Chapter 11: The Warehouse

"This is all my fault." Sam said as sat down on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. I shouldn't have taken the radio out in the first place." John got up from where he was kneeling and went over to Sam.

"None of this is your fault, Sammy." John said as he sat down next to Sam. "Now all we have to do is find that son of a bitch and rescue Dean."

"But how are we going to find him?" Sam asked. "I know he won't kill Dean until he gets me... but I doubt Dean has much longer with all the blood he's lost." John smiled.

"That's it Sammy." John said as he got up off the bed. "The demon won't kill Dean until he gets you so he must have left a clue as to where he was taking Dean."

John walked over to where Dean was only moments before and bent down to look at the floor. Sam got up and went over to help. They looked for what seemed like hours to Sam, but they couldn't find anything.

"It's no use, dad." Sam said dejectedly. "I'm not finding anything that could even remotely help us find Dean." John ignored Sam and bent down to look closer at something.

"I found something that could help us." John said, getting up off the floor. Sam went over to him and looked at what he had found. It was a bloody price tag from Ailine Warehouse. "Guess we know where we're going." Sam looked at the price tag again and nodded before following his dad out the door.

Dean regained consciousness groaned. He felt like he had been hit by a semi. He tried to move only to realize that he was tied to a post in the middle of the room. He tried to free his hands but he was tied too tightly.

"It's no use Dean." a voice said from across the room. Dean stopped struggling and looked up to see the demon walking out of the shadows.

"What do you want?" Dean said as the demon stopped in front of him. The demon just smiled and bent down so he was looking Dean straight in the eye.

"I want your brother, Dean." he said with a smile. "And I'm going to get him, just as soon as he finds that price tag I left behind. He'll come straight here trying to rescue you and fall into my trap."

"You'll never get Sam." Dean said with hatred in his eyes. The demon merely laughed and got up.

"You see?" he said looking at Dean. "That's where you're wrong. I'll get Sammy on my side eventually. Whether it's today, tomorrow, or next year I will get him." Dean just stared at him with such loathing that the demon looked away briefly before continuing. "I'm going to watch Sam kill you Dean… unless your injury kills you first. Although it shouldn't as I bandaged it already so Sam could kill you."

"Why go to all this trouble just to kill me?" Dean asked as he looked down at where he got shot. He wasn't bleeding anymore. "Why not just kill me yourself?" The demon just laughed at Dean.

"I need Sam on my side for the upcoming battle." he said looking over at Dean again. "And you keep interfering. So the best way to get rid of you and get Sam on my side is to have him kill you."

Dean glared at the demon as a door burst open somewhere in the factory. The demon smiled.

"Right on time." he pulled out a rag and gagged Dean. "Just so you can't call to them." And with that the demon vanished. Dean called out through his gag but he knew Sam would never be able to hear him.