Mathis drove a tied up Sam to the nearest run down motel. He had no problem getting an out of the way room in the back of the place for "privacy." Once he checked in he pulled the car around to the front of the room. Once he was certain there were no nosey eyes watching him, he opened the trunk to reveal a still passed out Sam. Mathis grinned in delight, before grabbing him and easily carrying him into the motel room.

Once Sam was laid out on the second bed, Mathis took a seat at the small table. He didn't need Toby to carry out his plans. He could handle this whole thing by himself. It would have been easier with someone wearing Dean's face around since Sam trusted him with his life and then some, but he could handle Sam just fine. Actually there was no reason to even tie the kid up. Looking back into John's memories, he knew he could easily take Sam down if the kid ever found out the truth.

Mathis decided to untie Sam, but first thing's first. Time to dispose of Toby's body.

~*SPN*~

Mathis took the car all the way to where he knew he had left his so called partner. The asshole gained too much of not just Dean's memories, but also his personality. He honestly didn't think he would go as far as to deviate from the plan and try to make a run for it, but fortunately he was ready.

He knew the regular bullet would just slow him down. From the position Toby was positioned in the car it was hard to get to put a bullet right in the heart, so he had to make due. But this time he was ready.

Mathis had parked somewhat far away from where he knew he had left the wreckage. He hated touching silver with a fiery passion of a thousand suns, and it's not like he had the time to make a single pure silver bullet to put in his old friend's heart, so his trusty machete just had to do the trick. Hacking him up into a thousand little pieces sounded like an amazing idea right now.

Mathis pulled the machete out from its hiding spot. It was flawless. He had to hurry back before someone found the car.

He was fast as he started for the wreckage site, but almost right away he noticed red and blue flashing lights, as well as uniformed cops surrounding the area.

"Shit."

Mathis ducked behind the closest tree. If they managed to rescue Toby and bring him to the hospital, he could heal and complicate things. If they already took his dead body out of the car and confirmed there was no pulse when they had arrived, then all he had to do was sneak into the morgue and finish the job. Just in case. But carrying any kind of weapon into a hospital was going to raise red flags and complicate things. So right now he had to play it cool and see if he could hear anything of what they were saying.

After five minutes of not hearing a thing he decided to play 'concerned and innocent parent.' John has done it many times before in various situations, so he knew he could handle this.

He put down the machete and put on a concerned face. He came staggering out of the woods, and towards the cops who took notice right away. One of the cops walked up to him.

"Can I help you sir?"

"I was looking for my son. We had a fight and he went out drinking! This is his car! Is he alright? Did he get hurt? Where is he?"

Mathis tried to look behind the cop for a body bag or even a body still in the car, but could see nothing. The cop turned sympathetic.

"Sir I'm sorry. We got a call from a patron saying this car was here, but when we got here we saw no body was actually in the car. I have several uniformed officers searching the woods right now for a John Doe who could be hurt, confused and wandering. But if you give me a description and the name of your son it might go by quicker."

"So, no one was here when you got here?"

"That's correct sir."

'Son of a bitch!'

Shifter John looked behind the officer again, and then right at him.

"I'm sorry there was some sort of a mistake. This car only looks like my son's car. I was over-reacting. I hope you find the poor guy soon. My son is probably waiting for me at home."

The officer nodded his head, and turned to walk away. Shifter John did the same, but with a seriously pissed off look on his face. He picked up the machete and stomped back to his truck. Once he got in he started punching the interior and swearing up a storm. Toby was out there somewhere healing, which meant one of two things. One either he will shed his skin and go underground for some time until he is fully healed, or he will heal in Dean's skin and go running to the Winchester's for help. Either way Toby was missing. And if he was still in Dean's skin he might try and save Sam.

Mathis had to act quickly now. He didn't have time. He pulled out his cell phone and decided to call Dean tonight. The sooner he could get his hands on the amulet and spill Sam's blood on it the better.

Pulling out Sam's cell phone he looked up Dean's number quickly, and hit dial.

~*SPN*~

John, Dean, and Toby were sitting in the motel room. The two real Winchester's still didn't trust the shifter one-hundred percent, so his hands were to stay handcuffed in the front, and he was to be around both of them at all times.

Toby did his best to tell them everything he knew. From Mathis's past, to the amulet, to the lore, and was even let in on the plan on how to save Sam, much to Dean's dismay.

John was sitting at the table looking up more of the lore on Sam's laptop, when he couldn't help but notice excessive movement to his side. He stopped what he was doing to see both Dean and shifter Dean pacing the room, with the same pensive expression, and same body language, passing each other. Only except shifter Dean had his hands cuffed and was wearing a different colored shirt.

'Oh god this is what it would be like if Dean was a twin.'

John shook that thought out of his head and looked at the two boys. He knew what was on both their minds by their expression. They were coming up with a plan, and most likely it was the same exact plan.

"Boys."

The same pair of hazel eyes looked his direction.

"Will you two stop pacing? Seeing two of you is making me motion sick."

Dean sat down at the other chair opposite his bed while shifter Dean sat on the bed closest to the door. Both boys looked stressed out and completely overwhelmed. John could handle one worried Dean, but two? Even if the shifter wasn't really Dean, he was sure acting like it. But right now everyone's main focus was Sam.

Suddenly Dean's phone started ringing and it brought everyone's attention to it. He looked at the caller I.D, and saw it said 'Sam.'

"Dean who is it?"

"It's Sam's cell. I'm putting him on speaker and YOU don't make a sound!"

Dean pointed at shifter Dean who raised his cuffed hands like he was innocent. Then without a second thought, Dean answered the phone and immediately put it on speaker. John got up and stood on the opposite side of the phone to hear it better.

"Sammy?"

Dean was hoping Sam had somehow escaped and was calling for a ride home. His dreams were dashed when he heard a familiar voice at the end of the line. His dad's voice.

"Not quite."

Dean swallowed hard. This asshole still had Sam.

"Where's Sam?"

"He's safely tied up at the moment so I wouldn't worry about him. Although he is tied up in my bed so, take it as you will."

Mathis knew exactly how to piss off Dean without even trying. He wasn't actually going to take Sam in that way, but just planting the seed in Dean's brain was enough to put a smile on his face.

"Listen here you son of a bitch! You better not hurt one hair on that kids head or you're going to regret it! As it is you're on my bad side."

Mathis smiled. He could practically feel Dean's hatred as if he were sitting right next to him.

"I'll do as I wish. Actually I changed my mind. My partner and I were going to call you tomorrow, but something's come up and I need you to get me what I want TONIGHT, or precious little Sammy dies."

Toby was sitting on the bed and fidgeting. He was feeling guilty for making such a mistake like he did. And now Sam was alone in the enemy's hands instead of him being there to make sure no harm came to him.

Dean and John had to play it cool. They couldn't let this guy know that they knew anything. John put a hand on Dean's shoulder to ground him, and heard Dean start speaking again.

"What do you want exactly?"

"There's this museum in town, and they have this amulet."

Both Dean and John looked at the shifter, who in return looked back at them.

"I want you and your father to brake in, steal it, and bring it to me. Once I get it, you get Sammy back. Simple as that."

The three men in the room knew what was really going to happen, but they had to keep their cool for now.

"What does this amulet look like?"

"That's the spirit! Hey is John there? I want him to know what I'm going to do to his youngest if he tries to double cross me."

Dean held the phone close to his father.

"I'm right here. Now I want my son in the same condition as the last time I saw him or else you're dead you hear me!?"

John's voice was all business, and it made both Deans in the room glad that he had the military training he's had, or else this whole thing probably wouldn't work. John knew how to plan and attack and save the innocents. This time it was highly personal, and he was the one grounding them right now."

"Also I want to talk to Sam right now! I want to know he's ok!"

"oooo. Afraid I can't do that Johnny boy. Did I mention he's drugged and tied up on my bed? You're not talking to him until I see the amulet."

John's face turned red. The anger soaring threw him at that moment was horrifying to say the least. Just thinking of his and Mary's baby being violated in that way by a monster made him want to throw up.

"You sick bastard. Sam better not be hurt in ANY way….."

"Or else what John? Listen the quicker you get me the amulet, the sooner you get to see Sam. Once you retrieve it send me a picture of it to Sam's phone, and I'll call you. The longer you wait, the more time I get to spend with Sam. Now, the amulet is an odd shape, bright red, and will fit in the palm of your hand. You can't miss it. Better hurry up boys. Time's wasting."

With that Mathis hung up the phone. He knew the more he threatened Sam the more results he was going to get. With a bright smile, he started up the truck, and headed towards the motel where Sam was still tied up on the bed. It was time for him to untie his hostage, and play father figure. He hoped manipulated the boy was easy, or else he would have to put him in the chains. But from what Mathis saw in John's memories, Sam trusted him enough to stay where he was at if told, especially if he was just coming off of the drugs and if he did get hurt in the accident. It would be easier for his partner wearing Dean's face to 'boss Sam to stay put,' but for now he was going to make due, and gain Sam's trust. This was going to be fun.

~*SPN*~

Once the phone hung up Dean threw it on the table and put his face in his hands. John on the other hand punched a nice big hole in the wall, curtesy of the picture of Sam being violated by the shifter while still wearing John's face. There's no way Sam could look at his real father the same way if something like that happened.

Dean was exhausted and frustrated. He couldn't stop thinking about the shifter in St. Loius. That thing wore his face and beat the crap out of Sam, but he never violated him that night. Shit Sam still had visible bruises from that fight!

Dean got up out of the chair and loomed over Toby, who was currently looking like he was going to start crying. He was nervous and knew Dean's wrath.

Without holding back Dean punched Toby as hard as he could in the face, making Toby fall to the floor with a grunt.

"I'm getting my brother back. You are going to help me. And if Sam is hurt in ANY way shape or form, you die a slow painful death! Now. Let's come up with a plan fast before that bastard gets his hands on my brother."

Toby could only stare at Dean, and OUCH! That freaking hurt! He moved his jaw around and slowly got up and back onto the bed, while John and Dean sat at the table.

After hearing Mathis threaten Sam like that, Toby knew what he had to do. It wasn't the best plan ever, but he was partially responsible. And if anything actually did happen to Sam while he was wearing Dean's skin, he wouldn't live much longer anyway.

Toby closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, before opening his eyes and looking right at John and Dean.

"Guys, I have an idea."

*I want to say congratulations to Jensen Ackles and his wife for announcing today that she was currently pregnant with twins! One boy and one girl! So cute!*