A.N.: Soooooo...I just got back from Denver and seeing my brother. Sorry I left you guys hanging for so long. Here is the latest in the 'Trapped' saga, hope you enjoy. Thank you SO much for all the support. To make up for the long hiatus I am going to attempt to post another chapter tonight. :)

Disclaimer: Not mine.

His whole body is humming in anticipation.

Ever since he found the newest clue, he has been waiting for the final puzzle piece to fall into the place, the last aha moment so he can go save his brother.

A quick glance at the tacky overhead clock shows him that they only have a little over an hour left before...

His face must have shifted from determination to dread because Bobby suddenly speaks up.

"Sam, none of that now. We almost cracked this walnut."

Sam shakes his head. "Yeah, I know. I know. Thanks."

Bobby taps onto the table. "You got it kid, now help me figure out what we ain't seeing. Thinking maybe your brother is ready for this whole shit trip to be over with."

Sam runs a hand through his hair as he drops into the chair with a stressed laugh. "Yeah, I'll bet he is too."

"Well, what do we got?"

"Um...well we know all of the victims that Lily took looked a little bit like Dean. She's trying to get revenge."

Bobby nods. "Revenge on this..." he pauses to grab a stack of papers. "Travis Little."

"Right. But he's dead. Bastard offed himself shortly after burying Lily."

Bobby growls low in his throat. "If there is one thing I can't stand, it's a fucking coward. Not enough that he tortured this poor kid, but he took the easy way out too."

Sam's face darkens along with his voice. "I wouldn't worry about that. I don't think he got off easy in the end."

"Here's hoping." Bobby states taking a swig from the soda can in front of him. "But how does that help us?"

"It doesn't." Sam grumbles. "It's so close Bobby, so goddamn close..." His hands stretch out to the pile of information.

"What are we missing Sam?" Bobby asks pulling his cap from his head. "What in the world are we missing?"

Sam runs a finger down the print. "We know who took him, we know why, we just don't know where."

"And since trying to summon the little angel did nothing but ruin the rug we got to figure it out."

Sam casts another desperate look to the clock. "And soon."

Bobby grunts in agreement.

"I wish I could figure out what the hell the link is. Why were they all buried in different places, what is the connection?"

Bobby shrugs. "I don't know." he picks up one of the articles. "Wait a minute,"

Sam jumps up. "What is it?"

"Listen to this. The wife of Steve Mulligan stated that he was found underneath a tree in their backyard, directly under his hammock."

"Go on."

"It was his favorite place he told his wife."

"Hold on," Sam rifles through another stack of articles. "Hector Dominguez he was found in the ball field, he almost went pro. He threw out his shoulder," he breaks off and scans the rest of the story. "It was his favorite place."

"What about Lily, where did they find her?"

"In the playground that she was originally kidnapped in. Buried right by the sandbox."

"Yahtzee." Bobby grins.

"I know where he is." Sam says thrusting his Dad's journal into a duffel and grabbing his jacket.

"Sam, wait just a second." the older man tries to absorb what Sam is telling him as he reaches for his own jacket.

The younger hunter waves the keys in his hand on the way our the door. "Bobby, I know where Dean is!"