AN: Don't know about you, but the midseason finale left me dead inside. But, Sammysmissingshoe is here to help pass the time of the hellatus with another fic! Sequel to On My Own, but if you don't wanna read that one first, basically all you need to know is that a demon clown kidnapped Sam while he was back at Stanford and tried to interrogate him about the powers he didn't know he had yet. It's a fun story, you should read it anyway. This fic is different from my others because I tried something new... I'm writing mostly hurt Dean this time! Let's be honest, after that finale, Sammy needs a break. (*CRIES*) Okay, here we go! Story and chapter titles from a three days Grace song, Unbreakable Heart.

"I don't like it, Sam."

"You never like it, Dean."

"C'mon, you're telling me you don't find this the least bit strange?"

"Of course I do, but when is a case never not strange?" Sam pointed out.

"Crop failures? Electrical storms? About half a dozen murders? The whole thing is just screaming demon, Sammy. It's never good when it's obvious."

"Dean, a gate to Hell opened. We still got no clue how many demons escaped. But I'm pretty sure subtlety isn't their main priority."

Dean huffed. "I'm telling you, it's just too damn easy."

"What's wrong with easy?" Sam asked.

"Everything's wrong with easy! When's the last time we had an easy case that didn't turn around and bite us in the ass?"

"Never." Sam admitted internally. "Ass-biting aside, people are dying, something's doing the killing, and it needs to be stopped."

In that sense, Sam was right. Dean was sure he was far from right about pretty much everything else, but he couldn't really argue anymore. What's the point of arguing when you've got less than a year to live? "Fine. Where am I headed first?"

"Half a dozen murders mean half a dozen family members to talk to. See if the vics have a connection, narrow down where the demon might be. Splitting up and meeting back together later is probably our best bet to finish this as soon as we can."

Sounded good to Dean, so he nodded, and continued their drive to another town, another case, and another demon.

They'd changed they clothes, and Dean had dropped Sam off at one of the victim's family's house, and then he'd gone off on his own adventure, currently interviewing his last weeping and recent widow.

"Did you husband have any connection to the other victims, ma'am?" Dean asked.

The woman sniffled. "Well- they're all dead."

Real helpful, lady. "Did they work together maybe? Distant cousins? Bowling Team?"

She shook her head. "No. Nothing like that." Hey eyes briefly went to the door.

Dean's eyes followed. "You expecting someone?"

"What? Oh, I-I just thought I saw someone else with you. Your partner."

Sam was nowhere near him. He hadn't been for over an hour. The only way she would know about him was...

Maybe he was just being paranoid, but... "Christo."

When the woman's eyes went black, Dean no longer felt paranoid. No, now it was feeling more like kicking Sam's ass for suggesting separating. That literally never did anybody any good.

Dean shot up, and quickly reached into his pocket for his flask of holy water.

But he wasn't quick enough.

The demon simply flicked a finger, and Dean was hurled and plastered to the wall. She- it - made its way over to Dean, an expression of disappointment on its face. "I was really hoping to leave you out of this, Dean. Your brother's the one I got beef with."

This demon knew Sam? That was never good. "What do you want with Sam?"

It smiled. "Nothing much. Just him writhing on a hook and begging me to kill him.

Like hell this thing was laying a finger on his brother. "Not gonna happen, black eyes. Sam's too smart for that."

The thing laughed. "He wasn't when he was all alone at Stanford. Me and him had one hell of a time back then."

Dean frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Laughing, the thing rested an ironically feminine and delicate hand on Dean's shoulder, the way one would if with an old friend. "You ever notice those big nasty scars on Sam's back? Look a lot like whip lashes? The way he walks with a limp after hitting his foot? Or maybe his fear of clowns?" The grin widened, looking so horrible on its face, "That was all me, buddy."

"You son of a bitch!" Dean shouted furiously. He couldn't believe this- this damn demon had tortured his litter brother without him ever knowing. Why the hell had Sam never told him?

"All I wanted was a miracle, Dean. Kid kept saying he had no idea what I was talking about. Turns out I was right along."

"You're not. Sammy's not some side-show for you and your friends to do whatever you want with."

"Alright, PITA, preach it to someone who cares. We've got ourselves a bit of a conundrum here now, Dean-o."

"Oh, yeah? What's that?"

"I want your brother. But instead, I've got you. What do you think I should do about that?"

Dean did not like where this was headed. "You could always go screw yourself." He suggested with a classic Dean Winchester smugness.

It laughed. "Cute. But no. I was thinking that you and I go off on our own and wait for Sammy to stop by."

Crap... "He won't. He's too smart for that."

"Oh, I don't doubt that he's smart. I just know how damn emotional he is. Especiawy when it comes to big bwover." It pinched Dean's cheeks together, giving his head a forced shake. "He'll come for you. Especially once he hears you screaming."

Dean rolled his eyes, hiding his fear with cockiness and sass. "Good luck with that, sweetheart."

It smiled. "Thanks, Dean. But trust me." The grin got eerier. "I won't need it."

Dean was supposed to pick him up twenty minutes ago. When Dean was late, he'd usually call, or ask Sam what he wanted for dinner. This time though, there was nothing.

But- Sam was a fairly patient guy. He'd walked to the library, and sent Dean a text when so he finally got his ass back to him, he'd know where to find him.

After another fifteen minutes, Sam's phone buzzed.

About time.

Sam stepped outside and answered his phone. "You get my text about the library?"

Silence.

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"D-Don't listen to him, Sammy!"

Him? Him who?! "What's going on?! Dean, where are you?"

He heard the start of Dean's voice, but then he heard what sounded like a punch, followed by Dean's pained grunt. Then, Sam heard another voice.

"Don't worry too much, Sammy. He's with me."

Dammit... Dammit, dammit, dammit! Sam should have known splitting up was a bad idea! His fists clenched. "Who is this?"

"Aww, Sammy, after everything we've been through did you really forget me?"

"Pissed off a lot of things in my time. What makes you so special?"

"Funny you should say that... Cuz that's the exact same question I asked you."

Sam's stomach dropped.

"'Show me what makes you so special...'

'Remember, Sammy, I'll stop as soon as you show me a miracle...'

There was a brief chuckle behind him, and then Sam felt the impact of the whip on his back...

'You had enough yet?'

'I-I have no idea what you're talking about!'...

Right before the exorcism finished, the demon uttered three words that sent a chill down Sam's spine.

'I-I'll be back...'"

"Raef..." Sam breathed out.

"There's my boy!" Sounded like it was wearing a woman this time. Sam didn't really give a damn as to what it looked like though, not when it had his brother captive.

"What do you want, Raef?" Sam hadn't thought one year was enough time to say goodbye to his brother, he was far from ready to let anything happen to him now.

"Yknow, your brother asked the same thing, and I'll tell you what I told him. You."

There was no hesitance. "Fine. Let Dean go and I'm all yours."

Even though the phone was nowhere near Dean, Sam could hear his undoubtedly furious protests at Sam for being so willing to sacrifice himself to save Dean. Damn hypocrite.

"See, I heard you finally grew a pair while I was downstairs, because of you, as I recall. But yknow what else I head down there?"

Just let Dean go already. "What did you hear?"

"That even though hurting you works wonders on your pride, I know what hurts you most."

No... Don't say it... "Oh, yeah? What's that?"

Sam swore he could hear Raef smirking. "Hurting your brother."

Making Raef think he was wrong may be Sam's only option, so he tried to bluff. "You really think so, huh?" A strike at Raef's ego couldn't hurt either, right? "Or maybe you're just too scared to take me on without Dean as your meatshield." Please buy it, please buy it, pleas buy it!

"Nice try, Sam, but you're not fooling anybody. And I can prove it." Silence erupted on the other end once more.

What did Raef me-... Oh, God, no. "W-wait, Raef, don-"

It was muffled through the phone, but there was no doubt that the sound now echoing through Sam's head was his big brother's scream.

"Broken pinkie toe. You remember that one, right, Sammy?"

"You son of a bitch!" Sam was fuming. He could feel his nails digging crescent shapes into his palm from how forcefully he was pressing into it.

"If you can manage to find us, then we'll talk. Until then, your brother's gonna be in a lot of pain, Sammy. Best of luck to you."

The call ended before Sam could say anything else.

Heart slowly sinking to the pit of his stomach, Sam closed his eyes, trying to forcibly shove away his compromising and unhelpful feelings. His brother was missing, but the desire to punch a hole in the wall was gonna do jack when it came to trying to find him.

Sam was gonna find Dean. And he was gonna make damn sure Raef never screwed with him or his family ever again.

AN: I just wanted to jump right on into the action in this one. I was gonna have my next story be the Sam and Meg requests, but I've yet to get any, so here we are. Hope you're enjoying the story so far, and I will post the next one soon! Speaking of next chapter, here's the-

Sneak Peek: "The whipping started again, and besides, 'make it stop, God, please!' Dean had only one thought;

'Sammy, please hurry...'"

Angst is bae. EXCEPT FOR THE ANGST OF THE MIDSEASON FINALE. PARDON MY OBNOXIOUS CAPSLOCK BUT THAT WAS SO UNCALLED FOR. IF YOU WANNA VENT GO AHEAD AND MESSAGE ME. Or drop a review, those are also nice. *Inserts casual and shameless plea for reviews*