A sharp, annoying pain pounded at the back of Sam's head as he opened his hazel eyes to find he was in a completely unfamiliar place. Pulling himself off the moist, muggy ground, he analyzed where was: a town that looked abandoned. Sam dusted himself off, and walked around looking at the building and trying to ignore the headache that he had. He pulled his phone out: no signal. Looking around, Sam picked up a wooden plank. Suddenly, he felt like someone was there. He nearly took Andy's head off.

"Andy?!"

"Sam?!" They stared at each other for a moment.

"What are you doing here?!" Andy asked.

"I don't know!" Sam said, dropping the plank.

"Where are we?!" Andy asked, frantically.

"Andy, calm down."

"I can't calm down. I just woke up in freaking frontier land!" Sam took a deep breath before continuing.

"What was the last thing you remember?"

"Honest answer? My fourth bong load. It was too weird. I'm smoking and all of a sudden, there was this really intense smell like... like-"

"Sulfur.." Sam said, finishing Andy's sentence.

"How'd you know that?"

"... Dean..."

"Is he here?!"

"I don't know where he is... But I know what I did worked."

Piper and Phoebe jolted up in alarm as they heard banging on the front door; Prue swung the door open.

"... I'm going to check who it is."

"We're coming with you." They said, hopping out of the bed and bolting down the steps. Dean shouted as he banged on the door.

"What is it?" Prue said opening the door brashly; Phoebe and Piper stood behind her.

"Where is he?!" Dean said, barging in with his gun in front of him; the sisters squealed in fear.

"Who's he?! What the hell are you doing here?!" Prue shouted.

"Sam?! Where's my brother?!" Phoebe held Prue's hand down as she stopped her from flinging the gun out of Dean's hand.

"Put that gun down before I make you..." Prue warned him a lower tone.

"Sam? We don't know where he is Dean. What happened?" She asked, disregarding the gun pointed at her and moving closer to Dean.

"... You don't know where my brother is?"

"No, Dean... Sam's missing?" Phoebe's worried eyes made Dean's guard lower.

As they sat down in the parlor, Dean ignored the beer on the coffee table and paced back and forth, tensely, in front of the fireplace.

"So, you were sitting in front of Sam and you fell asleep. You woke up and he was gone?"

"Yes. I woke up and he was gone. We went over this like 20 times for Christ's sake..." He said, hands on his hips.

"... He drank the demon's blood and he disappeared... maybe the demon came for him." Dean stopped and stared at Piper. Suddenly, his cellphone rang; it was Bobby.

"Yeah, Bobby. Got anything?" Dean said storming out to the front hall.

"I got enough to run with it. Meet me, outside the the San Francisco Museum of Modern art."

"I gotta go. I've got some intel on where Sam might be." Dean said, chugging the whole beer down in a few gulps.

"I'm coming with you." Phoebe said, following Dean.

"What? With your teddy bear slippers on and poom-poom shorts? That'll really intimidate what we're up against." Dean scoffed.

"I'm sure, just looking at me will do more damage to them than what you can ever do." Phoebe laughed and Dean managed to gain a smirk from her comment. Throwing her jacket on, Piper and Prue confronted her brash decision to leave with Dean.

"You're not leaving Phoebe." Prue declared and Piper agreed.

"I have to help Sam. I'll be fine. If anything happens, I'll call Leo." Suddenly, blue orbs appeared and Leo came into fruition. Dean jumped back, and pointed his gun at Leo.

"Whoa!" Leo said raising his hands.

"Who the hell is this?" Dean yelled.

"Leo, put your hands down, you're dead already." Phoebe said pulling Dean's arm and storming out the house.

"Where's she going?" Leo asked, confused.

"She's going to go try to save a man that hasn't even taken her out on their first date yet." Piper sighed with irritation in her breath.

"Follow them, Leo. We'll be behind them. I've got to get dressed." Both sisters ran up the steps and Leo orbed off.

Sam and Andy conversed about Lily's death while they stood, guarding the house they were held up in. Andy poured salt on the window seals as Sam stared outside.

"... I can't believe she's dead..." Andy said as he stopped pouring the salt. Sam sighed.

"I know... listen, I'm going to scope out the place more; see if there's more weapons around... no one leaves this room." Sam ordered, "I'll be back."

"Wait a second... shouldn't someone go with you?" Jake asked, suspiciously.

"No. I'll be fine." Jake stood in Sam's way, glaring at him.

"Is there something you want to tell us? Why you have to go alone?... is there something you're hiding?" Sam took a deep sigh and clenched his jaw with vexation.

"I'm going alone because I'd rather put myself in danger then the three of you. I've been in much worse cases than this... I'm a hunter. I could take care of myself. Unless, of course, you want to put your life in more danger. Considering I just saved your ass not long ago..." Sam's intense, not-backing-down stare shifted Jake's mood and he moved out of his way, "Good choice." He said as he took off.

Jake took a seat and watched Andy pour more salt on the window seals and Ava sat, weeping quietly.

"I don't trust him... there's something not right about him..." Jake said.

"I didn't trust him the first time I met him but he saved my life. The guy's willing to put his life on the line for you. There's no better dedication then self sacrifice. So, I suggest you start trusting him." Andy said, tossing the bag on the ground and sitting next to Ava.

Sam carefully examined the building's aspects. Equip with a rusty crowbar in his hands and lighter, he walked down the dusty, ominous hallway. Suddenly, a decrepit wooden chair made it's way towards him filling the hallway up with a strikingly loud noise. As it grew towards him, it's speed grew faster and faster. With widened eyes, Sam dove into a room and closed the door.

Gathering his composure, Sam began looking around the room that was storage. Files were spread all over the ground and on the shelves. A thick black book vibrated and fell off the shelf. It's pages flipped open to a particular page. Sam drew closer to it and analyzed the page. There, a page of information on the Halliwell family. Their background, where they lived and photos of physical, mental, spiritual experimentation that was done on the women and men of the family. Sam's jaw could not pick itself up as he read deeper into the book. Photos of a women (that looked like Phoebe) being hung by her arms and legs as they pulled it further, eyes being cut out, and a man's tongue being ripped out his mouth.

"Sam..." A sly, cavernous voice said. Sam looked up the find the yellow eyed demon staring back at him, "I've got something to show you. Sleep." Before he could say a word, Sam's body shut off as he fell into a deep sleep.

"So, you're telling me Sam's in South Dakota?!" Dean shouted to Bobby.

"That's where Ash said he might be... he's got more intel on it but he's not answering his phone. I've called him damn near 17 times." Phoebe watched weary eyed as Dean stressed at the fact that South Dakota was so far away.

"That's 23 hours away! Did Ash say exactly where in South Dakota Sam might be?"

"He said Cold Oak..." Dean's eyes nearly bulged out of his face.

"Most haunted place in America?" Phoebe said.

"Apparently, yes..." Bobby answered.

"... I've gotta get on a plane... How the hell am I gonna do that?" Dean asked, scratching his head.

"I don't think you'll need a plane. I've got a personal teleportation device." Phoebe grinned, "LEO! LEO!" She yelled and he abruptly orbed down.

"Is everything okay?" Leo asked frantically.

"What the hell is that?!" Bobby said, taken aback.

"Same thing I said."

"This is my personal teleportation device." Phoebe smiled, pointing at Leo.

"... Come again?" Dean frowned with a face of bafflement.

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