A/N: Ok well I feel like an idiot. Here I am complaining about the damn pop-ups and there's a freaking pop-up blocker… OMG that is like the best invention ever, I was really getting frustrated over those stupid things hehe… Anyways here's the next chapter and I hope you enjoy it )

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"Dean how ya doin?"

Dean looked up from the ground when he heard Bobby's voice. He sounded tired, probably because by now he was practically carrying Dean out of the woods. The younger hunter was going to give a response, but when he started to speak he felt his throat become cold and achier.

"Yeah well… We're not that far. Probably five more minutes…"

Five more minutes. Please.

About twenty minutes later they reached the car, and Dean was practically asleep on his feet. If Bobby thought he had been carrying him before, he was very wrong. Dean had lost a lot more blood from his thigh that seemed to be bleeding more the before, especially when he let that foot touch the ground. Bobby let Dean rest on the car hood while he opened the door. The way Bobby had been carrying him was too awkward to do both at the same time.

Dean virtually collapsed into place when Bobby set him down into the car. The door slammed, and Bobby raced over to the drivers seat, not really sure what to do. Him, who always seemed to have all the answers.

"Dean can you hear me?" Bobby asked.

Once Dean had getting to the car off his mind he was finally able to produce real thoughts and ideas. And almost inaudibly he muttered, "Yeah…"

"Thank god, thought you were passing out on me…" Bobby muttered equally inaudibly.

"Well, Bobby, in case you didn't notice I was passing out…" Dean replied in an annoyed voice.

"Well dammit Dean you're the one that got yourself trapped out there… Why were you driving on this road anyway if you were working the job? Didn't you know she killed people with your description here?"

Dean nodded, slightly embarrassed before responding, "I was sort of drunk when I got out here… Wasn't exactly thinking straight, and now look what happened to Sammy. They took him and it's all my damn fault!" Dean's voice got louder and angrier as he convinced himself more and more that Sam was taken because of him.

Bobby sighed, "Dean, this ain't your fault. We're gonna find Sammy and kill whatever the hell's taken him, ok?"

Dean was about to mutter an agreement, but before he could their short silence was interrupted by that vibrating noise.

"This stupid thing always scares the livin-" Bobby paused by the time he had gotten the phone out of his back pocket and looked at the front screen, "Sam." He said quickly before shoving his finger to the 'send' button and then pressing the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Listen to me Bobby you better hurry up with the body before we take out our impatience on your precious Sammy!"

The phone snapped shut and before Bobby had a chance to explain Dean had already asked the question, "Who was it? What'd he say?"

Bobby put his hand up to signal Dean to stop. Dean took a heavy breath and waited a second before Bobby responded, "It was a she, and she said, to hurry up with the body, or they're going to take it out on Sammy… But that doesn't make any sense… Body? What the flying fuck are they talking-"

"Bobby they think I'm dead." Dean stated while staring out the window, his mind already racing with the mental torture they were using on his brother.

Bobby seemed skeptical for a moment, but then nodded, "Sam must be going out of his mind… What should we do?"

Dean shook his head slightly. How the hell did he know?

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The water didn't wake Sam up right away. It took a few kicks to the shoulder before he finally snapped back to reality. Even though he'd rather be stuck in a nightmare.

He felt his chair being pulled back up into position. His head trailed behind the rest of his body and when the chair was fixed properly he attempted to open his eyes. When he did, the small amount of light in the room was enough to blind him and trigger another headache. The wince being displayed on his face meant nothing to Jane who viciously slapped him. That's when he was reminded of where he was.

"Took you long enough… You're not playing any more games with us. Use your damn powers!" Jane screamed loud enough to make Sam's eyes snap open, no matter the discomfort it caused.

"I th-thought you liked… games…" Sam defiantly remarked. He was rewarded with a knife being pressed against one of his fingers and a threat to chop it off unless he did what he was told. Sam slipped into panic and before he realized what he was doing and began begging. "I can't… Please… I can't…" The room was now spinning and he had no idea how to make her believe him.

Sam's pleas for Jane to understand meant just about as much to her as the wince she had seen a few minutes before. Nothing.

"Whine to someone who cares," she spat in his face before dropping the knife and punching him in the stomach. Sam's head fell to his chest and he tried to take in some of the air that had been forcefully pushed from his lungs, in short gasps that only irritated Jane more.

Jane walked in a circle around him and just as she was about to send another blow to the back of his head, he began screaming.

"I'm not doing that…" Jane thought for a second before looking up to see the Yellow-eyed demon standing in the doorway, now somewhat composed. Or at least more so than he had been before.

Sam let out a hoarse scream that stopped abruptly and suddenly it looked like he was struggling to make noise.

The Yellow-eyed demon's eyes hadn't left Sam, and by the time he was able to open his eyes again he saw the demon standing uncomfortably close.

'You got a headache, Sammy? Shall I run and fetch an aspirin?' the demon whispered into his head.

Sam felt as if the demon was taking his hands and reaching into his thoughts, dissecting them and revealing the things he didn't want anyone to know.

Sam struggled for a minute or two but then was able to think something back, 'Hilarious…'

The demon chuckled in his head before responding, 'I do aim to please. You are getting good at this Sammy… But seriously, those faces you're making aren't exactly attractive,'

Sam mentally rolled his eyes and then thought, 'Well… That's what… happens when… you're in… pain…'

'Aww poor Sammy, can't even manage to form full sentences in his head… Such a shame… But I do see those faces all the time. Even when you aren't in pain… Never did understand why you had that little fling with that Jessica girl…'

'We had… More than… a fling…' Sam thought back, expressing as much anger as he could.

'Ha. You are funny, Samuel.'

Sam shook his head and tried his hardest to stop grimacing but the pain was getting close to unbearable and he wasn't sure how much he could take.

'Why are you….doing this… Why not just… talk out… loud…' Sam asked, even though it was more a beg for it all to stop.

Just then the door flew open and the connection between Sam and the demon was broken. Sam took a large breath and let his head slump forward. He peered up threw his bangs to see the man that had been possessed in his vision.

"Hello, James!" the Yellow-eyed demon exclaimed, obviously very happy that he had arrived.

James chuckled, "Oh yeah that was this guy's name…" he paused and then looked at Sam, "This the kid?"

The Yellow-eyed demon nodded happily and then said, "This is him… Did you get the stuff?"

James stopped walking towards them and turned around, "Forgot it in my car" he laughed and then headed towards the door.

Suddenly Sam began to feel the pain again as the Yellow-eyed demon swung around, directing his full attention back to Sam.

'Back to your question, well Sammy for one I just love to see you in pain… It sort of makes me giddy. Two? So that dimwit over there won't be interfering with our private converses..' he injected into Sam's thought while motioning to Jane, even though Sam couldn't see him, 'You see I only needed her temporarily, but now…'

Again the connection was abruptly broken and Sam's eyes flew open against his will. The demon smiled at him before waving his hand. With that small motion the demon in Jane started to emerge for her mouth, accompanied by a glass-shattering cry. Once the demon was gone, Jane collapsed to the floor and began gasping for breath.

"Where… Where am I?" the terrified woman questioned. Her gaze shot around the room from the grinning Yellow-eyed demon, to Sam's tortured form to the rest of the room and it's dull furniture, and back to Sam again, "Oh what have they done to you?"

Sam was about to croak out a small reassurance that he was fine, but before he had a chance to, the demon waved his hand again and Jane's throat was slit. She fell back to the floor with a grotesque thud. Sam stared at her as she fell and gasped in horror of what he had just witnessed.

"You sick…. S-sick bastard…" Sam managed out and then closed his eyes as punch in the face came.

"I liked you better when you didn't talk…" The demon said seriously.

James came striding threw the door and stopped when he saw the dead body lying close to the doorway, "What…"

"Just some business that needed to be taken care of." The demon responded quickly. James just shrugged and continued threw the door, setting down two shoeboxes on the table.

"So how's he be'in?" James asked as if Sam wasn't even there, while walking over to them.

"Not cooperating yet but that'll change… Still doesn't believe that his brother's dead, but we've arranged for the body to be brought over." The demon replied. James nodded and poked Sam on the shoulder as if he was checking to see if he was alive.

Sam didn't lift his head, just continued to stare at the floor, his face tight, showing no emotion.

"Eh!" James shouted in his face, before graving at his chin so he could look him in the eyes, "Does he talk?"

The demon laughed, "Oh, yeah he's a real joker, right Sammy? Come on Sam tell him one of your jokes!" the demon said as if he was Sam's parent and was trying to get him to sing or play an instrument to guests.

Sam didn't look at James or the demon in the eye just continued to pretend he didn't hear them. James slammed him in the face with his elbow. Sam didn't even bother to avoid the hit. Just took it and sucked in the blood from his split lip and spit it out at James with salvia, only making both of the demons even angrier.

James kicked Sam in the shins twice before punching Sam so hard in his head the chair moved back and lost its balance, toppling to the ground.

"We got to teach this kid some manners," James said and then spit in Sam's face.

"Yeah well, that's why you brought the stuff right?"

"Yeah," James nodded, "It is…"

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"Bobby we don't have time for this!" Dean yelled his anger getting the better of him, "We didn't rush to the car just to sit in the damn thing!"

Dean was swatting Bobby's hands away form his injuries, "Dean I have to take care this now before you bleed to death! Now take off your pants!" Bobby yelled in his face, bottle of alcohol in one hand and bandages and paper towels in the other.

Dean stared at Bobby and then said, "Sorry Bobby, I don't swing that-"

"For you damn thigh Dean, or so help me god I'll let you bleed out!" Bobby said glaring from Dean to his thigh that was bleeding even worse than before. Dean rolled his eyes and un buttoned his pants and pulling them down to his knees even though it took a lot of energy.

"This might hurt…"

"Ya, I know Bobby just get it over with so we can get to Sam!"

Bobby sighed and poured the alcohol onto a paper towel and began cleaning the wound. Dean didn't make that much noise, just clenched his teeth and counted the seconds until it was over. Bobby wrapped his legs and threw the stuff into the back seat.

"The rest is mostly small cuts and bruises, they can wait…"

"Good now put this thing into drive and lets get the heck out of here…" Dean said slapping the dashboard.

Bobby nodded and pressed his foot to the pedal and began cruising down the road. Dean tapped his foot impatiently as the car went 15 mph.

"Jesus Bobby! Be careful or you might get a ticket for going above the speed limit. You know, since there's all these cops around…"

"Dean, I'm going the speed limit…" Bobby responded in a patient voice.

"Hell with the speed limit. I don't have time for the speed limit. Sam doesn't…" Dean started but then slowed down as the painful reminder of his brothers situation came back.

Bobby said nothing just pressed down harder on the gas and in no time they were going 60. Dean sighed out a thank you and stared out the window.

Don't worry Sam, we're coming…