Dean walked outside, his bag over his shoulder. He looked around for Sam but only saw the empty Impala.

"Sam...Sam!" Dean rushed around the car frantically, screaming Sams name. He got his phone and speed dialed Sam, which rang for a few times before someone picked up.

"Sam, where the hell ar-" Dean was intertupted by a deep laughter coming from the other side of the line.

"Dean, Dean, Dean, you're so funny when your mad," a deep voice answered seductiely.

"Who the hell are you and where the hell is Sam!" Dean yelled at the phone, anger pumping through him like fire.

"Don't you recognize me Dean, I'm closer than you think. Your poor little Sammy if safe, for now,"

Dean looked around, making notice of every place that someone could hide behind or in.

"Stop looking, you'll never find me," the deep voice answered as he finished scoping the parking lot out.

"Tell me who the hell you are and I won't make the torture last to long when I find you," Dean spoke through his teeth, his voice low a menacing.

"Only IF you can find me," The deep voice laughed. Dean's nerves were wearing thin. His baby brother was taken and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Just tell me who the fuck you are!" Dean screamed at the phone. The laugher from the other side of the line didn't stop.

"Ha I'll give you a hint. I'm the reason you scream at night." Dean's eyes widened as the last words slipt out of the man's mouth.

"Alastair..." Dean whispered as he looked down. The thought of what Alastair had done to him, for so long, it haunts him every living hour.

"Bingo! Now that you finally figured that out, time to get to the fun part. Meet me at that abandoned factory outside of your town and I'll give back little Sammy. Wouldn't want to harm his sexy ass." Alastairs voice slipped seductively through the phone speaker.

"I swear to God If you fucking touch him-" Dean started getting into the car to drive to the factory.

"Oh please Dean...What are you and God going to do! I mean come on Dean! Do you even have faith?" Dean stopped dead in his tracks. Did he have faith? Even he didn't know the answer to that question.

"I thought so, so goodbye and I'll see you soon, I'll have Sam waiting with me, don't take to long." Alastair hung up and the phone went dead. Dean slammed his hands onto the steering wheel, thinking 'why does this crap always happen to us.' He prayed for Castiel to help him at all, since the angel said he was his guardian or something, he might as well trust him. He was the one who brought him out of Hell anyway, but he got no answer from the short angel. He started the car and started driving, the factory was about 20 miles from where he was and he must have hit a record time, getting there in 8 minutes. He got his shotgun and holy water then raced to the door to the huge old factory. He swung the door open to see that it wasn't a factory at all. I was a white room with bright lights and blood splattered everywhere. He turned around quickly to run away but there wasn't a door anymore, just blood walls. His eyes widened as he looked around for something, anything at all that could help him.

He saw a door in the far corner that had a spotlight on it. He knew it was probably a trap but it was the only thing he could do more then sit in this big room and rot to death. He ran to the door ad swung open the door, keeping his gun pointed toward the pitch black room. Unable to see anything, he blindly walked in, then the lights flashed brightly on, and he saw the room. Sam was strapped to a chair in the middle of the large room, covered in cuts and bruises, especially a large black bruise on his head, that was all that was in the room. Dean ran over to Sam to help him.

"Sam are you ok?" Dean quickly spoke as he undid the straps that held Sam to the metal chair.

"I'm fine. Sore, but fine. My head hurts a little and I don't remember much." Sam spoke blindly, looking up at Dean in a blurry way. Dean knew right away that Sam had a concussion and knew that right when he found Alastair, he was going to kill him. He heard some noise behind him and spun around gun pointed up and was shoved into the nearest wall, his gun knocked out of his hand and flung across the floor. Sam was to weak to get out of the chair so he just stayed slumped down in the seat. A figure walked out from the shadows in the corner of the room.

"Hello Dean, nice to finally see you again. Have you introduced me to your little Sammy? He might not know who I am," the demon spoke with an upbeat tone ringing in his voice. Sam looked at the demon then towards Dean, as if asking who it was, knowing he was important to Dean but not sure how. Dean looked sadly at Sam, trying to answer the question without saying the dreaded name of his past torturer. He had talked a little about Alastair after he got back from Hell, but nothing much. He felt a slight breeze hit him and looked at Dean and could tell he felt the same thing. They looked at each other puzzled, then Deans face showed understanding.

"Well, if you won't introduce me, I might as well myself. My names Alastair! Nice to finally meet you, Dean talked quite a bit about you," Alastair smiled as he stared at Sam's expression. Sam knew exactly who Alastair was, and knew the impact he had on Dean. He looked at Sam sympathetically.

"You said you'd give me back Sam if I came," Dean growled from between his teeth. Alastair smirked.

"Did you really think it was going to be that easy." Alastair laughed as he turned toward Sam who was trying to get up. Alastair went and pushed him back down, more easily than Dean thought possible. 'Sam must be hurting' Dean thought sadly.

"No I didn't, but I brought backup," Dean smiled as Castiel came out from behind him, wielding an angel blade.

"You brought your little angel boyfriend to your rescue, that's adorable," Alastair cackled as he stared at the two men. Castiel stared confusingly at Alastair while Deans cheeks blushed.

"It is not just me," Castiel spoke in his gruff voice. From behind him there was more noise and three more angels walked out and circled Alastair.

"Really...and who are you three supposed to be.

"Baltazar," One of them answered.

"Michael," The second one answered.

"Sammandriel," The last one spoke.

The all were holding angel blades, which could easily kill Alastair. The demon looked around, he wasn't expecting this, this was not going as he planned, he was trapped.

"Alright fine, I'll give Sam back. But don't you want to know more about those dreams you've been having Dean. Because I know what's causing them, and I can control them any way I want." Alastair smiled.

"You can't control them if you're dead," Dean answered straight-forward. Castiel and the group of angels got their blades ready to kill the small demon.

"Right, but that doesn't mean that they will stop." Alastair spoke as he slowly walked towards Dean, but was stopped by the angels.

"Wow touchy about the property are we? Are you all in a relationship together?" Alastair stared at all the angels. They were being very protective of the puny human.

Castiel sent a mental note to all the other angels that if he took one more step towards Dean, that they were allowed to kill him. He also sent it to Dean, even though Dean couldn't answer back. Dean nodded and glanced at Castiel, knowing he sent him that thought.

"So what will it be, your brother or your dreams," Alastair answered as he took one more step forward. All at once all the angels pounced on him, their angel blades ready for attack. Castiel picked up Sam and followed Dean out the door and through the large room to outside, where Castiel gently set Sam down in the back seat. He slowly healed Sam enough to where he wasn't in much pain.

"Do you think your angel buddies will be fine," Dean asked as Castiel got out of the car.

"Yes, they will easily be able to defeat one demon." Castiel spoke matter-of-factly.

They heard screaming from inside the abandoned factory and knew that it was Alastair's last words. Dean heard one final scream before it all went silent, and they all knew Alastair was gone. Behind the Impala, the three angels appeared, little speckles of blood over their clothes and skin, their blades dripping.

"The demon has been removed," Sammandriel spoke and stepped forward.

"We'll see you later," Baltazar spoke as the trio disappeared.