I had wondered in the past, if I were ever locked away somewhere, would I want to know how much time was passing? Just one of those stupid little morbid things you think about. I know the answer now is most definitely, no. The room I was tied up in had a clock on the wall. I watched as each second ticked by. When you have nothing to do but literally watch time pass, it goes excruciatingly slow. I'm pretty sure that it's a valid form of torture.

I tried to think about Dean. He had to be wondering where I was. How would he ever know? What could he do? Without proof of a kidnapping, the cops would do nothing so soon, and I had willingly gotten in the car. After all, it was Brian. My friend. Or at least I thought.

It was some time later when Brian came back. He checked to make sure my restraints were still on, and he sat in a chair in the corner.

"Brian, what's going on? Why are you doing this?"

"Don't ask questions. When it's all over, I'll explain if you let me."

"I want to know now!"

"I can't."

"Who were those men?"

"Please stop asking questions."

"Brian..."

"Dammit, Bec! Stop!" I jumped, and a look of sadness came over his face. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all of this. Just... please stop asking questions."

I looked away from him as my eyes filled with tears. I had no clue where I was, or why I was there, and one of the people I trusted most in this world was the one who brought me there and had me tied up. It made no sense. And now I couldn't ask questions.

Back at the house, Dean and Sam loaded themselves with weapons. They got the dead man's blood they needed and filled several syringes. Sam found blueprints online of the building where Rebecca was being held. They traced out the directions from the envelope that Brian had told them not to follow. Then they found the room where Rebecca was being held and mapped out a route to get to her quickly and quietly, away from the waiting ambush.

"Dean," Sam said, "Brian made it seem like these vamps know us... like it's personal. If they have our scent, that's for life. They'll know we're coming."

"You're right," Dean said. He walked back out to his trunk and came back in a moment later with John's journal. "Do you remember when we hunted that nest with Dad? Not too long before he died... to get the Colt back?"

"Yeah?"

"He had us burn some herbs to throw them off our scent... We rubbed the ash on our clothes."

"Right! Right, umm... I remember saffron."

Dean flipped through the pages, hoping he was right about remembering that he added it to the journal. "Here... saffron, skunk's cabbage, and trillium."

"Okay, so, do we do that here or when we get closer?"

"When we get closer. We'll hide the car, set a fire next to it with the herbs to block our scent, then rub the ashes on ourselves."

Dean stared at the journal before sitting down. He fell onto the chair as if he weighed a ton.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked.

"I was just thinking... the nest from that night with dad... we let most of them get away."

"Yeah, so?"

"What other nests have we let anyone get away?"

"Lenor's. We let hers go."

"Yeah, but they were grateful. The ones dad let go... he killed their leader. Remember? Dad kidnapped his mate to draw him out then shot him with the Colt to see if it worked. Sammy... what if this is that nest? The mate would be the leader now, right?"

"Right."

"Dad killed her mate... and now they have Rebecca. If this is the same nest, I don't care what they told Brian. They have no intention of letting her go. They'll either kill her, or turn her."

"Well, if that's the case, we can at least now she's okay for now."

"Right. 'Cause they'll want me to watch whatever they do to her before they kill me."

"Dean, we'll get her back."

Dean made no acknowledgement. He had to get her back. He prayed she would understand and take him back, once she realized this was happening because of his past. They gathered the last of what they would need and climbed into the Impala, headed to where Rebecca was being held.