Disclaimer: the characters are not mine. Everything else is though.

Sam is fifteen, Dean is nineteen.

School is FINALLY started to wind down. However some things are just starting to wind up T^T

Still, i am trying to get into the groove of updating on a regular basis again.

I know this chapter is relatively short... hopefully I'll be able to update again soon...

Enjoy chapter ten!

As soon as speedometer was below 10 mpg, Dean pulled out his pistol and jumped out of the car.

"Dean!" John yelled, slamming the brakes and jumping out himself. "Dammit, Dean! WAIT!"

Dean completely ignored him as he ran to the derelict house and kicked the door in.

"BRET!" Dean screamed as he ran in, making sure his pistol was pointing in front of him the entire time. He wanted to be able to pull the trigger as soon as he saw the bastard. "Bret! Get the fuck out here with Sam!"

Praying that neither one of the Winchesters were going to get themselves killed, Bobby quickly followed them, taking a bit more caution. Damn idjits...

After John did a quick sweep of the upstairs and Dean established that no one was on the ground floor, they looked toward the basement door. For some undefinable reason, they didn't run towards the door in any sort of panic or blind fit a rage as before.

For a moment, Dean just stared at the door. He already knew Sam wasn't here. He would have at least sensed him by now. He knew that the place was empty... But he still needed to check the basement.

John watched Dean carefully. As unpredictable as Dean was being right now, John knew that he couldn't let his guard down for a single moment.

Dean stepped forward and descended the basement stairs, casually flicking the light on. John and Bobby completely forgotten, he scanned the basement with growing horror at what he saw.

John had closely followed behind Dean, and when he saw what was in down there, he had to clutch his gun hard to keep himself from visually reacting.

The unfinished basement was mostly empty except for a table, chair, and some sort of metal device. It didn't take long to deduce what had happened though. There were blood-covered electrodes connected to the machine; the occasional smears of blood that stained the floor and walls made a trail from the chair to the staircase.

Without any warning, Dean run up the stairs, blindly knocking John and Bobby out of the way as he ran out of the basement and out of the house. It was too stifling in there. He needed to get out. He needed to get out of that house and away from that room.

"Dean!" John quickly got up and ran after his eldest. He couldn't let Dean out of his sight. He had to make sure Dean didn't do anything drastic.

But he didn't have to worry. As soon as he got outside, he found Dean just standing in the middle off long grass, breathing heavily; whether from exertion or panic, John wasn't sure.

Dean forcibly calmed his breathing down, not wanting John or Bobby's sympathy. Sensing both the men behind him, he said, "Sam found a demon. They're going after it now."

Bobby felt sorry for the boy, but he needed to know the facts. "Do you have any idea where they might have gone? Did Sam only have a certain range or...?"

Dean laughed bitterly. "Hell, if I know. Not like I ever asked. And I never went with them before." He shook his head as he headed back to the impala without a backwards glance. "We have to start the search from scratch."

Sam flinched and whimpered as the trunk was opened. Not even giving a second's reprieve, Bret grabbed Sam by the arm and yanked him out, watching Sam crumble to the ground in a trembling heap with a cold indifference. He yanked out a map of the local area and thrust it into Sam's face. "Where's the demon?"

As much as he tried to control it, Sam's breathing was erratic and panicky. His stomach was tied in such a tight knot that he felt like he was going to vomit any second. He was trembling so hard that he barely had any control of his motor functions. The terror was so thick in his veins now that Sam could physically feel it taking over his body.

Getting impatient, Bret backhanded Sam, ignoring the loud thunk of Sam's head hitting the car.

"Easy, Bret!" Rob said. "Don't wanna kill 'im before we even get to the demon."

Bret scoffed. "I ain't gonna kill him." He threw the map down and grabbed Sam by his shirt. "You're gonna live a nice... long... life." He repeatedly slammed Sam's body against the car to emphasize his words. He smiled cruely as Sam started to sob. "You're gonna hunt demons with me... until either I die... or until I no longer have any use for you."

Bret grabbed Sam's jaw, squeezing it hard. It wasn't until then that Sam noticed the gloves Bret was wearing. "And don't think your brother's coming for you. If he knows what's best, he'll be thankful I took you off his hands and move on."

Sam started sobbing in earnest, the thought of his brother leaving him with Bret just too much for his fractured psyche to handle. "N-no..." he whimpered. "Deeean..."

Bret squeezed Sam's jaw harder to get him to stop talking. "And... if for some reason, I do see your brother again..." Bret smirked. "I'll cut his throat right in front of your eyes."

Sam's vision started to blacken as he choked on his sobs. The fabricated image of Dean, bloodied and dead, flashed unwillingly before his eyes, nearly sending him over the edge.

Bret laughed. "So do we have an understanding now, freak?"

Sam screwed his eyes shut and nodded frantically. He had never felt so cornered and alone.

"Now..." Bret picked up the map. "Where's the demon?"

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