Sam woke up in the dark. There wasn't a sliver of light anywhere. He sat up and heard the clanging of chains. Upon inspection, he found that his hands were attached with a chain approximately a foot long and his feet with a chain about a foot and a half long.
He felt along the floor. It felt like cement or something like that. He thought he was probably in a basement. He explored with his hands a little farther to his right and felt what he thought was a box. He opened it and felt inside. There were several bottles and something that felt soft. He opened one of the bottles and tipped a bit onto his hand. Liquid came out. He brought his hand up and tentatively licked it. It seemed like normal water. He was practically dying of thirst, what with being chloroformed three times in who knows how long without any liquid. Besides, if they had wanted to kill him they could have done it already without poison and they had already knocked him out, so why do it again?
He drank what he thought would be about half the bottle. He probably shouldn't drink too much at once. Then he pulled out one of the soft things. It felt plastic. After a lot of experimental tugging and pulling, he finally discovered it was a loaf of bread. He ate a slice.
He slid his hands along the floor further and was stopped by something solid. He worked his way up and discovered they were bars. He followed them around until he bumped into something. It felt cold. He moved his hand up along it's curved side, until he came to the top. When he went to move his hand over it, there was a hole at the top. He slowly reached his hand inside and it got wet. He found there was more going up towards the back and discovered that it was a toilet. Right next to it was a sink.
He reached up his arms and stood on tip toe. He could just barely feel ceiling. He followed it over and confirmed that the bars reached all the way to the top. So, now he knew that he was in a cage about 3 feet by 3 feet, with a toilet, a sink, and bread and water. And apparently nothing else. He sat down wondering what to do with this information.
SSS
Billy Bob, Jason, and Ben were watching all this on a monitor. They had installed infrared cameras in the room with the cage.
"He didn't find the toothbrush. Think he'll find it later?" Jason asked. The toothbrush and toothpaste were his idea. He didn't want the prisoner coming out with smelly breath.
"Probably," Ben answered.
"I don't know. I think he's done exploring," Billy Bob said.
"He's done for now," Ben agreed. "But, he'll go back over everything again. Remember, we're leaving him in there for a week, and with no windows he'll have no idea how much time is passing. And with no idea why he is in there, or if we've left him in there forever, he'll get desperate and keep trying to find a way out. Until about day five, when he'll totally give up."
"So, what do we do now?" Jason asked.
"Let's go out for beer. We can fast forward through all the nothingness at the end of the week."
SSS
Dean went back to the bar that night and asked to speak to the owner. "I need to see your security footage of the parking lot for last night," he said, flashing a fake badge.
"Got a warrant?"
"No, but if you make me get one, I'll make your life difficult," Dean said.
"Fine." What did he care? He hadn't committed any crimes in the parking lot. He would watch the tape with the cop and if there was anything on it that could get him in trouble, he'd accidentally destroy it getting it out of the player. He figured all he had to do was scratch the disk.
He set the machine up. Dean told him what time he was interested in and they watched. Dean watched as Sam came out of the bar. He walked behind a van and the passenger door opened and someone got out and was running to the back when the back door opened and Sam was pushed back into the passenger. A cloth already going over his mouth. He was shoved inside, all in less than five seconds. He hadn't stood a chance. They were laying in wait for him. Unfortunately, Dean didn't recognize any of them and the plate was totally unreadable. Not even a state.
"OK, do me a favor and give this to the local precinct," Dean said. There wasn't much on there, and the cops would probably give up pretty quick, but he wanted them to at least know about this but he needed to start on finding Sam now.
"Sure," the owner said, but the whole thing felt off. There was no way that guy was a cop and he didn't want to get involved in anything weird. He threw the disk out and stuck another one in the camera.
Meanwhile Dean was back in the bar asking everyone if they had noticed a black van in the parking lot the night before. Some had. Most hadn't. Those who had, hadn't noticed anything special about it.
Dean figured his best bet was to make a list of enemies. Someone had obviously been stalking them. It never occurred to him that it might be random. It just looked too well planned out.
SSS
Three days later
Sam finally found the toothbrush and toothpaste. He gratefully brushed his teeth and started looking to see if he had missed anything else. He hadn't. Not as far as he could tell anyway.
"LET ME OUT!" he yelled. Then he started shaking the bars, trying to break them. He had no idea how long he had been down there, but figured it must have been about a week.
SSS
Four days later
"OK, we're going to let him out in a bit. Let's watch the highlight reel," Billy Bob laughed.
They watched the tape in fast forward motion, putting it on regular speed if he did something interesting. He didn't do much. He slept. He drank. He ate bread. He used the toilet. Every once in a while he tried to find a way out. They laughed when they saw the part with him screaming to be let out. After that, there was mostly despair. He had slept for ten hours straight at one point.
"So, Mr. Pshychology major, what's he feeling?" Jason asked.
"Despondent."
"OK, well, flip on the lights," Billy Bob said. "And remember, when we go get him, nobody speak."
They turned on the lights remotely and headed out to the other house to get him.
Sam was awake when the lights came on. "Aargh," he said and covered his eyes. He wondered if something was going to happen, or he was just going to be in here with lights now.
About ten minutes later he felt himself become accustomed to the light and he heard a door opening. He stood up. The three men from before were coming down the stairs.
One of them opened the door, while the other two pointed rifles at him. The first one grabbed him and propelled him forward to the stairs. He was prodded up them. He was marched out a few yards from the house and pushed down onto the ground. The three men retreated into the woods.
SSS
Dean had followed up every lead he could think of. The truth was, they just didn't have all that many human enemies. He decided to call Bobby and see if he could help.
Bobby checked his phone when it rang. He was surprised to see that it was Dean. He had been so surly after his father had died and wanted to leave the second he was done fixing the Impala. He had told them to keep in touch, and just seen a sad look in Dean's eyes. He wasn't ready to betray his father by turning to his second father. But Bobby had promised to be here when Dean was ready.
"Dean?" he answered.
"Bobby, Sam was kidnapped and I can't figure out who took him."
Figures it was worry about Sam that made him pick up the phone. "Where are you?"
"Wisconsin."
"I'm on my way."
A/N: In case anyone's wondering, I was concerned about "cave blindness" and I looked it up and everything I found said it was a myth. So, Sam's sight should be just fine.
