Summary: AU: Stanford Era: "Dean … Sammy's in trouble." A late night phone call sends Dean Winchester and long-time friend, Caelan Hagan in a desperate search to find Sam before the unthinkable happens; uncovering lies and secrets involving the youngest Winchester, that have been years in the making.
Warnings: Violence, swearing, physical abuse, torture, implied adult themes. I apologize for the sexual content in the beginning of this chapter, which might not be to everyone's liking. Nothing too graphic, more implied.
Disclaimer: I don't own the supernatural characters.
Author's Note: Just another possibility on why Sam left for Stanford. Hope you enjoy. I have no knowledge or training in medical areas. I have tried to keep everything as realistic as possible, but, as medical knowledge is not my area of expertise, just beware that there may be some mistakes in the next few chapters.
If there is anything I have left out or you are still unsure about, please feel free to message me. You never know, I may have left it unintentionally unresolved for a reason (possibly a sequel).
Special Note: Thanks to Kas3y and Cheetah Grrl for your kind words. Here's another chapter just for all you guys who have taken the time out to read this story and to all the people who have this story on their alerts or have put it on their favourite lists. Thanks. It means a lot. Thanks to everyone for their patience and continued interest.
DEMON SPAWN: THE PHONE CALL
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Oh yeah … he was definitely keen to try this power out on little Sammy.
Sam moaned in desire as he instinctively began jerking off to images of Sam Winchester's body bloodied and mutilated, only to be brought back again with no injuries and to repeat the procedure all over again.
Sam gasped, his sexual desire removing the last effects of fatigue from his body. Oh God, he just wanted to try it now … he wanted his Demon Spawn so badly that –
"Son, are you all right in here? Thought I'd better check on you since you've been in the shower for almost an hour." Marc pulled back the shower curtain, his eyes growing wide at the sight of his son pleasuring himself, head thrown back in a passionate cry, his hand sliding up and down his fully erect penis.
"Ah." Marc gulped, taking in his son's erotic pose and without another thought or any hesitation, he climbed into the shower behind his son.
No!
Ugh … God, no! Sam didn't want to see this! Nope! No way! No way in hell was Sam going to see, feel and want – because of Sicko's needs – his father's hands all over his body, rubbing himself against Sam's ass, Sam feeling the bulge in his father's pants, hearing his father's breathless pants behind him as he quickly pulled down his zipper, Sam feeling his father's naked penis against him ... Oh God, yes, Sam wanted his father to fuck him; wanted him to shove his dick up his ass and fuck him so hard that he couldn't walk for a week!
"Oh, Dad, yes … fuck me!" Sam moaned, his father's penis searching for his hole as Marc bent Sam over, spreading his legs before Sam felt excruciating pain as his father ripped into him and began to pound in and out of him ruthlessly. But Sam didn't care. Instead the pain only intensified Sam's sexual pleasure causing his own erection to throb now as …
Ugh! God, no, get me out of here!
With a will power Sam didn't know he possessed, he wrenched his mind away from Sicko's, willing himself to his own body … hell, he'd even will himself to be next to a raging vampire! Anything … anywhere … other than in Sicko's mind while father and son fucked each other!
Sam focused on Dean's face, desperately willing himself there and not here … willing himself out of Sicko's twisted sexual fantasy. He could do it. He couldn't stay here and experience this incestuous relationship any longer. He couldn't –
"Sam Winchester, we have arrived."
Sam shot up into a sitting position, gasping for breath, managing to hold back the bile that threatened to rise as he looked about in panic and confusion before his eyes came to rest upon Familiar Stranger's features.
Sam breathed a sigh of relief, never being so glad to see anyone as he was at seeing this strange non-man sitting beside him. Thank God he was out. Out of Sicko's mind and back within his own body.
"Are you okay Sam Winchester?" The man asked in concern.
"I am now." Sam nodded, taking a few more seconds to get his bearings before turning to face Familiar Stranger, his expression set in determination. "I want you to take me to Dean now." He insisted, holding Familiar Stranger's gaze, stubbornly refusing to back down or look away. He didn't care what it took, but he needed to see Dean now!
Familiar Stranger was the first to break eye contact, a small smile upon his lips, bowing his head slightly, acknowledging Sam's demand. "As you wish Sam Winchester," he conceded in a low monotone voice. "Follow me and I will take you to your brother."
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Dean staggered down the corridor, taking a quick left, noticing the main lobby and exit doors just ahead of him. Finally, the end was in sight. Now to quickly dash through the lobby, out the doors and then he would be free to search for his brother and see what kind of trouble that kid had gotten himself into this time.
Dean paused, hidden, out of sight, while he did a quick survey of the area, instinctively reaching a hand behind him to pull out his gun and … stiffened as he suddenly realised that he didn't have his gun on him. In fact, Dean realised with a sinking heart as he did a quick pat down of his body, he had no weapons on him at all.
Sonuvabitch!
Now what was he supposed to do? Walk through the lobby and into the lion's den unarmed … naked?
Not once did Dean think to abandon this recklessly stupid plan and return to Caleb and Caelan, because Dean could recall with pristine clarity the fear and pain that he had felt from his baby brother. Sammy was in trouble. And no matter what, Dean would get to his brother's side no matter how many of these assholes he had to get through in order to achieve that goal.
Steeling himself, calming himself as much as possible, the objective clear within his mind, Dean took a step out into the open, when he was suddenly yanked back by the collar of his shirt.
Dean whirled around, automatically throwing a punch at his would-be attacker before he saw that it was Caelan who had pulled him back, a disappointed, angry look upon his face as he easily dodged Dean's wild punch, staring down at Dean accusingly.
"What the fuck?!" Caelan hissed, holding onto the back of Dean's collar in case the oldest Winchester sibling decided to make a run for it. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"No!" Dean retorted hotly, trying to pull himself out of Caelan's grip but having no luck; his strength nowhere near at maximum power right now. Even though his body felt weak and betrayed him by not displaying the strength that Dean needed right now, he still had full use of his deadly glare, which he used to full capability as he angrily stared Caelan down. "I am trying to get to Sammy."
"Yeah, that was our plan to begin with before you decided to sabotage it and take off by yourself without any weapons or back-up!" Caelan reprimanded, his own anger flaring to life at Dean's suicidal, lone-wolf mission. "Jesus Dean, what the hell were you thinking man? It's like you've got a fucking death wish or something!"
Dean shook his head, stubbornly defiant, his gaze never leaving Caelan's for a moment. "I need to get to Sammy." He insisted urgently. "He's in trouble and I need to get to him. Now, you can either let me pass without a fuss or … I will have to put you down and go through you. Either way, I am going to Sam." Dean growled in his low, threatening voice.
Caelan stared at Dean, noticing the determined, stubborn glint in his green eyes and Caelan knew that Dean wasn't backing down. Nothing would make Dean back down or see reason when Sam was in trouble or hurt.
Caelan ran assessing eyes up and down Dean's body and couldn't help but smirk at the way Dean was hunched over, protecting his body, his complexion white, small tremors of pain radiating throughout Dean's body as his eyes narrowed, sharp with his determined resolve.
"C'mon Dean, you're not going anywhere in the condition that you're in at the moment!" Caelan snorted. "You'll keel over and go flat on your face the instant you stop hugging and leaning against this wall for support!
"Watch me," Dean replied lowly.
Caelan eyed Dean for several long seconds before he let out an irritated sigh, his expression softening slightly, shrugging his shoulders in surrender. "Okay Dean, you win. But I'm not letting you do this alone, so you better tell me what the plan is and let's get our asses moving, okay?"
Dean's tense posture relaxed into a relieved grin. He really hadn't been looking forward to having to go through Caelan, but he would have if Caelan had gotten in his way. "Run like hell and hope we make it while you cover me?" Dean smirked his cocky grin when Caelan just stared at him in disbelief. "Come on Cal, where's your adventurous spirit? This will be fun!"
"Yeah … fun," Caelan replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes at Dean's outlandish plan. "How ab out I give you your gun and we both cover each other while we run like hell and hope we make it?" Caelan countered.
Dean's grin widened. "Deal." He agreed, taking his gun from Caelan, liking the way it fit comfortably within his hand, like an extension of his own arm. "Okay, let's … where's Caleb?"
"Here," Caleb announced, running around the corner to stand beside the two Hunters. "Okay guys, what's the plan?"
Dean and Caelan shared an amused glance with each other. "Run like hell and hope we make it." Both of them said at the same time."
"Holy crap, we're all gonna die!" Caleb groaned loudly, slapping his hand against his forehead.
"Not today," Dean announced confidently, about to lead the charge across the lobby when beyond the doors, he spotted someone he would recognize anywhere. "Sammy," he breathed.
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The elated high John had experienced while talking to Dean and knowing that at least one of his sons was safe for the time being, began to dissipate not long after he had ended the call with Dean.
Although he was extremely relieved to know that Dean – as well as Caelan and Caleb – all seemed to be in relatively good health, he couldn't help but begin to wonder and worry about the whereabouts of his youngest son.
Learning what he had today from ex-Hunter, dead-as-a-door-nail, Marc Ley-Lamp about how Marc had betrayed John's trust by taking his youngest boy, subjecting him to torture and brainwashing techniques in order for Sammy to be complaint to Marc and his … organisation's cause, made John feel both sick to his stomach with guilt and dread as well as furiously livid at the abuse that asshole had inflicted upon his boy!
John couldn't believe how gullible and blind he had been to have not seen what Marc had been doing to Sammy. The signs of his son's obvious distress had been there all along, and it wasn't until now, because of Marc's revelations that John finally understood a little of his son's seemingly out of control and irrational anger that Sammy had directed toward John on an almost daily basis.
John had assumed that Sammy was just going through the normal teenage rebellion stage; arguing every point that John said, questioning every move that he made, every decision, becoming extremely difficult with John to the point where John's own volatile temper would flare into action and he couldn't help but strike back at his boy with harsh, hurtful words.
But now John understood that Sam's moody, abrasive anger had been a disguise, a cover for what his boy was already going through and had endured ever since he had been a little boy.
Knowing that John had little time and patience for feelings and serious emotional debates, Sammy had tried to let John know in his own way that something was wrong with his boy. All John had to do was to take the time out and examine it for what it was and he would have seen the hurt, confusion and pain behind his youngest extreme argumentative behaviour.
But, of course, John had little time to worry about his boys emotional problems. They needed to obey his every command without question, be a good solider in their mission of tracking down The Demon and eradicating its miserable existence.
He didn't feel the need to delve deep into Sam's constant confrontational that Sam only displayed with John, because that was Dean's job. John taught them how to survive, how to hunt, how to track, how not to die … everything else; their feelings, their everyday problems, their schooling, their health and well-being … that was something that John entrusted Dean to take care of.
A surge of anger momentarily filled John at Dean's failure to recognize that his brother had been screaming for help; had been beaten, tortured and brainwashed for years.
Why the hell hadn't Dean seen beyond Sammy's anger to the hurt and pain that he was obviously in? Why hadn't Dean gotten through Sammy's defensive barrier to the real issue that lay beneath? Dean should have been able to somehow see why Sammy was acting out and becoming defiant to John's every little word. But Dean had been just as oblivious and blind as John had; wanting to be the perfect son, the perfect solider, following John's every order, no matter how ludicrous that order might be.
And just like that, John's anger toward his oldest son disappeared. He couldn't put all of this upon Dean's shoulders. Dean was only a brother. John was the father. He should have known … should have seen …
But every year, like clock-work, John would drop Sammy off with Marc Ley-Lamp a couple of days before Mary's death anniversary; and then he would take Dean with him on a hunt or to do more research on The Demon who had destroyed his family for two weeks, while Marc was beating his son, filling his head with God only know what lies and John … John had left Sammy alone, defenceless, without either him or Dean's protection, entrusting Sammy's life and well-being within the hands of a Hunter who had managed to quite efficiently pull the wool over his eyes.
Guilt now flooded John, because he was a man who didn't trust easily. He was suspicious of damn near everybody – especially when it came to the safety and protection of his boys – and the small circle of people he did trust were few and far between. Yet, somehow Marc had slipped under John's compulsive, suspicious radar and had earned John's trust and respect, even as he was the one who was hurting his boy and who had killed John's best friend in order to keep his dark, twisted little secret …
John wished he could bring that asshole back to life and kill him the way he'd wanted to the first time around … nice and slow and bloody, just like he deserved after all of the torment he had put his baby boy through. But John couldn't bring him back to life and he had no one to vent his frustration and rage upon now except this mysterious organisation that Marc had been employed with.
No matter what it took, John vowed to bring that organisation down to its knees for condoning such atrocious acts, of the obviously mad man, allowing him to torture and brainwash a Hunter's child; his Sammy.
John had two life missions now; to kill The Demon and to destroy The Organisation. Both missions involved his youngest boy and John knew that it could be so easy to blame Sammy for his mother's death, for attracting dangerous people to the already dangerous life-style that they led by being Hunters.
But no matter how hard he tried – which wasn't very hard at all – John couldn't blame or hate his boy for either of those horrendous acts that had been committed by supernatural beings and evil humans to his baby boy; to his family.
Even though John didn't say it or express it very often, he loved his boys with everything he had in him. They were the reason why John continued to get up every day and live the life that he did. They were the reason why he didn't give up hope of ever finding and exacting vengeance upon The Demon that had callously taken their mother away from them.
And just like with everything else that had tried to screw with his boys, this … organisation would feel the wrath of John's fury and they would learn to never, ever fuck with his son ever again!
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Dean ran a critical eye up and down Sam's body, relieved to notice that his brother looked no worse than he did before he had been kidnapped from the hospital – a little bit paler and his brow was creased with wrinkles of pain, making his eyes squint, supporting his left arm with his right arm – but otherwise, he appeared unharmed.
Letting out a breath Dean didn't even know he'd been holding, Dean's tense body relaxed at the sight of his brother. He was alive. Thank God, he was alive. Whatever had set off Dean's inner brotherly alarm, appeared to be over now and Dean was more anxious to get to his brother's side than he was before.
Sam listed dangerously to one side, on the brink of falling and Dean's body automatically prepared to rush over to Sam, to keep his baby brother from falling. But before he could move, the person next to Sam shot out a hand and kept Sam steady until the young man regained his footing once more.
Dean's eyes shot over to the stranger beside Sam, running a calculating eye over him, his eyes narrowed as he took in this mysterious man's posture and demeanour, trying to determine if he was a threat to his kid brother or not.
After how Caelan had reacted about this guy, Dean was expecting … well, he wasn't quite sure what he was expecting – a sinister gleam in his eyes, an expression of malice and evil intent, built like a pit-bull, exuding aggression – but all Dean saw was a relative look of normal, boring even.
He was taller than Sam by a couple of inches, his body toned, short dark hair with piercing, sharp blue eyes, his expression one of concern but wary alertness. Although nothing in this man's demeanour screamed dangerous to Dean, Dean could tell that this guy was used to fighting battles as his eyes carefully scanned the surrounding area, while maintaining a stoic, unreadable, steely gaze. This guy might not be a Hunter, but his controlled, tense posture indicated that he could be.
Dean made a mental note to be extremely cautious with this one; not to give away too much of his own abilities or knowledge because this guy appeared to be conniving enough to use it to his advantage.
Dean's eyes gave one final sweep of this mysterious guy before he turned eyes back upon his brother, instantly becoming anxious at his brother's alarmed, frantic features before Sam ripped his arm from the guy's grip, angrily gesturing toward the hospital's waiting area, obviously impatient to get in here.
Dean relaxed at the stern, reproachful look this – Nirkish, that's what Caleb had called him, Dean suddenly recalled – an affectionate smile gracing his lips at his younger brother's slightly irritated look; because that was typical of Sammy – especially when Dean or their Dad were in trouble or needed help – Sam would forget everything that Dean and Dad had taught him in his impatient need to get to his fallen brother or father immediately, consequences be damned! He was too damn reckless for his own good sometimes!
Dean felt a blush heat his checks in recognition that he also acted impulsively sometimes – but more so if Sammy was involved – just as he was doing right now; risking everything just so he could get to his brother.
Dean nudged Caelan with his elbow to get his attention and jerked his head slightly in Sam's direction. Dean knew the exact moment Caelan spotted Sam because he saw the tension leave his friend's stiffened shoulders, a low sigh of relief escaping him.
Dean and Caelan's eyes met briefly, both of them pleased to see that the youngest Winchester appeared to be unharmed and in no danger from this Nirkish guy. Caelan raised an eyebrow inquiringly, tilting his head to the side, urging Dean to tell him what their next move was now that Sam was just beyond the exit doors.
Dean's brows drew together, considering Caelan's request before he offered the Hunter a shrug, not having an alternate plan; the previous plan, as foolish as it was, still remained the best option for them to get to Sam; run like hell and hope they make it.
Dean smirked at Caelan, miming a running action, his mouth opened wide in a scream of mock-terror.
Caelan shook his head fondly at his friend's antics, but nodded in approval to Dean's outrageously ridiculous plan. He was in. No matter how crazy it was, he wouldn't let Dean do this alone!
Dean turned his eyes toward Sam again, noticing his brother becoming more agitated by the minute. Dean knew he had to make his move soon before Sam decided to bust down the doors, alerting organisation members everywhere of his arrival, becoming ensnared within their grasp once again.
Dean couldn't allow his brother to become the target for their cruel, vindictive, sadistic ways any longer. Dean was going to do his damn job and protect his baby brother from all threats … no matter who the hell they were!
Dean took a deep, steadying breath, his body tensing in preparation for his mad dash across the foyer, but before he took that first running step, movement from the corner of Dean's eye had him snapping his head toward that direction.
With dawning horror, Dean realised that two goons in suits were heading toward Sam, their expressions grim, set in determination and Dean could only assume that these two were part of this secret organisation.
No! They couldn't get their hands on Sam again! Dean refused to let Sam be taken from under his nose again!
Only two goons … Dean knew he could take them and dispose of them before they had time to blink. But then, off the other side, three more goons appeared, the two sets of teams making an organized attack upon his unsuspecting brother.
Dean's breath caught in his throat at the sight of these teams moving toward Sam with military precision and before he became aware of his actions, Dean stumbled into the lobby, wanting … needing to warn his brother of the danger before it was too late.
"Sammy!" he cried out as all eyes turned toward him.
Dean and Sam's eyes met and locked onto each other, a multitude of emotions flashing within their eyes before Dean offered his little brother a small, confident smile. 'Run!' he mouthed the word urgently, knowing that his brother understood what Dean meant as both sets of goons started swarming toward him.
Dean didn't care if he was caught, captured, as long as it gave his little brother enough of a distraction to escape, that's all Dean was concerned about.
TBC