Authors Note: I'm sorry I left you all of at a cliffhanger I just couldn't help myself *evil grin* or maybe I could hehehe. I promise no Winchester was hurt in the making of this story….not!!!. Expect surprises and suspense for the rest of the way. Also this will be a short chapter but it's a build up chapter for what's to come. Thanx Charity

Sam jerked back instantly on instinct as he heard the distinct sound of a gun being fired. He lost his balance as he fell on his back twisting his already injured ankle. He would have cried out in pain if he had the breath but the air was stolen out of him from his abrupt fall. Suddenly his heart seemed to stop as he realized why he even fell in the first place. Looking around frantically for Bobby he noticed him lying on the ground dead still. Tears sprung to his eyes at the thought. He quickly crab crawled as best as he could to his fallen friend but a muddied boot stopped his crawling with a well placed boot on his hand. He instantly yelped at the contact and tried to retrieve his hand but it was stuck underneath who ever was holding his hand hostage. He got goosebumps thinking about whom that could possibly be.

Looking up as best as he could trying to peer through the darkness he saw Walter's smiling face leering down at him. The pain in his ankle and hand were instantly forgotten as he turned a shade of red. "You bastard!" He yelled out.

Walter seemed to smile even more. "Why thank you Sam I'll take that as a compliment."

Sam growled low in his throat. He looked again at Bobby's lifeless form and had to stop himself from yelling out in frustration. "What did you do to him?"

"Who? Bobby? It's just a well placed dart to knock him out Sam the gun sounded louder than it is."

Sam had to breathe out a sigh of relief at that. At least Bobby wasn't hurt. He wouldn't be the cause for some one else getting hurt. "And my brother?" Sam asked hesitantly almost afraid of the answer.

"Safe and sound. He's just hidden till we know we have you."

Sam again let out a sigh of relief. Colors flashed across his vision as his ankle picked up its angry throbbing. His hand was losing feeling and turning a hideous shade of purple. Sam knew he was at his limits. He couldn't hobble around forever without consequences. Rapidly blinking to clear his vision Sam sighed, "you have me now just let my brother go."

He watched as Walter seemed to turn to his counter part and nod. The pressure on his hand was let up and Sam really didn't seem to care to attempt to move. His ankle was emitting a dull throbbing which in tune was turning his stomach. His hand hurt to the point that he didn't think he could move his fingers.

"Go to sleep Sam you'll see your brother soon."

Sam let those be his last words as his tired and aching body finally succumbed to unconsciousness.

Dean was rapidly thinking an elaborate escape plan. He had to admit this was the stupidest most harebrained scheme he ever came up with. Now though the saying desperate times call for desperate measures could never be anymore true. The gag was slowly choking him every time he tried to forcefully push it out so he gave up on that a long time ago.

The ropes though they were a different story. They were loose from him constantly pulling on them for the duration of the time and Dean had a truly, ridiculous and mad theory that if he tipped himself over (onto the hard stone surface underneath him) that either the ropes or the chair would give way enough to get free. It was all theory of course.

He looked sadly at the hard surface beneath him and had to keep up the mantra this was for Sammy. Finally with one hard tumble he was crashing to the ground.

As soon as the chair and himself made impact he knew this was stupid. His head smacked the ground hard as his hands collided with solid rock. He groaned through the gag as he tried to recover his bearings. Everything was spinning and he had to take a minute to remember why he was on the ground. His the chair will break theory was a load of crap because the chair didn't even snap upon impact. He cursed profanities as he tried his aching hands. They were solidly secured behind him. No hope for escape. No hope for rescuing Sam.

Now he was stuck on his side with his head throbbing and the worry escalating. He almost wanted to cry at how pathetic he must look. So to calm himself down he did what he normally does. He sang metallica songs in his head.

Walter kicked Sam for good measure to really make sure he was out and was rewarded when his limp body turned over onto his back. He grinned.

"Jeb leave Bobby here he won't be up for hours. We have to hike back up there and carry Sam ourselves." Walter barked orders to his cousin.

Jeb seemed almost irritated by how the hunt was going. The only reason he went on these things was for the blood. He thrived in the atmosphere of blood and guts and he oh so badly wanted to spill Sam Winchester's guts. Walter always seemed to have a plan. Unfortunately one he didn't like.

He wanted to outright kill Bobby Singer.

He wanted to dig deep in the fun aspect of torturing Dean Winchester.

He wanted to string Sam up like a slab of meat and tear his intestines out.

Walter didn't want to do any of these things and he was forced to drop the case. Not this time. He thought. Walter has had all the fun in this hunt. Killing Brian, setting up the traps so he wouldn't get any enjoyment out of Sam's injury, shooting Bobby and Dean.

All he has been was the lookout, gun cleaner, good ole' sidekick extraordinaire when needed. Not in this lifetime pal. Walter may have some wild reasons for killing Sam but Jeb doesn't care all he cares about is Sam's beautiful blood dripping out of his body.

Jeb silently nodded as he felt the weight of his small handgun in his pocket. He whipped it out and pointed it right at Walter's head.

Walter was too enthralled with Sam to even notice.

"Hey Wally!"

Walter turned with a perturbed look on his face. Jeb knows not to call him that damn pet name. "Jeb I told y-" He stopped mid sentence at the sound of a gun. Not just a tranq dart but a real hand gun. He looked stunned to see that Jeb was the one who was handling it.

Finally looking down at his chest there was a bullet sized hole right in the middle. He tried to formulate words but nothing came out of his mouth but blood.

Walter dropped to his knees and finally face planted to the ground a firm smile still plastered on his face even in death.

Jeb ran up to Walter and gave him a swift kick. Walter was dead.

Jeb was the one who smiled this time. He would still be smiling till the end too. Strolling over to Sam he bent down and rested a hand on his hand. "We gonna have some fun tonight boy. This is my turf now only blood and guts allowed." He whispered as he slowly picked Sam's body up and huffed him over his shoulders for the long trek up the mountain.

What a twist of events!! Jeb turned on Walter his own cousin. But Jeb plays differently then Walter does. Jeb's playing field is blood and gore what are our boys gonna do now? What about Bobby? We'll soon find out. Feedback appreciated. Thanx Charity