A/N: Hey guys, im sorry about that stupid little rant i put in the A/N in my last chapter. I was lectured a bit on it, and you guys are right. im very sorry. Thanks for putting up with my stupidity, and continuing to read my story. But, it DID, work... getting more reviews i mean... But i swear i'll never do it again anyway. *Puts hand up in girl scout salute* I Promise To Never Hold My Story Hostage Again. Scouts Honor. So... Forgive me? *Smiles Sheepishly, and ducks head in shame*
A/N2: Sorry i Didn't UpDate sooner, but this time i've got a solid excuse. Sort of. My Computer Crashed, Died, Was Being Mean, i don't know how to describe it, but i fixed it on my own!! So thats why i couldn't write or UpDate. This is kind of a boring Chapter, but hope you like it any way!
"So where should we start?" Sam asked Bobby.
"Research." Bobby answered.
"Research?" Sam asked.
"We don't even know if there still in town. We'll look for the closest signs of a demon, and then go looking."
Sam pulled out his laptop in answer. They had checked out of the hospital two hours earlier. They were in the closest cheapest motel they could find. John Johnson hadn't come back asking questions.
For hours Sam and Bobby looked for even a glimpse of a sign. They searched all the towns surrounding, and finally came back full circle, to the town they were staying in.
"Did you find anything?" Sam asked Bobby hopefully. He had come up empty.
Bobby sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "No, it's like they disappeared all together."
"How is that possible? They had only two hours. That's not even enough time to get out of the county let alone the state!" Sam exclaimed frustrated.
"Sam I think you're over exaggerating" Bobby said.
"It's a big county Bobby."
"I think we need help. We can't do this on our own." Bobby stated.
"Well, who are we going to ask? We don't know anyone."
"I don't know."
An idea popped into Sam's head. But he didn't like it, and he was positive that Bobby wouldn't like it either.
Dean screamed in agony. He was being beaten in a new and unusual way than before. They had whipped him, cut him, sicced black dogs on him, and even took a couple of baseball bats to his broken body. There were cuts and lacerations and gashes, all over his body, and more than a couple broken bones. There were bite marks, and bruises too.
It felt like his chest was on fire. Probably because it was. They had been pouring gas on random parts of his body and lighting it on fire, only to douse it with water ten seconds later. They had said they wanted him to live, and the fire spreading lowered those chances greatly. Now there were burn marks too.
They were trying to break him. It wouldn't work though. He wouldn't break because he knew that Sam was alive, and he hadn't killed him.
Every time the demons took a break from torturing him, he tried to think up plans to escape. He had come up with several good ones, but when he tried to execute them, he couldn't. His injuries saw to that.
He had come close to escaping though. When his injuries weren't as bad. He had hoisted himself off the meat hook, and stumbled to the window, only to have a demon burst in, and sic four black dogs on him. He couldn't really move much after that.
They stopped lighting him on fire. Meg walked in and everything went silent except his ragged breathing.
"Hey Dean. How are you doing?" She asked sweetly.
"Go…to hell…bitch." He gasped out.
"Been there, done that, it's not much fun. Of course you know that." She said, while circling him.
"But I didn't come for chit chat. I came to tell you something very important." She stopped in front of him.
"We found Sammy." She said in a sing song voice.
"It's Sam bitch." Dean said vehemently.
She ignored him and grabbed his face. "And when we kill him, we're going to kill you!" She then kissed him. Hard.
Meg was still in her male meat suit, so thoughts of 'I don't swing that way', and 'I'm not gay' flew through his mind while struggling weakly in her grasp. She finally released him with a flick of her wrist, her demonic strength almost breaking his neck.
He hung on the meat hook, gasping for breath, trying to compose himself. He had to escape now, or Sam was in big trouble.
"YOU WANT TO SUMMON A DEMON?! HERE?!" Bobby yelled when Sam told him his plan. "Boy, that is the dumbest, plan I've ever heard. People think that Dean is the dim one, but now I'm not so sure!"
'Well, do you have any other ideas?!" Sam shouted back.
Bobby sighed. "No, but we have to look at all of our options."
"What options?! We don't have any!" He stalked angrily towards the window, back turned to Bobby. Sam's eyes widened considerably when he looked out the window.
"Uh, Bobby?" Sam asked. "I think we have a problem."
"What'd you mean?"
Sam pointed. "Look."
And he did. There were people surrounding the small motel. There were men women and children, of all shapes, sizes, and races. The one thing they had in common was that their eyes were pitch black.
"Shit."
A/N: I forgot to give you all Cookies!! *Gives every single one of the readers a plate of cookies* My Bad. Oh, hey you see the little green button down there? Click it. Or are you too chicken? Bawk-bawk bawk-bawk!!
