Every small detail Dean remembered he wrote down in a small notepad. He was pretty lucid, but he definitely didn't want to miss out telling Caleb every single little detail about Ed Singer. That bastard that was trying to tear his family about. Most of the details he was pushing to the forefront of his mind, were details about the partner that currently had Sam. Dean knew the type. These guys had nothing to lose. They would kill Sam if he no longer served a purpose. Hopefully Dean and his dad would be able to catch up to them before anything truly bad happened to his little brother. The two jerks were already going to die slow painful deaths, but laying one of their filthy no good hands on his kid brother?

Oh yeah. Dean was going to kill them good.

Once he wrote down all of the information he could remember, he dialed Caleb's number. The car ride was making him super nauseous, but he had to stay focused. If he started to show any sign of weakness, his father was going to make him sit this out. And he couldn't afford that. Not when Sam's life was on the line. No way.

After just one ring, Caleb answered.

"Hey Dean what do you have?"

Rubbing his head, he read off the information he had on one Ed Singer. He was a pro when it came to cars, not to mention his attention to detail, so he was able to read off, to the best of his knowledge, the make, model, color, and some of the license plate. He also made sure to let him know that the guy had to have had most of his left ear hanging off his face since he shot him, so hopefully the guy would be caught on that detail alone. It was a pretty hard injury to miss.

Caleb said he was going to get into contact with a new hunter he had heard of named Ash. Guy was just kicked out of M.I.T for hacking into their data base, and has been a hunter for most of his life. Dean wasn't too interested in the details of this guy's life, but if he could track down the scumbag who had Sam, he would be forever in his debt.

Dean hung up the phone. His head was throbbing, as well was his bullet wound. He was well aware his father kept shooting him worried glances, but he couldn't concentrate on anything but details about Sam's kidnapper. Of course he was worried about Bobby as well. It takes a lot to get the drop on Bobby. But he was a grown adult. Sam was a kid. 'He was his kid' he thought to himself. He would never say those words to his dad, but he definitely thought of Sam as his. And now someone has threatened that.

Dean was pulled out of his thoughts by his father speaking to him.

"Dean look. You're running on empty. No one will blame you if you were waiting at a motel to recuperate, while the rest of us went after Sam."

Without looking at his dad, Dean put on a brave face. "I'm fine. It's just a flesh wound, and a minor concussion. I've been on more dangerous hunts with way worse injuries. I'm fine."

John knew his son was just putting up a brave front. No way was his son ok. Sure Dean has suffered worse injury on hunts, but this wasn't just physical. This was emotional. Whenever Sam was in danger on a hunt, Dean had he tendency to jump in blind just to make his way back to Sam. It both worried and made John proud.

"You should sleep until we hear from someone about any leads. I don't need you going on rescue missions half dead. If you're going to help out with Sam, you need to be in a little better shape then you are now."

"I could be buried six feet under, and still try to rise from the dead if Sam were in trouble."

John let out an audible moan. This was going to be a long trip.

~*SPN*~

John was seriously hoping to get some information from this Ash guy sooner rather than later. He knew Pastor Jim and Caleb were working on locating Bobby's position, while Caleb was also keeping in touch with his contact. He had a vague understanding of where the accomplice had taken Sam. At least he had the general direction. He also noticed the vehicle had a leak, and he was counting on that small leak to keep him on the right path until he got better coordinates.

John looked over at Dean, who luckily was fast asleep about an hour ago. The kid has been through the ringer, and he wasn't about to back down any time soon.

Dean's phone rang, and right as rain, Dean woke up from his deep slumber. He was disoriented, but ready for action if need be. John grabbed Dean's phone.

"Don't worry son, I got it."

John answered the phone and put it on speaker. Dean might be half out of it, but he know his oldest would want to know what exactly was going on.

"Hey Caleb, go ahead you're on speaker."

"Hey guys I got good news. The truck matching your description was last seen near Des Moines Iowa."

John and Dean made eye contact.

"Good to know, we actually aren't too far away from there. The dumb bastard left a trail a blind man could see. I hope we can just stay on that trial."

"Good to know guys. And hey, bring that kid back. Loosing Sam would be like losing a vital organ. Good luck guys."

"Thanks Caleb. Oh, and call back with any word when you find Bobby."

"We have a lead on him on well. Good for us these guys are sloppy. Call us when you get closer to Sam."

"Thanks Caleb."

"Anytime guys."

With that John hung up the phone and glanced at Dean. At the mention that they were starting to close in on the bad guy who was currently holding Sam, Dean definitely perked up and started to get into a fighting frame of mind. His shoulders were squared off, and he was ready and rearing for a bloody fight.

All pain and fatigue forgotten, Dean reached forward into the glove compartment box in front of him, and pulled out the revolver they always kept in there. He checked the chamber to make sure it was all filled with bullets, and readied himself for a fight.

"Son, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you do know we still have to catch up with them and find them right?"

Dean smiled and looked at his father.

"Yeah I know, but I'm going to be ready."

John couldn't help but grin and shake his head. Dean was ready for the kill shot, and he had no doubt in his mind that it would be Dean to take out the bad guy. The only problem was this was a human they were dealing with, not some supernatural creature. John knew Dean would kill anything that stood in the way of him and his brother, but when the time came to it, would Dean shoot to kill a human?

~*SPN*~

*Earlier*

Ed Singer had enough of this bullshit. He needed to get to the Mexican border, and he needed to get there now. If the cops were going to be following leads on that kid, he was glad he sent his partner in the opposite direction. Now that the plans have changed and had the whole damn police force probably out there looking for him, he had to make due with whatever money his son was about to bring out and hightail it to Mexico.

No sooner had he started to get severely impatient, he saw his son running out of the store. He got out of the truck, and met him at the passenger side door. Bobby ripped his black mask off.

"Alright I got all the money, so call up your partner and tell him not to lay a hand on those boys or else."

Without warning, Ed Singer raised his gun, aimed squarely at his son's chest, and fired.

Bobby went down like a ton of bricks. His father walked around his son to the fallen bag of money and retrieved it. He threw it into the back seat of the truck, and looked his almost unconscious son in his eyes.

"Nothing personal son. Just business. And those boys? Good as dead."

With those words Ed got back into his truck, and drove away leaving his injured son behind.

"Sorry boys." Were Bobby's words before letting the darkness take him over, and passing out.

*Hey everyone, thanks for being patient with me when it comes to this story, as well as 'Heros and Hunters.' There's one more chapter of this story, then I will be finishing 'Heros an Hunters'.*

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