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Dean should have known that it was a trap. It shouldn't have been that easy to find a demon. He was outside of an abandoned building when he noticed the lights flickering. He came to the right place. Dean got ready to go inside. He had Ruby's knife, holy water, his handgun, and his shotgun filled with salt rounds.
He quickly picked the lock and entered the building, shotgun raised, prepared for any threat. He wandered around cautiously. There was no sign of demons. He wondered if they'd left town. That's when Dean felt a crushing blow to his head followed by darkness.
Dean woke up tied to a chair. His head was throbbing and he could feel blood dripping from his forehead down across his face. He groaned. It took him a while to remember what had happened. Demons, going into the building alone, then darkness. All of a sudden, he wished that Sam was at his side. Then he remembered how vulnerable Sam would be in this situation. He hated to say it, but Sam was no longer a hunter. A cold voice tore him from his thoughts.
"You're awake. Good. We've got so much to do." The woman's calm and cruel voice reverberated in Dean's ears. That's when he remembered the pain. He was definitely concussed. His head felt like a balloon that was constantly inflating. He blinked a few times, and lifted his head to get a good look at his captor.
She was a short, attractive demon with long, black hair. Basically, she was just a routine demon. He looked around and found there were two more demons standing guard. Not so attractive demons. They were both, largely built men with mean looking faces. Dean couldn't wait to stab them in their throats. How he was going to do that, Dean had no idea, but assumed he'd just think of something.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Dean said sarcastically.
"Well, we've been trying to get the Winchesters out of the shadows for months. Once we found out where you were, we tempted you with an easy hunt, so conveniently close to where you were staying. Seriously, I had heard you Winchesters were smarter than this. I never thought you'd fall for this." Dean rolled his eyes. He was used to demons taunting him, so this didn't really affect him.
"Are you gonna get to the point sometime soon, or are you going to make me die of boredom?"
"Well, one Winchester's not good enough. We need both of them." Dean tensed. He knew Sam couldn't be put in any danger. He wouldn't last.
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.
"Well, my boss needs the both of you. But I knew if you capture one Winchester, the other's not far behind."
"And what makes you think you can get Sam over here?" Dean asked, calmly.
"Oh, I'm sure one distress call from his dear brother should send him running," the demon jeered.
"Yeah, I'm not so sure," Dean said.
"Oh and why not?" the demon asked.
"Because Sammy's not awake." Dean wasn't so sure about this plan, but he had to do anything to keep Sammy away.
"What?" the demon asked him.
"Sammy's been in a coma for months. Bring him here, that'd be great, but it wouldn't do much good since he's practically brain dead." The demon frowned.
"You're lying," she said angrily.
"I wish I was." Dean put on his saddest 'Sammy's dead' face. "I'd give anything just…to talk to him one last time… But the Doctor's say he's gone. I've tried everything. There's nothing they can do. I've been searching for a way to cure him but…there's nothing out there. I just…I miss him so much." That last bit was true. He did miss his brother. He was grateful that Sam was alive, but he knew he would never be the same again. The Sam he knew was gone.
"Hmm…that's a sad story. I wonder why I don't believe you."
"It's true!" Dean shouted. "Sammy's gone. Why do you think I've been off the reservation for months? Why haven't I been hunting? Why hasn't anyone even seen Sam or heard from us?" This shook the demon. She began to think that maybe he was telling the truth. He seemed pretty emotional about it, and the only thing Dean Winchester ever got emotional about was his brother.
"Well, let's just give him a call then," she said calmly as she reached into Dean's pocket and pulled out his phone. She scrolled through the contacts until she found the one that said "Sam." She hit the call button.
Meanwhile at Bobby's
"Sam, I'm sure Dean's fine," Bobby reassured Sam.
"Well, then why hasn't he called yet? He should've called an hour ago! I'm worried about him!" Sam said urgently.
"He's probably just wrapping up the case. He said he was almost done, didn't he?" Sam nodded. "Well, then all we can do is wait for him to call us. He'll be okay." Sam huffed and sat down on the couch, clearly upset.
About forty five minutes after that dispute, Sam's phone finally rang. Bobby looked at the caller ID.
"It's Dean. Told you he's okay." Sam jumped up in excitement. Bobby hit the answer button.
"Hello?" Bobby spoke into the phone.
"Is Sammy there?" came the voice of woman who was definitely not Dean. Bobby's expression turned dark.
"Who is this?" Bobby asked.
"The one who has Sammy's older brother tied up in a neat, little bow. Could you hand the phone over to Sammy?" she asked.
"He's not here," Bobby lied. Sam was pleading for the phone with his eyes.
"That's a shame. What happened to him?"
"That's none of your concern. Give the phone to Dean," Bobby growled.
"Oh, no. If you want to talk to Dean, you'll come to me."
"How do I even know if he's alive?" Bobby asked. The demon sighed, annoyed.
"It's your Dad," the demon said, mockingly.
"Bobby, don't worry about me. I'll make it out of here," Dean told him. Bobby could hear the uncertainty in Dean's voice and knew he had to save him.
"I'll text you the address. Be here in forty five minutes or Dean dies." The demon hung up the phone. Bobby just stared at the phone, hardly believing what had happened. He had no idea that just one little hunt without Sam could turn out like this.
"Bobby, what is it?" Sam asked, worriedly. He had tears in his eyes.
"Dean's in trouble," Bobby told him.
"What?" Sam asked.
"A demon has him. She said if I'm not there in forty five minutes, he dies." Sam just stared at Bobby. He was breathing really hard and running his fingers through his hair.
"Sam…calm down," Bobby told him.
"I can't," Sam said, sounding so much like a child. "If Dean… oh, no. He can't…- We have to go, Bobby. We have to go right now." Sam went to get his jacket and Bobby stopped him from going out the door.
"Sam, stop! You're not going. I'll go get Dean and be back here before you know it."
"No, Bobby, you can't go alone!"
"I'll be fine, Sam. I promise. I'll bring him back."
"No! I can't let you! You…you won't be safe."
"Sam, Dean wouldn't want you to go. He'll kill me if I let you come along!"
"But we have to save him Bobby!" Tears were rolling down Sam's face and he stared at Bobby, begging to go with. Bobby fell prey to Sam's puppy eyes.
"Fine. Fine, but you have to wait in the car. You can't get out of the car, no matter what and if I'm not out of there within twenty minutes, you call Sheriff Mills and you tell her to pick you up, okay? She'll know what to do." Sam nodded, grateful that he would actually get to go. Dean and Bobby got their things together and hopped into Bobby's car.
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