Authors Note: I'm so happy of the continued support for this story. I know I had a leave of absence for my chapters but you know how that goes Also thanks for the moral support it really boost my confidence and mood. You guys help more than you know. Thanx Charity


All the air left Dean's lungs in a rush. His eyes were damning his soul as he stared at his unconscious brother. He knew Sammy was hurt but seeing it up close and personal really put the nail in the coffin. He struggled even harder to get out of his bounds as he yelled through the gag. Whoever this man was just seemed to grin even more and it was pissing Dean off.

He was angry that he let this happen. Angry that he got himself caught. Angry that Sam got hurt. Even more angry that he's the cause of all of this.

Tears sprang to his eyes as he was once again reminded of his predicament. The ropes were staying strong and night was dwindling to a close. He could only hope for a miracle.

"What are ya cryin for Dean?" Jeb asked sarcastically as he went over to turn the chair upward.

Dean swore as much as he could but the only things that escaped were muffled yelps. He felt the chair turn upward and it took all his strength to not cry out not give in. His head was throbbing as was his left shoulder. Each in tune with his heartbeat but he'd be damned if he let this sonofabitch see his pain.

Jeb smiled gleefully. His plans were all coming together and no one can stop him this time.

Jeb then presumed to go over to Sam's limp body. The kid was pretty much done for and was obviously sporting some horrific injuries.

Dean growled low in his throat as Jeb approached his brother. He at least thought it sounded intimidating but everything coming from a gag sounded pretty pathetic. He jerked on the ropes as hard as he could but his hands still stayed tight. Walter must have been a boy scout or something.

Jeb paid no heed to the growl and hefted Sam up then promptly grabbed the hanging rope that he knotted from the tree branch. He slipped Sam's wrist in each knot and pulled tight. Due to his height he was hanging awkwardly but Jeb knew the kid wouldn't be able to get out of his knot anytime soon.

It made Dean physically ill at how limp Sam was. The unnatural way he was hanging made his stomach twist and turn in knots. The way his limp body seemed to sway in the wind had Dean quickly gagging.

Dean stopped his impromptu gagging when Jeb's unsympathetic voice started up again.

"Now the fun begins." Jeb leered as he held a sharp serrated knife.

Dean would be lying if he said he wasn't terrified.


Bobby heard the sounds of owls hooting as he made his way to consciousness, The previous days heat as quickly gone as the cold wind nipped at his skin.

He shivered despite his protests. He sat lying there as he contemplated what happened. What exactly happened? The last he remembered he was trying to help Sam find his brother. Idjit.

Where is Sam? He was here the last time he checked. Now suddenly more alert Bobby quickly sat up as he looked around.

Nothing but darkness and trees were in sight. Bobby started to hyperventilate at the thought of his boys out there hurt and alone.

He didn't know how he got knocked out but he quickly realized that Sam maybe gone. Taken by the enemy but he didn't leave without a trail. In the thick weeds there was clearly a mark where something heavy was dragged.

He followed the mark as he noticed the unending trail. So wherever Sam was or Dean for that matter he was pretty sure this trail would lead him to them.

Now more determined he got up and quickly started to follow the track as he contemplated the state the boys would be in.


Sam felt like he was floating.

All his thoughts were jumbled and mixed up. His head was hurting as was his ankle. The sickening ache was making him ill. His hands also hurt but he wasn't sure why. He tugged on his hands only to be met with nothing. Why was his hands above his head?

Now that he thinks about it why did his ankle suddenly throb with vigor or why did he feel like he was suspended in air? He opened his eyes slowly to be met with darkness at first.

Blinking rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the dark Sam could make out a figure just across from him. The guy was stiff and looked to be uncomfortable sitting in that chair.

Sam squinted closer as he tried to make out the form. He gasped when his eyes finally connected to who that was. Dean. He couldn't believe the state his brother was in.

Dean looked terrible and just like lightning strikes at midnight he remembered why he was here in the first place. He was looking for Dean but surprise he failed. Again.

Somehow he got caught and apparently Dean did too. That only amped up his guilt as these men were after him not Dean.

And oh my god where's Bobby!?

Bobby was with him then he heard a gun off and nothing. Did Bobby get shot? Is Bobby (gulp) dead? Sam shivered at the thought. No! He can't be dead. There won't be another death on his hands.

Sam peered through the darkness at his brother again. Dean's stiff posture and increasingly feeble attempts to escape showed one emotion. Anger. Dean was pissed. It may be dark out but he could still see the signs. Dean's rapidly clenching fist his immaculate frown, even the way his eyes were now a murky green. Sam only hoped that the guy would go through with his deed and leave his brother only.

Jeb sensing that Sam's was relaxing after getting a good look at his brother he decided to up the anti. Sparking a match he lit the oiled lantern so the whole place was illuminated. Jeb grinned as Dean tried even harder to get free.

"Dean your not getting out of those knots so don't even try it."

Dean paid no heed as he quickly rubbed his wrist together to create friction. Seeing Sam hanging there like fresh meat upped his anger factor. Earlier he was despaired but now he was furious. This bastard wouldn't get away with what he's done. He so badly wanted to give his brother comfort by assuring him or at least talking to him but the guy obviously knew he would try anything to offer his brother comfort. The guy was good he had to give him that.

Once the light was lit he got a full view of Sam's body. Sam ankle was mangled to hell and he looked to be struggling to pull in air. Dean feared for what reason. His right hand was sporting some spectacular bruises and Dean winced on sympathy. The ropes had to be killing his hand.

Dean through a death glare at the man but the guy seemed to brush it off as he stared at a pretty good size knife. Dean really was terrified now.


So sorry for the short chapter but if I went any longer this chapter would become extremely long. So you can expect next chapter much longer as Jeb has fun with the boys and Bobby continues to track them down. Hurry Bobby!!! Feedback is appreciated. Thanx Charity