Hello again dear readers.

I just want to take a second to thank everyone for reading. I was a little unsure about this story. But I found myself loving it more and more as I wrote it, and wanted to share. So again thank you for reading.

Now on with the story. A little more concerned big brother and wonderful Bobby.

Please let me know what you think.

Days had passed with nothing. Dean had even called the hospital and reluctantly the morgue. Still nothing. Bobby had been on the phone most of the time, tracking down one lead then another. All ending with no Sam.

But now Dean had a small glimmer of hope.

He looked around the now crowded apartment. Papers and books scattered around everywhere. Along with water bottles and the occasional empty can of beer. But this wasn't what Dean was watching, it was the men. He still couldn't believe what he saw. Bobby was there of course. But to Dean's surprise Pastor Jim and Caleb had showed up. After them Martin, whom Dean hadn't seen in a couple years had showed up. Then this morning, Travis was at the door his arm's full of books. In Dean's opinion, five of the best hunters around stood in his living room helping him find his brother. At first, Dean had thought they were here because they thought they owed John something. But he knew that wasn't why. They were all here because they cared for Sam, and wanted him found.

Rubbing his eyes, Dean walked into the kitchen and filled his mug again. He hadn't had a hard drink in two days. Of course he hadn't slept much either. Nightmares had taken over his mind. Visions of all the things that might be happening to Sam. The worst always was that he had just left Dean.

Bobby walked in studying Dean's face. "You really need to sleep son."

"Can't." Dean said holding up the mug. "A little too wired right now. Maybe later. Find anything?"

"Couple things. Possible spirit, but it's attached to the cemetery, not really a threat." Bobby leaned against the cabinet. "Martin has decided to switch from strange happenings, and focus on missing persons around Sam's age. He's also spreading out to the neighboring counties."

Dean nodded. "Sounds good."

"Dean did anything happen when you got to town?"

"Nothing much." Dean answered. "I'm not even sure why Dad picked this town. After our last hunt he ordered us to drive here. He met us at the town motel. Somehow on the drive he had found a hunt nearby. We had been coped up for ten hours straight. I was a little restless so I slipped out and went to the local bar."

Bobby crossed his arms scowling at Dean. "You're only twenty."

Dean smiled. "Sam gave me a fake ID for my birthday two years ago. He said mine was crap. He was right but it usually worked. His though is perfect." Dean's mind wandered a second before continuing. "Anyway I went to the bar. Had a couple beers. Then this guy challenged me to a game. I could tell he was already a little tipsy, but he flashed a wade of hundreds. How could I say no?"

"You couldn't." Bobby had to agree.

"I let him win a couple." Dean smiled. "Then I attacked. It was easy. Beat him four times in a row. Got over a thousand dollars."

"He was that bad? Or that drunk?"

"He was that busy watching my ass." Dean answered. "Couldn't seem to get his eyes off it." Dean's face went dead serious when he turned to face Bobby. "I'd know if he was…" Dean found he couldn't say the word. "I mean when he was four and I was at school, I knew he was sick. I remember walking home and feeling it. When he was seven and fell off the jungle gym, I knew. The nurse insisted I'd seen it happen through the window, but my class wasn't facing the playground."

"What do you feel right now Dean?"

Dean took a deep breath. "It's like I can feel him. I know he's in danger but I can't figure out what. Everything he said. How he said it. Bobby do you think he might have just…left?"

"I so wish I could say yes." Bobby answered. "It would make everything so much easier. But no Dean. If Sam left you, I'm positive he would have contacted me or Pastor Jim by now." Bobby walked over and put a reassuring hand on the young man's shoulder. "We will find him Dean. I know that."

All Dean could do was nod.

Betty had seen a lot in her long career as a nurse. In fact after twenty five years she had thought she had seen everything. Stepping out into the cold October night, Betty pulled her coat tighter around her. Pulling out the pack of cigarettes she sighed. It always struck her as ironic, that she preached health one minute, while hammering another nail in her own coffin the next. Before she could put the vial thing in her mouth she heard the screeching of tires. When she looked up she saw headlights heading straight toward the Emergency entrance. Tossing the pack in the trash Betty jumped into action. She reached the Emergency drop off area just as a red van slammed on its breaks. Betty prepared herself to deal with hysteric family members, while evaluating the injured. She was not ready for the van door to slide open, and someone dressed head to toe in black, to kick something out of the van. The door hadn't even slide closed as the van sped away.

Standing stunned Betty watched the van disappear into the darkness. When she finally turned back to the object that had been kicked out, she thought it was a dummy of some kind. That the high school kids were playing an early Halloween trick. Cautiously she took a step toward it. When she saw it move ever so slightly she jumped into action. She quickly pushed the emergency button on the post. It was there for people that couldn't quite make it into the hospital.

In seconds five more nurses and two doctors rushed through the doors. A stretcher and random emergency kits carried between them. When they moved the body Betty gasped slightly. She could just tell that it was a young man in his early twenties, possibly. One eye was swollen shut, his lips cut and bleeding. A large gash went across his forehead.

"Good God what happened to him?" Dr. Sanderson said looking around.

"I'm not sure." Betty said. "A red van pulled up and someone kicked him out."

"I've just barely got a pulse." Dr. Myers said his hand at the boy's neck.

They worked quickly to stabilize his neck, just in case. It took all of them to get him onto the stretcher, trying not to hurt him. Betty's heart broke when the boy let out a soft moan. He was rolled into the main Emergency area. Dr. Sanderson and Dr. Myers quickly went to work. Betty helped remove his clothes. Her heart broke even more to see his body was covered with bruises, and deep and shallow cuts. Betty took his clothes taking charge of entering him into the system. Searching his clothes she found nothing. Sighing she entered him into the system as Young John Doe. She guessed his age as early twenties. She noted that he was tall and well built. When she got to the general description she paused. The only thing she could see was slightly long dark brown hair. The rest of the poor boy was too swollen to tell anything. Sighing she saved his file. Going back into the room she stood to the side and watched as the two best doctors in the hospital fought to save the boy's life.

"Dear lord please watch over this child." Betty prayed softly, she would have sworn that she had felt a warm hand on her shoulder.