A/N: Thanks sooo much guys for still reading this!!! Hopefully you'll continue, because this chapter's longer than the tiny one I last posted, and you certainly didn't have to wait as long for it. ;)

CHAPTER TEN

"What's going on?" Sam asked, catching his breath as he addressed Angie.

"Did you run here?" she wondered, observing his panting.

"From your house, yeah," Sam answered. "My car's in the shop, so I took a bus here. And you weren't home, so I figured I should follow the flashing lights."

"Apparently so did every reporter within a ten-mile radius," Angie muttered, commenting on the swarm of newscasters than had barely given her a moment's peace since they'd arrived.

"So what's going on?" Sam asked.

"Jake's missing," Angie said grimly.

"What?"

"Every day he goes home with his friend Tommy Markes until I get off work," Angie informed. "I was heading home today when I got a call from Tommy's mother. Nobody knows where he went, and nobody can find him."

"He was last seen here?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, playing on the playground with the other kids, same as every day."

"I… I'm sorry I told you about Sarah like that," Sam apologized. "It must've been the last thing you wanted to hear."

"It's alright, Sam. You deserve to be exited," Angie said. "I just need your help with this."

Sam nodded, understanding. His sister-in-law was pretty strong now, but when she'd said that, she looked almost as vulnerable as she'd been a year ago. "Just remember, he couldn't have gone far."

"Unless somebody took him," Angie reminded.

"Angie…" Sam didn't want her drawing conclusions and panicking before all the facts were sorted out.

"Jake would have no reason to wander off somewhere," she persisted. "And he's smart. If he got lost, he would find his way home."

"Well, the police will probably figure out if he was taken soon enough," Sam reassured.

"Unless the kidnapper was the kind that didn't leave any trace," Angie said. Sam looked at her suspiciously. "You know… the kind of criminal we usually deal with."

Sam sighed. "Angie, not everything that happens to us has to be supernatural. Let's not jump to conclusions yet, alright?"

"See that kid over there?" Angie chose to indirectly reply to Sam's suggestion. "That's Tommy. Jake's best friend. They do everything together. And even he doesn't know what happened. Didn't see a thing. Don't you think that's strange? It's characteristic of memory tampering, or temporal stasis…"

"Or some really cool new monkey bars," Sam pointed out.

"Alright, fine," Angie muttered. "Kids can have short attention spans. But there were parents there too, parents that know who Jake is, and none of them saw anything either."

"You're thinking too much into this," Sam said. "It's okay. I would too if I was you right now. For the time being, just let the police do their jobs…"

"But they're not going to find anything!" Angie protested. She realized how loud she'd gotten, and paused for a second to calm herself. "I just have a feeling about this, Sam. It wasn't normal."

"Angie…"

"No, Sam," she interrupted, knowing exactly what he would say. "Hunches used to be your bread and butter. You can't tell me now that it's foolish to follow one that could find my son."

Sam sighed. "Alright, alright. It could be something paranormal."

"Thank you," Angie said.

"But before we do anything, we should see what the police find out," Sam continued.

Angie groaned in frustration. "Nothing! They're still interrogating a crapload of witnesses who aren't going to know anything. We're not going to get any 'official' information until tomorrow, at least," she explained. "Please Sam, I'm too frazzled to think right now. There's got to be something we can do," Angie begged. "I promised Dean I would protect him."

Sam was silent for a moment. "Does the school have any security cameras?" he finally asked.

"No," Angie answered. "It's just kindergarten to fourth grade, so I guess no one thought there was much of a need for them."

"Damn…" Sam muttered. He looked around. "But they do." Angie followed his hand as he pointed to a building across the street. Just visible were the cameras set up to guard the parking lot. "They might not have the best quality from that distance, but the playground might still be visible. C'mon."

Angie followed him towards the road. "I don't have an I.D. on me," she realized, referring to one of the many false badges that had gained them access to various places over the years.

"I don't think a place this small is going to be that official. You'll be fine…" Sam said. A smile began to grow on his face. "… as long as you don't introduce yourself as Nanker Phelge again."

"Would you shut up about that?" Angie asked, annoyed at the comment and her brother-in-law's smirk. "I was given a split second to react, we'd just been talking about the Rolling Stones in the car, and I'm not always good at thinking on my feet, alright?"

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"It's all in here, officers," the business's manager informed Sam and Angie as he opened the door to a back room.

"We appreciate your cooperation," Sam said as they walked in. The manager left as they sat down to watch the security tapes.

"Okay, this should be 3:00 this afternoon…" Sam said after a while of tape examination. He hit play.

The camera's main focus was on the business's parking lot. However, the school playground still was visible in the upper righthand corner. Sam and Angie leaned in and squinted to combat low quality of the video.

Even so, it was more than enough for Angie. "There he is, I see him!" she said, pointing to her son on the screen.

"Are you sure?" Sam asked.

"Absolutely."

She and Sam kept their eyes glued to Jake from then on, watching his every move. All of a sudden, the entire image on the screen disappeared only to be replaced by static.

"What is that, what happened?" Angie asked, startled.

The screen quickly returned to normal, the playground and parking lot re-materializing into view.

"Where is he?" Angie muttered to herself as she scrutinized the area. "Oh God, I lost him."

"Maybe he just went to another part of the playground," Sam suggested.

"Do you really think so?" Angie asked with a sarcastic tone, reminding her brother-in-law that Jake was now basically a missing person's case.

Sam didn't answer, but his look told Angie that she was right. A sinking feeling set in as she realized that the moment her son disappeared had somehow vanished from the tape. "Let's rewind it and see if anything happened just before the camera failed," Sam said as he reversed the footage.

"Do you still think I'm overreacting?" Angie chided. She was now only a step away from being completely certain that there was a paranormal element in all of this.

Sam pressed play. This time, they scanned the entire screen, looking for anyone strange or suspicious. Just as before, it wasn't long before the screen turned to fuzz.

"We can't see anything! How are we supposed to know what happened?" Angie asked frantically, the despair evident in her voice.

"Hold on a second…" Sam said. He rewound the tape again, and this time paused the screen at the moment right before the camera cut out.

"What are you looking for?" Angie asked.

"Oh my God," Sam whispered.

"What?" Angie asked, not liking the sound of that whisper at all. "Don't tell me this is one of those things only you can see."

"I don't think so…" Sam replied. He pointed to a man walking across the parking lot, who had just come into the camera's view. "Angie, you're not gonna believe this… but this guy's from that group Dean and I tried to stop last year."

"The Devils' Advocates?" Angie asked in disbelief. "The Devils' Advocates took my son?" Sam of course didn't have a definite answer, but he bore a grim expression on his face. Angie froze. She said the only thing she could think of.

"Holy shit."

A/N: I'm pretty sure no one else will have any clue what Nanker Phelge is, so just ignore that. It'll be an inside joke... between me and myself... lol.

Please ignore my insanity and R&R. :P