Thanks to my friend Carla for beta reading and for those who reviewed. Jackie

CHAPTER 2: TAKEN

As soon as Mary had arrived at the parking lot near the school, she stopped the car and frantically ran over towards her sons. Already swollen from crying, she felt the tears well up in her eyes again.

She knew she'd never forget what she saw as she ran across the parking lot. The image of Sam, gently cradling Dean's unconscious form, would forever be burned into her mind.

"My poor Dean!" Mary gasped as she kneeled down alongside of her son and took him into her arms. The young woman's eyes were now completely filled with worry and her lips were trembling.

"Please, God," she prayed silently. "Please let my son be all right - - "She swallowed hard, feeling as though her heart was breaking. Then she remembered that Sam was still at her side.

"Sammy," Mary called desperately. "What happened? Did you call 911?"

The words had barely been spoken when the ambulance and a rescue squad came screeching to a halt nearby..

"Please!" Mary begged frantically. "Please help my son, he's been hurt!"

The paramedic glanced worriedly at the injured boy before him trying to comfort the grieving woman. "We'll do everything we can for him, ma'am."

Mary and Sam watched silently as the rescue workers loaded Dean into the ambulance. Then Mary hugged Sam tightly as the ambulance drove away, its siren screaming.

The doctor worked all night long, cleaning and dressing all of Dean's wounds. Dean's nasty looking wound on his forehead was bleeding profusely and fifteen stitches were needed to close the cuts.

When he finally regained consciousness Dean was considerably shaken up. The doctor had administered the pain medication and Dean's throbbing pain was alleviated. Dean wore a thick white bandage across his forehead.

The doctor shook his head in amazement at the young man's strength. It was a miracle that after suffering a severe head wound with dark bruises and many lacerations on his arm and cheeks that Dean had made it through the night. Dean became more emotionally distressed while at the hospital. With each passing minute, he was becoming increasingly worried that Mad Dog would kill his mother. In spite of the additional stress, he felt well enough to be released from the hospital later that day.

When Mary and Dean arrived home that afternoon, Sam wasn't home from school yet.

Grateful to have her son home, Mary just wanted to give Dean a lot of tender love and care, especially after the ordeal he had just been through. She helped Dean get into bed, then gave him a tender kiss on his forehead.

"Sam should be home from school pretty soon so you get some rest, okay, honey?"

Dean yawned and rested back against the pillow. "Yes, Mom," he replied. "I am a little tired."

Mary gently caressed his bruised cheek, giving him a smile. "I'm going to bake an apple pie for you and Sammy." Then she left Dean's room.

After an extremely harrowing night in the hospital, Mary wasn't actually quite up to baking a pie. But she would do anything for her sons. She loved to bake for her sons and for her beloved husband, John.

A short time later, Sam came home from school.

"Mom, I'm home!" He shouted before seeing Mary in the kitchen. "How's Dean?"

"Hey, Sweetie!" She smiled. "Dean's resting. You can go see him but don't disturb him okay?"

"Okay, Mom!"

Sam knocked on Dean's door before going in. He saw that Dean was waking up from a nightmare.

"Dean!" Sam yelled as he ran over to his brother. "Dean, are you all right?"

Dean nodded weakly. "I'm fine, Sam, just feeling a little drained." Dean felt his heart racing..

"You know you're in a dangerous situation here, Dean." Sam glanced down briefly before looking at his brother face to face. "I saw them, Dean. I saw them running away and they looked really mean!"

Not wanting to answer, Dean shifted uncomfortably in the bed.

Sam continued to plead with his brother. "Dad and Bobby will be home soon - - what are you going to tell mom and dad? Please, Dean, you have to tell them what happened!"

"Sam . . ." Dean began as he sat up in bed, letting out a heavy sigh. "Sammy, I'm not going to tell them anything. - - I can't - - I can't tell them anything! Mad Dog is a dick and - -"

At that moment, Mary came in..

"Boys, is everything all right?"

"Yeah, mom," Dean said, "Everything is fine."

"Are you sure?"

Dean nodded his head slightly.

Just then, Mary had heard a noise and looked towards the door. "What was that?" Still listening, Mary tensed as she heard what sounded like glass breaking. Then her eyes grew wider with fright. "Boys, there is someone is in the house!"

Instantly, Dean grabbed for the knife that he always kept hidden underneath his pillow. Then he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

Fearful for his safety, Mary shook her head. "No! Dean, Sammy - - you both stay right here!"

Dean refused, forcing himself to stand. "Mom," he said, "I'm coming with you. I'm not letting you go by yourself - I'm the man of the house until dad gets back."

Just then Mary glanced away and saw three figures coming towards her and the boys. A few minutes later, Mad Dog burst into the room and swung at Dean. The forceful blow to his stomach knocked the knife out of the injured teens hand. Dean slumped to the floor in a tumbled heap.

One of Mad Dog's gang members, named Lester, grabbed Sam and pushed him down hard. Sam was laying face down on the floor breathing heavy.

An angry Dean focused his hatred on Lester. "I'm going to rip your frickin' lungs out for that, you son of a bitch!"

Then Mad Dog took hold of Dean's arm and dragged him to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Mary was in total shock. She quickly ran towards Sam and gently picked him up. She then tried to get to Dean's knife but the gang members; Tyrone and Lester, stopped her. She huddled against Sam and held onto him tightly.

"Please," she begged, "just leave me and my boys alone . . ."

Tyrone shook his head and picked up the knife.

"Sorry, lady, we can't do that. We've come for your son."

"No!" She screamed, holding onto Sam even tighter than before.

"Relax, lady," Tyrone continued. "We want your other son, Dean. He's comin' with us."

"What do you want with him!" Mary shouted

"You just never mind, bitch!" Tyrone replied, losing his patience with the frightened woman. "Mad Dog will take good care of him."

Mary lunged at Tyrone threatening to scratch his eyes out. With little effort, Tyrone grabbed a hold of Mary's waist.

"Here, Lester," Tyrone said, handing him the knife. "You watch the kid." Then the gang members forced Mary and Sam into the kitchen.

Mary cringed in horror as she watched Mad Dog continuously crushing Dean's neck with the refrigerator door.

"Please stop!" she screamed. "You're hurting him!"

Mad Dog turned around and saw Mary.

"Well, Winchester," he cruelly smirked. "Guess that now is a good time to carve up your pretty mother."

Mad Dog waved the axe that he'd left on the kitchen table in front of Dean's face.

Dean clutched at his throat, making strangled gagging noises. "Please," Dean croaked hoarsely. "Please, Mad Dog, don't! Don't hurt my mother please - I'll go with you willingly."

"But it would give me such pleasure killing your mom." Still smiling, Mad Dog put the axe down and motioned to Dean. "Get up, Winchester!"

Dean struggled to his feet, still clutching his throat.

"Don't worry, Mom," Dean whispered. "Everything will be all right."

Mary glared at Mad Dog. "What the hell are you going to do with my son?"

"That's none of your concern, bitch," Mad Dog barked, motioning for Tyrone. "Hand me the axe, Tyrone."

Tyrone, as well as all of the other gang members, knew that he would have to do whatever Mad Dog ordered. Nobody would ever dare to disobey Mad Dog . . Tyrone thought.

Mad Dog looked directly at Dean. "Turn around, Winchester."

He tied Dean's hands behind his back. and then grabbed the axe from Tyrone. Then, to Mary's horror, he raised his arm and hit Dean with the butt of the axe over his head.

Rendered unconscious, Dean fell to the floor, the back of his head bloodied.

"Oh my God!" Mary screamed. "Dean! Dean!" Deeply worried about her son's recent injuries, Mary struggled to get free to help Dean. "You son of a bitch!" Mary shouted as she broke free from Tyrone's grasp. She slapped Mad Dog hard, just once, across his face.

Tyrone jerked her back. "She needs to be taught a lesson!"

"Just for that, bitch," Mad Dog said coldly, pointing at an unconscious Dean, "your son here will pay the price."

Sam became furious. "You leave my brother alone!"

Mad Dog ignored him and continued to give orders.

"Lester, tie the woman and the kid up."

Lester had just finished tightening the last knot when Mad Dog ordered Tyrone to help him carry Dean.

"Just you know this," Mary angrily proclaimed. "If you kill or hurt my son again, it will be the last thing you ever do!"

Mad Dog grasped her shoulders. "Face it, lady, I'm taking your son. And you will never see him alive again. And there's nothing you can do or say to change that!"

His business ended, Mad Dog gave Mary an evil smile as he and Tyrone lifted Dean between them. Then they left the house and shoved the still unconscious Dean inside the trunk of the car. Mad Dog slammed it shut tight with a satisfactory smile on his rough looking face.

"Come on, let's go," he ordered urgently. They hurried into the car that Mad Dog had stolen. He then erratically drove off at high speeds down the road.

TBC