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Author's note: So here's chapter 6, Kidnapped. Interesting twist. Although, you probably knew it was coming. Hope you like it!

Kidnapped

John quickly made a U-turn and headed straight back to Missouri's house. He didn't know what else to do. He couldn't bring Dean to the hospital. They'd ask questions he wouldn't be able to explain.

"Get the hell away...Sam..." Dean was mumbling.

"Great! Just bloody wonderful! He's gone again! It better not happen again. I can't loose them both." John thought to himself.

He made it to Missouri's house and jumped out of the car. He didn't have any time to waste.

He ran into the house and looked frantically around for Missouri.

"Missouri!" John cried. "Missouri, where are you?"

She came running down the stairs.

"What's the matter John? I thought you'd left already?" Missouri asked with a look of pure confusion on her face.

"It's Dean. He's out of it. He drifted off and he's mumbling. Quick!" John said, running out to the car.

"Oh dear."

They ran out to the car to find that Dean was gone and the passenger side door wide open.

"What the...?" John was beyond confused. "Where is-"

He got cut off mid-sentence by something hard coming in contact with his head.

"Who are you?" Missouri cried. She didn't get any answers or any time to ask any more questions because, she too, got hit in the head.

"Hey! Leave them alone!" Dean gasped.

His arms were being held onto by an unusually strong person. He was kicking his legs and struggling as much as he could but it wasn't working. The hands that gripped his arms were five times his strength. Almost inhuman.

"Oh hush Dean." said an all too familiar voice. He hated that voice. It was like cold steel being pressed against his back...chilling.

"Listen here bit-" Dean started but didn't get to finish because another guy gagged him. He tried to spit it out but it was tied securely.

"Now listen here, Deaney. Your going to shut your trap and come with us like a good little boy. Or else, much more things will happen to your friends here. And much worse than getting hit in the head."

Dean glared at her. He hated Meg ever since he first met her. Just something about her made him want to puke. He wanted to punch her head in but obviously, he couldn't. He really, really wanted to.

"Put them in the car. I'll bring Dean with me. Hurry before one of her little phsychic friends gets a signal." Meg smiled and looked at Dean. "By the way, Dean. How's Sammy doing? I heard he had a little accident. Hope he doesn't miss you while you're away with us."

Dean's eyes quickly turned from a look of disgust to a look of fear. He hadn't even thought about Sam. He was trying not to let his arms get broken by the monster holding them, so his mind was a little pre-occupied at the moment.

As two or three guys tried to shove Dean into the truck, he struggled with all his might. He was determined not to let them take him with them. He kicked and jerked his head around, walking up the side of the car to avoid going in feet first. After they caught on to what he was doing they got a guy, equal to the strength of the one holding his arms, to grab his feet and forcefully shoved him in. Then they tied his arms and legs and left him sitting there. There was nothing he could do now. Was there? He looked around for some sort of escape. There was none seeing as how the truck was more off the ground than a car would be. He'd have fallen flat on his face if he tried to scooch out the open door.

"You aren't thinking of escaping, are you Deaney?" Meg said in a calm voice. Too calm.

Dean gave her another glare. He tried to give off a look of pure hatred, when he really felt confused and scared for Sam. What if he had already woken up and was wondering where him and dad were?? What if he was dead?? He hoped not. He can't believe he was even thinking this but he hoped that Sam was still in a coma. He didn't want him to wake up to no one and he deffinatley didn't want him to die.

"Just hold on a little bit longer Sammy. I'll kill these sons of bitches and I'll come right back." Dean thought to himself as if Sam could hear him. He was positive he'd be able to finally get rid of Meg.

Meg turned on the car and started to drive away. Her plan had worked out perfectly. Well...It wasn't her plan exactly. But she had been a part of the planning. Missouri's house had been a good place to get them since it was so secluded from the roads. Five minutes at least. She smiled the whole way to the abandonned house she was bringing Dean to. That's where all their planning went on. It was a good place. Her and the others were the only ones who knew about it.

She looked over at Dean who was glaring out of the windsheild. She smiled. She loved it when they were so resistant. It made it so much more fun.

"Don't be so uptight, Dean." She cooed. "You need a little break. We're not going to hurt you that bad as long as you cooperate."

Dean just glared at her. He hated her with every fiber of his being. He wanted to throw every curse word he knew at her but couldn't because of the gag that had been forcefully shoved in his mouth.

"I know you hate me now, Deaney, but think. I could make your whole life better. I could give you the power you wished you had. I could give you powers stronger than your brother's." Meg said, chillingly cool.

Dean stopped. What was she talking about? What was she planning on doing to him and his father and Missouri? What was she planning to do to Sam? He hated to think that there was something happening to Sam right now while he was tied up in a truck with Meg, of all people.

"We're here." Meg announced, stopping the car.

Dean was so tired. He wanted to sleep on the car ride to wherever they were going, seeing as how he wasn't the one driving this time, but he couldn't. Who knew what Meg would do to him while he was asleep. Besides, he didn't know if he was still 'out of it' or not. Whatever the hell that meant.

Dean stared at Meg while she took her keys out of her pocket and gathered her bookbag and laptop. She had untied his legs and took the gag out of his mouth, which surprised him.

The car door he was leaning on suddenly gave out from underneath him. He fell to the ground with a big thud. The monster was back. He picked him up by his jacket collar and practically dragged him in the abandoned house. When they got inside the thug threw Dean to the floor. Dean got up, sensing the sharp pain in his shoulder. He did something to it when he fell out of the truck he guessed.

A little girl came into the room wearing a white flowery dress. Dean was surprised that her teeth seemed to be all in one piece. This place looked like hill-billy central.

"The master wants to see him." she stated, pointing a small finger at Dean.

"Who's your master? Barney?" Dean joked. He jumped when the little girls eyes turned black and her teeth grew longer.

"What the?" Dean cried. "What kind of freak ass experiments are you guys pulling off around here?!"

"I'd watch what I was saying around her, Dean. She has a short temper." Meg mocked.

"You people are sick." Dean said, disgusted. Was that what they were going to do to him? He sure friggin hoped not.

"We have a surprise for you Dean. We have someone we think you'll really want to see." Meg said as if she knew who he wanted to see. She had his interest, though. Who was it? An old girlfriend who wanted to kill him?

Meg shoved Dean into a big room that smelled like cigar smoke and dead mice.

"Whatcha' cooking ma'? We having road kill again?" Dean smiled at himself. He hoped it pissed Meg off.

Meg hit him in the head with something hard. He fell on his knees with the sudden jolt of pain.

"Ow!" Dean cried.

"Be nice. The master doesn't like smart-asses like you." Meg said matter-of-factly, like she knew what 'the master' liked. Who was the master anyways??

"Hello Dean." a deep and husky voice boomed through the room. "You may leave now Meg."

Meg bowed her head and walked out of the room. He knew she was outside listening. She was very obvious about it.

"We haven't talked in a very long time, Dean." said the master, starting to step out of the shadows.

"We've never talked, bud." Dean stated. He had no recolection of talking to this creep.

"On the contrary Dean, we have talked. That time you were in a coma. You visited me then. And I almost had you. You were so stupid back then." the demon laughed.

Dean didn't remember anything from when he was in a coma. He didn't even know he had been in a coma until a little while ago. And he obviously knew who 'the master' was now. It was the demon. The same demon that killed his mother. The demon he had been searching for, for almost his whole life.

"That's o.k, Dean. You don't have to remember. It's not that important. What's important is that I'm going to have you soon." said the demon, laughing."Come on." he said, walking towards Dean.

Dean looked at him with a look of pure confusion plastered on his face.

"Where do you think you're taking me??" Dean asked.

"We're going to go visit your father." the demon said, grabbing Dean by his collar and dragging him into another dark room. This one had the aroma of rotting corpse.

"Hello John. Long time no see." laughed the demon. "Dean's here. Say hi Dean." the demon pushed Dean forward.

"Dad?" Dean asked. He couldn't really see. He thought he saw something towards the middle of the room. Was that blood?! "Dad?!"

Author's note: So, the demon is there:O Lol. I hoped you liked it. Please review!!!

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