Huge thanks to Joyce for helping me with this chapter.

Carly ran as fast as she could back into the house as she heard the Impala approach the driveway, quickly running for her life back in the closet, locking it from the other side.

She curled back into a fetal position trying to control her breathing before he came…

Dean returned to the run down shackled house and drove the Impala on the dirt road that was the so-called driveway, killing the engine.

He leached over the passenger seat and picked up a couple of fast food bags and a drink carrier.

He knew Carly probably had to take a piss or shit by now, so he was going to be nice and let her go. That would be his second good deed for the day.

Carly closed her eyes and silently prayed when she heard hinges creak on one of the doors followed by the sound of Dean's boots coming closer to her prison. She heard a key rattle and the lock turn. As soon as the door opened she smelled food making her stomach growl.

"Get up," Dean demanded yanking her up by her arm.

Carly opened her eyes when she felt herself being dragged out of the closet and being pushed forcedly on a chair. Carly glanced at the table and smelled food coming from the bags that was soaked with grease at the bottom of them.

"You got to shit or take a piss?" He asked as he sat one of the bags in front of her.

Carly forced herself to smile. "No, I'm good."

Dean shrugged and set one of the drinks in front of her. She quickly took it and drank greedily not caring what was in it. Coke. That's what it was.

Something caught the corner of his eye because he crouched down in front of her looking at her heels. Her heart caught in her throat. Did he know she tried to escape?

Nonchalantly, Dean stood up and turned is back on her. "Tell me something, did you have a nice little trip outside!" He roared, punching her hard making her cry in pain. "You stupid little, bitch!" He yelled in her face.

Carly couldn't stop crying. Her face was blotched with tears and she felt blood trickle down her cheek where he had hit her.

"I-I'm sorry," She stammered terrified.

Dean forced her to look at him. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't have found out?"

His rage took over in full circle and he pushed her chair back with her still sitting in it. She fell back with the chair and the back of her head connected with the floor making her see stars.

Dean walked over to the closet and bent down to looked at the lock and growled deep in his throat. Of course she fucking picked the lock!

Angrily he unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops in one swift jerk. Dean stalked back and towered over her as she continued to cry.

"Your so pathetic!"

Carly did a blood curling scream when she felt a belt connect with her flesh. She closed her eyes and continuously cried with each whip. Finally she succumbed to darkness.

Panic-stricken, Dean took a step back when Carly slipped into the peaceful bliss of unconsciousness from the pain.

Served her right for disobeying him, she got off lucky. Next time she tries to escape…

Dean dropped the belt as if it scorched his hand, looking in terror at what he had just done. How could he have gone from saving lives to taking them?

He got down on one knee and scooped Carly's unconscious body in his arms, carrying her to the matted couch and carefully placed her on it.

Oozing blood already began to seep from the welt marks on her body.

Dean studied her sleeping form. She looked as if she was at peace.

Dean walked into the ugly bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit he had stored in there when he first had found the place. He didn't know why he was going to address her wounds when she used to harm herself.

"Do the right thing, Dean." He heard his late father's voice say.

"Sorry, dad," He said putting the kit back in its spot. "I'm not that person anymore.

SPN

Sam and Jessica were eating dinner. He loved her cooking. Tonight Jessica had cooked meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Sure it sounded simple to make and it wasn't a big meal to others but to Sam he savored what he had. Before he had met Jessica, he never had a home cooked meal.

"What are you thinking about?" Jessica asked wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"Just how lucky I am to have a wife that can cook," he said with a smile.

"Well, I hope you saved room because I made chocolate double fudge brownies."

"Are you trying to get me fat?" Sam asked playfully.

Jessica leaned over the table. "You couldn't get fat even if you want to," she said planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Sam frowned. "Why would I want to look fat? You know how I feel about that."

Jessica laughed. "Sam, you haven't been that way since you were a little kid."

"Right and I attend to keep it that way."

She leaned back in her chair. "I think you are the only guy who is worried about his weight."

"What about the poor male modeling sons of bitches?" He said making her laugh.

The doorbell rang.

"I got it," Jess said getting up to see who was at the door.

Sam chuckled stuffing a forkful of mashed potatoes in his mouth when he heard footsteps approaching.

"Sam, you have a visitor," Jess told him.

Sam stood up from his chair and turned around to see who it was and frowned.

"Nick?" Sam said shocked to see an old hunting buddy of John's.

He was between 40s or early 50s. He had a couple of tattoos on each shoulder and was wearing faded blue jeans and wore a leather jacket covering half of the white shirt that he wore.

"Sorry, to come by so late but I need your help with 'something'." Nick quoted his fingers when he said something. He didn't know if Sam's wife knew about his past and didn't want to rat him out.

Sam looked at Jess. "Can you give us a minute? We'll be outside."

Jessica wasn't fooled. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two men. "Is this about, Dean?"

Sam shot Nick a look to tell him to be quiet.

"Partly about Dean," Nick said with a polite smile. "I just need to borrow your husband for a few minutes."

Jessica gave Sam one last look before walking out of the kitchen.

"Backyard," Sam ordered as he headed for the back door and opening it.

He waited until Nick went first and then he closed the door quietly behind him.

"Explain to me why you showed up unannounced at my house at eight o'clock at night?" Sam seethed.

"I wouldn't have come if I wasn't desperate, Sam. Believe me I know that you are one of the lucky former hunters to have a family. I don't want to mess that up for you," Nick told him.

Sam nodded. He had always like Nick ever since he was little. He could trust him.

"You said this was about, Dean. Is this about the latest stunt he pulled?" Sam asked getting down to business.

"Dean's latest hostage is my niece," Nick said deadpanned.

Sam was taken aback. "Carly Benson is your niece?" He said shocked.

"You boys never met her before. Her family wanted her to have a safe life away from the hunting business," Nick explained. "I promised my sister that I would keep her safe, Sam. I'm not about to go back on my word."

Sam couldn't help but ask, "Your sister was a hunter?"

"Former hunter," Nick told him. "She tried to leave that life behind when she found out she was pregnant."

"But it didn't work out," Sam said knowing the feeling. Each day he dreaded thinking he'd have to go back into the 'family business.'

"My sister's past caught up with her and she divorced Carly's father to try to keep him safe only her plan backfired and they still ended up dead. I've raised Carly ever since," he explained.

"It is kind of ironic out of all the women Dean would take hostage it would be from someone that dad knew," Sam said scrunching his face.

"That's why I came to you. Get Dean to release Carly," Nick begged him.

"Dean hasn't listened to a word I said since dad died. I'm sorry Nick, but I can't help you."

"You are wrong, Sam. You have all the inside connections to tracking Dean down."

"I can't help bring my brother in. I wouldn't do that to him."

"I'm not talking about bringing Dean to the cops. Just to find him and get him to release Carly. Then he can do whatever the hell he's been doing."

Sam locked eyes with Nick's. "He's my brother, Nick."

"And Carly is my niece," Nick told him. "She's innocent. What if someone took your daughter or Jessica? Wouldn't you do whatever it took to get them back?"

A/N: Yay! I finally got this chapter out. I was stuck on it for five days. I typed it and then deleted what I had wrote. I will be putting another banner up for this story. Just to let you know that Jon Bon Jovi will be Nick in the new banner.