Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews! This chapter's a little sooner than usual. (I felt bad about the major cliffy) Hope it satisfies your Hurt!Sam needs. Well, the next chapter will anyway.

When Sam was six he finally went to kindergarten. Unlike Dean, he knew no other way to live than on the road with his dad and brother.

It was their first assignment that got him: Draw your family.

He took the crayon in his small hand and scribbled until the teacher said stop, but one thing troubled his small mind.

Why didn't his have a mommy? Everyone else's did. It didn't make sense. And when Mrs. Fayes came and taped it to the class bulletin board, the other kids joked, not understanding.

Sam started asking questions and John did his best to answer vaguely. The next time a kid joked enough to bring tears to Sam's eyes, John, protective father he was during his son's first week of school, took him out.

They left town the next day.

Then there was the time in third grade when Sam got in a fight. Some kid was a jerk about him being new.

The nine year old said he didn't want to fight and walked home with a black eye after the bully threw a punch.

Dean was outraged and threatened to go teach the idiot a lesson. But he did what Sam wanted and left it alone. Instead he took Sam into the bathroom and gave him some ice before going across the street to buy some sunglasses.

Sam had been looked after all his life and so far it had all been going smoothly- until now. First the shooting and now this... Dean didn't know what to do.

The mysterious man had hung up. Dean sat down and put elbows on his knees. Shakily, he called his dad's number.

"This is John-"

"Dad!" Dean cried.

"I can't come to the phone right now-"

"Dammit!" Dean just about threw the phone at the ground. "SAMMY!"

..ooOOoo..

Sam groaned as he shifted. It took him a second to realize he wasn't in a bed next to Dean.

He felt springs against his bruised back. There was a thin mattress beneath him, not even in good enough shape for Goodwill.

His eyes fluttered open but he saw nothing. He was blindfolded.

He tried to scream for help, but he was gagged.

His hands and feet were tied with ropes, already burning his skin. Sam struggled to get up, but it sent a burst of pain up his side.

Kicking out his feet, he hoped for some sense of where he was. Concrete. The space couldn't have been more than seven feet in each direction.

"Look who's awake!" Sam jumped. He didn't hear anyone come near him.

"Hey, Sammy. Recognize my voice?" The man laughed and Sam struggled even harder once he knew who it was.

Josh. The Josh.

"Guess that's a yes." Sam froze as the footsteps got closer.

"You see, Sam, I've already talked to el Deano and he seems to want you back. Huh! Who would've guessed, right Sammy?"

He walk up behind Sam and roughly ripped off the gag.

"Don't get used to talking. I just have to prove to your daddy that your alive. For now."

..ooOOoo..

Dean had called Ellen, Jo, and all Dad's hunting friends but he hadn't heard from the one person who's voice he needed to hear.

He was trying to get his hands on a phone tracking device when the phone rang.

Dean fumbled trying to grab it quickly.

"Dean. I'm almost back. I got your message."

The older hunter paused. "I don't blame you son, you know that, right? I'm thirty minutes away."

"Okay."

"And Dean? When we find those sons of bitches? You can do the honors."

..ooOOoo..

John arrived in twenty minutes, Bobby pulling in behind him.

"Dad!" Dean ran out to meet his father. "Thank god! I've been trying to get one of those police things, that way next time they call we can-"

The nineteen year old stopped mid sentence. In the distance they heard a sound.

"Is that Zeppelin?" Bobby asked.

Dean's eyes widened. "My phone!" He called as he ran back in.

He flipped the phone open. "If you even touch him I will rip your lungs out." Dean snarled through gritted teeth.

The two older hunters ran up and Dean put it on speaker.

"Nice to see too, Dean. Is your daddy home?" Dean looked up at John gravely.

"I'm here."

"Johnny! How's things?" Dean watched his father's expression change.

"Josh?"

"Ding! Ding! Alive and in the flesh. But I'm not alone here, Johnny Boy." Dean heard a grunt and a small whimper.

"Dad! Dean! I'm in some house. I here a lot of buses-" Dean flinched as they heard a thump, followed by a cry.

"That's enough of that!" Josh said too cheerfully. "You guys find me in 24 hours? I'll keep wittle Sammy alive. Maybe. Sneak preview of if you don't?" Dean couldn't stop the tears from welling in his eyes as he heard the screams.

"Dean! Dean!" Sam cried. "DEA-" Josh snapped the phone shut with his clean hand.

..ooOOoo..

The Winchesters and Bobby both sat there silently for a second. Finally, "We need to find Sam." Dean stated the most obvious thing in the world. "NOW!"

Bobby got up abruptly and went to the other room, pulling out his phone. "This is Everam." They heard him say. "Yes, FBI. I'm calling about..."

Dean sat down, distraught and deep in thought. John, who hadn't moved at all, acted busy to avoid talking.

Suddenly, Dean shot up, the closest thing to a smile he could get lit up his face. "Dad!" He said excitedly. "Remember when you gave Sam that cell phone in kindergarten and attached GPS?" John nodded. "Is it on the phone he has now?" The hunters eyes widened with acknowledgement.

"I'm calling about my son's phone. He lost it and we're trying to get it back." Dean was waiting eagerly next to his father, Bobby confidently packing his car.

"Sure, Sam Patterson. 555-7260. Gingham... Nebraska Thank you." John hung up. "We found him, but it's a long drive."

Dean checked the time. "We have twenty hours."

..ooOOoo..

"Where are your buddies, Josh?" Sam asked through gritted teeth. "They leave you?"

Josh hadn't even taken the time to stop Sam's newest wounds from bleeding. The deepest one he duct-taped, but that wasn't going to be fun later.

"They'll be here. Trust me. Just in time to finish where we left off. I must say Sam," Josh walked over and reattached the gag. "I'm surprised you survived the gunshot. I did it myself, too. But don't worry. I'll follow through. Never give up, right Sammy?"

Sam glared at him. This was obviously a trap. If Dean and Dad came, they'd be goners. He'd rather die than have his brother and father die trying to save him.

"Are you bored, Sam?" Josh interrupted his thoughts. "Let's have some fun. How about giving your daddy eighteen hours instead?" Sam shook his head. He didn't know if they even knew where he was yet. He didn't even know where he was.

Josh just laughed. "Shhhh. It's a secret." He smiled holding up a dirty finger to his lips.

I'm screwed. Sam thought.

I know you want the next chapter. Review if you liked it. If you didn't, sorry my writing isn't good enough for ya. ;) I'll try to update soon!