A/N: I do not own Supernatural.

So, for those of you reading this because you are subscribed to get anything that I post: I'm sorry for being a horrible updater and not updating the other stories I'm working on. I am going back to college after taking a year off, I am now living 5 hours from home/my boyfriend, I have a part-time job on top of being a full-time student...it's a lot to manage and I am very very sorry for not updating. Also, I lost the spark for those stories...I'm hoping and trying to get it back. I'm working on them when I feel that spark, I promise. I am doing my best. I am not giving up on them and I hope beyond hope that you are not either. I know where I am going with my story Matchmaker, so if you are reading that, please do not give up on me!

My boyfriend encouraged me to try and write a new story with a new spark so I followed his advice. I came up with this from a writing prompt I found online about people being abducted and where they go when they are abducted. What really happens to them, the ones who never return?

I hope you find this story interesting. Again, terribly sorry. I hope you like this story, I will try my best to keep up with it. I already have the next chapter done. I'll post it maybe next week? We'll see how it goes. I have also started on Chapter 3...so..that should be some kind of hope, right? Hah. Thank you for reading!

It was cold in the cell. Well, he thought it was a cell. He was having problems opening his eyes to find out where he was. It had all happened so quickly. One moment he was walking to his car. The next moment changed everything.

Dean rolled his eyes and shoved his little brother. "You don't know what you're talking about. Lisa and I are over. It was never going to work. We both know that."

Sam sighed heavily. "I just think you gave up too quickly. Maybe if you would have tried a little harder-."

"Tried a little harder? What do you think I've been doing for the past year? Just messing around? I've been raising Ben practically on my own for months. She's never home. She's always at work or out with friends. I get Ben up, make him breakfast and send him off to school. After work, I make him dinner, make sure he gets his homework done, gets his chores done, and then gets to bed. I take care of him alone. It's for the best that Lisa and I aren't together anymore. I'm going to file for joint custody. There's no way I'm just going to leave him there alone."

Sam nodded, "I know, Dean. You would never do that." His phone buzzed and he looked down. "Hey, sorry, man. That's Jess. I need to get going."

Dean finished his beer and nodded, throwing some cash down. "Yeah, me too. I still have some stuff to unpack. I'll see you tomorrow for lunch?"

Sam nodding, smiling at his brother. "Of course. I'll meet you at The Roadhouse at one. See you tomorrow, man. Drive safe."

"Yeah, you too, bitch."

"Jerk."

The two brothers walked away from each other. Sam climbed into his car and pulled away. Dean waved as he drove past him and on down the road. He pulled his keys out of his pocket along with his phone. He had a missed call from Ben. He hit send and put the phone to his ear. It rang a couple of times before Ben's voice came over the line. "Dad! I called you, like, an hour ago."

"Yeah, sorry about that, buddy. I was with Uncle Sam. Didn't hear my phone go off. What's up?"

"Mom still isn't home yet."

Dean stopped in his tracks next to his car. "She's not home yet? It's almost ten!"

"I know. I called her, but she sounded drunk."

Dean muttered something under his breath. "Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes. I'm on my way."

"Thanks, Dad. See you soon."

"Yeah. See you soon, buddy."

He hit the end button and unlocked his car. Right as he was about to open the door, he felt a sting on the back of his neck. He reached back and felt something sticking out of his neck. He pulled it out and looked at it. A dart…His vision started getting blurry as soon as he realized what he was holding. His keys dropped from his hand as he fumbled with his phone to call for help.

He leaned up against the impala to try to steady himself. He only managed to get as far as dialing Sam's number before his legs gave out and he descended into darkness.

He groaned as he forced his eyes to open. He was in a dark room. He was alone, but there was a door with an opening at the bottom that looked like a dog door. There was a toilet, a bed, and a chair in the room. The room was made out of brick. The only form of light was coming from the moon shining through a small window at the top of the wall, far too narrow for someone his size to crawl through.

He groaned, resting his head back on the pillow. The bed was solely a mattress thrown on the floor in a corner. It had a small pillow and a thin blanket on it, that was it.

Dean suddenly thought of Ben. He was supposed to be there! What would Ben think when he didn't show up? Would he call Sam or just wait for Lisa to get home? Sam! Dean remembered trying to call Sam before everything went dark. If the call had gone through, maybe someone would realize he was missing before morning, increasing the chance of him being found. He searched his pockets, but they were empty. His keys were gone along with his phone, of course. What kind of kidnapper leaves you your phone?

Dean grudgingly stood up and walked around the room, surveying his surroundings. He checked the door for any give and found none, locked. He knew it would be. There was nothing he could sue as a weapon and no way to get out of there. What was he supposed to do…?

SPN

Sam pulled up to a stop light when his phone started ringing. Looking down, he saw that Dean was calling him. He picked it up and answered. "Hey, lose your keys?"

There was silence followed by a crash as if the phone had fallen. "Dean?"

Nothing. "Dean, this isn't funny. What's going on?"

Still nothing. There was no sound coming from the other end of the line. The light turned green and Sam immediately got into the turn lane to go back to the bar. He heard a very distant noise but he couldn't figure out what it was. "Dean, what is going on? Is everything okay?"

The line went dead. He called it back, but no response. It only took another few minutes to get back to the bar and pull into the parking lot. He saw the impala sitting where it had been when he'd seen it last, but no one was in it. He parked next to it, jumped out and walked around to the driver's side. He stopped dead in his tracks. Laying on the ground were Dean's keys and his phone.

Panicked, Sam looked around frantically. "Dean? Dean!"

He picked his keys and phone up and then ran into the bar. He looked around, but Dean wasn't inside. He went up to the bar and got the attention of the bartender. "Excuse me, I was in here not that long ago with my brother. Tall, short blonde hair, leather jacket."

The bartender nodded. "Yeah, I remember."

"Did he come back in after we left?"

"Nope. You both left at the same time."

"Okay, thank you."

He walked back out to the impala. He pulled his phone out and called 911. "State your name and your emergency."

"My name's Sam Winchester and I think my brother has been kidnapped."

"Why do you think that?"

"We were at a bar having a couple of drinks. I left to go home and he walked towards his car. I got a call from him a few minutes ago and all I heard was a thud, another noise I couldn't make out and then the phone disconnected. I came back to the bar and I found his keys and phone laying on the ground by his car. He's not inside and I can't find him. He's gone!"

"Sir, please calm down. I'm sending an officer to you. What is your location?"

"I'm in the parking lot of O'Malley's Bar."

"Okay, an officer will be there momentarily to determine if your brother was, in fact, kidnapped. Is there anything else we can do for you?"

Sam shook his head, his hands shaking. "Yeah, you can find my brother." He hung up the phone before she could say anything else. He dialed Jess' number on the verge of freaking out.

"Hey, Sam. Are you on your way home?"

"I was, but I got a call from Dean. Something happened, Jess. I don't know what, but he's gone. He's just gone. I found his keys and his phone laying by his car…He wouldn't just leave them there if he had a choice. He's not in the bar, he wasn't drunk. I don't know what happened."

"Oh my God…okay. Did you call the police?"

"Yeah, I just got off the phone with them. They're sending an officer here. Jess, I don't know what to do. He's my brother. What do I do?"

"Sam, you can't freak out. If something happened, then Dean needs you to stay calm. When the officer gets there, tell him everything. We'll find him. I'm on my way, okay? O'Malley's?"

"Yeah, thanks, Jess. I'm in the parking lot."

"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can."

They hung up and Sam couldn't help but pace until the officer pulled into the lot. He stepped out of the way and next to the impala. The officer pulled in next to him and got out of the car.

"Are you Sam Winchester?"

"Yes. I was the one who called about my brother."

The officer pulled out a notepad. "Okay, why don't you tell me everything that happened."

Sam went back over everything he'd said to the woman when he'd called. He told him how he found the phone and keys, how he'd checked the bar, everything.

"Okay, it sounds like we may very well have a missing person's case on our hands. Usually we have to wait 48 hours before we can declare it a missing person's case or not, but given the circumstances, I'm willing overrule it. Now does Dean have-."

Dean's phone starting ringing in Sam's hand. "It's Ben, his son."

The officer nodded. "Answer the call, but don't tell him his father is missing yet. We don't want to scare him if it's not necessary."

Sam nodded and answered the phone. "Hey, Ben."

"Uncle Sam? Where's Dad?"

"Uh, did you need something?"

There was a pause for a brief moment. "I called Dad a few minutes ago because Mom still isn't home. He said he was on his way, but he isn't here yet."

Sam swallowed. "Do you know where your mom is?"

"No, but when I called her she sounded drunk. Uncle Sam, what's going on?"

"Everything's fine, Ben. I'm gonna try to get a hold of your mom. I'm going to have Jess pick you up, okay? So get an overnight bag together and grab your book bag."

"Okay…Is Dad okay? Why isn't he picking me up?"

"I'll explain later. Jess will be there soon, so get a bag together. I'll see you soon, Ben."

"Okay. Bye."

Sam hung up and ran a hand over his face. "Dean was supposed to be at Ben's house a few minutes ago, but he never showed up."

The officer frowned. "Ben is home alone?"

Sam nodded, "His mom isn't home that much. That's why they're getting a divorce. Well, one of the reasons. I have to call my wife and have her go pick him up."

The officer nodded as Sam pulled out his own phone and dialed Jess again. "Hey, Sam. Is the officer there?"

"Yeah, but I need you to swing by Ben's and pick him up. He just called and said that Dean was supposed to be there, but didn't show up. He's home alone."

"Okay. Where do you want me to take him? Back to our house?"

"Yeah, he doesn't know about Dean yet. I told him I'd talk to him later."

He could hear traffic sounds in the background. "Okay, I won't say anything. I'll turn around now and go get him. Let me know if you need anything."

"I will. Thanks, Jess."

Sam slid the phone into his pocket and looked at the officer. "She's going to pick him up. What do we do now?"

"I'll call in a team to check out the parking lot, see if we can find anything."

"And after that?"

"We find your brother."

SPN

Dean leaned against the wall, trying to push himself high enough to see out the window. It wasn't working too well. All he could make out were the tops of trees and the sky. He thumped his head against the wall in frustration. It was pointless. There was no way out unless he was let out. He'd discovered that at the very least they were feeding him. They would slide a tray with food on it through the little opening on the door. It wasn't the best food, but it was edible. He was really wanting some homemade apple pie.

He turned around and slid down the wall, resting his arms on his knees. He missed his son terribly already. He'd failed in his duty as his father to be there for him. He'd allowed himself to get kidnapped by a psycho. What was Sam going to do without him? He had to be freaking out.

His eyes slowly roamed the room, taking in every small detail. He was committing his prison to memory. His eyes were sliding down the far wall when he noticed something. He stood up and moved towards it, kneeling down in front of it.

He slid his fingers around one of the bricks. It was loose around the edges and sticking out slightly. He swallowed and then made up his mind. He pulled the brick out slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible. It put up a little bit of fight, but eventually came willingly. He set the brick down on the floor and looked through the hole into another room. From what he could see from the hole, it looked about the same as his.

He heard something move from somewhere close to the hole. He swallowed again, his palms starting to sweat. "Is there someone in there?"

There was a long moment of silence before a male voice spoke. "Were you taken too?"

Dean froze. Another person in his situation. "Yeah. I was."

Another long moment of silence. "How long have you been here?"

Dean tried to look around, searching for the source of the voice. "Not long, I don't think. I woke up here last night. What about you?"

"Only a few days." The voice was deep and rough. It sounded as if the guy hadn't been given any water in a while.

"My name's Dean. Dean Winchester. What's yours?"

He could hear rustling as if the guy was moving around. Suddenly there was a pair of bright blue eyes the color of the ocean staring through the hole at him. "Castiel. My name is Castiel Novak."

I hope that you enjoyed the first chapter! More to come soon. Take care!