Two years. It's been two years since the brothers have been able to get back together. Two years since they went they're sperate ways to try and nab the bitch, keeping it from harming anyone else. Two years since Dean has seen Sam.

TWO YEARS.

Dean stands over the now unreconizable body, a smoking pistol still in his hand aimed to the dead monster. Honestly, he didn't need to use the gun. He had already salted it, burned it, stabbed it repeatiatly over and over agian. The gun just made him satisfied.

All around in the champer, a lot of people had just suddenly appeared after a mintue of standing over the body, a smirk displayed on his face. Problem was, Sammy wasn't one of the people.

"Sir? What happened?" Dean truns around slowly, allowing the gun to fall to his side. He meets the eyes of a worried blue eyed man, a little girl wrapped in his arms.

"Do you remember anything?" he questions.

"I remember being in a maze of some sort, and some weird thing having put both me and my daughter in there. If you're asking wether I'll believe anything, then yes," the man answered. Dean actually smiles at his words, then lets out a sigh.

"This son of a bitch," he begins, waving the gun in the monster's corsp vagly, "was stealing people from everywhere in the town and putting them in different, trail rooms I guess you could call it. Now, with it's magic gone and it dead, we're inside the sewer that leads up into town. But I promise, you're all safe now." Dean tries to smile wider, but without Sam next to him, his face just can't do it. Even the smile now hurts.

"Well, I wanted to thank you." The man nods at Dean then starts calling everyone to follow him. From Dean hears, the man used to work in the tunnels and knows exactly where they are. Good, now the victims are safe.

Now, to find Sammy.

With one final kick, Dean leaves the body be, keeping his gun at the ready. He walks down the tunnel directly oppisite of where everyone else went. It doesn't make any sense. If Sam was also in the creature's layer, he should have appeared like all the other vics. So where is he.

Dean keeps slowly walking through the muck and smile. He and Sam have deffinately seen better sewers, but at least this isn't the worse.

Two hours go by and still no sign of Sam. Dean must have covered every single inch of this place but no sign of Sam. Not even a sound of footprint! Dean scrubs his face, knowing that Sam would at least be calling his name, so that means Sam's unconsious or not hear.

Suddenly a peircing ring fills the air. Dean only crumbles while he quicklly slips his phone out of his pocket and up to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello? You run into a monster's layer leaving me clueless of what you're chasin', turn off the phone, and after two days of me calling constantly all I get is a hello?" Dean cringes from Bobby's words, not only from the loudness, but also because of the truth.

"I'm sorry Bobby. I didn't turn the phone off and WAIT! TWO DAYS!" Dean yells.

"Uh, yeah. Two days. What? What happened?"

"Bobby. I, I thought I've been here for TWO YEARS! How has it only been days!" he explodes. He counted everyday. Everyday he had to be away from his brother, worry his head off that the son of a bitch desided that watching people scream their heads off wasn't enough, that it would start killing people one by one. And one of them would be Sam.

"Calm down boy it's okay. Do you even know what you were hunting?" Bobby chides gently.

"No. Not even SAM knew Bobby. But it did seem to make all of the vics go into their own chamber with it's own challenges." There's noise on the other side of the phone, such as typing, cursing, and the turning pages.

"Well. I can promise ya it's only been two days since we last spoke. I believe you were dealing with a creature that able to bend time and space, alter the properties depending on what the creatures wanted to happen. It's dead right."

"Yeah, no, of course. I wouldn't be able to get a signal if it still was," Dean mutters.

"Alright. Well, for my guess, maybe your brother is just in a tight space. How about you keep looking and I'l' track his phone." Bobby leaves the line on but is oviously ignoring Dean. Dean takes a deep breath, in and out slowly, then nods.

"Alright. You do that, I'll keep looking, and we'll meet in the middle," he mutters. The phone stays pressed up to his ear as he begins to walk again, heading back to the chamber the rotting corpse sits to start another round. Suddenly there's a beeping and Bobby's back on the phone.

"Okay boy. I'll send you the location. The signal is faint, almost like something other than the sewer's walls are blocking it, but he is there."

"Alright Bobby. Thank you so much." Dean smiles when he hears the old man curse at him. The call ends and Dean sees the loctaion of Sam's phone. Smiling wdiely, he walks toward where the signal blinks.

Don't worry Sammy. I'm coming.