Wow I don't know why but this chapter has been a killer to write, hope you'll like it…

Chapter 4

Dean leaned back on the hard wooden chair, which he had positioned in front of the motel room door. Casually sharpening his knife on a small whetstone, he paused momentarily to glance up as Sam moved across the room. Sam took a seat on his bed, resting his back against the headboard. He grudgingly picked up a slice of cold pizza from the box which was laid open in front of him and took a small bite. "So this is your big plan Dean? We sit here, eating take out and just wait?" Sam asked suddenly breaking the silence, which had hung in the air too long between them.

"I don't hear you coming up with anything, dad's not answering his cell so we wait till we hear from him" Dean replied tersely.

"What if the weirdo's got him?" Sam whispered his sarcastic tone quickly changing to one of concern.

Dean continued to sharpen his knife only with more force this time, his grip on the handle making his knuckles turn white. He was becoming increasingly convinced he was going to sharpen the damn thing till the blade was destroyed. He hated this, hated being left behind on a hunt especially when he didn't have any idea where his dad had gone or even what he was hunting. "Dad can handle himself" Dean replied peering at the clock, "a few more hours and he'll be back, then he'll tell us what's going on".

"Yeah, like that's ever going to happen" Sam grumbled getting up from the bed and starting to pace angrily. "Who are you trying to convince, me or you?"

"Sam!" Dean spat out exasperated, throwing his knife down.

Sam went to yell back but was interrupted by a sudden loud banging at the motel door. Dean rose quickly from the chair, instinctively moving himself to stand in front of Sam but Sam huffed and pushed forward so that he was standing side by side with his brother. Dean shot him a look, which said without the need for words 'well, if you die bitch, I'll kill you' and Sam answered by flashing a small dimpled grin. Their earlier bickering quickly forgotten.

The banging continued and they reached for their weapons. Finally the door gave in to the battering it was being given and flew open, large pieces of wood splintering and shooting off across the room as the door crashed into the wall. Three huge guys piled in and for a moment Sam was oddly relived because they were big guys and they looked pissed as hell but he and Dean had faced worse odds before and come out on top. His relief was short lived however when he heard the motel bathroom window smash and turned just in time to see two more guys clambering through the opening, oblivious to the shards of glass cutting into their hands.

One of the guys stood at the door walked towards them, stepping carefully over the pieces of broken doorframe. His hair was a brilliant white, strands of it hanging limply over his deathly pale face. He opened his mouth wide as though he was trying to show them his biggest best smile. Dean and Sam watched in horror as rows of sharp pointed teeth appeared and the smile became a dreadful macabre grin. The white haired man raised his hand like he was giving a signal and then, all hell broke loose.

Dean took the first hit, a sharp blow to the stomach but he went down throwing punches. Sam dived forward to pick up Dean's fallen knife and slashed blindly out with it. He yelled in surprise as a foot connected with the back of his knee, forcing him to the floor grunting in pain. He raised his head just in time to see a baseball bat connecting with the back of Dean's skull. The blow seemed to happen in slow motion and all Sam could do was cry out for his brother as Dean collapsed with a sickening thud. In the commotion, Sam was scrambling to get up off the floor, the men gathering around him as he tried to reach again for Dean's knife. A foot stamped down on his wrist and he heard himself scream as bones broke. A rough hand took a clump of his hair and pulled his head back sharply so his neck cracked in protest. With brutal, merciless, force his head was smashed onto the hard floor and Sam's world went black as oblivion took him in a warm sweet embrace.

Several hours passed. Consciousness returned to Dean like a hazy fog and it wasn't being kind. His skull felt like it had caved in and he raised a hand to tentatively touch the back of his pounding head, half expecting his fingers to come away covered in brain matter. They came away sticky and wet with his blood but no brain in sight and he let out a relived breath. He tried to sit up but couldn't, realising with despair that he was chained to the wall. He grunted pulling against the chains, straining to get a decent look at his surroundings. He was in a small bare room, which wasn't lit but there was a shaft of soft flickering light coming from underneath the door across from him and he could hear faint voices talking beyond it. Then it hit him hard that Sam wasn't in the room with him. A sudden boost of pure adrenaline pumped though his body, making him yank furiously on the chains. "Sammy?" he screamed, his anger growing more vicious by the second.

In what felt like hours later, when Dean's throat was sore from screaming and his wrists bleeding from struggling against the chains, the door to the room finally opened and a woman entered. She was stunningly beautiful, tall and slender with soft brown hair curling down her back. Dean would have been smitten, in another time, another place. Right now all he could think of was how best to tear her apart. She crouched down in front of him, leaning close to his ear "easy baby, you're so sweet, I bet you taste sweet like your brother".

Dean's eyes widened and he lunged forward reaching to grab at her but the chains yanked him back so he fell hard against the wall. "Don't…." he said breathlessly, "…. don't touch my brother".

The woman stood smiling down on him, relishing how her words had caused him pain. "Do you think daddy cares as much as you do? Do you think he cared when he left you behind at that motel? He may as well have served you both up on a silver platter"

She reached down and gripped his face in an unnaturally strong hold and, leaning forward she gently licked his cheek. Sharp white teeth flashing beneath her blood red lips. Dean squirmed, desperate to break free but found himself unable to pull away.

"Urgh, you are so going down bitch" he said when she eventually released her hold.

"So brave Dean. Your brother was brave too before we broke him" she smiled again, delighting once more as Dean's eyes betrayed his anguish.

Dean lent against the chains "I swear to God, I'm going to kill you" he hissed.

"Don't swear to God Dean, he's not going to help you" With that she turned and stalked out of the room slamming the door behind her.

Dean lent back against the wall, his breathing heavy as his body shook with unbridled rage. Slowly the rage petered out and he was left there, in the darkness, with only his despair for company.