Sam picked up the ring and put it in his pocket. He was really worrying now. He had rummaged all around the place for hints Dean might have left but found nothing. Sam stopped on alert. There was a rustling in the corner. Sam got out his gun. The creature jumped out at him. Sam gave a sigh of relief. It was just a cat. Sam put his gun away. Maybe Dean was still in the area. Maybe he was hurt?

"Dean!" Sam shouted.

"DEAN!"

A biker had just came out of the bar. He was staring at Sam as he got onto his bike. It had started to rain. Sam decided to desist and got back into the car. He put his head against the steering wheel. What would he do if this was a normal hunt? He would call Bobby.

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Bobby was at home watching TV. He couldn't stand the crap they put on the air but after he got left in a wheelchair there wasn't much he could do anymore. He felt useless, broken down. Bobby sighed and rolled himself into the kitchen. He'd been eating a lot more now as well. He couldn't help it, food just made him feel better. It was times like this he missed his dog, Rumsfeld. Bobby always felt so lonely.

He was halfway through making his sandwich when the phone rang. Bobby rolled over to the phone and answered.

"Yeah?"

"Hey Bobby."

"Sam. It's good to hear from you."

"Yeah, you too. We have a big problem."

"What?"

"Something's taken Dean. I've looked near the place he was taken. All i could find was his ring."

"So why are you calling me? It's not like i'd be much help."

"Because we need to figure out what's taken him. We'd find him faster if you look up what it could be and I carry on searching for signs of where he could be. Cass came to me Bobby. He says Dean's in trouble."

"Okay, just keep your head clear. We'll find him Sam. I promise."

"Thanks Bobby." The line went dead.

Bobby sighed again and went to his library. Those boys are magnets for trouble, he thought, but they are his adoptive sons and he would be willing to do anything for them.

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Dean was getting so used to the darkness he thought he could almost see. He was starving. Oh, God, the things he would do for a bacon cheeseburger right now. He was also scared. He had never seen this many demons and now they're all coming for him? Dean knew they wouldn't keep him alive for much longer and he also knew that it would be damn near impossible for Sam to find him unless Cass was helping, but Dean had a feeling he wasn't. If he was surely they would've found him by now.

Dean sat down on the dirty floor but immediately rose when he heard foot steps outside the door. He backed up as the door opened letting in unbearable light.

"Son of a bitch." Dean covered his eyes slightly and looked at the three demons. The pretty blonde one was obviously the one who was in charge of the other two big men.

"Good morning, Dean." She said. "How did you enjoy your night here?"

"Oh, i had a GREAT sleep, thank you. My head doesn't hurt at all." Dean replied sarcastically.

"Glad to hear it."

"Right, cut the crap. What do you really want?"

"To see your pretty-pretty face stuck in this cage, but you know you wont be in here much longer. We're going to torture you first, then we're going to kill you."

"Great plan, but there's a flaw. You see when I escape, and oh trust me I always do, you're all going to die. Or even if you kill me I'll be bought back from the dead and, er, once again you're all going to die." Dean grinned at them. The blonde demon walked up to him and caressed his face.

"Oh, but you see we know a few tricks." She turned to the other demons. "Boys, take him to the torture room."

They walked up to Dean and pushed him out the door. 'God damn it Sam, you better hurry up', he thought.