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This is so you can see how Dean got captured, so he's an adult right now...

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Dean had been watching some television, it was some stupid documentary on bears and wolves. He had tried to find something good to watch while waiting, but not many channels were clear and the ones that were talked about cleaning supplies and the other was some woman's hair thing. So he was stuck with the documentary. To tell the truth...it was actually pretty interesting, he'd never admit though.

'Oh my God, dude you're actually watching something educational?' Came Sam's annoyingly forced shock voice.

It was around 10 p.m, Sam had left out to get some very late dinner. Dean had offered to go, but Sam said he didn't want to get the usual crap, so he'd just go. The oldest had shrugged it off a little easier than he usually would, Sammy had been extra antsy lately. His visions...and then the thing with Dad and the Colt. So he guessed Sam just needed some space.

"Usual crap?" Dean mumbled crossing his arms.

So far Sam was eating that 'crap', so Dean didn't really see the problem. They burn a lot of calories almost every day, so what if they eat fatty things? It tastes better than that healthy green fake meat shit Sam wanted. No wonder his brother was on the leaner side, which only made him look taller. Hopefully, he'll actually get some muscle over time.

I'm healthy as can be...

Dean lifted his shirt and looked at his stomach. His pinched at his sides only getting a small amount of fat.

"Exactly."

'The older you get, the harder it's gonna be for your body to break all that grease and cholesterol-blah blah blah...'

The oldest rolled his eyes, turning the television up and put one of his legs over the other, his arms then went behind his head as he leaned back. He watched as a pack of wolves ran across deep snow after one old reindeer...he didn't know they were real, well obviously they can't fly, but their name was really reindeer or caribou. This show had much more blood and graphics than he thought, this was actually cool.

'BZzz BZzzz'

Green eyes left the tv screen to move to the nightstand, it was his cellphone. He yawned and picked it up. He instantly straightened and tuned to the edge of the bed so his legs hung over the side.

Dad

He waited till the phone hung up, it buzzed again...it was the signal.

"Hello?" Dean said.

"Dean? Look, I need you to listen to me. Meet at these coordinates." John's voice sounded breathless as if he was walking at the same time.

Dean wrote them down as fast as he could. Dad had finally called them, he knows the hunt with the vampires hadn't been great. John had left after that to go after Azazel, Dean wanted to help and so did Sam, but Dad...

"Da-" Dean began.

"-Dean, make sure you come alone. I know you don't understand, but it's too dangerous for your brother. Get here as fast as you can and that's an order."

"Bu-"

The phone hung up..

Dean stared at the small silver device in his hand for a few minutes. John could've told him at least what's going on. Or maybe he couldn't, this definitely was his last phone number, so it had to be him. What was so dangerous? Was it Azazel? Dean knows how much Sam wants to kill that bastard, just as much as John, but he can't allow Sam to get killed. Although he's leaving for another state...but Dad-...

What the hell is going on?

The only way to find out was to just do what Dad said right? He wants him to meet him in a small town located in Nevada. It'd take about a night or two to get there if he didn't stop, but what about Sammy? What should he tell him? John wanted him to basically head out now.

...

Dean stood up and ripped out the slip of paper with his coordinates. He didn't need his jacket, so he'd keep it in his bag, Dean did take a duffel with a few pairs of shirts and pants inside, he set it at the foot of the bed. He'd also take a few weapons too, just his gun and a couple knives.

He wrote a note with a blue pen and put it on the nightstand.

'Head out in two days and get a room in Colorado. I will meet you there in probably six days. Just text me where when you get there. I have to handle something. See ya, Bitch.'

He doesn't feel right doing this...but Dean knows exactly what Sammy would do if he told him where he was going.

He wiped a hand down his face and clicked the television off.

A few Hours later...

Dean had 'borrowed' a car since he'd let Sam use the Impala. He knows how 'sensitive' Sammy is about hotwiring, so he'd give him break. Though the oldest didn't like the feel of another vehicle, it felt wrong, like he was betraying his Baby. The seats were too hard, the smell was too...unimpala like. The dashboard had one of those hawaiin doll things that was kinda creepy looking too.

The ride felt much longer when you don't have coffee and drive night until morning.

Dean flexed his fingers having had the wrapped around the wheel for a few hours. He had been thinking about that phone call, nothing other than actually receiving a call was out of the ordinary. The oldest just wished he got a little more info, maybe John was hurt? Maybe he just could not explain on the phone. Dean bit his lip in thought as he accelerated.

Next Day...

Dean called to see where exactly in Nevada he was going, but John hadn't answered.

Dean took a sip of his black brew and sighed out, he was sitting in the car, listening to a classic rock station. He had gotten here faster than he thought he would. He had stopped at a Dukin' Donuts desperate for some kind of caffeine. Right when he went to take another sip, his phone buzzed on the dashboard.

He almost spilled his coffee on his lap. The Hawaiin lady shook from his jerk of a movement.

'There's a house I'm renting in this neighboorhood.'

Dad was renting a place?

Azazel must be somewhere nearby maybe. John must be waiting for Dean to join him then. That was logical, it made Dean feel a bit better about this. Dad was actually trusting him, which means he absolutely cannot mess this up.

Dean walked up to what looked like a normal house, the lights were on in the inside, it was in the afternoon by now. His duffel was on his right shoulder, he adjusted the bag and went to knock with his left hand. The door opened before he could to show John.

"Uh, hey," Dean said.

Dad stepped to the side to let him in, Dean was already trying to assess anything suspicious going on when he noticed something almost immediately. His eyes had went to the floor to run along the bottom door frame.

No saltline...

Shit...

He looked up only to see a fist coming toward his face.

"You said-...my family go!"

Dean's face scrunched up in a wince.

His brain was thumping like a mother...the image of Da-...that was definitely not John. Dean opened his eyes after a minute of coaxing and was greeted with two blurry figures. He didn't want to catch any attention so he closed his eyes to slits. It looked like John...probably a shifter, it was standing across from another man. He was tall, in casual clothes, curly brown hair, and...black eyes.

Oh crap...

Dean tried to focus on some of their words, it wasn't as muffled anymore, but he could still hear his own heartbeat.

"-already dead. Thanks again."

The shifter went to punch the other, the demon simply snapped its fingers.

"No-!"

Dean couldn't hide the flinch at the sound of something bursting...something that really should not explode.

"So you're finally awake?" It said.

The oldest sighed and lifted his head, "Am now..."

Curly came closer, Dean got a glimpse of the carnage behind him across the wall, so much read and chunks, it made his stomach flip. The oldest stiffened a small amount when the demon leaned down and grinned. Curly's eyes flicked to grey then back to black.

"How are you feeling?" It asked.

"...Like...I wanna give you a mint." Dean smirked a tiny bit.

Curly's smile fell, "Well...this body has been dead for a few days." He stood straight again. "What I meant...is physically how do you feel?"

Dean hadn't really noticed over his headache...but to tell the truth, his skin and even his bones felt...tingly? Not a tickly kind of tingly, like pins and needles going through his skin tapping against his bones kind of tingling. Also, he could feel sweat dripping down his back. His arms were already tied behind the chair so he couldn't really feel them, they had gone numb. Dean knew something was off here and you don't expect a demon to give the slightest thought on how you're doing.

"...What did you do to me?" As Dean questioned this, his head started to feel like it was floating.

"Actually, not what I did, what a certain witch rigged up. It's pretty hilarious really." Curly backed away massaging in wrist. "Dead witch now."

Witch?

Why go through the trouble to get a witch, why not just kill him? It was getting a little harder to think clearly and his vision was starting to darken at the edges. As if the demon was reading his thoughts...

"Killing you is not the plan. You're just a part of a much greater scheme. A small part."

"...-Hell'er you talkin' 'bout?" Dean grinded out.

He tested the bindings, but all it did was rub at his wrist and arms. The oldest felt a sliver of panic, something definitely was not right.

"Oh, don't worry. You'll find out very soon. Matter of fact, you'll be a whole new you by tomorrow..."

The demon turned and left out a nearby door before Dean could say something. Dean doubted he could, his whole body felt horrible, burning almost. He was started to drift.

This had been a very bad plan...

How the hell could I've been so stupid?

(Sorry if there is still questions...but the questions are supposed to be answered over time. This was just to see how he got captured. I want some one-shots guys, no one has anything particular they want to see? It can have Dean and Bobby, or John too. Whatever scenario you'd like to read, you can say as many as you want o-o Anyway, thanks to everyone who followed and favorited this :D)