Title: The Bad Guys Know It Too

Summary: Somebody from John's past is looking to settle an old score by going after Sam and Dean. Big mistake… Pre-Series. TeenChesters. Protective Big Bro! Dean. Hurt!Boys.

Warning: Rated T for bad language and descriptive violence. There will be sexual innuendos but NO sexual abuse.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Author's note: Dean is 16, Sam is 12.

My strength and my weakness are twins in the same womb.
-Marge Piercy-

The Bad Guys Know It Too

Chapter 1

"I hope you know that this is gonna cost you your fucking head, Jackie…"

Unperturbed by his partner's warning, Jack continued with the task at hand and snapped the cuffs closed around the dangling wrists of John Winchester's oldest son.

Straightening up from his crouch, he ignored the protesting pops and groans of his bones and gave the unconscious teenager in front of him a last once-over.

"Look at them…" he sighed, seemingly satisfied with the way Dean was hanging from his bonds, drugged and strapped securely to a chair, with nothing on his body but a battered T-shirt and his jeans after Jack had removed the small arsenal of weapons the kid had kept hidden beneath his baggy clothing.

His eyes wandered over to the other Winchester boy who was similarly tied to a chair, mirroring his brother's slack position, dark lashes fanned against ghostly skin and chocolate colored bangs hanging lifelessly into his face.

"All trussed up and helpless like that… It's kind of like holding John's pulsing heart in your fingers–"

A triumphant smile settled on Jack's lips, knowing the absolute truth behind the words and enjoying the little rush of power that surged through him at the realization.

For some reason the whole hunters' community seemed to have gotten it into its head that John freaking Winchester was a legend, an invincible knight in shining armor hacking and slaying his way through an army of monsters and never failing at the job.

But Jack knew better.

He had taken one look at the man and seen past his carefully sustained steel facade.

Because behind the cocky-bullshit-attitude, where John was at his most vulnerable, he wasn't the hero that everybody made him out to be- but he was merely a father, desperate to protect his sons from a world of darkness.

And Jack was going to use that against him.

"Well enjoy your power rush while it lasts…"Andrew cut in from the side, crossing his arms in front of his bulky chest. "Cause Winchester's gonna rip you apart for touching his boys when he finds you... "

"Oh is that so?" Jack inclined his head to the side, running calloused fingers over the cool metal of his Beretta.

He thought about it.

Thought about all the things he could do to these boys now that they were at his mercy.

Especially considering how protective the older one seemed to be of his younger sibling…

He thought about John's expression when he found the motel room empty and his rage afterwards, when he realized that the person behind his sons' disappearance was actually an old acquaintance with deadly intentions.

He thought about making these boys suffer and in doing so, putting their father through his own personal hell.

And then he smiled, a strange sense of serenity washing over him.

"He can try…" Jack said softly, before walking over to stand in front of Dean's slumped form. "But it won't end well for him."

He brought down the butt of his gun against the side of the teenager's face, reveling in the pained groan he elicited with his brutal waking attempt.

Blood gushed from where a tooth had nicked the boy's slack lips and Dean's head rocked back from the force of the blow.

"C'mon you little bastard…" he murmured under his breath, grabbing a fistful of short-cropped hair to keep the boy's head still. "Nap-time is over."

"Jack–"

"Shut up, Andrew! If you're gonna chicken out on me now, then get the fuck out of here. I can do this just fine without your sorry ass trying to appeal to my conscience–"

Without waiting for his partner's response, Jack tucked the gun back into his waistband before backhanding the blonde teenager squarely across his freckled cheeks.

The resounding echo of flesh hitting flesh reverberated through the walls of the basement and Jack gleefully watched the ghostly imprint of reddening skin from where his fingers had marked up the boy's face.

Girly eyelashes fluttered weakly as the teenager slowly came back to his senses, pupils moving rapidly beneath his closed lids.

"There we go, princess," Jack mocked with another swat at the boy's chin. "Open those shiny peepers…"

When he felt the kid's body tense and go rigid beneath him, breath getting more labored with each second, Jack knew that Dean had clawed his way through the thick veil of confusion his brain was swathed in.

He was awake.

And clever little bastard that he was, he pretended to still be out of it in order to buy himself a little more time and assess the situation.

Well what Dean didn't know yet, was that this was Jack's game… and they were gonna play by his rules.

Turning around to face Andrew who still looked uncomfortable after having watched Jack's display of violence, Jack's eyes narrowed in silent demand, urging his partner to play along with what he was going to do next.

"Seems like Dean isn't in the mood to chat–" he trailed off excessively, eyes slowly wandering from Andrew to where the younger of the two was still hanging listlessly in his bonds.

"How about we try to rouse little Sammy instead? I'm sure he'll be more cooperative…

It was all he needed to say to get the desired reaction.

The second the younger boy's name was spoken, Dean's eyes snapped open, still slightly unfocused from the drugs, but not enough to hide the evident panic in his gaze.

"No, don't!" he rasped. "Don't you freaking touch him!"

Jack could barely contain his glee.

It was just like he predicted.

Sam Winchester was his fucking golden ticket to both of the other Winchester men's destruction.

The cute, shaggy-haired kid with the bashful awkwardness and the dimpled smile was going to get Jack everything he wanted, because neither John nor Dean would be willing to risk the safety of their youngest and most vulnerable family member.

Just perfect.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean croaked, barely sparing Jack a glance before his frantic gaze latched onto his brother's unconscious form.

His practiced eyes ran over Sam's body appraisingly, scanning the kid for injuries, before finally- somewhat satisfied at finding his brother relatively unharmed- settling back on Jack.

"What did you give him?"

How Dean mustered enough energy to glower like that- Jack had no idea… Theoretically the teenager shouldn't even be talking after the tranquilizer shot he took to the neck not even three hours ago.

Blaming the boy's thick-skinned resilience on the typical Winchester stubbornness, Jack stepped out of the shadows and pulled his gun from the waistband of his jeans.

"Same thing I gave you. A mild sedative…" Jack explained with a slight shrug of his shoulders, as he stepped up behind the chair Sam was tied to. "Rohypnol to be exact…"

Oh, that got Dean's attention alright.

"Rohypno– you mean… r-roofies?" Dean repeated slowly, the last bit of confusion dissipating from his gaze.

Jack chuckled softly, looking down at Sam's mop of brown hair. "I guess that's another name for it, yes."

Eyes widening in horror, the teenager shot forward in his seat, tugging viciously at the cuffs that held him in place. "You son of a bitch! You better not have touched a single hair on his scalp or I'll freaking end you–"

Jack's heart fluttered in response to the wild protectiveness in Dean's voice and actions- having no doubt about the fact that the teenager would find a way to get loose and tear him from limb to limb if he had actually used the roofies for their intended purpose…

Not yet willing to put the frantic big brother out of his misery, Jack ran his fingers through the unconscious kid's brown locks in a mockery of affection, before grabbing a fistful of hair to lift Sam's face.

"Get away from him or I swear to fucking god–" Dean snarled and that was when Andrew stepped in from the side to spoil his fun.

"Calm the fuck down, kid. We didn't do anything to your brother, alright?" the plump man tried to soothe the enraged Winchester, raising both palms in a gesture of peaceful reassurance. "Didn't do anything to either of you for that matter…"

Jack rolled his eyes at his partner's indulgence.

"Now see, what my buddy's trying to say here, is that we didn't do anything to you, yet…" he corrected, lifting his gun to wipe a strand of hair from the boy's eyes almost lovingly.

Dean gritted his teeth, muscle ticking in his cheek.

The boy's face was so expressive- it was easy to read the torment about having to watch his helpless little brother getting fondled without being able to do anything against it.

"What do you want from us?"

See… now they were on negotiating terms.

"What I want from you…" Jack didn't try to hide his grin as he leveled the gun against Sam's temple, feeling the boy stir beneath his hands.

"Is absolute obedience. You do or say anything I don't like and- boom–"

He cocked his gun for theatric effect, watching gleefully as Dean's eyes went wild with terror, arms twisting fruitlessly behind his back.

"Don't!" he hissed, tugging viciously on his cuffs. "Let him go…"

The minute twitching of the younger boy would have been easily lost on inattentive eyes, but never on Dean- who had probably sensed the kid's impending awakening long before Jack had done so himself.

Sam made a low sound of protest, twisting slightly in Jack's grip as he tried to wriggle away from the sensation of cold steel against his skin.

Still too out of it for words, the kid grumbled something incomprehensible, arms twitching slightly beneath the too long sleeves of his loosely fitting hoodie.

"Jack, let him go…" Dean said imploringly, voice growing more frantic now that his brother was close to regaining consciousness. "Let him go, please–"

There was that magic word of broken compliance Jack had been waiting for.

Meeting Andrew's gaze over the shaggy haired boy in his grip, Jack shot him a look that said 'I told you so' before slowly lifting the gun from the kid's forehead and taking a step back.

"Wha–" the younger boy murmured drowsily, trying to raise heavy eyelids to a darkened world.

Dean leaned forward in his seat, bringing his body as close towards his brother's as physically possible.

"Sammy–" he said on a shaky exhale, features losing some of their tension and voice growing softer. "Sam, c'mon buddy… open your eyes."

"D'n?" Sam croaked out, licking his lips. Then the boy's arm suddenly twitched, movement painfully restricted by the metal that was wound around his wrists and his forehead creased into a frown."'s going on?"

Confusion was dripping heavily from the kid's voice as he tried to recall what had happened and couldn't come up with anything through the lingering effect of the drugs.

"'Y'okay?" Sam murmured sleepily and Dean broke out into a shaky laugh that bordered on hysteria, eyes glassy with tears as he shook his head.

"M'fine, kiddo. What about you, you feeling alright?"

Getting tired of the brother's exchange, Jack took a step forward and backhanded the kid across the face- just like he had done to Dean earlier.

Maybe this would speed things up a little.

They didn't have time for this shit.

The younger boy grunted in pain and shock, hair sailing through the air as his head was whipped forcefully to the side.

"Leave him alone, you fucking asshole! Get your fucking hands away from him–"

"Shut him up, Andrew," Jack snapped at the bulky man who hadn't proven himself worthy of this job in the slightest so far.

"Dean?" Sam whimpered in a pitiful tone, confusion and fear clearly audible in his words now that his vision cleared and the picture pieces finally fell into place.

His wide hazel eyes sluggishly tracked Jack's movement, scrawny frame flinching back in his seat at the intimidating pose the hunter struck.

"'s happening?"

The older Winchester was just about to answer, doubtlessly trying to reassure his little brother that he shouldn't be afraid… that Dean wouldn't let him get hurt, when Andrew stuffed a dirty rag into his mouth, effectively shutting him up.

"uhmgn–" the teenager's nostrils flared, eyes turning to liquid fire as he tried to dislodge the fabric from behind his teeth and found himself unable to do so.

Using the older brother's enforced idleness to his advantage, Jack pressed up into the Sam's personal space, breathing hot and wet against the trembling patch of skin on his neck.

"You wanna know what's going on, kid?"

Sam's lips trembled, looking up through glassy but lucid eyes as Jack tilted his chin to the side, forcing his gaze back onto his incapacitated brother.

"You see… your Daddy took something from me a long, long time ago and I intend to get it back from him. And you two are gonna help me with that, won't you?"

Sam blinked, visibly drawing strength from his brother's reassuring gaze, until Jack grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his face to the side, breaking the connection.

"I'm gonna need an answer to that question, kiddo…" Jack sneered into the kids face and then huffed in anger when Sam mulishly pressed his lips together, refusing to respond.

"That's not very nice of you, Sammy… I'm afraid I can't let that kind of insubordinate behavior slide…"

He snapped his fingers- jabbing a thumb towards Dean and Andrew hesitated for a second, before taking the wordless order and planting a fist into the older Winchester's stomach.

"No, Dean!" Sam cried out, jerking fruitlessly at the cuffs around his wrists and ankles as he listened to his brother's muffled grunt of anguish and watched him curl up on the chair across from him.

Andrew repeated the action, hitting Dean in the sternum, this time more forcefully until Sam whirled around to bestow Jack with a pleading, tearful look. "Stop it, don't hurt him!"

"Me?" Jack asked, feigning innocence. "I'm not the one hurting him… Sam. This is all on you, don't you see? If you had done what I wanted in the first place-"

"Alright, I get it! Just stop hurting him… please… "

Jack raised a palm, indicating for Andrew to stop and the sound of knuckles hitting flesh died down.

"There we go now, that's better…"

Then he dug his phone from his jeans pocket and held it out in front of Sam's face.

"I'm going to uncuff you now and you'll call your father for me like a good boy, got it?"

Sam pursed his lips, eyes sparking with silent defiance, even as he nodded his consent.

Dean groaned something incomprehensible into his gag, but it wasn't hard to figure out what the older brother was trying to say.

Jack could see the doubtful hesitation in the younger one's eyes at his older brother's disapproving grunts.

Apparently Dean didn't like the idea of getting their father involved in this.

Knowing he had to keep Sam in line, Jack pulled his gun and pointed it at Dean's writhing body, eliciting a shocked gasp from the frightened kid.

Mouthing a soundless 'No' in protest, Sam shook his head with wide, pleading eyes.

"You don't do what I say and he's dead."

Biting his lower lip, Sam sniffed miserably and nodded his understanding, willing to do anything if it meant his brother's life would be spared.

Satisfied with the kid's fearful obedience, Jack unlocked the cuffs and pressed his phone into Sam's shaking fingers.

"Dial," he urged with a grim expression, weapon never wavering from his aim.

Sam's fingers were shaking so bad he typed in the wrong digits three times before he got the number right.

It rang four times, before John finally picked up.

"D-dad?" Sam said shakily, eyes filling with tears when the familiar timbre rang from the other end of the line.

That was Jack's cue to step in.

Snitching the phone from the boy's sweaty fingers, Jack settled the earpiece between his head and shoulder.

"Hey there, Johnny… remember me?"

There was a pause, a barely-there sound of shock, before John responded.

"Sampson?" he rasped.

A lazy grin settled on Jack's lips at being recognized. "Good to hear your voice, Winchester… it's been a really long time."

"If you've hurt my son in any way, I swear to god you'll live to regret it, Jack-"

"Hate to tell it to you, John, but you're in no position to make threats," motioning towards Andrew yet again, Jack took a step closer to Dean.

"In fact, you're in no position to do anything but obey my orders if you don't want your boys to pay for your own stupidity-" he held out the phone just in time to capture the teenager's low grunt of pain when another punch hit his abdomen.

"NO! Dean! Stop it–" Sam thrashed against his cuffs furiously when Andrew continued beating his brother.

"You fucking bastard! Leave them alone, you sonofabitch-"

"Not sure I like your tone very much, there Johnny… but since you're so upset right now I'm willing to make an exception."

"What the fuck do you want from me?"

Jack smiled softly, dragging out the answer to prolong John's suffering. "I want my token back, Johnny. The one you took from me twenty years ago… remember?"

A tense silence spread between them.

Then John swore softly under his breath. "I don't have it anymore, Jack, just… god… it's been over two decades, why would you–"

I don't have it anymore… don't have it anymore… don't have it...

The words echoed through Jack's mind like a broken record, heart thundering wildly in his chest as a calm rage suddenly took hold of his body.

"What do you mean, you don't have it?!" he snapped, fingers tightening around the phone.

John's voice was strangely subdued when he responded. "Look… let's talk about this, alright? I'll get you a new one- a better one… just… leave my sons out of this, alright?"

Nostrils flaring, Jack locked his jaw and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Now listen up, you goddamn asshole. You've got one day to get me my charm back. One fucking day. And for each one of these 24 hours, I'm gonna make your boys wish they had never been born… you take any longer than that? I'm gonna snap their freaking necks. Are we clear?"

"Jack, c'mon, don't you fucking do this–"

Losing his patience, Jack whipped around and grabbed Sam's free arm, before viciously twisting it behind the boy's back, causing his shoulder to pop out of its joint under the combination of his weight and momentum.

The kid's anguished scream put Jack's teeth on edge and set the older brother into an angry frenzy.

"You're fucking dead, Sampson. YOU'RE DEAD, YOU HEAR ME?!" John screamed on the other end of the line.

"You got 24 hours, John. Don't make me wait…"

With that, Jack snapped the phone closed, lifting his eyes to the ensuing chaos around him.

Time to get this party started.

TBC...

Hey guys! :) I am currently laid up in bed with the flu which leaves me with too much time on my hands- so here's a little side-project I started... Please tell me what you thought and if I should continue! Reviews make my day! :D