Author's Note: Chapter 3! I hope everyone likes the story so far.

Word Count: 1,282

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestions to torture

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Sam climbed out of the Impala and stretched his long legs. He'd been traveling for two days straight only stopping to switch spots with Bobby every couple of hours. The drive had been long and tedious. Sam wanted to find Dean before it was too late. The what if questions were still going through his head and it made focusing on the search and rescue extremely difficult.

Deans GPS had landed them into the middle of Alaska. Sam hoped Dean was warm and in a cave. If Dean was out in the cold in as bad as shape as Sam thought he was, this will not end well.

"Bobby, this is where the GPS said Dean was?" Sam asked, looking around.

"Yeah but there's nothin' around here," Bobby said.

Oh was Bobby right. The terrain was nothing but snow and trees. The trees had snow on it which made them blend into the background. There terrain was very hilly and it stretches on for miles. If they were going to find Dean, they needed to start now. "Isn't this going to be a joy ride?" Sam muttered going to the trunk pulling out a backpack.

Neither Bobby nor Sam was dressed for this weather. They hadn't been expecting the temperatures to be this cold. Sam rooted around the trunk of the car for clothes. He pulled out an extra sweatshirt and a jacket. He handed the bigger of the two to Bobby. "This is all I could find."

Bobby took the sweatshirt and held it up to his chest. He looked down then up at Sam. The sweatshirt was short but it'd have to do. Bobby pulled it on and Sam had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. The sweatshirt came halfway up Bobby's stomach and the sleeves were too short. His flannel shirt stuck out the bottom and the sleeves of the sweatshirt. Bobby glared at Sam, "Shut your both you damn idjit."

"I'm sorry, it's too funny," Sam chuckled slipping on his own jacket and zipping it up.

"Oh so you get the one that fits you perfectly? I see how it is," Bobby huffed sliding his hands into the front pocket on his sweatshirt.

"'Cuz this is my jacket…?" Sam said, rooting around in the trunk grabbing some more ammo and knives.

"So you give me Deans?" Bobby muttered.

Sam ignored him grabbing Dean's second pistol and shoved it in his waist band. He knew Dean would want that when they found him. He grabbed a flash light and handed it to Bobby. He grabbed Dean's and shoved it in his back pocket. With his hand on the lid of trunk, Sam spotted the first aid kit and a blanket. He quickly grabbed it stowing it in the backpack before shutting the trunk.

"Alright, let's do this." Sam said, slinging the backpack over his shoulders and adjusting it until it was in the right spot.

Bobby turned on his heel and looked out among the snowy trees and hills. "We're on a time line Sam." The sun was setting and they didn't have much time before it would be dark. When it's dark, the temperatures plummet below freezing. They'd have to find Dean and bring him back to the Impala before it got too cold.

"I know Bobby," Sam sighed nodding.

With that, they both started the long trek through the snowy terrain of Alaska looking for Dean.

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Sam blew into his hands trying to warm them up. Night had fallen three hours ago and as soon as the sun set, the cold quickly took the heats job. The search was not going well. They had found several caves but none were the one they needed. Bobby was about to call it quits for the night but Sam wouldn't let him. They weren't leaving Alaska without Dean. The moment they had Dean, they'd leave.

"Sam, we need to take a break, so back to the car and get some rest," Bobby said, placing a hand on Sam's shoulder.

"No, we're not stopping Bobby. Dean wouldn't want us to," Sam moved his shoulder knocking Bobby's hand away.

"It's cold and dark. We ain't gonna find anything right now boy," Bobby sighed. Both of the brothers were so damn stubborn. It's a wonder they ever got anything done.

"I don't care, I'm not resting until I find Dean. He's already been missing for three days. He can't make it that much longer." Sam swung the flashlight around looking at the snow trying to find footprints or something. Anything that would help them find Dean.

"And we're not going to be any help to Dean if we ain't rested," Bobby argued.

Sam ignored Bobby walking farther. He wasn't going to stop now. They were close to find Dean… he could feel it. He glanced up and saw a couple stars. He saw the Northern star and smiled.

"Sammy?" A thirteen year old Dean asked, looking over at his little brother who was laying in the grass beside him.

Sam glanced over at Dean. "Yeah Dean?"

Dean lifted his arm and pointed the Northern star. "You see that star?" Sam nodded. "That star will be able to reunite the two of us."

Sam looked at Dean confused. "What do you mean?"

Dean turned to look at Sam and propped himself up on his elbow. "If I'm ever lost or something's happened that you can't find me, look for that star. It'll guide you back to me."

The younger Sammy nodded and shifted his gaze to the star above them. "Alright Dean, I'll look for that star if I'm ever searching for you."

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The black didn't move as he felt himself being carried out in the cold. He didn't open his eyes. He was limp and let the demon do whatever he wanted to do. He didn't care anymore. He only wanted out. He was pissed that he hadn't been let out yet. A moan escaped his lips as he was dropped to the ground. His leg and collarbone seared in pain. He tried to move but that only made the pain worse. The pain was so bad that he leaned to the side and vomited. He feel back onto the snow wanting to die.

"Now, now Deano, we can't have you vomiting like that. You'll hurt yourself," Aym picked Dean up and placed him against the tree. Dean let him do what he wanted.

Suddenly Dean was being lifted into the air. He left his arms being pulled to the side and more wires wrapped around his wrists. His legs were spread and wires wrapped around his ankles. He cried out in pain as the broken bones were being moved.

Aym look a step back and admired his work. "Aren't you the greatest Christmas decoration?" Like a proud father, Aym look a step back into the darkness.

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"We're getting close Bobby," Sam said with chattering teeth. He glanced up and noticed the Northern star was directly over head. They'd been searching for another two hours. Sam's hands were frozen and he had lost the feeling in his toes a long time ago. He was determined to find Dean tonight. There was no stopping for Sam. It wasn't in his dictionary when it came to looking for Dean.

"You know this how?" Bobby asked, freezing just as much as Sam was.

Sam trailed his flashlight along the ground for Bobby to follow. On the snowy white ground, there was a trail of blood and a set of footprints. Sam and Bobby looked at each other at the same time. They were getting closer.

Dean was just within their grasp…