December 7th at 12:00pm

"Man David, I've been reading up on this Nick Colbert guy and he is brutal. He's had his hand in torturing and killing at least a hundred people, they think the number could be as high as three hundred. Compared to Colbert the Winchesters are boy scouts. He definitely deserves his spot on the FBI's Top Ten," Colby said, flipping the file he was studying closed.

"I know, we had a couple of murders right before you joined in which Colbert was the main suspect. Needless to say we never caught him," David replied, taking his eyes off his computer for the first time in about a hour.

Colby shook his head in disbelief, how could anyone do what this an had done?

"You guys haven't heard from Don have you?" Megan asked walking up to Colby and David. It had been seven hours since Don had left and they hadn't received so much as a phone call to ask how the progress was going. Not that they would be able to give him anything, they hadn't even found a fingerprint to help them out, other than the ones in the cabin. When Megan had first suggested he head home to take a break she had hoped he would be gone for at least a hour. Five hours though was unbelievable, there was no way Don would stay away from the case this long.

"No." Colby and David replied in unison.

Megan let out a big sigh and collapsed in her chair. She flipped open a folder on her desk and stared at its contents. There was a picture of one of the guys that could have been at the cabin and some of his stats but Megan was registering any of it. Too much was on her mind right now. "What about leads, any new ideas as to where Charlie might be?" Megan knew it was a stupid question, they would have told her if there was anything to tell.

"Nothing, it's like they disappeared off the face of the Earth," David replied. He was getting worried and frustrated. Despite an entire office of FBI agent's working around the clock no one seemed to be able to find out where Charlie had been taken. On top of that his boss had been MIA for the past five hours.

"Something's wrong. I've called Don's cell phone, his house phone, and even Mr. Eppes. Don hasn't picked up and Mr. Eppes has no idea where he could be. Merrick is getting pissed and Hendrickson is close to getting the lead position on this case," Megan said, once again returning to the subject of where the hell Don could be. She was getting extremely worried and knew that something just wasn't right; Don should have been back by now.

"I agree," David said. There was no way Don would have been able to take a nap or lost track of time, not with Charlie missing. He was bad when Megan had been kidnapped but earlier this morning Don had been twenty times worse. "Why don't you get the GPS on his SUV and cell phone turned on, Colby and I can go track him down," David offered, not willing to just sit around here any longer.

Megan didn't even waste time answering; she just took off towards the tech room.

"What do you think could be keeping him?" Colby asked. He too was a little anxious about his boss's absence. He thought Don would have got to his car, maybe started it and decide that was enough of a break before turning around and coming back to up to the office.

"Nothing good," David replied simply.

Five minutes later and Megan was back with the location, at least his cell phone and car were together. "Call me as soon as you find him?"

"Will do," Colby said as he grabbed his jacket and followed David who was already halfway to the elevators.

Later

"Here it is," Colby said, pulling into the decrepit parking lot, Don's SUV was parked at the far end.

"And it doesn't look good," David replied, pulling out his gun just in case.

Colby pulled up and parked about twenty feet away, giving David and him plenty of room to approach with caution. No one jumped out at them as they approached and David even managed to get the door open without incident.

"Colby!" David yelled when he opened the driver side door and saw Don's cell phone lying on the seat. This was not good at all.

"Yeah," Colby said as he walked around from the back.

David held up Don's cell phone.

"Check this out," Colby said. He held up Don's FBI issued handgun ad the ejected magazine.

"Not good," David said. "Better get forensics out here, start dusting this off for fingerprints." David flipped open his cell phone and called the office.

Colby laid down the gun on the driver seat and let out a big sigh as he looked off in the direction of the highway.

December 7th at 2:30pm

"Hey, take it easy!" Sam shouted when he saw Charlie grimace after his "escort" shoved him in the back.

"Shut up," the man who was holding onto Charlie said. Just too make sure Sam understood his point he punched the kid in the face. The guy holding onto Sam laughed and he smiled back.

The punch to his face hurt more than it should have due to the stinging cold wind. Los Angeles had been nice, a little chilly, but nice. Apparently though they had either traveled really far north or they had gone high up into the mountains. Judging by his difficulty breathing in the thin air Sam was betting on the mountains.

"Boys be nice," Nick called from a few feet away.

In order to avoid getting hit again Sam kept his mouth shut and stood still while the two men opened the back doors to the van. Sam had to hand it to Nick, he had been smart about transportation. He had rented one of those U-Haul moving vans. Unless Nick was speeding or ran a red light no cop was going to pull him over and if they did it would be highly unusual for them to look in the back. This also gave him a good excuse to be crossing state borders. When they had first stepped out of the house Sam had seen a black car pull away, he was guessing that the car was going ahead to check for roadblocks. If there was one Nick could simply climb in the back with Sam, Seeth, and Charlie.

When the doors finally opened Sam could feel his temperature and heart rate rise despite the frigid air. Even from several feet away Sam could see blood matting Seeth's hair and sticking on his clothes. The youngest Winchester was unconscious no question. He hadn't even flinched when the door opened and the icy air flooded the van, Seeth was only wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Sam was fuming by the time Nick stepped around the corner. So much of his focus was on Seeth that he didn't realize what Nick was doing until Charlie shouted his name, by that time it was too late. Nick hooked his own leg around Sam's while punching him in the face. Sam fell flat on his back and groaned when his head made contact with the ground while his cuffed hands cut into his back.

Nick bent down on his knees, putting his mouth within inches of Sam's ear. "What the hell is wrong with my son?" He growled real low.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that Nick was talking about Seeth and why he wasn't healing. Sam let out a small smile, mainly to irritate Nick even more. "I don't know what you're talking about." Sam didn't anticipate being punched again. His vision waned for a minute and he felt blood start to seep down his cheek. At least his nose wasn't broken; well he hoped it wasn't broken.

"Why the hell is he not healing himself?!" Nick asked, this time yelling into Sam's ear.

"Oh that," Sam replied innocently. "We killed a demon, and that took away our powers." Sam smiled again when he saw the enraged look on Nick's face.

It took everything he had not to kill Sam right there and then. The only thing that kept his middle child alive was the fact that Nick would lose out on a lot of money if Sam died. So instead of pulling out his gun Nick stood up calmly. He took one last look at Sam before he kicked the boy in his side and walked towards the front of the vehicle, "Get them loaded up."

Sam couldn't bite back the short yelp and cuss word that came out when Nick kicked him in the side. A searing pain quickly traveled from the spot where the steel toe boot had touched and traveled up and down his side. Before he could even get to a point where the pain was manageable Sam felt someone grab his arms, lift him off the ground throw him in the back of the van. The movement jarred his side and chance would have it he landed on his hurt ribs. Sam drew in a sharp breath but that irritated his side even more, there had to be at least one cracked rib. There were black dots dancing in front of him and it was hard to focus his vision. He felt the van shift and he knew that Charlie had been loaded in as well. The slam of the back doors jolted him back to reality and he suddenly remembered Seeth.

He pushed the pain of his side out of his mind and carefully scooted towards the back of the van where Seeth was still lying. It was hard to maneuver but Sam eventually was able to press two fingers against his brother's wrist and couldn't help but feel as if a giant weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Seeth had a heartbeat, it was slow but steady. Scooting himself back around to face his brother Sam took in Seeth's injuries. There were a couple deep scratches across Seeth's face; one particularly nasty cut ran the length of his forehead, that explained the blood. There were already some ugly looking bruises forming on his brother's face and arms, Sam could only guess what his body looked like underneath the shirt. The thing that worried Sam the most was a huge blotch of blood on Seeth's shoulder. Perhaps a bullet, Sam didn't want to think about it. It had at least stopped bleeding though from what Sam could see. Seeth's breaths were hitched, swallow, and slow.

"Is he okay?"

Sam had almost forgotten Charlie was there until he heard the man's quiet whisper. It was as if Charlie was afraid to breathe too hard as it might hurt Seeth, or, probably more likely, he was afraid Sam would take it out on him. Sam took a deep breath and looked towards the other man, "He's pretty banged up but I think he'll be fine," Sam said, hoping he was right.

As the van started to move Charlie was jolted forward but he quickly scooted back against the wall, as far away from the unconscious man as possible. He may have helped Don on countless cases and even seen the photos but he had never seen someone in this condition in person. Well there was that time when the bank robbers, the "Charm School boys," had started a little war on a public street. Charlie hadn't done well then and he wasn't doing well right now. There was a lot of blood, a lot more than he had ever seen, expect maybe at the bank. How could anyone be alive after losing that much blood? "Where do you think they are taking us?" Charlie asked, desperate to get his focus off of the bloody person in front of him.

"I don't know, it feels like we're traveling downhill so we're most likely leaving a mountain. I doubt he kept us where we were originally. Although there wouldn't be many places we could go up here. Besides, I've read some of the files that you helped the FBI on, shouldn't you be able to figure this out?" Sam asked jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. It was painfully obvious how much Charlie wanted to throw up.

"I…I," Charlie stammered. Sam was right; he should be able to figure something out, find out where they were most likely to be taken. For some reason though it was as if his mind had turned to mush. He couldn't keep a line of thought going for more than a few minutes and no specific equations or algorithms came to him that would be particularly useful. Plus he didn't know how long he had been out and where they were at the moment. He did know that they had been awake for about seventeen to twenty hours but who knows how long the drug had kept them unconscious and… 'Wait a minute,' he thought to himself. Before Nick had come in hadn't Sam just told him he hunted demons and ghosts? And how in the world did he read the FBI cases that he had helped with.

"Wait, what were you talking about back there, demons and ghosts?" Charlie asked, a little abruptly.

'So much for him forgetting,' Sam thought to himself. He had hoped Nick's sudden appearance and the being shoved in a moving van would take Charlie's mind off of what he had said. "I told you. Demons, ghosts, they exist. Dean, Seeth and I hunt them. Dean and I have always hunted them, our father taught us how. Seeth started when he joined us."

"You mean John Winchester taught you, or does Nick Colbert hunt the unicorns and Santa Claus too?" Charlie couldn't help the sarcasm, Sam was taking him for a fool and Charlie didn't appreciate that.

Sam couldn't help but think of Dean and his little joke about unicorns when Charlie mentioned them, he let out a little laugh. "Yes Nick Colbert hunts them too but John Winchester, our father, taught us. My mother, Mary Winchester, was killed by a demon when I was six months old, Seeth's mom, my biological mother, also was killed by a demon when Seeth was six months old. That's how my dad and Nick got into the hunting scene."

"What's the significance of six months?" Charlie asked.

Sam was a little taken back; Charles Eppes was indeed pretty smart. "That is too long of a story to get into but there is significance. In short the demon that killed our mothers was there on our sixth month birthday to do something and our mom's got in the way."

"What did he do to you?" Charlie couldn't believe he was asking these questions. It didn't mean that he believed any of this BS that Sam was telling him, there was no way he could believe any of it.

Sam started, he hadn't expected that question, hadn't meant to lead Charlie to that question. Hell, he hadn't even told Dean yet, he wouldn't tell Dean. "Nothing," Sam said, suddenly a little uneasy.

Charlie noticed the change in attitude and he could tell that Sam had just lied. No, this whole time he had been lying, right? Yes, there was no such thing as ghosts. "So you blame all those crimes you committed on ghosts?"

"Yes, well not all of them were ghosts; the most serious charges were the result of a shapeshifter. Although the credit card fraud charges are true. Hunting is exactly a six figure job you know."

Charlie couldn't believe this guy, he thought Sam was smart. Hadn't this guy gone to Stanford and hadn't he maintained a 4.0 GPA. How could someone like that believe any of this stuff? "What is a shapeshifter?"

"Does that really matter? Come on, you don't really believe anything I'm saying?" Sam said, feeling suspiciously like Dean at the moment as he cracked a big smile.

December 7th at 5:25pm

Don let out a big sigh as he shifted his hands again. Having them handcuffed behind his back while sitting in a car wasn't the most comfortable thing ever. Now he knew why criminals always leaned forward when riding in the back of a squad car. He had to admit though; this was a much better ride than a police vehicle. He usually didn't care for loud obnoxious cars; in fact it was usually the owner of these cars that he had to deal with. Not that the owner of this car was anymore more innocent than the others.

On the other hand Dean was all smiles and giggles. Despite the severity of the situation he couldn't help but feel proud of himself, he had got the drop on a FBI agent. He had made Don drive them about ten minutes from the police station where he had parked the Impala. Once there they had abandoned Don's vehicle and cell phone and climbed into the Impala. The satisfaction he had gotten when putting the cuffs on Don had been evident and Dean knew that the agent's pride was hurting, bad. Consequently the ride thus far had been quiet, well, with the exception of Dean's music.

"Where are we going?" Don asked, finally breaking the silence. He might be able to weasel some information out of Dean.

"To see Bobby, a friend of mine," Dean replied.

"Where is that?"

"You'll see."

'Aaaaahhhh,' Don screamed silently, this man was unbearable. He shifted once again, the cuffs were either digging into his back or his hands, it was impossible to get comfortable. "Why are you taking me, I would be more valuable to you if I had access to my resources." Don was trying to get a read on Dean. Yes, Megan was the profiler on the team but he had taken some classes in college and training, plus he had picked up some stuff from Megan. So far though none of that had come in handy, he should have known though, even Megan hadn't been able to put her finger on Sam and Dean.

"I told you, you aren't my only FBI buddy," Dean said, putting emphasis on the "buddy." "Besides…" Dean stopped when his cell phone began to ring. "Hello."

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"How are you doing?"

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"Yeah I have him."

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"No, I didn't hurt him," Dean sad, sounding slightly offended.

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"Yeah, Nick Colbert took them. He's taking them to someone named Tom."

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"No that's all he got."

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"Fine," Dean said. He pulled over to the side of the road and pressed the phone up against Don's ear. "He wants to talk to you."

Don looked at Dean carefully before talking into the phone. "Hello."

Look at that guys, I updated twice in a week's time. I guess this is in honor of Supernatural being back last week. And Numb3rs two weeks ago. As always I hope you enjoyed and please read and review.