Author's Note: Chapter 4! I hope everyone is enjoying this! It's longer than the previous two. I thought I owed you guys that much haha. Anywho, read and enjoy :3

Word Count: 1,562

Rating: T

Warnings: Talk and suggestions to torture

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The Northern star was directly over head as if it was sign. Sam watched it twinkle against the black sky. After a couple more minutes of getting his thoughts collected, Sam looked at Bobby. He was starting to get anxious. They were close to Dean. The blood and footprints had been fresh meaning they had gone through within the last couple of hours. "How much longer?"

"A couple more minutes, be patient boy," Bobby muttered back working on his gun.

Sam sighed and looked around again. He started bouncing on the balls of his feet. He wanted to find Dean. He wanted to make sure that he was okay. What if they got to him and he was dead? Or someone or something else had already gotten to him? What if they were being led on a false trail? What if… what if… what if… Sam shook his head. No. He couldn't think about that right now. He needed to stay focused. Thinking about what could happen wasn't going to help them find Dean. Dean would want Sam to stay focused and find him. He needed to stay focused…

"Sam?"

Sam whipped around looking at Bobby. "What?"

"You alright son? I called your name five times…" Bobby looked at Sam curiously.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. You done?" Sam was still bouncing on the balls of his feet. Every second that ticked by, he was getting more anxious if that was even possible.

"Calm down Sam. Yes I'm ready. You know the plan, let's go." Bobby jerked his head towards the path of footprints and blood.

"Right," Sam nodded and began following the path of blood.

Sam swept the ground and the area around him while he walked. It was dark which made seeing things hard. He made sure to keep his eyes on the blood. With every step, the blood got thicker and there was more of it. It didn't look like Dean had walked because of the way the blood was laying on the footprints. He had to be carried.

The flashlight stopped on a puddle of blood and an indent in the snow that looked like someone had been lying there. Panic radiated through Sam's body. He looked around trying to find more footprints or blood. There was none. He searched around the tree and vicinity for a couple minutes until something made him want to look up.

Sam looked up and almost dropped the flash light in shock. A small gasp escaped his mouth.

He'd found Dean.

"Dean!" Sam shown the flashlight up towards his brother. He gasped again actually seeing his brother.

Deans body was covered in blood. His clothes looked they had gone through a meat shredder and barely made it out alive. when the light shone on his face, Dean was almost unrecognizable. His skin was pale and he had several cuts on his face. The flash light slowly ran down Deans body. The rest of his body was covered in blood and cuts. There were a few spots where the cuts were deep and still seeping blood. The light trailed along Deans arms. Sam's mouth feel open slightly when he saw the position his brother was in.

Dean was crucified to a tree.

Sam quickly stumbled over to the tree and pulled out his pocket knife. He put the freezing cold metal flashlight in his mouth and shinned the light on Deans legs. He sawed off the wires and Deans legs continued to dangle from the tree. Sam quickly climbed up the tree to the branch where Deans arms were tied down. He quickly sawed off one of the wires and Dean suddenly fell from the tree only to be supported by one wire.

"Shitshitshit," Sam muttered jumping down from the tree. He scanned the area. Bobby was somewhere around here staking out in case anyone came. "Bobby?" Sam called out into the darkness hoping Bobby could hear him.

Sam looked back up at Dean. His face was twisted in pain. Twisted in pain… Wait! That was a good thing! That meant Dean was alive! He needed to get Dean down. It was either he dropped or hung here. From the expression on Dean's face, he must be in pain. Sam held onto Deans arm and looks at his brothers face. "I'm sorry Dean…" He quickly sawed the wire and it snapped.

He quickly let go of Deans hand as he fell to the ground. He heard a moan and then coughing. Sam jumped down and kneeled besides his brother. He gently grabbed Deans face and pulled it into his lap. "Dean? Dean? Can you hear me?"

Sam felt for a pulse on Deans neck. He held his breath until he felt a very faint one. He released his held breath and sighed in relief. "Dean, if you can hear me, make a noise. Any noise and I'll be happy."

Once again, Sam held his breath waiting until he heard a noise or something. A couple minutes ticked by and still nothing. Sam looked helplessly at Dean hoping for something. "…Dean… Dean please… answer me… a sound… a simple sound… that's all I want…"

Sam watched his brothers lifeless face. No, it couldn't be. Sam wasn't going to let it happen. Not again. He wasn't going through this again. Sam shook his head and felt tears welling up. He wasn't going to let Dean die. There was no dying on Sam's watch. Dean wouldn't let him die so Sam's not going to let Dean die. "C'mon on Dean make a noise anyth—"

"Oh you must be the little bastard I called a few days ago." A voice cut through the air sending chills down Sam's spine.

Sam jumped up and stood defensively in front of Dean. "Leave us alone," Sam growled reaching for his gun.

The demon had his hands clasped behind his back and casually strolled up to Sam acting as if he was in control right now. "Don't you understand? This is all about revenge. I just wanted some oh so sweet revenge on your brother Sammy."

Aym stopped in front of Sam. Aym stood about up to Sam's shoulders. He wasn't a tall guy; maybe about five foot ten. His blonde hair and blue eyes stood out in the black of the night. Sam swallowed. Despite the demons height, he was intimidating with the way he waltzed on in like he owned the place.

"What'd he ever do to you?" Sam said defensively slowly pulling his gun out of his back pocket. He wasn't going to let Aym hurt Dean.

Aym threw his head back and laughed into the night. When he was finished, he wiped the tears from his eyes that formed while he laughed. "Oh Sammy, you know how to make a demon laugh. You really want to know what your brother did to me?" In a few short steps, Aym was standing up against Sam. Aym had his hand gripping Sam's gun arm. He grunted with the pressure of the squeezing hand. "Your brother tortured me for hours. He ripped me apart. He dug in to my innards. He did things that I don't think he's capable of doing Sammy. He did all that for you."

Sam growled at the demon. "He did not do that for me."

Aym chuckled. "You really think that?"

"Yes I do," Sam tried to move his arm out of Aym's grip but the demon held on even harder.

"He tortured me so I could give up your location. He had my crucified to a wall with iron nails. All to find your location so he could rescue you."

Sam shook his head. No, Dean didn't torture a demon to find him… "He told me he found me… by my blood…"

"He's lying Sammy. He left me dying on a wall. When I gave him your location, he ran off with my blood still covering him." Aym twisted Sam's arm so he dropped the gun.

"No…" Sam grunted. Dean had been closed up when they returned to Bobby's house. He'd been covered in blood when Sam woke up. It all made sense now.

"He did," Aym nodded. He looked at Dean on the ground like he was contemplating something. "You know what? Take your brother. He's worth nothing to me now. He's dead. Take him and give him the proper funeral. He wasn't much fun to torture. He gave up halfway through. I think he's been dead for a while." With that, the demon disappeared.

Sam was shocked he left so fast. He would have thought he would have needed to fight him or have Bobby complete their plan. All they had done was exchange a few words and the next thing he knew, Aym was gone. Dean couldn't be dead. Demons lied. They lied all the time… There was no way… Sam continued to gawk at the spot where Aym had just standing when he remembered his brother.

"Dean!" Sam shouted dropping down to his knees and feeling for a pulse. He searched for a couple minutes and found a very faint one. He sighed in relief. He looked around and called out into the night. "Bobby!"

He turned back to Dean and leaned down to his brothers ear. "I'm here Dean. The Northern star found you. I'll get you outta this."