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Summary: It's been two years since those four hellish days. Sam have been trying to cope with abuse he endured during the time Children Services had taken him away. Things start to go back to normal when they get a visit from someone from their past.

Chapter 1

Two years later (1999)

Sam had just gotten home from school. They were staying in South Dakota. John and Dean were out doing research on a vengeful spirit that was killing people on a particular road on the side of town. Sam knew once they got home hat he too would have to help with research, so he wanted to have his homework done before they got home. Sam's cell phone rang in his pocket and he rolled his eyes before answering it.

"Hello... Hey Dean... Yeah just got home... How's it going?... Yeah, I know... Whatever Dean... How long... Oh okay... See y'all when you get home... Bye Dean... Jerk"

Sam hung up the phone, smiling. As annoying as his brother could be deep down he really loved Dean's teasing.

An hour later, Sam was sitting at the table finishing up the last of his homework when John walked in the motel room.

"Hey, Dad," Sam said not really looking up.

"What are you doing?" John asked, walking over to the bed putting his duffel bag down.

"I just finished my homework. Dean said you were on your way home. Did you bring the book?"

"What book? Oh Dean said he was going to bring the lore book. Where is he anyway?"

Sam looked up at his Dad, with fear in his eyes. "I thought Dean was with you."

"We separated," John said. "I left him at the library."

Sam got up from the table and rushed over to the bed where he had left his phone. What happened just two years ago was still fresh in Sam's mind. He didn't like being away from his small family for long periods of time. He didn't worry coming home to an empty room because he knew that Dean was with his Dad. But now knowing that his father had left Dean at the library alone, he got scared. With his phone in his hand, he searched down his contact list until he got to Dean's name and pressed the call button. The phone rang. Sam's heart skipped a beat. The phone rang again. Please be there. Please be there. The phone rang again. Sam glanced over at his Dad who was sitting on the other bed watching Sam intently.

The phone rang one final time and then clicked.

"Hey kiddo," Dean said

"Dean," Sam said letting out the breath he was holding.

"Yeah, what's up?" Dean's voice turned slightly worried.

"You okay?" Sam asked, still upset over the fact that his brother hadn't answered the phone right away and had frightened him.

"Yeah, Sammy. I'm fine. Where's Dad? Didn't he get home yet?"

"Yeah, he's here."

"Sammy, what's wrong?" Dean asked, clearly hearing the fear in his brother's voice but confused as to why Sam should sound like that. Their Dad was with the kid so he was obviously safe.

"Nothing," Sam lied. "When are you getting home?"

"Sammy," Dean wheedled, getting into the Impala. He could read his brother like a book and he knew when the kid was lying, he didn't even have to be looking at Sam to know when the younger boy wasn't being completely honest.

"Just a bad feeling," Sam said finally. "I thought you and Dad were together. And when he told me that you two split up, I got worried."

"Sammy, we're fine. I'm alright. Look, I'm on my way home, now. Got it?"

"Okay." Sam said a small smile on his lips.

"Sammy, Oh shit..." Dean screamed into the phone, forgetting he was still talking to his brother in his panic.

Sam heard Dean scream and what sounded like the brakes squealing. His heart leaped into his throat and the phone nearly slipped from his lax fingers.

"Dean! Dean!" Sam yelled into the phone, panic-stricken. John got up and rushed to his younger son's aide.

"Give me the phone," John demanded, not even waiting for Sam to do as he asked but prying the device from the boy's hand and placing at his own ear.

"Dean! Answer me!" John said sternly. He could tell that the phone hadn't disconnected, there was no dial tone.

The man standing over an unconscious Dean Winchester grabbed the phone from the young man's limp hand and answered.

"Hello, John," Johnson said. "Long time. Well, now I have who I really wanted. If you want him back come get him. Bring Sam." The phone went dead in John's ear.

"Sonofabitch!" John screamed throwing the phone across the room. Sam stared wide-eyed at his father. Something was very, very wrong.

TBC

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Mandancie