AN- SORRY, I AM SO SO SO SORRY. THIS TOOK A RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF TIME TO WRITE. SORRY. :(
Anyways, I am back, with a new chapter of this story. I am surprised that people actually read this.
SpencerRemyLvr-I have returned:)
Fandom-friends- here is your update. Hope you like it.
dixonhpboosh- I love your username. :) And I'm sure that Sammy will be fine.
Nimphidelle- you know I can't kill Sam, at least not without brining him back.
For any of you reading Dead, or Not, I deleted it and I will edit and repost it later, probably over the summer when I have writing time.
Chapter 2
Sam's head hurt, a lot. He felt like it was going to explode, and the jolting of whatever he was in didn't help.
He assumed he was in a large truck of some kind, maybe a moving van; it was probably driving along a grave road, judging by the bumping and turns that the truck pulled.
He had been awake for about an hour with only his thoughts and the bumping of the truck, when it stopped. As Sam crawled closer to the door, he heard voices;
"This isn't your ordinary creature, this thing is special, and it looks almost like an angel."
"There's no such thing as angels, Gordon."
"I know that, but it has huge wings, and he seems to glow a little bit in the dark."
"Alright, bring him out."
Sam prepared himself to run out the door and fly, but as the door opened a crack, a small silver cylinder was slipped into the compartment.
Sam realized what it was a second to late; he was already too dizzy to react. As he passed out, he saw a hand bearing a tattoo of a pentagram open the door.
Dean was pissed. He was very ready to murder something, or someone, if Sam didn't come through the motel door within the next five minutes. He had specifically told his brother to stay in motel rooms to stop him from being abducted and dissected by mad scientists or, worse, another hunter.
His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of wings, and the smell of candy.
"Hey, Dean." Gabriel said quietly.
Dean internally groaned, the news couldn't be good; the annoying trickster/angel was never quiet and never, ever called Dean by his actual name.
"I followed his trail to a side street, but it disappeared there."
Dean sighed, he would never understand how the angel could track his little brother virtually anywhere.
"When Sam became half angel, and I started to teach him about his powers, he became my apprentice of sorts, giving us an apprentice/mentor bond like most full angels." Gabriel stated like it was obvious.
Dean turned to glare at the shorter man; the mind reading was getting increasingly annoying.
"He's gone now Dean, we'll have to find him the mortal way, whatever took him had a warded vehicle. I can't track it." Gabriel muttered, sounding defeated.
"I will find him." Dean promised, "and I will kill whoever, or whatever, took him."
Sam's eyes blinked open slowly, not believing what he saw. He was looking at a hue room full of supernatural creatures, all caged or chained. A huge sign hung over the room, reading; The Collectors Museum of Supernatural Creatures.
And worst of all, Sam stared at all of this through the bars of his very own cage.
AN- im sorry this was so short, but i needed to post this and well, this was the length. i will try for more frequent updates, but no promises. i have finals in February so i actually need to study and i am probably going to be drowned in homework, so i wont have much writing time.
hope you al enjoyed, please review:)
