**Thanks for all your patience. Hopefully you'll be pleased with this chapter. There are only two or three more chapters left for the entire story. As I said in my update...this chapter is dark...pain and death will be in it. You Have Been Warned.**Check at the bottom of the chapter for links to the pictures of the certain things I describe in this chapter. Checking them out will give you a better understanding of what it was like for Ben and Dean to go through. All the places and sights are I use are real, not just made up for the story. Now as for the healing power of the spring...that's just something I made up...enjoy

He was alone. Scared. In the dark. Sniffling, Ben looked up and around him, trying to figure things out. The stone floor was cold and slightly damp. All this was made worse by the fact he wore only a pair of boxers and a dirty t-shirt. He had only felt like this once before. That was when that monster lady had kidnapped him and all the other neighbor kids and hid them in cages in a housing development. Dean had shown up and had saved him and all the others. At least he was wearing all his clothes then. Try as he might, he couldn't see how Dean was going to help him out of this one.

"Well" said a cold voice, "look who I've got here."

"Who are you? What do you want?" he asked, trying to sound brave.

The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place it. He felt a tingling from his arm that was strange. Feeling a tug from his crotch, he glanced down at his boxers and felt sick. A dark chuckle came from the man that was somewhere right outside of his range of vision. Receding crunching footsteps let him know his captor was walking away. Sighing with relief, he looked around again. Then he felt a jolt run through him. Panicking, he felt all over the floor, looking for his jeans. Horror rose inside him as he realized there was no chance they were here with him. Crushed, he hung his head and breathed hard, hoping he would still be able to get back to the fountain stone for another fragment.

Moving his limbs, he discovered he wasn't tied down to anything. Feeling better, he made to get up, but at the last minute, he raised his hand to feel above his head. His hand hit hard stone, which he would have probably been knocked out had he rose like he had originally planned. Reaching out, he felt along the stone wall. It arched overhead and curved back down the hard floor. Turning, he placed his hand to the other side and discovered it was flat.

Taking a step forward, he let out a small cry as his foot fell into a hole. Falling, he felt his foot plunge into a cold pool of water. His knee banged against the side of the rim. Throwing out his hands, they hit the cold floor. The large burn blister on his left hand burst, and he screamed. Immediately his other foot slipped into the open area and was also plunged into the frigid water. Breathing hard with tears running thick down his cheeks, he glanced down and couldn't see anything. Shakily, he grunted and sat back down on the stone floor. Carefully, he scooted back, lifting his feet out of the water. Now shivering with cold, he reached down and felt his knee.

Leaning in to see the damage, he couldn't see much so he tentatively felt his knee and shin. A hot sticky liquid covered his skin, which was almost certainly blood. As he sat there, it began to throb and he worried it might be fractured. Leaning back, his head hit something metal that clanged faintly. Placing his hands along the surface, he was sure it felt like metal. There was a hole that was near the edge of the surface. The small hole was where the small amount of light was illuminating the dark space. Next to the hole, the surface turned back to stone. Certain this was a door, he pushed on it with his back.

There was no give at all. Leaning in, he pressed his eye to the small opening. Tree trunks and weeds were barely visible. A slight breeze smelling of woods wafted in from what he guessed was a keyhole. From somewhere outside, there was a deep, primeval growl that chilled him even more than the water had done. No longer wanting to be near the door, he scooted around the floor until he faced the door. Feeling a line of blood rolling down his leg, he leaned in and tried to examine it better. Still not able to make out how bad it was, he reached down into the hole until his fingers grazed the water. Scooping a small amount of water into the palm of his hand, he lifted it and poured it over his knee.

Immediately, the stinging disappeared and he felt the broken skin fuse back together. He froze, too stunned to move again. Shaking, though this time it was due to excitement, he leaned his face down into the opening in the floor. Giving a small sniff, he could detect no odd odor. Tipping his head further into the depression, he felt his nose brush against the surface of the water, then pushed his lips out. Taking a quick sip, he swallowed.

Strength flowed through him. The coldness of the floor and his anxiety of being trapped vanished as if they were never there in the first place. Excitement coursed through his entire body. Plunging his hand with the burst blister into the liquid, he let out a cry of relief as it healed instantly. Was this what he and Dean had been searching for? Thinking of Dean, he sat back up and looked around the small dark room. Another growl erupted from outside, sounding even closer. His strength faded and his fear returned. Crunching leaves came from right outside the door. A shadow passed in front of the keyhole, plunging him back into darkness.

"Dean…"he thought, tears beginning to leak out of his eyes, "where are you?" he whispered.

Earlier…

Unlike their first day in the hotel room, Ben was the first to wake up. Ben's eyes slowly opened and looked around the room. His cheek was laying atop Dean's bare chest, just inches away from his left nipple. Blinking, he gave a small yawn and checked out the time. The clock said 6:07 AM, with a light grey glow coming from the windows of their room. Knowing they had to leave early, he should probably wake Dean. The drive to Harvard Massachusetts was a three and a half hour trip. Chest rising up and down slowly, Dean snored rather loudly. He wondered how he could have slept with so much noise.

Tentatively, he reached down and scratched his morning wood. He smiled as he remembered the night before. Gently, he shifted his hand under the blanket and over Dean's ample crotch. Slowly dropping his hand, his fingers landed in the thick pubic bush above his dick. Ben couldn't wait until his own groin was as hairy as Deans. He wanted to actually be hairier than him to tell the truth. He'd read online about how the new trend of manscaping had become the standard for every man, gay or straight. Almost all the gay sex scenes he'd watched online had guys with little to no pubes.

Feeling Dean's thick uncut cock, he realized it was soft. Though he got to see his cock multiple times a day, he barely ever got to see it soft. Slowly, he pulled the blankets off of both of them. Still snoring loudly, he grinned and looked down. Dean's thick uncut member lay slightly curled over his right thigh. Dark and thick at the base, the foreskin covered the head. Nuts hanging low, he was amazed as they almost rested atop the mattress. Deciding it was time for Dean to wake up, he got to work.

Lowering his head, he pushed his lips out and sucked at the head of Dean's cock. Still soft, the whole thing turned upward and was finally engulfed in his hot mouth. Glancing up, the snoring softened but the deep breathing remained the same. Even as his view rested on Dean's slumbering face, the cock began to expand rapidly inside his mouth. Pushing the foreskin down with his tongue, he dipped into the piss slit. One of his hands drifted down and jerked at his own member while the other played with Dean's nut sack.

Leaning down further, he rotated his head so his tongue could wrap around the base of his now fully erect shaft. A slight moan come from somewhere overhead. Grinning, he went lower and engulfed his nuts into his waiting mouth. Feeling a tug, he glanced up and grinned up at a sleepy eyed Dean. Winking, Ben resumed his play as he felt Dean's fingers reach into his hair. His head was moved up and down his nuts and was finally pulled further up until above his shaft again.

Gripping his hair tighter, he forced his head up and down and finally to the side so he could take the head into his mouth again. Groaning louder, Dean increased the speed of his guidance. Releasing a hand, Dean pulled Ben's head up and slightly away from his dick. Taking hold of the base of his shaft, he pushed it into a standing position. Smirking, Dean took it and slapped the sides of Ben's face hard with his thick shaft. Twisting his hand again, his head was forced in the opposite direction. Again, he slapped the other side harshly.

"Get up here boy." Dean ordered hoarsely.

Ben nodded and crawled on top of him. Letting his own dick press into the bed, he halted as he felt the head come into contact with Dean's furry ass cheeks. On the way up, he let his tongue slide against Dean's hot skin. Pausing at the nipples, he lightly bit onto one, and then the other. Wanting to try something new, he smirked and made a detour on his way up. Licking the side of his nipple, he tilted his head to the side and finally up into Dean's hairy armpit. Tongue coming into contact with the first few hairs, he gave them an experimental lick. Dean stiffened, then looked down at him so intensely he looked somewhat cross-eyed.

Tilting his head, he waited for permission. Since they had never done this before, he wondered what the reaction would be. An eyebrow raised momentarily, then he gave a nod. Still not breaking eye contact, he continued letting his tongue press into the deepest and hairiest part of the pit. Not really knowing what to expect, he felt relief when he realized it didn't taste or smell bad at all. Eyes closing, Dean turned his head upward, a grin across his face. Surprised and turned on, he dug deeper until the entire depression was soaked with his saliva.

"The other." Dean croaked.

Excited, he gave a nod and licked his way back up and over his large chest. The entire time his stiff teenage cock ground into Dean's ass cheeks. He felt the bed sheets wet with the copious amount of precum leaking from his member. Reaching down, Ben pulled at his length until he pressed directly into the crack. As his head reached the other side of his chest, he stretched his neck down and into the pit. At the same time, he pushed his cock deeper into the cheeks until he felt it press into Dean's tight hole.

Applying pressure, the tight rim finally gave way and his cock slid into Dean's tight ass just as his tongue dug into his other armpit. Dean hissed and groaned with pain and pleasure. Dean lifted his arm to give him better access. The wet hair was matted onto the skin as he added more tongue. Pulling his head back, he lifted up a bit. Instinctively, Dean raised his hips and Ben pushed the rest the way inside him. Hot, tight, and wet, Dean's hole was heaven. Letting out a moan of ecstasy, Ben dropped his head to Dean's chest as he bottomed out.

"Yea…"Dean whispered, reaching down and grabbing hold of Ben's hips. "Fuck me!" he growled.

"You feel so good Dean." He whimpered, pulling back.

"Ugh!" he grunted, as he slammed into him.

"So good…" he breathed, as he felt the muscles surrounding his cock tighten.

"Come on, harder." He ordered.

Pulling out all the way, he slammed into him with all his might. Dean eyes flew open and he grinned up at him with a surprised expression. A hand reached up and around his neck and pulled him in harshly. Their tongues met and Dean's finally pushed inside his mouth. Ben increased his speed with urgency. Dean let his head drop to the pillow. Leaning down, Ben lightly bit onto Dean's bottom lip. Letting go, he turned his head and sucked on his earlobe. Breathing heavier, he blew hot breath into the canal.

"I'm so close." He whined, feeling the euphoric buildup of an impending release.

"Jerk me off." Dean told him, pushing him away.

Rocking back and forth, Ben propelled himself back onto his back, taking Dean along with him. It was a good thing Dean had known what he was doing. Throughout the move, Ben's thrusting hadn't been altered as Dean rocked with him. Back against the bed, Ben stared up as Dean hovered over him, lowering himself a bit before Ben continued to pound into him. Glancing down, Ben watched his cock disappear and reappear every time Dean's nuts blocked his view. Reaching out, Ben wrapped his hands around Dean's thick uncut shaft.

"Here I come." Dean said shakily.

Even before he finished the three words a thick rope of cum shot out of him. Rope after rope landed across Ben's upper chest and even onto his face. Luckily he closed his eyes before the load landed there. After just a few more thrusts, his own seed was planted deep inside Dean. Shaking and spent, he finally came down off his high. A tongue licked across his face as Dean cleaned up the mess. Chuckling, he waited until he was done. Giving a satisfied sigh, he patted Ben on the chest and pushed himself up. Now soft, his cock fell to the side as cum dripped out of his ass.

Still tired, he laid there as he felt Dean jump around on the bed and off. A door opened off to the side and he heard the shower turn on. Hands grabbed him and he gave a little yelp as he was lifted into the air and they proceeded into the shower. The drive was going to be long, and the task should be simple. He doubted it would be simple...nothing ever was when it came to matters of the supernatural. The shower was quick, without their usual sexual play. Today was different, and he wanted to be totally focused. They packed quickly and gave the room a once over. Looking at each other, Dean leaned down and kissed him sweetly on the cheek before they exited the room.

Deans POV

The three hour plus drive was long. The landscape had finally changed into woodlands and now was a bit marshy. Their trip had been unusually quiet, both knowing what was riding on this mission. He loved Ben so much, but he still cared for Lisa and she was a big part of who Ben was. It had taken him quite a while to make sure they had all their gear. Castiel had told them to enter the area north of Holy Hill. It was essential that they followed the avenue the shakers used to the plateau of Holy Hill. They had to use a brass lantern and chant a march until they came to the top of the hill. From there, they would remove a piece of the Fountain Stone and head back down the track.

Turning off of Route 2, Dean drove down Highway 110 and then turned onto South Shaker Road before finally turning left onto Ann Lees Road. Ben was looking out of his window. Dean ducked his head down so he could see what Ben was looking at. The narrow road was surrounded by huge trees, mostly pine and oak. Being large and dense, it was hard to make out anything behind them. He could tell however, that they rose onto a steep hill that lined the road. There was no way to judge what was to come. Noticing a swampy area on the other side of the road, he knew the parking area was just ahead.

A small gravel parking area was open to public access to Holy Hill. Large boulders lined the road between the entrance and exit turn. Pulling in, the truck came to a stop and they both looked out the windows, studying the terrain. Shutting the engine off, they looked at each other nervously. Ben looked scared and weary. Smiling softly, he leaned in and gave him a swift kiss. Nodding his head in thanks, Ben opened the door and stepped out onto the ground. Reaching behind his seat, he took out the brass lantern and held it tightly as Dean joined him. In his hands, Dean had the paper with their instructions that Castiel had given to them.

Opening a secret door under the cab, he pulled out a knife and two small boxes of salt. Cass hadn't been able to give them a detailed idea of what the spirits would be like on the hill. All he said is that they were thick, some not having left the area since the late 1800's. Dean could only imagine what kind of temperament they would have, being stuck and all. Hopefully they wouldn't attack them.

Still, he wouldn't feel safe without some protection. Giving a big sigh, he looked at the opening across the street. Two humongous oak trees marked the entrance to the avenue. Glad there wasn't any people around, he reached out and held Ben's hand. Halting in front of the entrance, he looked over at him. Returning the gaze he gave a nervous smile.

"You ready Ben?" he asked, his voice thick.

"Let's do it." He said, but turned his head to the side, looking down the main road.

Frowning, Dean followed his gaze but didn't see anything. Shrugging, he took his first steps off the road. Immediately, he felt the atmosphere change. The air seemed to crackle with activity. They both began their trek up the path. Ben kept looking around. He didn't know why but it made him nervous, almost making him want to turn around. Just as he turned, Ben pushed forward and finally made their way up the procession. Pulling out the piece of paper, he held it between them. Glancing Ben eyed the writing and looked at him. Taking a breath, they began their chant as the trees became thicker and the sunlight dimmed.

"I shall march through Mount Zion

With my angelic band,

I shall pass through the city

With my fain in my hand,

And around thee, O Jerusalem,

My armies will encamp,

While I search my Holy Temple

With my bright burning lamp."

Dean knew something had changed because the oppression of darkness thickened. Wisps of wind blew through the thick trees. Ahead faint white light began to appear. The further up the avenue they went, the more lights came into sight. A snap of a twig off to the right made him pause and look around. All sounds of nature had ceased. The only sound came from the rustling of leaves overhead. Next to him, Ben tripped and fell to the ground. Dean crouched and looked down at him, worried something had taken hold of him. Instead, Ben's ears turned red and he looked away. Glancing down, he grinned as realized Ben had tripped over a root.

Trying not to smile, he helped Ben to his feet. Still embarrassed, he gave him a small punch and proceeded. Once he began moving again, the situation struck him as he nearly walked into a white mist in the shape of a person. Feeling ice plunging through his body, he faltered. The mist surrounded him, then drifted off to the left. Shaking his head, he caught up with Ben. A large wooden archway was ahead, looking as if it could disintegrate at any moment. Ben turned and waited as Dean joined him.

Taking hold of his hand again, they crossed under the rotten arch and looked onto a flat area around the size of a basketball court. Smaller trees grew all over, indicating that this had been a barren hill at one point. A short white fence encircled the edge of the hill. Almost at the far end of the area, Dean could make out a light colored object on the ground. Taking long strides, they made their way across the hill until they came to two large white stones buried into the ground. Ben looked at him and he nodded in confirmation.

Taking a breath, Ben smashed the lantern on to the stone. Glass shattered and the oil splashed into the crack of the stone where it seeped into the ground. Pulling out a pick, Dean waited for the fire to creep into the crack. When the flames flickered, he held his tool ready. Finally, the fire turned blue then made a small pop. Immediately, green smoke began to puff out of the crack. Raising his pick, he handed it to Ben. Ben just stared, apparently forgetting he was the one who had to do this. The smoke began to fade and Dean thrust the tool at him. Jumping, Ben looked horrified he had almost missed his cue.

Ben lifted the pick, then plunged it down onto the stone. White humanoid shapes began to float in their direction as he repeated the strike. Nervous, he pulled out the salt and began to sprinkle it around them as a piece of stone finally broke off the main body. Sighing, Ben reached down and picked the stone up. Hissing, he dropped it and looked down at his hand. A large bubble began to form due to the burn. Letting out an anguished cry Ben bit his lip as the lump grew. Dean cursed, knowing just how painful that kind of burn could be. Ben looked as if he wanted to pop it, but resisted. Nodding his head, he was impressed with Ben's determination.

Dean noticed how the piece seemed to glow even after the main stone had went out and began to cool. Shaking his head, he pulled out his knife and handed the salt to Ben. Taking it, Ben sprinkled the grains around them in a large arc. Several flew so far they passed into the white shapes. Hissing and groaning voices reverberated around them, sounding completely creepy. With his knife out, he pushed it into a sleeve at his shoulder and cut a hole. Reaching though it, he ripped the fabric away from his shirt and passed the torn cloth to Ben. Smiling thankfully, he passed the salt back and he wrapped the now glowing stone fragment away.

"Part one, check." Ben said happily, grinning up at Dean.

Returning the gesture, they backed away from the buried block and around the shattered glass shards. As they turned, Dean noticed how many more spirits surrounded them. Feeling uneasy, he gripped Ben's hand firmly and pulled him along. Luckily, the enormous blister was on the other hand, so it didn't bother him. Overhead, the sky was darkening. Finding this strange, he looked down at his watch and confirmed what he already knew. It was just after one in the afternoon. He had talked to Cass quickly after they left the hotel and asked if the time of day made any difference. Thankfully it had not.

"Dean." Ben whispered, coming to a halt.

"Huh?" he asked, slowing his steps.

"Someone is watching us." He said with a shaky voice.

"Where?" he stopped and looked around.

"Over there." He said, pointing off to the right.

Turning, he had one brief look at a young man with blond hair before his world went black. When he awoke, he found himself tied to a large tree. Blinking, he stared into the dim light. Guessing it was now mid-evening, he immediately felt fear for Ben. He opened his mouth to call his name, but nothing came out. A bitter taste filled his mouth. Some sort of rag had been stuffed into the opening. White shapes floated all around him, some coming close enough for him to make out a facial features. Most looked sad and forlorn.

He could tell he was no longer on Holy Hill, but he was sure he was close. Moving his head around, he could identify some sort of swamp below. Somewhere off in the distance, he heard traffic on a large roadway. Hearing some twigs crack to his side, he turned his head. A dark chuckle came from behind him. The tone was menacing, and yet familiar. More twigs snapped as footsteps approached at a slow pace. Finally, a male voice spoke.

'How are you doing…brother?" said a voice that he had barely ever heard.

The man made his way around the tree and stood in front of him. A cruel smirk ran across his face as he looked him up and down. He didn't understand, Adam should be dead. Apparently his expression was recognizable. Shaking his head, Adam walked up to him and glared him in the eye. Dean wasn't sure why, but he suddenly felt ashamed.

"You let me fall into hell Dean. Sam with me. It seems the only person you want to get close to is young teen boys." He spat.

Skin burning, he knew that what he and Ben shared was more than just sex, but the way Adam was talking, it was like he was a pedophile.

"What? Don't you want to know what hell is like?" he asked with mock interest. "Oh, wait. You've already been there." He finished with a smirk.

"Mmph youf" he growl through the gag.

"No, I don't think so. Though I might just do that to Ben. Such a cute little boy. Tell me…is he tight?" he sneered.

Rage such as he had never felt coursed through his blood. He gave a muffled roar and strained against the bonds. Adam just smiled broader.

"Don't worry, you'll get him back. But just to teach you a lesson, we're going to have to wait until Lisa is out of the way. It would break her heart anyway if she knew the way you fucked her little boy. After that, she won't last no time. In the meantime, I'm off to the spring. One thing you need after returning from hell is to forget your torture. One sip, and I'll forget my torment, while you'll wait here, tied to the tree and imagining me with him. It's been forever since I was laid" He jeered.

Tears began to pour from his eyes. Adam looked seriously taken aback. Then, he frowned at him. Stepping closer he leaned in and sniffed and licked his cheek. Jerking his head away, he glared through the tears. Dean pulled his arms, trying to wriggle out of the ropes. Taking a step back, Adam looked triumphant. Tilting his head, he leaned in and spat square in his face. Cringing, Dean couldn't see. At that point, pain exploded as Adam kneed him hard in the groin. Screaming into the gag, his vision went white while his feet gave out from under him. Now sobbing harder than ever, he looked up as Adam's cold heartless laugh echo within his head and his shape disappeared into the shadows.

Ben's POV.

The growl deepened from outside. He didn't know why, but it chilled him to his bones. Thankful his wounds had healed, he rose to his feet slowly. Though he was scared, he moved over to the iron door. Crouching, he pressed his eye against the tiny hole. Noticing how dark it was outside, he wondered how the time had passed so fast that it was night time. A large red eye peered in at him. Startled, he yelped and stepped backward automatically.

Immediately regretted the move. His foot slipped and he felt his body fall over the hole in the floor. Luckily, he had enough sense of mind to throw his arms behind him. They struck the cold floor hard. Hissing, he made to stand up again but the growling stopped and a stream of sunlight once more came through the keyhole of the door. He let out a sigh of relief that was premature. Another shadow passed in front and cut off the faint light.

A loud rattling noise let him know the door was being unlocked. Scrambling backwards, he pushed his back to the far end of the dark space. The door was flung open in one swift movement. Bright sunlight hit his face, making him squint due to being surrounded by darkness. Slowly, he pried open his eyes and looked at a very familiar blond haired man. Frowning, he studied him and tried to remember where he had seen him before.

"Remember me?" said the man coolly.

"You…you took my cast off." He gasped.

"There you go. The names' Adam. I'm Dean's brother." He said silkily.

"Where's Dean?"

"Around." he chuckled

"Where?" he shouted in panic.

"He's alright. He's tied up at the moment." He said darkly.

"What do you want?" he asked, feeling small.

Instead of saying anything, the man snapped his fingers sharply. Behind him, an enormous black dog came from out of the shadows. The red eyes blinked and narrowed as he came closer. Ben pressed himself as far back into what he now understood must be the spring house where the fountain flowed. Stepping to the side, Adam grinned in at him as the dog moved forward. Growling fiercely, the dog blocked the entire doorway, once again plunging him into darkness.

Still, it didn't enter the small building. Ben was sure it was because he simply couldn't fit his massive bulk inside. Snarling, it barred its sharp teeth and took a half step forward. It gave a quick lunge. Thankfully he shifted a bit to the side.

"Get him." Came Adams muffled voice.

Lunging again, he didn't miss. He screamed as jaws clamped down on his wrist. Adam gave a dark laugh. Taking a step back the beast pulled him into the doorway. Still screaming, he placed his feet against the door frame. Coming to a halt, the dog growl and shook his head from side to side harshly. Ben felt his skin break. His screaming became a screech as the bones cracked loudly. Sobbing hysterically, his foot slipped and slid out of the building. A triumphant laugh erupted in his ears as loudly as if Adam had been next to him.

Pissed beyond belief, Ben kicked the dog in the throat with all his might. It yelp and released him, causing him to fall back. Glancing up, the massive canine was shaking its head and coughing. Looking around, he noticed a large metal pin on the ground next to the open door. Without thinking, he lunged forward and grabbed it. Vaguely, he saw the tall blond man standing off to the right and leaning against a tree. Even as he raised the large shaft of metal, Adam surged forward. Agony coursed through his body like fire.

Ben tripped just as the dog rose. The rod slammed into the skull of the beast. A slight resistance met the metal, then it plunged through the dog's brain. As Ben fell to the ground, he felt his mangled wrist snap and gave a sickening crunch. Blinded with pain, he fell atop the animal's body. Roaring with rage, Adam kicked him with all his might. He gasped as he felt the steel toed boot hit his ribs. Another loud crack erupted from the point of impact. The dog dissolved into dust and Ben fell the rest of the way onto the hard ground.

"You fucking piss ant!" Adam raged.

The pain was unbelievable and he sobbed into the dirt. He grunted as another kick slammed into his groin. Having never been kicked there before, his shock was so great that his scream hurt his throat. A silent shout echoed in his head. Moments later, he purged his stomach as another blow hit him again. Adam cursed angrily and walked around him, watching as his tears fell to the ground. Smirking darkly, he unbuckled his pants. As scared as he was before, it was nothing compared to what he felt as his legs were twisted to the side and his face hit the dirt.

Letting out another scream as his head was kicked, he turned wide eyed to look up at the darkening sky. Feeling a tug, he glanced down and noticed hands were pulling at his boxers. Crying even louder, his face was harshly turned to the side. There was a splat as his cheek was forced into the pool of sick he had vomited a few moments ago. He gave a yelp as a hand slapped his bare ass harshly. When he heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, he lost it and screamed with all his might.

Dean's POV

Finally, he pulled his wrist free. Reaching up, he wrenched the gag out of his mouth. He was going fucking kill Adam. Throwing the gag to the ground, he finished freeing himself. Stepping away from the tree, he looked around, trying to figure out where he was. Somewhere off in the distance he heard a faint cry. Straightening up, he felt panic overtake him. Feeling helpless, he ran in the direction of the voice. Coming to a halt, he felt in his pockets and cursed as he realized he had no weapon. Another shout came from somewhere ahead. Gritting his teeth, he ran forward, not caring what he had. He'd kill him with his own hands if he had to.

Breathing hard, his footfalls pounded into the ground as he rushed towards Ben's screams. Suddenly, the ground below him disappeared. Giving a surprised gasp, he began to roll down a steep hill. Throwing his arms out, he hoped to grab onto a tree to halt his continued fall. Finally, his hand took hold of a small tree, slowing his descent. Then it gave out and he continued down the steep wooded hill.

"Shit!" he thought as he made out where he was going to land.

With a mighty splash, he was submerged into cold and murky water. The cold froze him to the bone, suddenly his still sore nads actually felt a little better. Spluttering, he broke through the surface and looked around. Now much lower in elevation, the sun no longer shone down on the area. Shaking, he stood, and then sank down again. Cringing, he took a closer look at where he was. Sighing, he recognized the landscape to be a swamp of some kind.

Somewhere in front of him, he heard deep bark boom. Though he'd lost sense of direction, he guessed it was where he needed to go. Struggling, he slogged through the water, fearing he was taking too long. What if he was too late to get to Ben in time to…he growled and redoubled his efforts. After what felt like hours, he noticed a tall chain linked fence stretched out from as far to the right as he could see to the opposite side. A scream shattered the quietness of the moment. He knew that scream, and it was much closer than he had hoped for.

He frantically looked for a way to cross the fence, tears starting to run down his cheeks with frustration. Finally, off to the left there was a small brook that emptied into an open culvert that traveled under the fence. Sprinting, he splashed into the small tunnel. Grimacing, he had to scoot on his belly just to get in. Above him, the sound of vehicles alerted him to the realization that this was most likely Route 2. Knowing that the spring house was almost next to the route, he felt heartened.

Just as he crawled out, he heard a howl of misery and a yelp of pain. Standing, he looked back and wondered how in the hell Ben's screams hadn't alerted the people in the area to his plight. The brook continued down and off to the left which was surely the source of the spring. His heart beat like thunder as he sprinted along the stream of water. Stumbling, he fell over a fallen log and hit his head on another log. Determined to keep his arrival a secret and therefor an advantage over Adam, he bit back an agonized yell.

"You fucking piss ant!" roared a familiar voice.

Getting up, he rushed forward. With every step he heard Ben getting closer. Ahead, he spotted what looked like an enormous boulder. As he got closer, he noticed an open door and a dark opening. A second later he caught a flash of yellow hair. Ben let out a scream so loud, Dean wondered why his ears didn't bleed. Dean finally had a clear view. On the ground, Ben was crying as Adam loomed over him. Suddenly the man's pants fell to the ground and he lowered himself.

Rage flowed through him as if it was electricity. Running forward he tackled the man, who gave a gasp of surprise. Using his knee, Dean caught him in the chest. Screaming, Adam rolled away and made to get up. Taking one look at Ben, his head seemed to explode with horror. Glancing down, he pulled a metal rod from the ground by Ben's hand. Gripping it in his hands, he turned and met his half-brother' gaze. Sneering, Adam charged. Wanting it over, he head butted him with all his might. They both fell to the ground, but since the man still had his pants around his ankles he fell over again. Lifting the rod, Dean tackled him and plunged it into Adam's chest.

Giving a strangled cry, Adam moved his eyes slowly to meet his own. His jaw tight, Dean pulled the rod out and thrust it in again. He laid there, his knee on his chest, watching the life drain out of the young man's cruel eyes. Finally the chest heaves stopped and the gaze became milky. Turning, he looked over at Ben. His boxers were back on and he was holding his wrist as he sat with tears rolling down is dirty cheeks.

Crawling over to him, he sat on the ground and opened his arms. Letting out a cry of relief, Ben fell onto his lap. His cries became wails as he held him and rocked back and forth. Finally sitting back, he looked at Ben, judging wounds. What he saw made him almost as sick as when he saw Adam about to force his way into him. Ben had a split lip, what looked like dried muck over his cheeks, one of which had a deep gash. A cut sliced across his left eye and then turned down toward his ear. What was worse was his left hand.

Large deep teeth marks had pulled apart the skin. A small white bone stuck out near his thumb and a long strip of flesh hung off the upper hand. Looking him up and down, he didn't see what else. The way he tried to stand, he winced and grabbed at his chest. Fuming, Dean lifted his shirt carefully. A large lump was distinctly off compared to the other side of his chest.

"A broken rib, definitely broken wrist and fingers. Ben…did he…" he stopped, unable to go on.

"No, you made it before he could…I was so scared." He sobbed, tears returning.

"I'm here. You're safe. We're going to have to go to the hospital though." He said gently.

To his surprise, Ben smiled broadly and shook his head. Fearing he wasn't thinking straight, he nodded sympathetically. Ben frowned at him, and then pointed at the open door. Standing, dean walked over to it. What he had thought was a moss covered boulder was actually a stone building like a shed. It curved at the top and was mixed with large stones placed together by mortar. Inside was a bare stone floor except for a round opening. Leaning in he couldn't see much. Pulling out his small flashlight, he flicked it on and pointed it into the hole.

A bubbling pool of clear water was below. Turning, he smiled broadly at Ben. Tears were in his eyes, but Dean knew it was a different kind of tears. His eyes were full of happiness and relief that had been absent from his for months. Walking over, he bent down and kissed him on the lips. Still squatting, he lifting him gently into his arms. Returning to the open doorway, he ducked into the building and sat Ben down on the edge of the hole. He indicated for Ben to get in but he shook his head.

"I don't want to contaminate it. But…I don't know where my pants are and that's where the fountain stone fragment is." He said, losing some of the happiness from his voice.

"I'll find them, scoop that water up and pour it over your external injuries. I bet you have to drink it to get heal the broken ribs." He instructed.

Stepping back out into the open, he glanced down at the form of his half-brother. He didn't know what to feel except disgust. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever believe Adam would stoop so low. To actually rape Ben. That didn't sound like the guy he had met in the past. But, as he had told him as he walked off, hell had changed him. Still, when he returned he didn't have any desire to do such a thing. Shaking his head, he glanced around on the ground, peering through the shadows.

Finally, over by a tree, he spotted a motorcycle. Walking over he checked inside the nap sack and breathed a sigh of relief as Ben's jeans lay in a ball at the bottom. Pulling them out, he hurried back over to the spring. By the time he reached the door, Ben was standing and looking at his healed hand with wonder. Though he knew perfectly well what had happened, he couldn't help but be marveled. His jaw dropped as he watched the cuts on his face disappear. Handing him the jeans, he smiled and pulled them on. His smile faltered as he looked over at the body on the ground. Sighing, Dean turned back around and blocked his view.

"You got the vial?" Ben asked.

Reaching inside his pants he let out of breath of relief as he pulled out a small glass vial with a wooden cork. Ben smiled and pulled out the wrapped fragment of the fountain stone. Dean stood back as Ben entered the spring house again. After a murmured chant, he heard the plop of something dropping into the water. Inside the building, a flash of white light illuminated Ben's shadow covered outline. Immediately after, a blue smoke rose from the hole. Squatting, Ben reached down into the hole and was motionless for a few moments. The glow faded and finally disappeared as Ben exited through the stone doorway holding the vial glowing with blue light.

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