This story was requested by JaredPadaleckiFan for her birthday. She asked for a Sam to be kidnapped in Season 1. This takes place right after Wendigo. One chapter a day with the last one posted on her birthday, August 27th.

SSS

Dean pulled up to a motel.

"We're stopping already?" Sam asked. They had just left Hayley and Ben a half hour ago. Sam was disappointed that their father hadn't been there, but upon reflection, he hadn't been really surprised.

"We're getting low on cash. I figure you can get some sleep and I'll go hustle some pool."

"Maybe I should go with you." Sam felt guilty.

"No. I want you to sleep," Dean said firmly.

They went inside to get a room. "We need a room," Dean said.

"Two beds?"

"Yes," Sam and Dean said together.

The clerk looked up and stared at them for a moment.

"Problem?" Dean asked. Something about this guy was setting off his spidey sense.

"No. I'm sorry. My mom's in the hospital, I was just worried about her." He shook his head and handed them a key. "Room 18."

"I hope your mom's OK," Sam said.

"Thanks."

Dean thought maybe he had been wrong. He could understand being worried about a parent. As they left, he saw the clerk picking up the phone. He thought he was probably calling the hospital to check on his mom.

"OK. I'm going to take off. I'll be back in a couple of hours," he said, handing Sam the room key.

SSS

"They're here."

"You sure?"

"It's only the two sons. The dad isn't with them. The younger son is a few years older than in the picture you gave me, but the older son is quite recognizable. I didn't think they'd ever show, but they're here."

"And you put them in room 18?"

"Of course."

SSS

Sam knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. Actually, that wasn't quite accurate. He could sleep, but he would have nightmares. He would see Jessica burning on the ceiling. He decided to take a shower instead.

He let the hot water stream over him. When he got out a few minutes later, he pulled on a pair of boxers and stepped out of the bathroom. There were four men wearing ski masks, pointing guns at him.

"You sure do take a long shower, kid. We were about to come in after you," one of them said.

"What do you want?" Sam asked.

"Turn around."

"Look, whatever you want, you can have it," Sam said. He didn't want to turn his back on these guys. He was kind of helpless right now, anyway. Four armed men, against one almost naked guy were not exactly fair odds.

"We want you. Turn around," he said again and walked up to Sam and spun him around himself. Then he grabbed Sam's hands and cuffed them behind his back.

"Aren't we going to have him get dressed first?" one of the others asked.

"Nope," the first one answered and pressed a button. Sam watched as a large panel in the floor lifted up. Two of the men went down a ladder. Sam was shoved through the hole and more or less caught by the two men at the bottom. A moment later, they were joined by the other two. "Move."

The first two men walked in front of Sam, while the other two walked behind him. On of them kept a hand on his shoulder and he could feel the barrel of a gun on his back.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Man, he talks a lot. Anybody have anything I can use for a gag."

The other man in the rear handed him a roll of duct tape. "Perfect. Cut me off a strip."

A knife was produced, the tape was cut and soon it was covering Sam's mouth. About that time they walked out of an opening and into the woods.

"Seriously, we have to get the kid some clothes or a blanket or something. It's the middle of November in Colorado. He's not even wearing any shoes."

"Well, maybe when his father finds out his predicament, he'll be extra fast in meeting our demands."

Sam's spirits fell. He was being kidnapped to get to his father. This was bad on so many levels. First of all, because they didn't even know where his father was, so he wouldn't very well be able to meet any demands. And second, because Sam didn't know if he would bother anyway. After all, his father had more or less kicked him out of the family. But then he stepped on a pine cone and for the moment that was all he cared about. He was careful to watch his step as best he could.

SSS

Dean checked his watch. It had been two hours since he had left Sam at the hotel. Part of him wanted to go back and check on him, but he was on a roll and they needed the money. Dean had had to buy Sam new clothes and he had sprung for a motel every night since Jess's death. There had been an extra mouth to feed, not that Sam had been eating that much, but Dean had been buying him the food just the same. He had wanted to stay with Sam so he hadn't been doing anything to make any money. So, he was just going to have to push down his worry for one night and get some money.

SSS

Sam fell down. His feet were nearly frozen. "Get up!"

He wanted to, but he just couldn't. He was physically unable.

"Grab his other arm."

He felt each of his arms being grabbed and he was being dragged through the woods.

"Mmph."

"Don't complain. We gave you a chance to walk. Besides we're here."

Sam saw that he was being dragged into a cave. There was a chain attached to a ring which had been drilled into one of the walls. The men dragged him over to it and attached it to his leg.

"See. There's a blanket. You happy?" The first man said to the one who had been concerned about the clothing issue earlier.

The men took off their ski masks. Sam's eyes bulged. He only recognized one of them. He hadn't seen Chet for eight years and he had no idea why he would be kidnapping him.

SSS

1996

"You're bring the kid along?" Chet asked John.

"He's 14 now. It's time he started getting in on some of the big hunts," John explained.

"You excited?" Chet asked.

"Not really," Sam muttered.

"Look, John, I don't want to hunt with someone who doesn't have their head in the game. It's dangerous," Chet asserted.

"Sam will do his job. Won't you, Sam?" John asked in a threatening tone.

"Yes, sir," Sam answered.

"Sam will be fine," Dean was starting to worry that Sam wasn't really taking to hunting. All he seemed to like was school. That was so messed up. He had been ecstatic when Dad said he could drop out. He couldn't imagine actually wanting to go to the place.

"We'll take two separate cars. Who do you want to take, Chet?"

"I'll take Sam," he decided. He had nothing against the kid and he looked like he could use a break from the old man. He was rewarded with a smile.

"How long have you been hunting?" Sam asked. Chet was about 25.

"About 3 years."

"How did you get into it?" Sam couldn't figure out why anyone would hunt, so he was asking every hunter he knew that same question.

"My girlfriend died."

"Something killed her?"

"No, she died in a car accident. But for some reason, her spirit stuck around. She started killing people. She was so sweet in life, I'm not sure why she did that, but I had to put her to rest. I know most hunters are in it to save people. I am, too, don't get me wrong, but I also like to put the ghosts and monsters to rest. Most of them were good people once."

"I guess I never thought of it that way before."

"Look, Sam, you don't have to do this forever. Just put up with it a few more years and then you can leave or go to college or something. With all the questions you're asking, I'd bet you'd make a great lawyer."

"I don't have to do this forever?" That was the first time Sam had realized that.

"Of course not. As soon as you're 18, you can make your own decisions. Just do me a favor."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Don't tell your dad I told you that."

Sam laughed. "Don't worry. I won't even mention anything about leaving until I'm ready to do it."

"That's probably best," Chet concurred.

SSS

2005

Now, Sam looked up at the first hunter who had encouraged him to have a life of his own and only saw cruel eyes. What had happened?