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1: "Sam, I GOT IT OPEN, GRA-"

"Hello, boys," Terra smirked, strolling through the front door and seductively towards Dean and Sam with her hips bouncing from side to side. She blinked slowly, and when her eyes opened they trailed over to the glass container with the tooth inside. She smiled wider and grabbed Sam's dark locks, pulling him towards her. "Oh goodie, you guys didn't get it in time, now he's mine!" She giggled. Dean and John frowned and narrowed the space between their eyebrows angrily. Terra couldn't wait to tell them something that would shoot their angry faces into fear and distraught.

"That's the tooth, we have it!" Dean growled. Terra picked up the tooth and held it up to her mouth, comparing that tooth, to her other one. Dean and John's eyes widened in disbelief and sorrow. It wasn't the right tooth, it wasn't even close to the size it would be if it was the right tooth. Sam gasped and tried to wiggle away from her grasp, but Terra wrapped her left arm around his throat tightly, choking him. Sammy grabbed her arm as he gasped for air with all his might, although everything and anything he thought of and did would never help him in this situation, and lack of air didn't help him think of a good way out either! Damn the Winchester's bad luck!

"I get Sammy now!" She giggled in delight, squeezing harder around his neck. Dean's heart was racing, as it always did when Sam was in trouble, and he could hear it in his ears, constantly thumping thousands of times without end, desperately trying to calm down with no success. He was panicking, like Sam, he had no idea how to fix this situation! Sam was in a serious predicament and Dean, for once, couldn't help him. Well, then there was something he thought of that sounded like a great idea.

"Wait... Don't take Sammy... Take-"

"You? Well, you are strong and handsome, and I KNOW my sister would just LOVE to snack on you!" She grinned, releasing Sam. Sam fell to the ground, gasping for air on his hands and knees and feeling light-headed.

Terra strolled over to Dean and ran her finger up and down his chest, causing him to shiver but continue to glare at her sternly and without fear. Suddenly, John pushed her away from him and stood in front of both his boys. 'Ew, don't even think I want you, you're old," Terra hissed, knocking him against the wall without so much as a wave of her hand. Then, her eyes latched on to the hostages staring with wide eyes at the situation before them, a baby among them crying in his mother's arms, and a child a little younger than Sam clinging to his mom's arm. She grinned deviously and waved her arm, all of them exploding in mere seconds. Sam froze as he saw that, and some of their blood landed on his face. He continued to just stare out, not able to breath, and eyes twitching until he finally gulped his warning scream away.

"Anyway, now that they're gone, come Dean,' She grinned, eyeing Sam's immobile body as she and Dean walked past, loving the struggle John was putting up. Suddenly, just before Terra and Dean left to who-knows-where, Sam stood up and hurriedly pushed him away, disappearing with Terra. Dean hit the floor in shock, as well as the newly released John. 'What just... Happened?' was all that could run through their minds at the moment as they were left with cops outside, dead bodies all over, and a man with a plump belly and shorts, as seen with the demon who took Sam.

"Well, Terra still wants you to find her tooth, so I'm getting you out of here. If you find the tooth, you get Sam back, yadda yadda yadda," He explained boredly, warping them back to their motel room from the night before with the Impala just outside. Strangely, he'd left them knocked out in their beds, sleeping as if nothing had happened at all.

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Sam grunted as he was tossed against a large dark podium. It was dark in wherever he was, but he figured that was because his eyes hadn't had time to adjust. When they finally did adjust, he found himself in a catholic church with rows and rows of chairs leading up to a rather large door. When he turned his head to look behind the podium in front of him, he saw a large statue of a cross with none other than Jesus Christ himself (Well, you know, not really him, but a statue) nailed to it. He gulped, thinking about how painful it must have been for him all those many years ago. Then his eyes trailed to a statue of Mary, praying right beside him. Yeah, he was defiantly in a catholic church... But weren't the demons here as well?

"Hey, I thought demons weren't allowed in churches," Sam thought aloud. Terra smirked, as well as the two behind her, and grabbed both of his wrists, pulling him up while he struggled.

"Normally, yes, but this church didn't have a certain drawing to keep us out," She giggled, hooking his wrist to one chain, shocking Sam with a smack after getting tired of his kicking and scratching and screaming. He stayed still like that for enough time for Terra to hook up his other wrist and step back. Sam snapped out of his shock and started wiggling wildly in a futile attempt to break free. Besides, the more he struggled, the more the chains dug into his wrists. They were so tight, that he bit his bottom lip tightly and stopped when his wrists began to bleed slightly.

"Aww, if you think that hurts, you're in for a rude awakening when we begin what we're about to do," Misqua hissed, strolling towards him and petting his hair. Sam gulped nervously as his heart pounded just thinking of all the awful things yet to come. But he could only imagine, and sadly, his imagination was not nearly close to what layed ahead.

Terra took out a knife from her pocket and nodded to her sister Micqua. Micqua held on to his legs to keep them from moving and Terra held the knife to his wrist. Three seconds went by as Sam continued to beg in his head for it not to hurt, he was so terrified, he didn't want to be here, he wanted to be at home waiting for Dean and John to get home from a close-by hunt and hug them tight, and show them how clean the motel room was and how responsible he could be so that they didn't worry about leaving him 'home' alone. He wanted to be in the car with Dean telling jokes they'd picked up at school and talking about the girls at their school. He wanted desperately to be anywhere but here, even fighting with-

"DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAN !" Sam screamed in agony as Terra sliced deeply through the bottom of his wrist to his elbow. The three demons around him laughed crazily as they listened to his scream.

"Aw, someone wants their brother... Sorry, he can't help you now, so keep that thought out of your thick head,'' Terra hissed cruelly, licking the bloody knife in her hand. Sam didn't cry. He couldn't cry. He wanted to, but crying was weak, it was like putting a white flag on a stick and surrendering to your enemies, only to have them continue attacking and mock you for giving up. But that didn't mean he wasn't calling for Dean. He wanted to be in his arms. He wanted Dean to hug him and tell him that he was fine and it was just a scratch. He wanted to hear Dean say that he was here and those dumbass demons couldn't touch him, wouldn't be able to without having their head blown off and their souls sent straight back to hell. But, although he ignored it, that's not what he heard. All he heard was the demons laughing at him. He didn't see Dean either, all he saw was Terra smirking deviously as she stuck her fingers into the wound she made. And he didn't hear Dean telling him he was fine and that they weren't hurting him anymore, all he heard was venomous laughing and his own screams for his brother. He felt like he was in a nightmare where he was being attacked by vicious wolves in a dark abyss, where no one could help him, no one could hear him, he was all alone. But he knew Dean and John were coming for him, they were! NO MISTAKE ABOUT IT! Right?