It had been quiet all night. Dean felt like a caged animal. It was draining to stay sharp and focused hour after hour for nothing. Ben had gone to bed about an hour ago and Dean just paced the house, waiting. Sam had called a couple times to say that it was all quiet on his end as well. A little after 1 am, Ben's cell rang. He had left it on the coffee table. Dean picked it up and looked at the caller ID. Amber. Dean wasn't sure if he should answer it, it could be personal. Considering what was going on, though, he thought he'd risk it.

"Yeah. Ben's phone."

"Come and get her." Came a male voice over the line. Dean's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Come and get who?... Hello?" There was nothing further and then a loud racket, as if whomever had been on the other end had dropped the phone. Dean waited, but the phone was never picked up again and the line went dead.

As he was puzzling over this, his own cell vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out. Sammy. "Tell me Amber is okay."

"You want me to lie?" Sammy asked.

"Damn it, Sam, what happened?"

"She never called or texted Dean. She was supposed to let me know when they were leaving. A delivery truck came and blocked my view. It was the second one of the night and since she hadn't contacted me, I didn't get out of the car to investigate. When it left, a delivery van, that had been parked in the alleyway for a bit, also left, going the opposite direction. No idea if they were together or not. Needless to say, when they were gone, and out of the way, I saw the girls on the sidewalk beyond. It looked like one of them was hurt, so I rushed over. Apparently, Amber and a friend had gone back to the club to retrieve a coat and when they came back through, the friend was shoved to the ground and Amber was snatched. The girls didn't see it happen and couldn't find Amber afterwards. The alley is clean, so I assume she had to be in one of those delivery vehicles. Damn it, Dean, I'm sorry."

"No, no. Sammy, she didn't contact you. You didn't know." Dean sighed and remembered Ben's cell. "Listen, stay on the line. I want to try something. Where are you?"

"Okay..." Sam didn't sound too sure. "I'm still on the sidewalk with the girls."

"Okay. Hold on." Dean hung up Ben's cell and dialed Amber's number. When it started ringing, he asked Sammy if he heard anything.

"Um yeah. I hear some music. Really quiet."

"Oh God. Follow it Sam, let me know what you find." It was quiet for a minute. Dean could hear Sam moving around.

"Shit."

"What, Sam?"

"Little doorway, that was padlocked earlier tonight, in the alley. Amber's cell and her purse, with contents, scattered all over inside."

"Son of a bitch. They got her, Sam. Tell those girls to skip the coffee and get home and then get your ass back here on the double."

Dean hung up and then worried about how to tell Ben he had let him down. He walked out of his life when he was kid and now he's messed it up again. Damn. Guess it was only a matter of time before Dean let Ben down in some way. This is what happened when he let people in. Eventually he screwed up and they got hurt.

He went in, woke up Ben, and told him the news. He now had to buy Amber a new lamp and alarm clock, but he thought he took it pretty well. Ben was hell bent on going out to look for her and it took Dean a while to talk him down.

"Ben! Damn it, man! What are you going to do out there, huh? You got a gimp leg and arm..."

"Quit reminding me about how useless I am! You don't think I know it?!"

"Dude, sorry, I'm just trying to get you to step back and look at this realistically. We have no idea where they went or even how they got her out of there. So cool your jets, get off the ankle and wait for Sammy to get here."

Ben dropped to the couch and let out a yell of frustration, anger, rage, maybe a bit of loss. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples with his fingers. Dean let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, rubbed his face, and started pacing again.

Fifteen minutes later, Sam walked through the door and went straight for his laptop. He sat in a chair, propped it open on his lap and started tapping at it.

"Hey Sammy, you got something?"

"Well, on the drive back, I replayed it all in my head. I think the large delivery truck was just that. I mean, I watched the guy open up the back and deliver whole stacks of stuff to the club. I think the get away vehicle, if you will, was the delivery van in the alley. They only used the delivery truck as cover. So, first, I need to find out what kind of van it was and then, maybe Ben can get into the DMV and find out how many of them are running around the area."

"Hmm. It's a start."

Dean nodded at Ben who only clenched his jaw, making the tendons on his jawline pop and twitch. He looked like he was trying very hard to cooperate.

"Got it! A Ford Connect. It had a unique look to it. You think you can find out how many of these are licensed in the area, Ben?" Sam turned his laptop around to show a picture of the van and handed it to Ben.

Ben tapped at it for a while and then set the laptop down on the couch next to him. He got up, hobbled into the kitchen, let out another cry of rage and Dean and Sam heard something shatter. Sam ran into the kitchen and Dean leaned down to look at the computer. There was a message saying the site he was trying to get into was temporarily down for maintenance. Fuck technology, sometimes.

In the kitchen Ben had thrown a glass on the floor and then realized he was barefoot. Sam was sweeping up the mess when Dean walked in. Dean looked at Ben and Ben at Dean. The thoughts they conveyed without saying anything was profound. The worry, fear, rage, sadness...all of it was written across Ben's face. Along with a clear sense of helplessness. Ben looked at Dean and silently asked what he was supposed to do. In return, Dean gave him his best big brother look. Sammy had seen it a hundred times and, maybe, in this case, it was more of a father look. Dean told him to calm down, we'll figure this out, it's going to be okay, and most importantly, I'm here for you, I got you.

This exchange of thoughts, in a look, took only a minute. Ben took a deep shuddering breath and slowly let it out. He was barely keeping it together. His eyes glistened with unshed tears and the tendons in his jaw continued to twitch. Dean looked at Ben's hands. He was leaning back against the counter and he held onto the counter at his sides. His knuckles were white with the force of his grip.

"Okay. So DMV website, or whatever, is down. Probably for the night. I suggest we all get some sleep and tackle this in the morning. Ben, I know you want to be doing something, God do I know, but right now the best thing we can do is get some rest."

Sammy dumped his dustpan of glass into the garbage and looked over at Ben. "He's right, Ben. I know it's hard. Dean and I have both been in your shoes more times than we care to count, believe me, but he's right. Sleep is the best thing right now. In the morning, you can get on that website and Dean and I will call Amber's friends and see if any of them remember anything, okay?"

Ben let out another shuddering sigh. Dean walked over to Ben and held out his arm, offering to lend support on the side with the bad ankle and get him back to bed. As Ben put his arm across Dean's shoulders, Dean called back to Sam. "You're going to want to bring that broom to the bedroom and clean up a lamp."

AN: I know that was a short little chapter, but I felt it best to end this one here than make the next one too long...Hope you are all enjoying the story.