Monday

[parttimewriter]

Council HQ, Terminal City
Monday
0117

Dean looked around the room, Terminal Cities war room so to speak. It was kinda bland, well outside of the people that were around him. A single table in the middle of the room, which was currently encircled by the leaders of the small city. Dean felt a little out of place, this wasn't his life or his place but they had asked him to speak to the group. He hadn't been here long but something in him said he could trust them. It wasn't sure what it was really, but there was trust that he couldn't explain.

So far the group had spoke about additional security, some suggestions that Dean might have made to help out with the ghosts they had and the other things that went bump in the night. The last thing this group needed was a demon walking into their city. The only downfall was that it was going to take a while to put in place, they just lacked real resources, like spray paint. Joshua had promised to get to work on making extra paint and they would have a supply run for salt. Which would probably be added to the already growing list they had of food, clean water, some tech parts, guns and money.

Dean wondered if he could call Caleb and see if he could help them out with some of it. He'd ask first and do so later on, he was still hoping for some time in a bed before getting back up. He also thought about calling his father, he should know what was going on. If he had been watching TV it was shocking that he wasn't already in town. As the conversation moved onto Ames White and his broadcast from earlier he tuned in starting to pay attention. This was the entire reason he was here after all.

"So you all don't have anyone at all that is in bed with the media and can help you out?" He tried not to sound shocked but he knew that he had seen some good press on them, he had just assumed they had been in touch with these people. On the flip side, being trapped inside the middle of a major city probably didn't help the interview time.

"Use to know a couple people." Jason supplied as Dean joined them at the round table, Joshua giving hum his seat before standing between Max and Dean.

"They are outside the wire now and do what they can, can't risk putting them in the line of fire." Jamie finished for her brother giving him an evil look and Dean was pretty sure that wasn't what the other twin was going to say. Instead of picking like he normally would have Dean let it drop.

"Well it's clear that the press is the largest problem here. We have to get your side of the story out there for people to see."

"We could possibly ask Sketchy." Gem said remembering the young man from the shoot out at Jam Pony only a few months before.

"No, last time he stuck his neck out for us some lunatic tried to cut it off." Alec growled at the thought of his friend being hurt again and just shook his head, "besides we might have a better idea."

"Well I have a better idea." Dean said speaking up with a smirk to Alec waiting for all the heads to turn to him. "Its like this, you have the abilities to broadcast your own network. You just have to put the finishing touches on the place right?" He paused for a moment letting them think it over before pushing on.

"Just what are we suppose to send, its not like anyone wants our side of the story." Coal commented from the end of the table and Dean looked down at him and tipped his head to the side. After a long moment a smirk grew on his face and a couple of the people gathered had to shake themselves, the familiarity of the smirk hit a little close to home. Right then no one could say that Dean and Alec didn't share a blood line, if they ever could.

"Well, if the normal person has to do all the work." Dean joked, sending a teasing glance to the X8, leaning forward onto the table having already spoken to Max and Alec about his idea he didn't bother to try and keep eye contact with them also. "I figure if the familiars can play dirty then ya'll need to get on the train. If you aren't willing to do so then I will."

"What is the point of playing dirty?" The other X8 asked and Dean smiled softly, he had grown up with Sammy he was use to questions being tossed out at everything and anything. "If they figure out that we are lying it will only be worse for us."

"That is why your first lie has to count, you want the public looking somewhere else. Focusing on the truth that is behind the current lie."

"Which is what exactly?" Mole demanded from the ever smiling Dean.

"The big lie is that there are familiars out to murder a large part of the human population. The humans seem to hate you because you pose a threat, what if there is a bigger threat right in the middle of their world. You already know how they react."

"Just what is the small lie then?" Jamie asked and Dean had a feeling that she already knew just what it was and only wanted him to say it out loud right now.

"The small one, well that one isn't as easy I suppose. Fact of the matter is that I'm an older version of you." A few grumbles came from that. Max waved at them for silence before letting Alec speak up.

"We think it would be for the best, all we need is some familiar DNA to pass on to a trusted friend for testing and a good story to stick to. If the public starts to notice the larger threat then perhaps, just perhaps we can start to either settle in to our city finally or use the time we get to prep for the coming war. " The group went back into a debate mode and Dean gave his chair back to Joshua as he wondered around the small room. It wasn't his place to make them pick whatever they wanted to do.

On the outer side of the room there were a few tables set up, blueprints for buildings, military command copies, other scattered files. He scanned over some of the, reading any side notes, a few of them causing him to chuckle softly. Wondering if he should add a few of his own. Flipping through a collection of files he found himself stopping on a file folder which was holding a number of pictures. It was clear that the writing was a dead language. After all it had to be something interesting for him to stop his ramble movements.

The fact that they seemed to be tattoos from someones skin, someone with very nice skin Dean thought it would be important for later mention. There was quite a few of the pictures, different locations on the body and always different. They were time stamped which helped with the order. Settling into a few chair at the desk he sorted the papers out in front of him, looking them over. He was about ninety-eight percent sure that it was Minoan. Something he had been forced to learn for a hunt. He wasn't sure of all the words but he went to work on translating what he did know. Blocking out the heated conversation behind him, he let his mind drift slightly wondering if Bobby still had the translation key had used the first time.

Apartment F, Hawkins Street
Monday
0200

Sam woke slowly, which in its self was odd. He couldn't remember the last time he had such a peaceful rest and he wondered if it had anything to do with the woman he and Max had visited earlier that day. Rubbing his face he rolled himself off the bed, frowning that he hadn't even gotten under the covers. He actually didn't remember going to sleep, he had just wanted some time alone. The realization of his very early years. Max kissing him, and he couldn't say he hated it. Maybe he just really needed the rest, he was sure that Dean would agree with him. His nightmares were starting to keep both brothers up. The sun had clearly set long ago and Sam hit the back-light on his watch, nodding the readout and knowing that Dean would understand but kill him.

It was time to get back to him and get everything sorted out, they still didn't know what they were going to do now that they were here. With Dean's face all over the news it wasn't like they could just leave and on the other hand it seemed like they were having some supernatural problems. The brothers couldn't just leave them to it and hope for the best, Sam might not like it but Dean was a part of this and he wouldn't just leave them. Changing his top and socks he slipped on his shoes and jacket before heading back to the command center.

His mind wondered as he walked, he was worried that Dean had got himself into trouble while he was asleep, or that someone had attacked. The streets seemed a little too quiet for that but still Sam felt uneasy. Dean had spoken about a feeling that something was coming, Sam had dismissed the idea at first but now he was getting the feeling himself. Sometimes being the little brother sucked.

The walk seemed to be shorted then other times and he was making his way into the command before he knew it, a few people were littered about and he smiled. It was nice to see a special brand of normal, it reminded him a little of growing up, the Winchesters hadn't been your Normal Rockwell but they had their moments.

"Hey Dix, is my brother around?"

"Hum, yeah I think he's just finishing up on the phone." He said pointing to Alec's office and Sam nodded a thanks before moving over, knocking on the door before opening it and moving in.

"Yeah, okay thanks Bobby. I'll send them on their way as soon as the fax is up and running." He heard his brother promise as he waved Sam in the door. He was a little surprised to see Max perched on the Seat behind Dean looking down at whatever he had over the desk. Alec was in the far corner looking bored while using what looked like Dean's whetstone to sharpen a knife.

"What's going on."

"Yeah Sammy just walked in, I'm gonna let you go." Dean nodded as if agreeing to whatever Bobby was saying. "Yep, talk to you later." He promised before hanging up and looking over to Sam.

"It's Sam." He growled at his brother and Dean's smirk appeared and Sam just shook his head.

"You'll always be Sammy to me."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

"Sorry to break up the bonding," Alec said with a snort and another flick of the knife. The sound of the blade scrapping actually soothing. "We have work to do." He reminded them and Dean snorted with a roll of his eyes.

"What work?" Sam asked stepping into the room and Dean's smile brightened and Sam knew in that moment they were in trouble.

"Take a seat Sammy, I have an idea."

Military Outpost, Outside Terminal City
Monday
0215

General Isaac Smith hated being played, and he knew in his gut that it was happening right now. He watched as new military personal arrived almost every hour since the NSA take off and he didn't like it. His second in command, came up beside him. A few years younger then himself, Adrienne had been with him since they joined up. A silly bet made one night in high school, lead the two of them into the marines and then special forces. They had been the first choice when peace talks had been brought up.

"What's the word?"

"Seems to be silent for the most part, a lot of the men aren't happy about being moved back. Got the sense that there is something else going on."

Isaac could only nod, he didn't like this, not one bit. Special Agent Ames White had the hair on the back of his neck standing up and Isaac had learnt over the years to trust that feeling. "I think its time that we placed some calls. I want some answers for myself."

"Of course sir, I can have a command center set up at the hotel."

"Good and I want you to find me a number for the Terminal City Representatives."

"Isaac-" She started to protest and he held up his hand halting her.

"Don't want to hear it Andy, do it I want to know just why White is so interested in taking command."

"Whatever, when you get shot its not my fault."

"Like you would let me get shot." He called after her already retreating back and smirked when she flipped him a single finger before heading off to collect the supplies they would need. He'd just go and get the car, it would be best for Andy to have a few moments along to cool off.

Command Center, Terminal City
Monday
0230

"So let me get this right, you are going to tell the world that you are an evil creature that helped try and take over the world."Sam said unbelievable, he couldn't leave his brother alone for a few hours without disaster striking.

"Yeah, that pretty much sums it up." Dean said with a nod as he sorted the pictures in front of him, which he had also explained and Sam didn't like the sounds of any of it.

"I swear Dean,"

"Oh come on Sammy, it gets them off the cities back, I'm already wanted because of my DNA. This will just be a little more helpful." Dean watched his brother and knew that he had won this round when he slowly started to shake his head.

"Where you drunk when you came up with this?" Sam asked pinning his brother with a bitch look.

"Umm," Dean paused then thought then smirked, "nope only slightly hung over."

"Whatever, I clearly am not going to be able to change your mind."

"Damn right," Dean grinned and it reminded Sam of when they were younger and a little more carefree.

"What about this?" Sam asked picking up one of the pictures they had over the desk.

"These are currently Bobby's problem or at least they will be once Dix faxes them to the man." Dean said without another thought as he started to clean them up, he didn't want his brother to be bothered by something that didn't have anything to do with them.

"Dean." Sam warned and the two transgenics who had been forgotten by the brothers chuckled softly, Dean didn't even bother to turn in his chair just giving both of them pointed looks.

"Oh come on Dean," Max said with a smirk and a shake of her head, "it won't hurt anything."

"Fine," he grumbled before launching into an explanation of the Minoan writing and helping out with a better translation. The talks seemed to drag out and Dean yawned at them, Sam taking the hint and changing the subject to earlier knowing his brother had a right to know.

"So Max took me to see a woman today."

"That's nice of her, was it a social visit or more?" Dean teased with a wink to his brother and Sam growled softly hating that his brother couldn't take anything seriously.

"Dean, please, her name was Sunshine." He could tell his brother had a comment for that and rushed on before he could speak up. "She showed me how my DNA was changed, memories that I had forgotten." This had his brother silent.

Dean looked over at Sam, his heart in his throat making it impossible to say anything even if he wanted to. His brother knew what made him different, there was some werid-ass Sunshine chick that could do the same for him. Stop the butterfly and pit-fall feeling in his stomach. He licked his lips at the thought and tried to calm himself down a little bit.

"What did she say?" He asked slowly unsure if he really wanted to know, Sam had something outside of Manticore, something unnatural was it really a good idea to know. He watched as Sam looked between Alec and Max, before looking back at Dean.

"The night-you know what night, I think the demon was in my room. It-it bled in my mouth. Then Mom came in-and Dean she knew who it was. She tried to stop him but-"

"Got it Sammy."Dean held up his hand, he knew just what happen next, it was a memory he had tried to forget. His mother bleeding on the ceiling, fire licking around her. He shivered, glad that Sam didn't fight over his name. He closed his eyes and gathered himself, he could almost feel the tension in the room and he rolled his neck before standing up.

"Dean, where are you going?" Sam asked and Dean could hear the hurt that rolled off his brother.

"Where do you think? I'm going to see Sunshine or whoever this chick is. I have some questions about my own past."

Permanent Housing Sector, Terminal City
Monday
0255

The walk from command to the X0 series compound had been shorter then earlier that morning, the fact that Dean was practically pushing them along set the pace. Max had grabbed Jamie and Jason on the way out of the building, knowing that having guides specially at night would be a good idea. Neither of the twins seemed to mind and Jamie danced along beside Dean humming something that only the brothers seemed to know they made their way into the same house as before.

"You can stop that now." Dean growled looking at Jamie and she silenced her humming and grinned widely at him before winking and nodding on the door.

"Sunshine, I've brought more friends."

"Mr.Moon is flying high J-squared. You both know I hate this time of day, come back tomorrow." Came the reply from the closed door and Dean bit his tongue to stop himself from yelling back.

"Don't you want to see what we brought with us?" Jason called back stepping up beside his sister and leaning into the door as if sensing where Sunshine was located in the room.

"I know what you brought, not so much fun. Shiny on the outside, dark on the inside. Like me." There were some more mutters from behind the closed door and a few more exclamations of like me before the door flew open. Dean was shocked at the sight in front of him and felt both Alec and Sam's hands come to rest on his shoulders to stop him from drawing a gun.

The woman looked normal until you got to her hair, which pulsed with a life of its own. Dean shivered and tossed the hands off his shoulders before his and Sunshine's eyes meet. Her eyes reflected a dark sadness, unlike her hair which shone like the sun and he had to admit  the name worked for her, her eyes they were another story completely. Dean could see the pain and horror reflected in the large doe-eyed blues.

"I remember you," she whispered as she moved over to him. "Stole your memories, forced to take two weeks. They had to send you home, too many questions. He can't have any questions, take them all and make it solid." She said before nodding and turning around, walking back into her apartment before looking back over her shoulder to them.

"Come in, forgive the mess." She said as she turned on a light as she moved into the room, there wasn't really enough space for everyone to sit so while Dean and Sunshine took the pillows on the floor the others leaned into the wall either standing or sitting while they watched. 

"Are you sure that you want to know what is hidden? You will not enjoy any of it."

"Lady-"

"Sunshine."

"Fine." Dean grunted, "Sunshine, I want to know what they did, I think I have a right don't you." She sighed and shook her head, it reminded Dean of grandparents that thought they knew best. 

"You have every right, I was just giving you a warning." She said before reaching out and grabbing either side of his head, Dean locked eyes with her and found that he couldn't look away he was starring into her eyes and he could see figures coming towards him, he frowned and leaned forward, trying to see what was reflected in her eyes. Then it was like a wave rushing out of her and straight into his head.

Dean was bored of this little town, nothing interesting happened, sure there was a ghost sighting every five blocks. The rumours and threat had kept his father and himself buzy for the first two weeks straight. Then Dad had been called away on business, and Dean had been told. Or rather ordered to leave the ghosts alone. Truthfully he would have, if it hadn't been for the fact that he was sure he was being haunted.

Bowdish Middle School, along with having possibly the worse middle school name ever, also had nasty ghost, a few of the well known bullies of the school had found themselves at the end of a nasty practical joke. After the latest bone breaking episode Dean knew it was time to put a stop to it. Fourteen years old or not, it had to be dealt with. Which is what lead to Dean making his way back to his school after putting Sammy to sleep. Something he hated to do, but their Dad was home and he knew that Sammy would be safe.

Dean just wished that this small little hell-bound town wasn't smack drop in the middle of everything. Pastor Jim had mentioned settling down a little bit, making it easier on the boys to go to school. Dean hated every minute of it, but would deal since his brother loved it and the small town bordered on a number of states and it made everything a little easier for his father. Not to mention it was easier to slip out of state if the state line was just out your back door.

Dean shoved his hands in his pockets, ducking his head as he moved down the sidewalk, the only light he had was the small puddles of light from the street signs. The further Dean walked from the school the darker it seemed to get and the louder the eerie silence around him seemed to become.  He lost himself in thought, (in hindsight was probably why he didn't hear the van until it was too late,) as he walked, no one around here willing to challenge him after he took down some random druggie that had thought it would be a good idea to try and sell drugs to Sammy.

The ghost had been dealt with, it had taken Dean a few hours to find the old books that had been holding the boys spirit to this realm. A quick salt and burn and the kid wasn't a worry anymore. He was sore, having been hit into every wall on the upper floor of the building, all he wanted to do was go home and relax. His father would be leaving tomorrow and he knew that he wouldn't be getting much rest until he came back, it was just the normal routine.

Dean turned his head to the side as a van squealed to a stop beside him, he turned his body as the door opened ready to fight off whatever came his way. A dart embedded itself in his chest as the door opened, cloudy images of arms and hands. The feel of the cold metal on his back and then nothing.

Unknown Location

Monday
0300

Lilith had to admit that while the world in general had become distasteful she enjoyed what the human's seemed to call creature comforts. A bubble bath that had smelt of roses and looked like blood. Perfection, or at least as close as she could get, at least she smelt much better. This young one had been dirty when taken, she was thankful no one of importance had been around to see it. Now that she felt fresh she made her way down to the main hall where she had instructed for dinner to be served. She did so hope that Racheql had manged to find a fresh one this time, any child over three years tasted bland.

"Woqan Ch'up, have you made the arrangements?"

"Yes my god, as you requested all familiars will attack at five minutes after 10."

"Perfect, that will keep the transgenic scum busy while I take out the problem. We will be leaving at nine, after dinner I will retreat to my room. Come and get me when it is time."

"Of course my God."

"Go now." The woman did as she asked and hurried off just as Racheql rolled her dinner in. "Perfect, I'm starving."

Dean's Mind
Monday
0300

"You my son are an interesting one."  A man stated as he moved into the room where Dean was being held. He keep his distance, which was probably wise because Dean was ready to kill. Not only did he not have a sweet clue where he was or who was around him but his family was missing, or he was missing from them. The fact that he was chained down onto a cold and painful bed just made things worse.

"I am not your son," the angry pre-teen snarled from the table, his body restrained for safety reasons for all involved. Sandeman watched as he struggled with the bonds, pulling them tighter as he tried to wiggle free.

"Its pointless to attempt to get free, those bonds were created for creatures that have much more strength then yourself."

"Whatever Old Man," Dean commented back pulling harder wondering where his father was. He hoped that Sammy was safe, that whatever was happening wasn't going to effect them, that it wasn't the demon or fifty other bad things that it could possibly be and he promised that if he got out of this that he would stop lying to girls. 

"I think you will find it interesting to know that I have come a long way to see you my boy." Dean just chuffed at that, refusing to comment further on it as he twisted his head to the other side refusing to look at the older man. Dean couldn't help but think that this man made it far to easy to hate him. Wondering just how long he had let the old man go on, he finally spoke up.

"Like I give a damn. Now undo these and let me out, Old Man." The command coming from the pre-teen sounded that of someone much older.

"It turns out that they were correct. There are tests of course, but we can get to that later."
"Oh man, please tell me that you are kidding me," Dean groans, just his luck to be kidnapped by the weirdest psycho around. "Did you forget to take your pills or something?"

The man blinked and finally seemed to pause, his body going to still and Dean felt a shiver run over his body. He had gone on a hunt or two, never on his own but he knew the silent air that was around the man. It wasn't human, that was sure. 

"No, no pills, I'm sorry perhaps we have started off on the wrong foot."

Dean rolled his eyes, his arms pulling taunt on the restraints. "Gee, do you think?"

"You were classified as a fight risk." Dean really didn't like the sounds of that.

"Right, because most people just let you abduct them off the street and run tests on them."

"Most people are not as talented as you are Dean Winchester."

"Guess I missed the introductions. Must have been after you kidnapped me." Dean heard a deep sigh from the man across from him and it almost reminded Dean of his fathers. Specially after a fresh round of Dean and Sam's favourite game, Prank War. 

"You are correct, please forgive me once more. My name is Dr.Sandeman, I work for-well that's nothing you have to worry about. At least not at the moment, I am currently working for a government project called Manticore."

"I think I preferred crazy, hidden backers and a project named after a mystical animal isn't my deal." 
A smirk from the doctor gave Dean another reason to hate him, that look was something of interest, like he was a puzzle he could play with. Dean felt the first thread of worry seeping into his haze of anger. 

"You're school was correct in calling us." The man pulled a stool up beside Dean's current prison. "They thought of course that you were going to be given a scholarship to a very...high society." Dean thought that he stressed the word society a tad. It was almost like he wanted to give him hints. Dean frowned, a little confused on what was happening here. But that didn't effect his pissed off mood.

"Don't know why they would have called you. I'm a nobody, heck I would have been gone tonight if you're team hadn't drugged and dragged me away."

"You Dean Winchester are not a nobody. I have only seen the first reports but you are special. I promise you that, why you can not see it I do not know."

"What reports, what did you do while I was out!" Dean demanded hating that he had a gap gone and having no idea what happen. He pulled again on the restraints, twisting at the same time, in the hopes of slipping out, but the tightened hold held him tight. 

"Just a DNA and blood test. That is all, it was just a necessary requirement, and it is very promising, which is why I wasn't my normal self earlier.  The important tests are to come, have to make you look good on paper." Dean really didn't like that last comment at all.

"And just how do you think you will get me to do these tests?"

"I was hoping you would be willing to do them, for the right to leave and go back to your father and brother. Or if you wanted you could stay on, Manticore is after all an American government project. You're father I believe was a Marine, I'm sure he would be proud if you joined."

"Shows me that you know nothing about me or my father. If this is how you treat people, then I don't want anything to do with you. And neither would my father," It was Dean's turn to smirk, "actually he'd probably help the world and kill you."

"I promise you Dean, killing me would possibly end the world." Conversation time seemed to be over as the older man pushed himself to his feet, a sad look to Dean."I wish you would have taken the easy way." Then he left, the room going dark as soon as he left, Dean's eyes working to adjust, he shortly realized that it was pitch black and he wouldn't be seeing much of anything. 

"Hope you can do better then this." Dean called out to the silent room, knowing someone somewhere was watching.

Bobby's Auto Salvage, South Dakota
Monday
0300

Bobby rubbed his eyes, thanks to a call in an un-godly hour from Dean he now had a point of reference, once he had that it had been a lot easier. He heard his ancient fax machine break the silence of the house and he knew that the text that Dean had found was being faxed over. Leaving the translation key behind he moved over and fished it out. Reading the short note attached to it he snorted and started to flip over the pages, seeing where Dean had edited the first translation, correcting it he took it over to the table and set to work on figuring out the missing parts.

The first translation was a little off the mark, 'When the shroud of Death covers the face of the Earth, the one whose power is hidden will deliver the helpless.' There were other pages but Dean seemed to think that this part was the most important he had already managed over seventy percent of it but it was clear that the rest of the words were simply unknown to the young Winchester. The fact that Dean had managed this much was impressive, Bobby knew the boy was smart. He had forced him to get his GED while stuck with him one summer, it was moments like this that Bobby sometimes forgot just how smart Dean was. Scary smart, the kind of smart that the youngest Winchester could only dream of.

"As the end of days approach, a-" Bobby muttered as he looked at the Key and started to flip the pages coming onto the correct translation, "True champion," another word offered by Dean with a question mark. Bobby knew it was correct and looked for the final word before writing the full sentence out on a piece of paper beside him.

"As the end of days approach a true champion will arrive." Bobby frowned at that, it wasn't really the peachy happy kind of story and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know just what had drawn Dean's attention to the translation looking over the riddled second part of the first page of translation. Frowning he set to work, this time it was harder then the first sentence more of the words missing and Bobby had to stop himself from calling Pastor Jim and John a few times knowing that the boys were head deep in trouble. A little after three he had managed to translate the second part and was now looking down at the words with a shiver of fear running down his back. Maybe he should call John, he thought as he re read the words.

"With a past of mystery the guardian will save them all." Flipping to the next page and going to work on the new runes he had already reached out for the phone even if he wasn't going to call John he had to at least let Dean know what he found, the shiver of fear was pushing back when after three attempts Dean wasn't picking up his phone. Without another thought he hung up and dialed Sam.

Dean's Mind
Monday
0305

Dean lost track of time, he knew that his father and brother would be worried. He just hoped that they weren't out looking for him. They had stopped giving Dean food the same day they had unstrapped him from the table. There had never been any sunlight or moonlight to use as a judge of time. He was freaked that was for sure, he figured it had been at least two or three days. It made him figure that they were out of state. If they were still in town then Dad wouldn't have any problem finding him. The other giant factor was that this, whatever was going on was with the government. Dean kicked out at the wall, another pointless act that seemed to fill his days, he moved back over and took a seat again leaning onto the wall. All the pointless acts that he kept committing was at this point the only thing that was keeping him sane. Minutes passes into hours, and Dean started to sing. Didn't really matter what it was as long as it was loud. His pitch off completely for the torment that it would cause and he started to belt out the lyrics.

"Left a good job in the city,
Workin' for The Man ev'ry night and day,
And I never lost one minute of sleepin',
Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been."

His hands drumming onto the ground as he started to scream the lyrics hoping for even a command to be yelled at him at this point. At least then he would know for sure that he wasn't alone. He sang out song after song until his voice started to get sore from the use, but he just kept going. By the time be had completed a setlist of at least eleven songs and was starting up on Hotel California by the Eagles when the door finally opened. The light hurt Dean's eyes and he held his hand up over his forehead as he looked over.

"Oh, good now if you could get me something to drink." The guard didn't reply and just moved into the room, Dean pushed to his feet, the smile never leaving his face as he dropped his hand to his side. It was the first opening he had in days and he couldn't sit by and let it slip out of his grasp. He darted forward slamming his closed fist into the guards left temple. He grunted and reached out for the boy, Dean danced back and let his body take control. His leg sweeping out and taking the man's legs out from under him. He moved into the man's space, grabbing him by the top he pulled him up, their faces meeting and Dean snarled at him, then one,two, three more punches before the man was out cold. Dean shook his head and grabbed the keys off his belt and the baton. He found it a little offsetting that he didn't have any other weapons but Dean supposed it was for the best, after all if he could manage to get the better of the guy then how well trained could they be, specially if he didn't have to worry about them being able to shot him. 

"Hope they planned on checking up on me soon, if not then I'm sorry buddy." He said calmly as he moved out of the room and closed the door behind himself. Locking it and pocketing the keys for the time being. He just wished that the clothes the guard had been wearing hadn't been so over sized. So without an outfit to help him blend into the background he moved down the hall, staying in the shadows, being as silent as possible. The moment he is caught he thinks of the Scooby-Doo cartoon, the fact that the bad guys are always caught by a group of dumb kids with more luck then they should have and a giant dog. Which is just what stops Dean, but its not really a dog and Dean wonders just what the hell is going on here. Its a man, but not. He didn't even see the second one, or the guards after the first one took him down.

"No Isaac! Don't! Father will not be pleased." Dean hears, the words sound heavy like it takes effort to even speak and then all he hears is screaming, it takes him a moment to realize that its his own. The damn dog-man bit him, took a good chunk out of his arm and he can't stop screaming even with the knowledge that he just blew his only shot of getting out of this hellhole. Dean isn't sure what causes him to black out, the pain or a tranq dart, either way he doesn't care at that point he's just happy that the pain has stopped. At least that is until he wakes up. 

Its dark again, but a different dark, he can still make out certain things in the room, and he knows that he's been moved. The fact that he's currently strapped down instead of being allowed to roam around the room shows off that fact. The other is that the room is warmer, and it smells like a hospital. He pulls on the restraints testing them, they aren't as solid as the ones in the cell had been and he figures if given enough time he could break them. Of course he wasn't given the time. The doctor from before has joined him and Dean glares at him.

"Dean, I'm sorry for the attack, Isaac isn't use to having people around. He says that he is sorry and hopes that you can forgive him."

"What dog boy? I think not, maybe you should look into putting it down. Its what civil people do to dogs that can't be trained." Dean hisses back, his body for the most part is numb, his left arm specially and he has to look down to check that its still there. He was almost relieved when Sandeman started to speak again explaining what happen. The lack of feeling just drugs not something worse. 

"I number of people didn't think you would be awake and aware for quite some time yet, but you and I both know better." He said with a smile and a chuckle before pulling a chair over towards Dean and taking a seat beside him. "I do have some news about your arm, but first I would like to ask you again if you would take the tests we have in mind for you."

Dean tipped his head to the side as the man adjusted something above his head and he turned his head, an IV running to his arm and he assumed it was additional drugs. "If you are hoping that me being drugged will help your cause think again, you can shove your tests up your ass. Now tell me about my arm." Dean commented hating that his voice was slightly slurred, the downside of feeling no pain. 

"I am sorry about this Dean, but when Isaac attacked he torn into your Radial and Ulnar nerve." Dean rolled his head back towards Sandeman. 

"Pretend that it doesn't mean anything to me." He said knowing that it would be in his forearm, but outside of that wasn't sure about the details or just what each of those would do and control in his arm. From the look on Sandeman's face it wasn't good and he wondered if the drugs he was on was for their safety rather then his own. 

"The Ulnar nerve is what controls the blood flow in your forearm. It was torn beyond what most people consider fixable, the same with your radial nerve, which helps with motor and sensory. Also due to the guards haste in trying to free you; your radius has been broken. Its fixable but at the moment we are more worried about the nerves."

"So doggie boy fucked my arm up, why do you want me anymore if its unfix-able?"

"Oh Dean, your arm can be fixed. I said beyond what most people consider fixable, with Manticore's help we could fix you up better then you were before. If you need proof that we are doing good work here I can arrange that to be completed. Full use of it within hours of waking, no damage at all, no scar." The older man stopped to let Dean think about the possibilities that it would offer him. "Besides, your arm isn't why we wanted you. Having a useless arm is just that a useless arm. We are more interested in your DNA." 
Dean snorted loudly and shook his head. "So what you want me to be a test subject for you. Make me into some kind of dog man or something, I think I will pass one that."

"I can promise you that you would not become like Isaac. Your case is different then his, if I can prove this to you, would you then consider consenting to the tests?" He asked and Dean could see desire for it to be so simple in the man's eyes.

"If you can prove it then I'll let you fix my arm, but I make no promises that I will take your tests." Dean promised with a smirk before he turned to look back up at the ceiling. Sandeman seemed to understand that the conversation was over and nodded simply before pushing the chair back into place and standing up. Pausing at the doorway, and Dean sensed that the man liked to have the last word.

"I will be back Dean, and I will have the proof you need. I only hope that you change your mind about the testing."

Dean wasn't really sure how much time passed, the drugs keep him from staying away for any decent amount of time, but he was never alone again. When he woke up their was either a nurse or guard in the room with him. At some point during this he also realized that the guards were now carrying which dropped his chances of getting out of this unharmed. It had to be close to a day before Sandeman came back to him. This time he was carrying a stack of papers that were probably as thick as Dad's journal, perhaps thicker. 

"What's this then?" He asked as he slowly became aware of his surroundings again, the world a little clearer, the pain also clearer and Dean figured that they had stopped the drugs enough so that he could carry on a conversation without drooling, which was never attractive. 

"The proof that you asked for, I know that some of it might be over your head but I know you are a bright boy. You're tests show that clearly."

"Oh, well goody on me." Dean muttered with a roll of his eyes as he tried to shift his body upwards, still restrained to the bed he only managed to slid further down.

"Let me help you," the older man said as he sat the papers aside and moved towards Dean.

"Don't touch me." He growled shying away from the man's touch and a deep sigh of frustration was his only greeting. 

"I am only trying to help you Dean, I wish you would believe me."

"Yeah well, maybe I'm more likely to believe you if you let me go."

"I'm sorry but that is not possible, your father is already asking questions and time is running short."

"I guess I'm more trouble then I'm worth."

"If that were the fact Dean we would have already let you go. If you let me help you this will go much faster." He said standing beside the bed, unmoving as he waited for the young man's response. Dean seemed to think about it for a moment and he was right, if he wanted to get out of here then he would have to play ball. At least for the time being, there was no way he was getting out of here while he was restrained and drugged.

"Alright, fine. Prop me up and show me this proof." The old man almost looked giddy as he helped Dean upright as far as the restrains would allow and pulled a chair over beside them, the file he had brought with him already on Dean's lap and being opened. It was hours for the complete explanation, how Sandeman thought that his DNA would help save the world or some bullshit like that, how that he was trying to create the perfect solider to keep America safe. Dean might have only been a teenager but knew a bald faced lie when he saw one. The Doc might have been telling the truth on some matters, but not all of them. But at the moment that wasn't really Dean's worry, he took a deep breath, holding it for a second before breathing out.

"Okay, fine sign me up for fixing my arm. If that works I'll think about the tests that you mentioned." The man having gone over all of what would be needed, nothing sounded harder then a normal work out from his father, hell he knew that he'd had  harder trials had Pastor Jim's over some of the summer breaks. From the look on Sandeman's face you'd think that Dean had just given him the holy grail.

"I promise that you won't regret this Dean." He promised with a pat to the young man's unhurt arm.

"Whatever, I guess we will have to wait and see."

"It will all be for the best, you will see that. I promise." Sandeman gathered up his notes, nodding to Dean before starting the meds back up again, Dean already drifting off to never-land before the man even left the room.