A.N.: Going to try and get out another chapter tonight so we can find out what's going on with Dean. Thanks so much for all of the reviews and for reading! It means SO much to me!

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Sam looks up at Bobby over the rim of his glass. "What do you got?"

Bobby pauses his furious research and rubs the spot between his eyes. "Migraine. How bout you?"

The younger man sighs. "Nothing. I don't get it, he didn't just vanish. Something took him."

"Well unfortunately it didn't leave no breadcrumbs or ransom note so we're having to take a wild guess." Bobby groans and runs a hand down his face. "How long has he been gone anyway?"

Sam spares a quick glance to his watch. "Four hours." He mutters.

Panic flashes across the other man's face. "Four hours?" he questions looking back to the photos spread out over the bed. "Sam…" He breaks off as the Sam turns his gaze on him. "Man can't live through this for more than two." He pulls one of the photos up to his face. "I hate to say it, but is it possible that,"

"No." Sam states.

"Sam I was,"

"No!" Sam yells. "He's not dead! I'd know if he was. He can't be, he's fine, he's…Christ. He's Dean."

Bobby places a hand on his shoulder. "You're right Sam. I'm sure he's fine. Well not fine, but he's alive. We'll find him don't you worry."

Sam turns his face to hide the tears welling up in his eyes. "Yeah, okay."

"We got to be missing something. You said you two were scoping out the last place this spirit was seen right?"

"Yeah, we split up cause it's a huge area and we were supposed to meet back up in twenty minutes and he was gone, there nothing there either. I searched for an hour."

"Well what's the common factor here? There has to be something all these victims have in common."

"That's what we thought, but they have been found all over."

"Explain 'all over.'"

"Okay, one guy was in his backyard under his hammock, another one was buried in a ball field, another guy was found outside of a stripper joint, there is no pattern, it's all just random." He moans and fights the urge to slam his head into the table.

Bobby fans the pictures out on the table. "It's never just random boy," he replies and searches each image for a clue.

Sam lifts one of the pictures and tries not to concentrate on the gag drawn against the man's mouth or the fact that his fingernails are missing.

He can't however ignore the scratch marks on the wood.

He shudders thinking of his brother cast into that fate.

He sends up a silent prayer to God and examines the picture from top to bottom.

What the…

By the man's dirt covered tennis shoes he can just make out the tip of a metal lever.

He doesn't know whether to laugh or cry at his discovery.

On the one hand it just bought them more time and his brother is surely alive, on the other hand Dean's torment could be prolonged...

Bobby sees the light bulb light up beneath the other man's eyes. "What did you find?"

Sam turns the photo towards him and points out the contraption.

"That's an oxygen tank Bobby, whoever did this left Dean with an oxygen tank."