A/N: I have a bad habit of starting something, then getting sidetracked, then forgetting about the thing I started in the first place. So, please bug the hell out of me if I forget about this again LOL.

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Sam skidded to a halt and turned around, expecting to see his brother close on his heels. No such luck, Dean was no where to be found. "Dean?" he called into the empty hallway. He wanted to go back and look for him, maybe something had happened, maybe he was hurt.

The sounds off footsteps running toward him, caused Sam to tense. It could be Dean, but it was coming from the opposite direction. Sam spun on his heels, expecting to see someone charging toward him, but there was nothing. 'That was strange' he thought. It wasn't very often that Sam thought of something as 'strange'. with what he and his brother did for a 'living', for something to be strange, was in itself strange.

"Ok, Sam, Time to think of something to do" he said out loud. He looked down at the book he now held in his hands. It was surprisingly plain for something supposedly so powerful. To the naked eye, it just looked like a tattered old manuscript or dusty volume of some long forgotten collection.

Temptation peeked in Sam. He was curious about it now. He could open it, only for a minute, even though his gut told him to not open this book under any circumstances.

The sound of the footsteps could be heard again, this time running away from him. The book was forgotten and he focused in on the clomping of soles against the hardwood of the hallway. "Hello?" he called, though probably not the smartest of moves. He mentally slapped himself for doing it.

Sam had a decision to make, follow the sounds to God knew where, or wait for his brother. Sam looked back toward the direction he had come from, debating with himself.

"Sorry Dean…" he whispered before taking off after the retreating footsteps.

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Dean and his father stayed as quiet and out of sight as possible. They both knew familiars could be spread throughout the whole building.

The outside of the building did not give away how huge the place actually was. There was hallway after hallway, room after room, all lining floor after floor. To say the place was confusing would be the understatement of the century.

"Are you sure you don't have any clue where he could have gone with that book?" John asked for what seemed like the millionth time.

Dean merely glared at his father. He was keeping an extra close eye on him, not trusting him as far as he could throw him.

"Dean, I'm only asking because its very important we find him"

"Not because you're worried about Sam, right?'

"He's a big boy, Dean. He can take care of himself"

Dean rounded on his father "Even big boys drown in shark infested waters" he said through clenched teeth.

"What's wrong with you?" John asked, glaring up at his son.

"Oh, nothing…" Dean replied and kept walking

They came to a corner and just as Dean was about to turn, he rammed right into something. Jumping up and taking a fighting stance, he found Alec looking back at him, doing the same. "Alec! You scared the shit outta me!"

"It wasn't intentional, I promise" Alec replied, dusting off the front of his pants "But, hey…it's the little things that make life worth living"

"Dick"

"Ass"

"BITCH!"

"JERK!"

"I hope you get hit by a car!"

"And I hope you get mauled by rabid monkeys!"

"Hey Hey Hey!" Max half yelled, getting between the clones "Seriously, you two are working my nerves. QUIT IT, before I kick one of your asses" she looked at everyone present and realized something "Where's Sam?"

"Dunno," Dean answered, still glaring at Alec "He took off running and we haven't see him since"

"He has the book" John added.

"Well, lets go find him" Alec offered "No use standing here like we have nothing better to do with our time"

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Sam followed the footsteps for what seemed like an hour. They were so erratic, making sharp turns and dodging in and out of rooms, almost child like. However, he was determined now to find the source. He didn't know why he felt compelled to follow phantom noises, but something was drawing him. His better judgment even screamed in his ear to stop and go find Dean.

"Hello?" he continued to call into various hallways.

Finally they stopped, coming to a halt behind a random door. Sam hesitated, staring at the closed wooden planks of the door. Coming from behind the door was the sound of muffled laughter, again, childlike. Maybe this was a kid in trouble.

Sam flung open the door to find a little girl. She could be no older then 11 with her blonde curls up in pigtails, staring at him with a huge smile on her face. Sam was officially confused. This is what he'd been chasing?

"Hi there" he said, putting a smile on his face to reassure her he was no threat.

"Hi" she replied, mirroring his smile.

"Are you lost?"

"No"

Sam quirked an eyebrow and came forward to kneel in front of her so he was eyelevel. "What are you doing here then?"

"Looking for you, Sammy"

Sam's eyes narrowed and his brows drew together in confusion. Did she just say his name? before he knew it, and quicker then he could react, she produced a hypodermic needle filled with a sickly green liquid and stuck him in the neck.

Sam fell back onto his backside and griped his neck. The last thing he remembered was the little girl standing over him, grinning.

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Dean, Alec, Max, and John searched everywhere, but found no signs of Sam.

"He couldn't have gotten very far" Alec mumbled

"Well obviously he did…That or I completely underestimated his hide and seek skills" Dean replied absently

They entered another room off of the hallway they were walking down.

"Hey, look at this" Max said, kneeling in the middle of the floor. Alec and Dean knelt beside her "Looks like something was dragged…something heavy and very humanlike, and very recently."

Out of the corner of his eye, and behind a random box, Dean saw something. Getting up and walking to it, he picked up a shoe. A shoe that until recently was on Sam's foot. "SON OF A BITCH!" he yelled in frustration. "They have Sam!"

Alec and Max stood as well. "Well lets go get him" Max said

"Easier said then done" Alec snorted "We're what, four against many?"

"More like three…" Max mumbled. "Where's your father?"

"CRAP!" Dean screamed and kicked the box "I knew it! He's with them"

"What do we do now?" Max asked

"Find Sam" Dean answered with a stern face and clenched fists. "Then find my father and kick the SHIT out of him"

"How much do you think that will accomplish?" Alec snorted

"I don't care, it'll make me feel a hell of a lot better!"

"Well, lets go then, we can follow these marks as far as we can" Max said, pointing to the clear drag marks on the floor.