Sam woke up. He was in a car. No, he was in the Impala. Dean was driving. He couldn't decide if this was better or worse than Gordon. He decided it was better, but only just slightly.

Dean saw a hardware store up ahead. He decided they would have what he needed to get the cuffs off.

Sam noticed that the car was stopping and decided to pretend he was still asleep. He didn't want to have to deal with Dean right now. He also noticed the handcuffs were still on. He was glad that Dean had put pants on him, though. Although, he had been out at the time, he knew that would have been Dean and not crazy Gordon.

"You awake, Sammy?" Dean asked and looked in the back seat. He frowned when he got no response. He was getting concerned about Sam's continued unconsciousness. Who knew what Gordon did him? Dean put his hand on Sam's shoulder. He still felt a little cold.

Sam used every ounce of self-restraint he had to not flinch at the vampire's touch. "You'll be OK, Sammy. I'll be right back."

Sam breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed. He wondered if he should try to get help. He was afraid Dean might hurt someone, but he didn't want to be his prisoner the rest of his life either.

SSS

Gordon and Kubrick watched Andy go into his motel room.

"You ready?" Gordon asked.

"Yeah," Kubrick said and brandished the syringe filled with sedative. "Sammy's about to get some company."

"We should hurry. I don't like leaving him alone too long. He's resourceful and there's always a chance his brother may find us."

"Let's go, then."

Gordon kicked down the door. Now was no time for subtlety. Then again, he didn't know when the time for subtlety was.

Kubrick raised up the needle, but before he could plunge it into Andy's shoulder, Andy shouted, "Do the Macarena!"

Kubrick dropped the needle and immediately the two of the put their arms out in front of them and started singing, "duh, duh ,duh….Hey, Macarena."

"Don't know the words?" Andy asked. He was half amused, half wondering who these guys were. "Keep doing that and don't ever stop."

SSS

Bobby had asked around and found out what town Gordon had taken off to. Nobody seemed to know why, though.

When he got to town, he started asking if anyone had seen the two nutty hunters. He tracked them down to a hotel. He sidled up to a door and heard singing. "What the hell is going on in there?" he muttered to himself.

SSS

Sam lifted himself up and looked out the car window. The parking lot was deserted. Looked like the choice was made for him. He laid back down and hit his head on the seat in frustration. He closed his eyes. He was trying to think up a plan when he smelled the unmistakable odor of sulphur.

SSS

Suddenly, Bobby heard the off-key singing inside stop and a couple of thumps. He noted that the door was already broken so he pushed it open. He saw Gordon and his friend on the floor with their throats slit. And he smelled sulphur.

What had happened here? His phone rang. "Dean?"

"Sam's gone!"

Dean was panicking. He had come out of the hardware store and found Sam gone and sulphur in the back seat.

"It gets worse. There's sulphur."

"Gordon and his friend had their throats slit and are laying in a pile of sulphur. What do you think is going on?"

"I don't know. I'll call Ash and see if he's got anything."

"OK. I'll come to you," Bobby promised.

SSS

A few hours later

"I'm waiting for Ash to call me back," Dean told Bobby as he paced back and forth at the side of the highway.

As if on cue, his phone rang. "Ash, what do you have?" Dean demanded.

"There are a lot of demon signs coming from a place called Cold Oak, South Dakota," Ash informed him.

"Thanks," Dean said and relayed the info to Bobby.

"Great, let's go," Bobby said.

SSS

Sam woke up and looked around. He was laying in a puddle. He struggled to get up. Those stupid cuffs, he thought. He looked around. It looked like one of those old ghost towns. He walked over to a building. He peered inside a window and didn't seem to see anything.

He heard a sound and turned around. "Andy!" he said.

"Sam? What are you doing here? What am I doing here? Where are we?"

"Calm down," Sam said, but his heart wasn't really in it. "What's the last thing that you remember?"

"There were these two guys who I think were trying to kidnap me or something and I made them dance the Macarena."

Sam couldn't help but chuckle. Served them right. Although, he wished Andy would have had them shot each other. Normally he was against killing humans, but he was making an exception for those two.

"Then, I smelt something like…," Andy broke off.

"Sulphur?" Sam supplied.

"How did you know that? What's with the cuffs?"

"Long story," Sam said.

They heard a scream. Sam and Andy ran over to a shed. They were joined by a guy and a girl. The guy picked up a rock and broke the lock off the door.

"Ava?" Sam asked when she came out of the shack.

"Sam!" she shrieked.

"I take it you guys know each other. I'm Jake, by the way," the other guy said.

"Lily," the girl added.

"What brought us here?" Ava asked.

"It's less a who, more of a what. It's a demon," Sam answered.

"A demon? And we're supposed to buy that? From a guy who was apparently in the midst of being arrested. I'm better off on my own. FYI, so are all of you." With that he walked off.

"Jake, wait," Sam said.

Ava smiled slyly and closed her eyes in concentration. Divide and conquer had been her M.O. all along and it would serve her well this one last time.

A/N Thanks to girlyghoul for the Macarena idea. I briefly considered leaving them alive to do it for eternity, but they really deserved to die for what they did to Sam.