Sam goes missing one night after a fight with her father. Dean isn't quite sure that what took her was supernatural in nature. FemSam Rated K for some sexual content. NO rape or sex
Chapter One
She had never been so mad with her father. Sure they fought, a lot, but while she was trying to stay a couple extra days to celebrate Dean's twentieth her dad had finally done it. Useless, weak, emotional. Finally her old man had told her just what he had thought of her all along. Dean saw the light go in her eyes, and Bobby had tried to stop her but she was too quick. In a split second she had the door unlocked and she was running full speed, fueled by anger and grief, away from the motel room.
She heard Dean and Bobby's call to stop; she heard Dean's heavy breath and thundering footsteps as he tried to catch up to her. None of that mattered though. She had to get away. She was tired of her dark and scary world. Sixteen year she had endured it, but today she just had enough.
Still running blindly, taking random turns to lose her shadow, she hadn't noticed her brother fall behind. She had lost him three minutes ago but in her angered thoughts she couldn't tell. It wasn't until she met hard with a trash can that she was forced to stop. With a loud cry she landed hard on her face sending trash on top of her.
Finally for the first time in six years she did the unthinkable. Hot, wet tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her face. A shocking sound escaped her lips; wailing. Here she was sitting in an alley with trash thrown all over her and she was crying like a baby. Her sobs go raspier and harder when she felt immediate regret at the tears.
This is what her father thought of her. This was the ultimate sign of weakness; trash lurking with trash.
"No." She was not going to be weak. She wasn't going to prove that her father was right. With a groan she pushed herself up, but paused hissing at a sharp pain in her hand. Great, she would be crawling home with red puffy eyes and a large shard of glass in her palm. Not to mention her ankle that she could already feel aching with each pump of blood.
She pulled out the bit of glass stinging her palm and whipped out a bandana to wrap around the wound. After taking thirty minutes to get her composure and calm, she slipped her cell out of her pocket and dialed without any though Dean's current number.
"Damn it, Sam. I've been trying to call you for an hour." She heard the familiar sound of her brother smacking the impala's steering wheel.
"I'm sorry." Sam pushed herself up and started walking to the mouth of the alley.
"I called for you to stop. I told you to stop running, Sam." Dean sighed, and gave a slow inhale and exhale to calm himself. "Look, I'm sorry; about everything. Dad shouldn't have said what he did, and I shouldn't have snapped just now. I was just worried. You've been gone for over an hour."
Sam was a little surprised at the time too. Had she really cried that long. "It's ok Dean. I shouldn't have run off. I was just mad."
"Damn right you were mad. I swear your face turned red." Dean paused and took another breath. She could hear the whine of the engine as he pulled to the side. "Now where the hell are you?"
Finally clear of the alley Sam looked around to check her surroundings. "Wow, I'm all the way by Maggie's diner."
"Dang, Spaghetti legs, you really booked it." Dean put the car back into drive and was on the road again. "I'll be there in ten. What do you say we find a 24 hour place and grab a burger?"
For the first time since this ordeal she smiled. Dean always knew how she felt and how to cheer her up. He also probably figured she didn't want to face up to dad yet. "Yeah a burger sounds good, but I'll probably need stitches so-"
"Stitches!? What the hell did you do?"
"Collided with a trash can; don't worry I just got a shard of glass in my hand."
"Just a bit of glass in your hand…" Dean replied sarcastically.
"Hey you know damn well we've had worse." Sam started walking over toward a nearby bench. "Besides-"
A hand grabbed her arm, and jerked her into a hug. "Allie, are you ok? Are you hurt?"
Sam lashed out and elbowed the man in the gut, winding the stranger. "Sorry buddy, wrong person." She backed up and took a defensive stance.
She heard her brother franticly yelling over the line, asking if she was ok, and who the strange man was. Well she certainly wanted to know too, but wasn't planning on staying around long enough to find out.
"Allie. You don't remember? I thought that when you had fled from the room away from the men you had remembered." He stayed back, keeping his distance. As if he were trying to gain trust to a wild animal.
"What am I supposed to remember? I hate to break it to you, but the names Winchester; Samantha Winchester. I haven't heard of Allie, but I'm sure once my big brother shows up we could help you find her." Sam didn't leave the stance. She kept her eyes solely on the strange man. She did take the time to tuck the phone in her pocket, leaving Dean to hear their conversation.
As she suspected the stranger seemed unhappy at their imminent family reunion. "You called your kidnappers? Have they brain washed you Allie?"
"Not really listening are we. Names not Allie." She stepped back putting more distance between them.
The man seemed to be in a panic his eyes darted around, but it was then that she realized who her attacker was. "Beareded Kay." She should have done something about him before it had even come to this. Now more than ever she was afraid.
Before Sam could come up with a plan the man snapped into action, he grabbed her around the middle, absorbing the young girl's punch, and took them both to the ground. Sam squirmed and fought but the man was bigger and stronger and soon had her in a choke hold.
"I really didn't want to do this Allie. This wasn't my intent."
Sam gasped and clawed at the arm blocking her breath. After a minute he loosened his hold however before Sam could take in a hungry breath a rag was pressed over her nose and mouth. Her eyes widened in shock as she recognized the scent of chloroform and she fought off the hold harder. If she blacked out now, it was over. She couldn't go down.
As a last act of desperation, she raked her fingernails over his hands drawing lines of blood. But he refused to let go. Just as she was determined to get away, he was twice more to getting back his Allie. Her fighting slowed and her world was going white at the edges.
She weakly tried calling for her brother, but he was probably a few miles away and by the time he got there it would be too late. She shut her eyes and felt the hold around her leave, but by that time she was on the brink of unconsciousness, and could do little about her situation. Last she was aware she was being lifted up and then there was a sea of white.
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The rumbling of the impala's engine stopped as Dean twisted the key and pulled it out. It had been a long night.
By the time he had finally made it to Maggie's diner all he had found was a smashed cell and overturned bench. After a quick call to his father, the three men had split up and canvassed the area. At six John had circled back to the motel to change into his FBI suit and stop by Maggie's to see if he could gain access to any security cameras.
After four hours John had finally called back Dean and Bobby to the motel. Dean hesitated at the door. His father's tone had sounded defeated, and something he had never heard so evident; worried.
Bobby camp up from behind and placed a hand on the younger man's shoulder. "Come on boy. Your dad has news." The elder propelled both forward and opened the door. "Whatever it is, we'll find her."
Both walked into a heart wrenching sight. John lay on the bed his eyes closed and his arm draped over his eyes. His face read exhaustion, a sight uncommon on John Winchester, while a cold one sat empty and still sweating on the bedside table. Hearing their arrival though he snapped up alert, a hard expression wiping any emotion off.
"Well?" Bobby dragged a chair over. "What did you find?"
John scrubbed a hand through his tousled hair. "She left the alley and she was using her phone, talking to Dean, and a man came up and started talking to her.
"We know that dad, I heard him."
Bobby gave the young man a warning glance. "What happened next, John?"
John hesitated before he began again. "She took a defensive stance, but he took her to the ground and put her in a choke hold. Somehow he soaked a rag and it appears chloroformed her. He walked off camera with her and a few minutes later I assume his van drove past the camera."
The young man didn't say anything. He plopped down on the bed and turned his back on the other two. The van had passed him last night. In his haste to get to Maggie's and help his sister he had not given it a second glance. Of course after finding the scene, he had driven around trying to find it with the suspicion, but a lot of good that had done.
"I take it the image is too fuzzy for facial recognition, or plate numbers." Bobby guessed and was proved right when John shook his head all too slow.
"The man was big and bulky, that's all I noticed." John grabbed for the bottle on the table and frowned when he found it empty. "No glowing eyes, no static, I'm fairly certain that this is a who and not a what."
"Great!" Dean threw up his arms grabbing the attention of the other two men. "So we know that he is a big, bulky guy with a van. That doesn't get us any closer to finding her, he could be halfway across the country by now."
Bobby stood up and walked to the window in a nervous pace. "Not necessarily the case. You heard over the line the man insist that she was Allie. So that means an adolescent girl around sixteen named Allie is either missing, or murdered. Whoever this is has to be a father or an uncle."
John sighed. "That could be countless. You forget runaways and kidnappings. Also this guy could be delusional; this could have happened ten years ago, or never, maybe it's all in his messed up head."
Bobby growled and scrubbed his face. "Did she say anything else?"
"Hmm?" Dean looked up from his wallowing. "What do you mean?"
"When she talked to you, or during the fight before you lost connection, did she say anything that could help identify this man?"
Dean shut his eyes and recalled the phone call. His mind seemed fixated on her scream though, and the rough sound of her falling to the ground. "I don't know. I can't focus on the words; all I can hear is…"
"Think, idjit." Bobby groused. "She could have said something, anything that could help her."
Dean glared at the man but knew he was right. He had to quit feeling sorry for himself and just man up.
"I'm sorry, I have to go." She had sounded scared and Dean assumed she had put the phone to her side to give her brother a clear connection to the conversation because she certainly wasn't hearing a word he was saying.
"Look I'm sorry if I frightened you. Let me give you a ride back to the motel."
Dean snapped his eyes opened. "He knew where we were staying. He offered her a ride. And she seemed pretty freaked. Then she said-"
"Beareded Kay."
"Beareded Kay? She said Bearded Kay…" Dean frowned. "Although I don't know what an alphabet with facial hair has to do with -" Dead cut off his eyes focused on the wall paper while his mind started working. It wasn't a letter; it was a character. Kay, from Men in Black. They had gone to see it two years ago at the theatre.
"The motel owner." Dean breathed. "I checked in with Sammy before we started the hunt. While I was paying he kept staring at Sam like she was a ghost. We joked about it afterward, and she stated he looked like Agent Kay in the movie MIB, but with facial hair. So I dubbed him Beareded Kay as a joke. While we were at the motel she complained he kept watching her and was getting freaked out."
John frowned. "Why didn't she tell me?"
"She never tells you anything, and that's beside the point. That asshole took her."
"Doesn't matter who tells who what." Bobby broke the two from their glare. "We are getting her back. Now I believe I have some words about our room to give to the owner."
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A pulsing pain greeted her and slowed her ascent to consciousness. It seemed like every fiber of her hurt. She had a headache, her palm stung, and her legs felt like they had just run a marathon. She fought to clear her head; to remember.
"Damn it Sam we can't stay, we have the next job to go to."
Her father's angry face suddenly broke through the fog. He kept talking the memory fuzzy and like a bad VHS, without sound. It picked up again for her to hear, "-so God damned useless."
That was right. The fight. Dad and her had fought, again, and she had run. Then the trash, the ground, and the glass.
Another pulse of pain went through her head and it nearly forced her back into the void. No. Think. Remember. Dean comforting her over the phone, the promise of warm fast food…and the man."
The memory of his body crashing into her forced her eyes opened, but just as quick she shut them in pain. The light was doing no good alleviating the headache.
Fight through the pain, she urged herself. Snap out of it.
She opened her eyes again and despite the pulsing pain kept them opened allowing her pupils to constrict. The light was coming from a small single bulb hanging high in the center of the small room. The walls were concrete and unpainted and a set of steep stairs led up to a thick wooden door sitting on the ceiling. A storm cellar; she was sitting in a storm cellar.
She had seen more than a few in her young sixteen years. For whatever reason every ghostly Dick and Harry had a storm cellar, and more than a few times she recalled finding them the hard way.
With a groan she pushed herself up and winced at the motion. The trash can must have done more damage than she remembered. She looked down at her swollen ankle, and was shocked to find the other chained to the wall with a short leash, only allowing a few feet.
"You awake, Allie?" A voice called above. The next second more light filtered in and the man took the steps down relieved to see her awake. "I'm sorry about the accommodations, but you were less than agreeable the last time."
Sam didn't say anything just frowned.
"I brought your favorite; grilled cheese, with tomato soup." He placed the tray down and shoved it toward the girl trying to keep a fair distance between them. He also produced a bag from his shoulder. "I have a bag of ice for your ankle, and a Tylenol if you need anything for the pain."
She still didn't respond, although her stomach responded with a loud rumble. She didn't know how long it had been but it had obvious been a while since her last meal, but she'd be damned if she accepted anything from this man.
"On the drive to the cabin, I even got fresh strawberries. Miss Mae was selling them at her stand. She says hi." He smiled sadly. "Remember Miss Mae. Before we stopped at the cabin we would go to her field, and she would let you pick a basket of strawberries. Of course you would eat more than you picked and your mother would complain about how your stomach would get upset."
When she still didn't say anything the man got angry. "Jesus, say something."
"Why?" Sam finally croaked her throat sore with lack of use and water. "It doesn't matter what I have to say, because you won't listen."
"I'm sorry baby, but I am trying to fix it. Fix everything." He placed the bag down and slid it over to the girl as well. "I know I gave good reason for you to run, but I'm better. I promise, and when I find your mother again we can be a family."
"Even if I was Allie, how would this fix anything? My dad is nowhere near perfect, but he wouldn't assault me and lock me up." She didn't add unless we were on a case and something was horribly wrong.
"Eat up. I'll be down to get the tray in a while." He went back up the stairs and shut the heavy door.
Sam could also make out the sound of a padlock slipping in place and clicking closed. Perfect, because a shackled ankle wasn't bad enough. The situation finally got to her and she let out a pent up scream.
She should have taken her feelings seriously. Every time that blasted man stared at her, she had felt unsettled, scared even. Plus he had shown up everywhere. Dean had dismissed it. Just a kookie man, he won't try and touch you. If he does though I'll throttle him. Well Dean wasn't here to throttle anyone now.
Dean. She wondered how he was right now.
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Knowing her brother he would be blaming himself. Running himself ragged trying to find her. She hated being this weak and letting someone get her. She hated putting her brother, and herself, through this trauma.
Dean returned from the food run that Bobby had insisted on. He didn't say a word as he closed the door behind him and unceremoniously dumped a burger and fries in front of his father.
"I know you're mad at me." John said tiredly ignoring the bag his eyes to the ceiling. "But we need to get past this if we want to find Sam. We need to do this as a family."
"Mad? You think that I'm just mad at you?" Dean spun around venom in his tone. "Oh it is a lot more than that. If you hadn't been so…so YOU last night, she would be here. Not God knows where with a psychopath."
John's expression didn't change, which further infuriated Dean.
"I mean really. She wanted to stay an extra two days for my birthday. Would that have been too much? Two days wouldn't have made much of a difference in a case involving people rapidly losing luck in Nevada. But no, so happy friggen birthday to Dean."
"Dean, I-"
The man was on a roll though and cut off his father. "She loves you. More than you know. Hell I love you. All we want to do is make you proud. All we want is to know that we're doing something good. And you throw the worst insults you possibly can at her. You tear her down. I should have stopped you last night. I should have punched you and taken her with me."
John looked stunned. His boy never spoke to him like that.
"And I'll tell you what. If anything happens and she doesn't make it, or we never find her, I am packing up all my shit and leaving." Dean threw down the remaining sacks in his hand
"Dean. I'm -"
John started awkwardly, but stopped when the door flew open and Bobby rushed in. He took a quick look at the two and sighed.
"I leave you two idjits alone and you both act like fools." Bobby frowned.
"What did you find?" Dean asked. Ignoring the statement and unwrapping his burger with a little more force than it required.
"Well I checked with the station and found that the manager was telling the truth. David Werde seven years ago reported his daughter Allie Werde a runaway. However he didn't tell the kid everything." Bobby plopped down and ruffled through the bag. "No onions?"
Dean nodded.
Bobby took a quick bite and ignored the stares. He chewed and swallowed before continuing. "Celina Werde, his wife did leave him the following year, however she disappeared off the face of the planet. Her sister called frantic because she hadn't heard from her in weeks. There was an investigation and signs of abuse were evident, but they couldn't pin anything on him, there was just no proof."
"Polite version of no bodies were found." John added from his bed, food still untouched.
"So he probably killed Allie. Hid the evidence and when his wife found out, she was just a runaway too." Dean put the food down, suddenly not hungry. "If he did all that, then why take Sammy."
"If there is a problem with him he probably shut out the memory; changed the situation around in his grief so that he wasn't the bad guy. His daughter really did runaway, and his wife just upped and abandoned the search. So that when he sees Sam, he's finally found his lost girl." John picked up the photo they had confiscated from the manager. The family looked happy enough; a smiling wife, a strong husband, and a beautiful daughter, who resembled Sam to a freaky degree.
Dean stood up. "We are all missing the point. If he gutted his family, what's to stop him from doing it now? Just because he found Allie doesn't mean that she'll be safe."
"Well we just have to find her as soon as possible." Bobby crumpled his wrapper and attempted to toss in the small trashcan by the door. "I know that the manager said that he didn't know where he would go, but did you find anything John?"
John shook his head. "I called around and Werde owns no land, no cabins, or even an RV. When he lost both his wife and daughter he even lost his home."
"Well I stopped by his apartment, and he's not home, packed up practically for good. There were a few photos he left behind in a box in the closet." Dean reached into the inner pocket of his coat, and pulled out a handful of photos. "Most of them are in the woods, and a few show the same cabin."
John grabbed for the photos. In the photos they appeared to be the same location but Allie was the clue to the time difference. In one she was an infant, and the oldest she appeared was a brooding fourteen. "Well it's defiantly the same place, but different time. I bet if he took her anywhere it would be here."
Bobby gave the photos a good look when they were passed his way. "Where do you think this place is? I certainly don't recognize it." Bobby flipped the photos to look at the back but found only a date and names scrawled on them.
"What if he doesn't own the cabin?" Dean finally said his face lighting up at the thought. "What property does his wife own?"
A/N- It probably won't go to long. This simply started out as a concept of how much more protective Dean would have been if Sam was a girl, and transformed to bits and pieces of dialog that I would play in my head while doing the mundane daily tasks. To finally stop thinking about it so much I started writing down all the details and it started turning into a decent story line.