A/N: Hey, I'm baaack! After a whole 3 days (because that's totally a long time now) of inactivity, I'm back with more fics for you guys. I'd like to thank my History teacher for this one, because, after all, listening to someone give a lecture about Achilles for a full hour fuels my Muse with the complete and utter boredom it needs to create another fanfiction.

Anyways, I'm going back to early Season 2 with this one. Hope you enjoy my muse's twisted/fluffy (in later chapters)/painfully geeky creations!

~Salted

"Whatever you love, that is your weakness." ~Holly Black

Clearfield, Pennsylvania

Present Day

Isn't an hour a bit long to walk to a diner that's just down the street? Dean thought, glancing at the ancient analog clock mounted on the far end of the motel room's wall.

At 30 minutes, he'd guessed Sam had taken the longest possible way back to the motel solely to piss him off -probably because he'd blasted Led Zeppelin for 7 hours straight on the drive into Clearfield, Pennsylvania- just being the whiny bitch he was.

But an hour? That seemed like overkill, even for Sam.

Dean snagged his cell from the side table and quickly dialed his brother's number. Someone picked up on the 3rd ring.

"Where the hell have you-"

"Excuse me?" A feminine voice answered from the other end, and Dean glanced at the phone to make sure he'd dialed the right number.

"Who is this?" He asked -anger fading into confusion- he'd be damned if his brother had picked up a date and not come back to bite his nails about it.

"Name's Bexley. And I'm guessing you're the infamous Dean Winchester, hmm?" Alarm bells trilled chaotically in Dean's head, finally realizing that whoever had picked up wasn't there to do any good.

"Where the hell is my brother?" He demanded, holding the phone impossibly closer to his ear, rage and concern boiling in the pit of his stomach.

There was a slight snicker on the other end of the line, "Wouldn't you like to know?" there was a brief, taunting shuffle from the phone's speaker, "Somewhere safe, I assure you. Well, safe enough."

"Answer the question, bitch. Where the hell did you take him?" Dean growled, throwing the cheap, flimsy, wooden motel door open, heading for the Impala.

"So that's where little Sammy got his language," Another snicker, "But he kept shouting, and we just couldn't have that, now could we?" Bexley taunted, a barely audible grunt filtering through the phone.

"Don't you touch him!"

"You killed my sister," Dean's mind flipped to the vamps he and Sam had been hunting. They'd ganked one, but couldn't find the nest, "So here's the deal. You two bastards leave the rest of us alone, and we'll give little brother back in.. Mostly one piece." The statement was laced with malice, followed by the unmistakable sound of a knife being unsheathed.

The call cut off as Dean urgently pumped the Impala's gas, ominous dial tone mocking his every move.

So yeah, there's the prologue for you. Later chapters will be much longer, because actual chapters, not prologues.

Please review and/or favorite & follow. You can check out my page for some other fics to hold you over while the next chapter comes out.

~Salted