Rustling of leaves and the sound of thudding footsteps caught the big brothers attention. He slowly crouched into hunter mode eying the trees ahead of him, from Dean's memory there was a lake nearby that ran 2 miles north and someone or something was heading towards it. He followed the footsteps, it felt like hours had flown by until the moving creature arrived at its destination, Dean could hear the rushing water and the owls in the distant trees.

He got closer to the stream, just a few meters away from the man who carried a brown murky bag. Screams cried out in the distance, calling for help. Sam. Dean recognized his calls anywhere, the stranger looked towards the constant screams, Sam was definitely somewhere east and without further delay Dean quickly and quietly ran towards his brother. The doctor turned back to his task emptying the content revealing different body parts.

Dean came upon an abandoned looking house, the wood was rusted to no return, windows were either cracked, smashed or boarded up and the door was off it's hinges. Dean looked around once more making sure the doctor wasn't behind him.

The constant cry for help died off as Dean ran down a flight of dusty stairs and into a cold smelly basement, the stench of stale blood made Dean want to gag. But he need to check if Sam was alive, pushing back the plastic drapes he almost passed out at the sight before his eyes. Sam was strapped to a metal bed lying bloody and unconscious. "Sam!" he yelled, rushing to his aid, his stomach was opened up revealing a awful mess, some of his organs were definitely missing but one thing was still intact (for now).

Dean dealt with his fair share of hearts before (werewolves, shape shifters) but nothing like this, this was his brother for crying out loud. Dean had no control over what was coming out of his mouth as his late lunch came flooding out. Sam whimpered in pain, he was slowly coming to and that was the last thing Dean wanted happening right now. He pulled out his cell and dialed 911, it was just in time as footsteps approached them from above.

Dean didn't want to abandon his brother again (not for a second) but as the footsteps continued to get closer he ducked behind a bench, pulling a .46 from beneath his shirt and had it aimed, sweat poured down his brow. The footsteps getting closer and closer till it was in the same room as them.

"Ah Samuel, couldn't hold on much longer. That's a shame. But I suppose pains not for everyone." The madman was humming a tune as he snipped away at something, Dean cringed with horror.

"Oh you're waking Samuel. Excellent! I was just about to retrieve your eyes, and my oh my are they beautiful." Dean raised his weapon slowly aiming at the doctor. "If you as so much touch his eyeballs I'll blow a bullet through your head and let's see how you go looking for a new brain." Dean stood up pointing the gun at the man holding a pair of hedge clippers directed above Sam.

"Guns can't kill me, I'm immortal remember." Even though there was a white bloody mask covering his mouth, Dean could see an evil smile forming. "We'll see about that." Still aiming at the doctor, he pulled the trigger and a loud piercing bang rung through the small room.

The doctor staggered back, dropping the dangerous weapon and now focused upon his neck, his eyes went wide and his mouth just kept opening and closing, gasping for air. Doctor Benton looked at Dean and smiled, dropping his hands down to his side, the gunshot wound revealed a nice hole entering and exiting his neck. "You will have to do way better than that." Dean smiled showing no emotion.

"Don't worry I have a plan B." He managed to steal a bottle of chloroform before coming across Sam. Rolling the bullets in it, since the gunshot to the neck didn't exactly work, he aimed it at the doctors heart (second time round) and he aimed fire three times making sure it did the trick. Doctor Benton collapsed to the floor, hands gripping at his chest, his mouth gapping at Dean. "… You will… pay for this –" Dean came closer, knowing he was no longer a threat.

"Now when I chop you up into bite size pieces and bury you all over the place." And it was his plan to kill this son of a bitch. Once the man was out cold, he was at Sam's aid and figuring a way to get Sam to a hospital, he would probably call Bobby and get him to burn the sick fuck on the floor. Sam moaned letting a piercing cry exit his mouth. He was unconscious again. And his pulse was dropping dramatically.

"Sam hold on! Please!" He cried.