"Maybe we should fly," Dean said. "We're still two days away."

"I already thought about that," Bobby said. "There's a blizzard in the northeast. We'll never get a flight."

Dean groaned and pushed harder on the accelerator.

SSS

"Weather's getting bad. We should go out and get everything we'll need for the next few days," Kubrick said.

Gordon looked out the window. He didn't want to give Sammy a break, but Kubrick was right. If they didn't get supplies now, they may not be able to get them. He pulled a needle out of a case.

"What's that?" Sam slurred.

"Well, in your condition and in that chair, there's little chance that you'll escape while we're gone. However, if you're asleep, there's zero chance." With that he plunged the needle into Sam's arm and he fell into blissful rest.

SSS

"You know, I was thinking," Gordon said as he and Kubrick were driving back to the farmhouse.

"'Bout what?" Kubrick asked. Gordon was the smartest guy he'd ever met. He hung on every word.

"Maybe the demon's plan is to kill all the psychics. Maybe they're going to BE the demon army. Whatever we do, we got to keep Sammy alive. In pain is OK, but alive."

"Good thinking," Kubrick agreed whole-heartedly. They were back.

"Oh, man, I think the furnace has died," Gordon said when they walked in the house.

"At least we have the fireplace," Kubrick said.

"But the rest of the house will be pretty cold," Gordon said with a gleam in his eye.

"Yeah," Kubrick acknowledged.

"Get him up."

Kubrick saw what he was thinking and hit the button and the restraints came off. Sam was still sleeping. Gordon stripped him down to his underwear and tied his hands behind his back and his feet together. He dragged him into the next room and shut the door to keep the heat out. "He'll talk when we offer him heat," Gordon predicted.

SSS

Sam woke up a couple of hours later. He was freezing. He noticed he was just in his underwear. He could hear the wind howling. He could see a window and saw snow swirling around outside. He was so cold he was shaking. His teeth were chattering. He curled into a ball as best he could to get whatever warmth he could.

SSS

A few hours later, Gordon and Kubrick joined him. "Ready to tell us what you know?" Gordon asked.

"I d-d-don't kn-n-ow anything," Sam said.

"He's shaking pretty violently, Gordon," Kubrick noted. The plan was not to let him die.

"Alright," Gordon groused. "Let's get him a blanket." They bundled him up in a blanket and dragged him back out next to the fireplace.

Gordon tried applying the poker a few times, but Sam was just as uncommunicative as he had been. At the end of the day, they untied him and repositioned him in the chair. Kubrick pushed the button for the restraints to hold Sam. The hand ones broke off. "Crap," Kubrick said.

"I got cuffs," Gordon decided instead of rope. He put them on and then broke something off in the locks.

"What did you do that for?" Kubrick asked.

"I've broken the locks so that there's no way he can pick them. If we really want to get them off we can cut them, but why would we want to? He can stay in them the rest of his life."

"What about my clothes?" Sam asked.

"You don't need them. You're not going anywhere. Night night," Gordon leered.

SSS

The next day

"Gordon, I've got a line on another one of these freaks," Kubrick said.

"Where? We should get as many of them as we can," Gordon said.

"He's from Oklahoma. His name is Andrew Gallagher."

Not Andy, Sam thought.

"Sammy knows him. You see that little flit of recognition at the name," Gordon said. "Well, we'll go get your friend and be back in a few days."

"Sooner than that. He's in the next town over. I've got a friend over there. Kid talked him into giving him free service. My friend doesn't give anything out for free."

"OK, sleepy bye time, Sammy," Gordon said, pulling out a needle.

"But, I just woke up."

"Too bad. We're leaving. You have to sleep." Gordon plunged the needle in.

SSS

An hour later

Dean and Bobby pulled up outside the house. "This the place?" Dean asked.

"Yep," Bobby said.

They got out of the car, drew their guns and entered the house as stealthily as possible. The first thing they saw was a naked Sam, sleeping in a chair. Dean ran up to him and tried to figure out how to free him. Bobby covered him.

Dean found a button and pushed it, hoping he wasn't doing the wrong thing. He was rewarded by the restraints coming free. Sam began to fall off the chair and Dean caught him. "There's something wrong with these cuffs. I can't pick them," Dean said.

"Look, we don't know where these jokers are. Take him with you and try to get them off later," Bobby suggested.

"OK," Dean said. "But, I'm putting his pants and shoes on."

Dean finally got Sam out to the car. He was still out which was worrying Dean. "Let's go."

"You guys go. There's another car. I'm going to find Gordon. The thing I remember most about him is he is focused. Once he sets his eyes on a goal, he's going to accomplish it. Sam won't be safe as long as he's out there."

Dean nodded. That's the way he felt. More so now that he saw his brother after a couple of days with him. He was covered with burns and cuts.

"Be careful," he said to Bobby, and drove off with Sam asleep in the back seat.

SSS

Gordon and Kubrick found Andy in the next town. "That's him," Kubrick pointed. His friend had described him to a tee and told him where he could find him.

"Well, he has the power of mind control. How are we going to capture him?"

Kubrick pulled out a needle. "We jab him before he notices us. When he get him back to the house, we release Sam from the chair, fix it so it works right, stick Andy in it and then disable it, so he can't make us let him go."