A most sincere thank you to all those who have read and reviewed. I really appreciate the reviews, and to you lurkers out there, thank you for reading, I really appreciate that as well. Here's another update. I hope you enjoy. I realize that this story is heavy with Supernatural and light with Son's; I apologize for that. It's just I'm more comfortable writting Supernatural and am working on getting comfortable with Son's, because who doesn't love those bad boys.


The words on the lap-top's computer screen once again blurred and Sam rubbed the palms of his hands over his tired eyes. Standing up the lanky hunter closed the lid of his lap-top and walked over to the coffee pot that sat on the old Formica counter of the kitchenette in the latest crap hole that he and his brother had chosen to stay in. Turning his nose up at the sludge that tried to pass it's self off as coffee, Sam poured himself a mug and took a sip.

He spit out the bitter tasting liquid and poured the remainder down the sink. Looking over to the bed that sat closest to the door his brow furrowed. In the past Sam wouldn't have worried, his brother spending the night out with some random girl wasn't all that uncommon, but that was the past; that was before. That was before Lilith, Ruby and the seals. That was before his brother had gone to Hell. That was before; when his brother was his brother and not who he was now.

Sam looked at his watch then back to his brother's bed. It was around nine, the night before, when Dean had left the motel room. Sam winced as he remembered the loud bang the door had made when his older sibling had slammed it shut in his frustration. Sam looked at his watch again the dial telling him that it was now eleven the next morning. Dean had been out for over twelve hours, no call, no sign that he was alright. Sam really began to worry.

Grabbing his duffel from the stained brown and yellow shag carpeted floor, he tossed it onto his bed. He pulled out a fresh set of clothes and quickly stripped out of the sweat pants and tee-shirt he had thrown on after his shower. He had just gotten his second boot on and tied when his cell rang.

"Dean," he questioned as he answered.

"No, it's not Dean, Sammy," a female's voice answered.

Sam stiffened. "Where's Dean? Why do you have his phone," Sam demanded.

The woman laughed, "Oh, Sammy, Dean's right where I left him. I wanted to give you a call and since I don't have your number I figured I would use your brother's phone, he doesn't need it at the moment. How ya been, Sammy? I have heard some very disturbing things lately. I heard that you are traipsing around with a demon and that your brother doesn't approve. Can't really blame him after all; I mean, with all he went through for you. Really, Sammy, is that how you pay someone back?"

"My name is Sam," Sam said emphasizing his name, "and just what exactly do you know about me and my brother?"

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy," The woman said her voice smooth as silk, "I know a lot more than you'd think. For instance, I know that you were chosen by Azazeal for a special purpose and that you and your brother are responsible for his death. I know that your brother sold his soul for you. I had the displeasure of running into your brother during his short stay in Hell. Let's just say that he gave me an all too new reason to want revenge. I know that you tried to trade yours for him and that no one would trade. I know that you teamed up with Ruby and began a crusade to find Lilith and kill her. I know that you have been developing your powers and that you killed Alistair. Oh, Sammy, I know lots more. But, most importantly I know where your brother is now. I know that his fate rests in your hands. How much he suffers is up to you. It's all up to you."

Sam's hands and jaw clenched. This bitch knew where Dean was and from the sounds of it he was in trouble. Reigning in his emotion he replied, "What do you mean how he much he suffers is all up to me? What have you done with him? Where is he?"

"Easy there, Sammy," she retorted, "What I mean is this, if you come out to play I promise that it will be over quickly for Dean; he wont feel a thing. But, if you stay hidden away my associates and I will be forced to try to get your whereabouts out of your brother, and you know as well as I do just how stubborn he can be when it comes to protecting you. It's up to you, Sammy, he can either die quick and painlessly or he can die slow and agonizingly. It's your choice."

"Well, that's a hell of a choice," Sam ground out, "How about neither?"

"Sammy, I'm disappointed in you. I thought you cared more about Dean than that. Oh, well, I guess I'll get to have more fun. I have to admit I was rather looking forward to it. A little payback for what he did to me while we were in the pit. You have my, oh sorry, your brother's number if you should change your mind. Bye, Sammy."

Sam stood still, his phone still pressed to his ear. His mind raced as he processed the conversation. Someone had his brother and from what he could tell they were using Dean to get to him. It also sounded like they were going to use this opportunity to get in a little revenge. Sam knew he couldn't trust what he had been told. He knew that even if he did come out to play, as she had put it, Dean was in for a world of hurt. He had to play this one smart if he was going to get both of them out of this. He needed backup.

Sam pulled his phone away from his ear and searched through the preprogrammed numbers until he found the one he was looking for. He punched the number and waited for the other person to pick up, "Hey, it's me Sam. Look something has happened and I need your help. How soon do you think you can be here?"