Supernatural: The Usual Suspects

A/N: I'm back! So, here's the next chapter and you all will finally find out what happen to Sam, which I'm sure has been bugging you all. *smiles evilly*

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CHAPTER THREE: KIDNAPPED…AGAIN

"They have taken crafty counsel against thy people, and consulted against thy hidden ones."

Psalms 83: 3

Earlier the night before, Sam had worked on trying to crack the password for another thirty minutes and then finally gave up, sighing. 'Maybe I should call up Penelope.' But he then decided against it after checking his watch; it was late and he really needed to get some sleep since he was starting to develop a headache, which didn't mean a vision for once.

Stretching, Sam collected his jacket and flashlight, and left the office, making sure that the door was completely shut and locked. Once in the hallway, he made sure that the area was clear and began heading for the nearest stairwell; he was halfway down the hallway when he sensed something heading his way.

Acting fast, he spun around, his right hand in front of him, and the dark figure that was about to jump froze in mid-air, caught.

"Hey, Greg, I guess no one told you that I can sense demons now."

Greg snarled, his eyes charcoal black as he struggled to break free, clutching a syringe in one gloved hand. "Let me go!"

"Not until I get some answers," Sam retorted, using his ability to free the syringe from the demon's grip and had it fly into his left hand without getting hit by the needle. "So, are you just sight-seeing or is there a particular reason for you to be in Baltimore?"

"Like I'm going to tell you anything!" Greg snarled and promptly dropped a flash bomb, which blinded Sam long enough for him to lose his concentration; taking advantage of the blinded hunter, he tackled the tall man, wrestling for the syringe.

Sam's eyes cleared just in time to have Greg inject whatever was in the syringe into his arm, and he ended up passing out…again.

Greg sighed and sat back on his heels. "Bloody hunter." 'Of course, Azazel will probably kill me, but if I can figure out why the Winchesters are heading for Ilchester, then that might make the boss-man happy.'

"Greg! What're you doing?!" Justin yelped, dropping a box of electronic parts he'd just bought; after completing his mission of spying on the hunters and the FBI a few months ago, he'd been partnered up with Greg, and they'd been assigned to Maryland, along with five other demons, to monitor the state, especially the convent in Ilchester and Father Albert West.

Justin hadn't been thrilled about being partnered up with Greg, who had an annoying habit of leaving dirty dishes, half-eaten food, and trash around, and more than once he'd found one of his soda drinks sitting on a piece of sensitive equipment. Now the jerk had Sam Winchester locked up in his "interrogation room"!

Greg smirked as he looked back toward the observation room and Sam, who was strapped to a metal table, several IVs running into his arms, a heart monitor attached to his left hand, and was muttering even though he was clearly unconscious. "Hey, Justin. I'm just finding out what the Winchesters are doing in Maryland, and Sammy here is telling me everything into a recorder."

"Recorder?" Justin went to the window and peered into the room, his heart sinking when he saw that an electronic device sitting on a table near Sam's head. "Damn it, Greg! That's my recorder! I keep all my notes on it!" and he looked ready to kill his partner as he faced him. "Just how many times do I have to tell you not to touch my equipment?!"

Greg hastily raised his hands. "Hey, don't worry, Justin, I made sure to switch out the tape first so none of what you've been recording is gone."

Justin groaned and rubbed his forehead, wondering for the hundredth time what'd he done to get someone like Greg for a partner? "Fine, but why did you kidnap Sam Winchester? Azazel made it clear that we're not suppose to harm any of the special children until it's time for the next phase of the plan."

"Yeah, and he also wanted us to keep tabs on the Winchesters and find out what they're doing in Maryland," said Greg, his arms folded, "and that's what I'm doing. I'm keeping Sam sedated and I'm finding out what he knows and why they're here."

'We're so screwed.' "Well, your timing is horrible, Greg," Justin snapped. "Azazel's is having his top lieutenants go to all of the posts, including ours, to check on things, and if one of them sees this-"

"Unfortunately for you to, I have," Andrew growled, making the two demons jump and looked at him guiltily. "Care to tell me exactly what is going on here?" he demanded, storming past them and into the room; he turned off the recorder, snatched up a chart and was checking Sam's vitals as they, reluctantly on Greg's part, followed him in.

"I – I was out on patrol earlier and I spotted the Winchesters entering this building and figured they were investigating this lawyer that'd been killed in there a few days ago," Greg explained. "And…well, I know Azazel wanted to find out what they were up to and why they were heading to Ilchester, so I followed them in, waited until Sam was alone… and nabbed him."

Andrew frowned, finished checking the chart, and promptly threw it at Greg's head, forcing the demon to duck. "You stupid fool! You don't combine these sorts of drugs together! You could've killed him!" he then ordered Justin to help him to remove the IVs and set up a new one, in which he set up two bags with a mixture that would keep the young hunter sedated and flush the other drugs out of his system at the same time.

Once that was done, Andrew handed the Justin the recorder. "Transcribe everything that he said." And then faced Greg, who realized that he was in the infamous dog house. "As for you, Greg, I've told you repeatedly to leave the medical stuff to those of us who are trained; now, once I'm certain that Sam isn't going to die on us because of your blunder, I want you to return him to where you found him, and get back here right away. I'm gonna have to report this to Azazel, and you better hope that he's in a good mood."

Greg just swallowed and nodded, not trusting his voice while Justin hurried out to start transcribing the recording, glad that he wasn't in Greg's shoes right now.

In Lafayette, Indiana, Scott Carey and his father, Eli, were at the local grocery store, shopping; it'd been several weeks since Gordon had been arrested for almost killing them, and in that time, Scott hadn't had anymore nightmares about the yellow-eyed man and had even taken the pictures down from the inside of his closet.

He was wearing brown leather gloves on his hands, claiming that he was suffering from an allergic reaction whenever someone inquired about them, and was also working at a local auto shop; he was also getting ready to go to the local college, and was much more social…in other words, his life was taking a turn for the better, and even Dr. Waxler was impressed by his improvement.

"I didn't expect you to use some of your first paycheck to help with the shopping," Eli remarked as they carried the bags out to the parking lot and headed for the car.

Scott smiled. "Well, after all that's happen, it's only fair that I should help out more around the house and pay rent…at least until I decide to get my own place."

Eli chuckled. "Get through college first and then you can think about getting your own place, son," he suggested and Scott rolled his eyes, but he was also smiling, which was wonderful for them both.

Little did either of them know, they were being watched. Hidden behind a tree was Kubrick, who was closely watching his target and the target's father load their groceries into the car and drive off; making a note in his personal log, he got into his own car and followed. After his visit with Gordon, he'd decided to handle Scott Carey himself, instead of handing it to someone else, and had spent the last week watching the kid and his father in order to figure out their routine and how much time they spent together, including where.

He'd noted that Scott spent most of his time either at work, at home, hanging out with a few friends, or running errands with his dad, and had yet to see anything to hint that he had the ability to electrocute someone, save for the gloves he always wore on his hands. However, he trusted Gordon and would wait for the right moment to eliminate Scott.

In Peoria, Illinois, Ava was at her home and was finally telling Brady the truth, which included why she'd ran off to Lafayette, Indiana.

"So let me get this straight," Brady said slowly, and was looking a bit overwhelmed. "Those nightmares are actually visions of people who are about to die, and when you were a baby, some demon named Azazel entered your parents' home when you were six months old, and fed you some of its' blood? And here I thought you ran off because of pre-wedding jiggers."

Ava nodded eagerly. "Exactly! And in Lafayette, Indiana, there's a guy named Scott Carey, who has the ability to electrocute someone if he wanted to, and I met Sam Winchester, who also has visions like me and many other abilities, too; there are others out there with abilities, Brady, and all those stories we heard about demons and other supernatural creatures are true!"

Brady was stunned. "I can't believe that I'm gonna say this, but I believe you, Ava, I do."

Ava was relieved. "Thanks, Brady, that means a lot." And they hugged and shared a kiss.

"Well, now that you're back, shall we focus on the wedding plans, sweetie?" Brady asked after ending the kiss, mainly because of the need to breath, and Ava nodded, excited. "All right!"

WHAM!

Justin cringed as Greg was sent flying across the room and through one of the walls, leaving behind a hole shaped just like him. 'Good thing there's just an empty room on the other side of that wall.' And cringed again when he heard the demon collide with the cement floor. 'Okay, that's gotta hurt.'

After he'd finished the transcription, Justin had given it to Andrew, who immediately went to contact Azazel while Greg left to return Sam to the office building, and he quickly went to work on one of his projects, dreading as to what their boss's response would be.

What Justin hadn't expected, was for Andrew to return with Azazel himself! He'd been fine-tuning an invention that, he hoped, would help in finding the location of the Devil's Gate, and turned when the door opened.

"Sir!"

"I'm glad to see that you're keeping busy, Justin," Azazel said, walking around the room that was nearly completely full with electronic equipment, pausing now and then to examine certain half-built projects, and then stopped in the middle of the room, nodding with approval. "Very busy indeed."

"T-thank you, sir," Justin stammered, both pleased and nervous. 'I'm glad that he's in a good mood right now, but I'm dreading how he'll react when Greg gets back.'

When Greg did return, looking on the pale side, Azazel ignored him at first, questioning Justin about his various projects and his progress on being to track every hunter in the world no matter where they were or what they were doing.

"I'm making progress, sir," Justin confirmed, "but it'll be a while yet since reports are still vague about the exact number of hunters that are still alive."

"Well, keep working on it," Azazel instructed and then turned his eerie yellow eyes onto Greg, who gulped. "Now what should I do about you, Greg? Andrew told me about your decision to kidnap Sam Winchester, going against my orders to leave him alone, and I also read the transcription of what you managed to get out of him, too."

Greg gulped again as Azazel stalked around him, unsure of whether he would survive this lecture or not.

"I do admit that I am concern that the Winchesters are heading to Ilchester to investigate the convent and talk with Father West," Azazel continued, "but I'm displeased that you would disobey me like this!"

Greg yelped when he suddenly flew across the room and crashed through the wall into the room beyond with a resounding THUD!

Both Andrew and Justin exchanged grim looks as Azazel stormed across the room, climbed through the hole, and then they both winced and cringed as a series of pounding, thumping, thudding, and yelping sounds came out of the room, followed by Azazel's shouts.

After a few more seconds, it went quiet and Azazel reappeared in the room, a calm expression on his face, while Greg, bruised, bleeding, and dazed, climbed back into the room through the hole shaped like him. "Let this be a lesson to you both, no demon is allowed to touch my special children until I give the go ahead. Andrew, go to Spain, find Greg's bones, and burn them please."

Greg panicked. "What-? No!"

Azazel ignored him and nodded to Justin. "I'll be sending someone soon to be your new partner, Justin, keep up the good work."

"Yes, sir."

Both Azazel and Andrew disappeared, and a few minutes later, both Greg and his meat suit, were soon a pile of smoldering ashes.

Sam wasn't sure of how long he was unconscious, or even where he was, but when he did regain consciousness, he felt as if his head was going to either fall off, explode, or both; once he could focus, he found himself crammed into a closest. 'How'd I end up here?' Groaning, he shoved himself into a sitting position and, after he was certain that he wouldn't pass out, managed to use his ability to open the door, and crawled out.

'I'm still in the office building,' he realized, recognizing the hallway after a few seconds, and recalled what happen. 'Stupid demons.' He then carefully got to his feet, staggered slightly, and then slowly made his way toward the stairs, keeping on hand on the wall so that he wouldn't fall flat on his face.

A/N: So much for Greg, and now you all know where Sam has been this entire time. R&R everyone!