(Sorry for the short chapter I haven't had much time so it's kinda rushed.)

Sam had done everything he could think of.

He done research galore, tried to imagine what the man who had Dean could possibly want revenge for, and he'd even tried praying to Cas, not that that did much good.

The only thing left to do was actually go and search each place. It wasn't smart considering he had no back up, but if that's what it took to get Dean back. Well he didn't care how long it took to search each place he'd find him.

He grabbed the keys to the Impala and quickly took off to location number one. It was an old mental facility just on the edge of the town.

He drove while listening to Dean's music and laughed at how he used to hate this stuff, now, well now everything else seems like crap.

He pulled up at Coster's Mental House and scoffed at their slogan, 'Where crazies are treated with care!' That's not exactly comforting.

The building itself was 4 stories and it looked as if it could come crashing down any minute.

On the inside all the walls were covered in dirt. Sam ran his finger down one and a distinct line could be seen where he'd dragged his finger thrqough the filth.

The floor was just as bad if not worse. He couldn't imagine anyone being able to breath here let alone keep someone here.

He checked anyway. Room to room he searched for anyone.

He had given up and was leaving when his cell rang.

-/-/-/-

After the torture session Dean was, surprisingly, conscious.

He was once again tossed over the big guys shoulder and carried down the long hall. This time however he was carried through a red set of doors and into what appeared to be a type of kitchen.

It was small and mostly empty. A few utinsals laid around, but he didn't understand why they were taking him here.

It made since when they turned a corner and opened a steel door. Apparently the torture wasn't quite over yet.

They tossed him into the walk in freezer and shut the door behind them.

Dean tried to stand, but immediately collapsed back to the ground. With a groan he banged his head on the ground and instantly regretted the action.

He looked around at the blue frosty walls and concrete floor. There were a few types of food and as he looked over them he realized they all came from the same place, Megalows. He hoped that meant he was close to their factory or store.

If so he could tell Sammy and hopefully be found sooner. If he was wrong though... Well he didn't really want to know what would happen to him.

He knew he needed to get up and move around, but with five stab wounds, a dislocated shoulder, countless cuts and bruises, and let's not forget the broken ankle, wrist, and fingers it made it just a little bit hard. Not to mention the broken rib and, since he was coughing up blood, he figured there was probably some internal damage.

Let's just say he wasn't moving anytime soon.

He tried keeping his mind off the cold by thinking about everything and anything.

Around thirty minutes later the door opened.

The 'boss' walked in with a gun and grabbed Dean's phone quickly dialing Sam's number.

"Hello Sammy. I would like to inform you of who I am. In case you haven't figured it out I'm Andris Bloke. You brother is not in the best condition and I'm no nurse but I'd have to guess he will be dead before the day is over. So, I am now offering you your final goodbye." He held the phone next Dean's ear.

Dean could hear Sammy saying some dopey crap, but instead of listening smiled real big at Andris.

He put all the effort into getting the words out clear, "Hospital 2005 Megalows Hurry."

The last thing heard on either side was the sound of a gun going off.

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