AN: Goooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! Your Empress lives! Whoo! I missed y'all so much! Thank you so much you guys and gals for your patience is always greatly appreciated. And thank you for the get well wishes! My hand is doing so much better. It turns out, I had a severe case of eczema. Yeah. I get eczema on my elbows and sometimes my chest, but not on my hands. So that was a little weird to me. It was bad that some spots will probably scar but that's okay. I'm covered in them. Anyways, my dad got some heavy duty healing cream, and my hand is almost cleared up! Yay! But now I have a skin cyst on my side. *headtodesk* It hurts like hell. I thought it was a pimple at first, but it turned out to be a cyst. I can't do anything about it, just have to let it be and if it leaks, I have to let it run. It's infected, so I have to let it leak. Which sucks, but I get it. I would rather have a leaking side, than infected one. I still have to get my toes fixed as well. Sigh. One problem at a time, please body? I can't handle this much at once. Anyways. Sorry for whining y'all. I'm only 23 (soon to be 24! Dec. 18) and I feel like I'm falling apart. Pfft. This is definitely a sign that I need a change. Whoop! Rambling again! Sorry! When we left off, John took Sammy! No! You bastard!

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Escape!

Dean paced the living trying to contact Sam with telepathy but couldn't get through. Which meant Sam was asleep or unconscious. He growled deep in his throat. When he got his hands on his father he was going to strangle him. Kill him slowly but make sure it was painful. You do not touch Dean's baby. That's a big no no. That signed your death warrant. He growled again and his pacing picked up. Usually he didn't pace but he couldn't sit still for the life of him right now. He needed to figure a way to get his Sammy back.

"Dean sweetie? Please calm down." Karen tried to soothe the half wolf.

The fur on Dean's tail and ears were standing on edge, his claws were out, and his canine teeth bared. Dean looked like he was ready to do battle with someone. He also looked like he was going to murder the world. Or at least his father.

"I can't calm down! My demented father has my Sammy and when I find them, I ripping out my fathers heart." Dean snarled.

He didn't mean to snarl at his aunt, but his father took something that didn't belong to him. He couldn't communicate with Sam through telepathy, nor could he get his scent. His father took his truck, so he couldn't track him on foot. If he hadn't, Dean would've found Sam by now. He continued his pacing, then stopped and sighed.

"Sorry Aunt Karen. I'm not mad at you or Bobby, but I am angry." Dean said.

"I know honey. We're pissed to hell too. We'll get Sam back, we just need to settle down and think rationally." Karen said.

Dean nodded and began pacing again.

"Boy sit down! Yer making me dizzy." Bobby grumbled.

"Sorry, but I can't." Dean said.

Bobby grumbled under his breathe and booted up his computer. They had trekked back to the to see if John might've brought Sam back here, and was still here. But they were gone by the time they got back.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked.

"What does it look it? I'm tracking your father the old fashion way." Bobby said.

"If anyone can find them, it's your dear." Karen said. "And while he does that, you and I are going to do the dishes."

Karen drug her nephew into the kitchen and they did the dishes. Though Dean's mind wasn't on the dishes.

Meanwhile with John and Sam

Sam groaned as he came awake. He tried to move, but found he was restrained. But not with chains. With rope. He tried to open mouth and coughed. He was gagged. But not like before. His father must've thought he would've been unconscious the whole time. Sam sighed at his father's stupidity. He should've figured Sam would've woken up. He didn't even drug Sam. He passed out when John was dragging him away.

Sam also noticed his fever spiked. At least his heart wasn't beating as fast as it was anymore.

He wriggled around and used his claws to get free of the ropes. He took the gag out, and carefully made his way out of the bed of the truck. Once he hit the pavement, he turned into a wolf and took of as fast as he could.

He was tired, hurting, and dizzy from the fever but he had to get home. His De had calling him, he was worried and needed him. So he pushed past the pain and headed for home.

When he was about half way home he howled knowing that Dean would hear him.

Meanwhile with Dean and the others

Dean's ear twitched when he heard something. He listened again to see if he could hear it again, and he did. He knew that sound! That was his Sammy! He bolted to the door and gunned it outside. He was pretty fast for a half wolf. He howled to Sam letting him know he heard him. He smiled when he got an answering howl in return.

He found and noted how he was running. His fever was up. For a wolf fevers could be dangerous. He ran with Sam to the house and slowed down to a stop when they got to the porch.

"Sammy, you okay?" Dean asked.

Sam whined and passed back out.

"SAMMY!" Dean cried.

Poor Sammy. At least he escaped John. But it seemed a little too easy. Wonder what Johnny boy's up to? Again thank you all so much for your patience! I missed you all!

Until Next Time! *colors*