye on Dean as he pushed the fridge against the wall and plugged it in. It began to hum quietly, breaking the silence in the room.

"How long are you planning on keeping me down here?"

"As long as it takes."

"Sammy, you know this is crazy right. You're over reacting you know this right?" Dean tried to assure him.

"Dean, I'm not having this conservation I have too much to do." Sam said backing away quickly before Dean could grab him.

"Sammy, I said I was sorry, I will never let that happen again."

"I'll bring you some food and water before I leave, you should be ok until I get back."

"Damnit Sam, let me go."

"I'll be back later." he said closing the door. Dean clenched his fists wanting to punch something. He stalked back to the cot and sat down. There had to be a way out of here, he thought twisting the handcuff on his wrist. This was not coming off without a key or either cut his hands off. But that would defeat his plans, he needed these hands, how else could he bath in the blood.

"No, no, stop thinking that." Dean muttered madly pressing his hands to his head. He could not think that way. Control, must keep control, keep it down, silent. I can restrain, suppress, stop it, he thought crinkling his eyes as he drew in a deep breath.

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After stuffing the last of his clothes in his duffle, Sam dropped it at the steps. He threw an empty duffle beside his to use if he needed to bring anything back. Glancing around, he made sure everything was partly picked up.

Sam boxed up the food for Dean checking the time as he put plastic silverware in the box. Jody should be arriving soon and he wanted to be ready to leave as soon as she was settled in. His cell rang making him jump as he sat the box down.

"Hello."

"Hey Sam, Jody I'll be to the diner in about thirty minutes."

"Great, Jody, I'll be heading that way in a few."

"See you there." she said hanging up.

Sam picked up the box and headed for the dungeon. He unlocked the door and pushed the door open. He paused, surveyed the room landing on Dean sitting on the cot. He picked up the box and made his way to the table.

"I brought you some food and drinks. Part of it will need to be put in the fridge. Here's your music too and some magazines and books. I shouldn't be gone more than three days max."

"And what if something happens and I die down here alone?"

"No, I will let Cas know I'm leaving and if I haven't called him back in three days, he will come check on you." Sam said. He didn't want Dean to know Jody was going to be upstairs. He knew how convincing Dean could be and didn't want any harm to come to Jody.

"How is he suppose to get in?"

"I'll figure something out before I leave. Good-bye Dean."

"Sam! Sam!" Dean called pulling on the cuffs trying to stop Sam from leaving.