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Chapter 10

Dean kicked his father out of the motel room. Why does he have to be a jerk? He turned to his brother.

"You okay, Sammy?"

Sam nodded, "I guess. So tell me about the other murder."

"Oh, right. I forgot about that. Well, I just read in the papers that some woman was found last night in front of an old statue. The papers stated that this is the third death in front of that same statue."

"Do they describe the statue? Or maybe have a picture of the statue?"

Dean nodded and handed the paper to his brother. Sam took the paper and stared intently at the picture.

"What is it?"

"This picture reminds me of something," Sam said and booted up the laptop.

"What?"

Sam didn't answer for what seemed like a long time.

"Sam!"

"What?"

"You said that picture reminded you of something. What did it remind you of?"

"This. Hey, you ever hear the story of Black Aggie?"

"What's Black Aggie?"

"It was a statue here in one of the cemeteries of Maryland. Some people said it was haunted or something. Any one who crossed in front of this statue would die right in front of it."

"So what? Think maybe there's a replica of this Black Aggie?"

"Either that or they never got rid of the statue like they said they did and now it's starting the murders all over again."

"How on earth is a statue causing murders? There's gotta be something else to it."

"Maybe it's the spirit of the woman who died and who the statue was made for."

"Well if that's the case, all we gotta do is burn this statue and the murders will stop, right?"

Sam shrugged.

"Well it's worth a shot. Let's go."

Sam and Dean made it to the cemetery by late afternoon.

"Dude, how are we gonna be sure it's the right one?" Sam asked.

"Just look for the creepiest statue," Dean joked.

"You're such a jerk."

"And you're such a bitch."

"Why'd you call me a bitch?"

"Dude, I always call you a bitch after you call me a jerk."

"Oh, okay."

"Oh, Sam, I am sorry. I forgot that you didn't remember."

"Nah, its okay. Let's split up."

Dean nodded and the two went two different ways. It was close to evening by the time Dean made it back to the impala. He hadn't seen Sam or heard him in a while.

"Sam?" He called out.

Dean got no response.

"Sammy?" He screamed again. Still nothing.

Dean tried Sam's cell phone and got the voicemail. Now Dean was beginning to worry. He ran back toward the cemetery screaming his brother's name.

Sam woke up and realized that he wasn't in the cemetery any more. And his head hurt.

"Hey, boss? You sure this is a good idea?"

Sam heard a voice but couldn't make out where it was coming from.

"Of course. Trust me, his brother will never find him. Just like last time."

Sam looked around and tried to move and found that he was chained to a wall. Shit! He struggled against the chains. He remembered the last time he was chained to a wall hadn't turned out good.

"Looks like our sleeping beauty is awake," Sam heard one of the voices say and head toward him.

"Hello, Sam."

"Wh-who are you? How do you know my name?"

Dean raced around the dark cemetery at least twice before he realized that Sam wasn't there. He knew he had a case to do, but he couldn't worry about that right now. He needed to find Sam. He ran to the impala and pulled out his cell phone and dialed Bobby.

"Pick up Bobby, please."

"Hello?"

"Bobby, its Dean."

"Dean? What's wrong? Where's Sam?"

"I, uh, I don't know."

"What do you mean 'you don't know'?"

"Just what I said Bobby. Sam and I are in Maryland working on a case. We went to the cemetery to check out what we needed to look at. We decided to split up and Sam's just gone. I couldn't find him anywhere."

"Did you check the GPS signal?"

Dean nodded and forgot that Bobby couldn't see him, "Yes, but it seems to be disabled or something."

"What's the matter, Sammy, don't remember me?"

"Don't call me that. Only Dean calls me that."

"Aah yes, Dean. The infamous big brother Dean Winchester. The brother who didn't care about you when you left."

"Shut up. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, but I do. Dean doesn't care about you. He never did. And as far as your father is concerned, well, he could care even less about his pathetic, worthless son."

"Shut the fuck up!"

"What's the matter, Sam? Struck a nerve? I know how much your brother and father don't care about you, but I will let you in on a little secret: I care about you a lot."

Dean paced the motel room. He had given Bobby the address to where he was staying at hours ago. Dammit, Bobby! Hurry up!

There was a knock on the door. Dean grabbed his pistol and went to the door.

"Dean, its Bobby. Don't shoot."

Dean lowered the gun and opened the door, "Sorry, Bobby. Just cautious."

"Of course, Dean."

"Dean cares about me. Dean loves me."

"Sure he does. So tell me, did he ever look for you when you ran away? I mean how do you know he's even looking for you now? For all we know, he could be driving to another town happy to be rid of you."

"Dean wouldn't do that."

"Sam, I see all and know all. Love me and I promise to never leave you alone again."

"No!"

"Well, if you insist. Have it your way," Trix looked at his flunky and nodded.

The man had a sharp object in his hand and walked toward Sam.

"Bobby, Sam could be anywhere."

"I understand that, but Dean we need to think strategically. We need to figure out where he is and have a plan."

"Bobby, Sam can barely fight. He needs us now."

"Okay, Dean. Where is he? I mean you must know where he is or have some clue as to where he could be."

Dean lowered his head.

Sam screamed as the man cut his arm, "Let me go!"

"No, I don't think so. Not until you give me what I want."

"Never! You will never get what you want from me!"

The man with the knife cut his other arm.

"Aaaaaaaaah!"

"We can keep doing this all night," Trix said.

Sam struggled against the chains.

"I know you're worried about Sam, Dean. I am too, but we can't go into this half-cocked. I mean we don't even know where he could be? For all we know he might not even still be here in Maryland."

Dean grabbed Bobby's collar, "Don't you say that. Don't you dare say that."

"Dean…"

Suddenly Dean remembered something, "Caves."

"What?"

"Caves. In Sam's nightmare he remembered being in a cave. Every time Sam had a nightmare he was in a cave. If this is the same person who tortured him last time, then he's gotta be in a cave."

Bobby nodded, "Well, at least that's a start," he said and rummaged around the room for a map.

"Bobby, you find something?" Dean asked after several minutes passed.

"There are a ton of caves around here. I wouldn't know where to start."

"Dammit!"

Sam couldn't take anymore. His chest was bloody, he could barely see out of one eye and his wrists and ankles were in pain. He was just grateful that the man had stopped so he could breathe for a minute. Dean, where are you? I need you, Dean. Come save me, please. I won't leave you ever again, just come get me.

"Boss, it ain't working. Kid's not gonna give."

"Well, then we'll just have to kill him and try another way."

TBC...