Dean POV
We were getting closer, so close, yet so far.
I couldn't take it anymore just thinking about what Sam is going through, I wish I could just break down their door right now and get him out of there!
I pulled out my phone.
"What the hell are you doing?" Bobby asked
"Giving Kyle a taste of his own medicine"
I pulled up Sam's contact and slid the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" Kyle answered, no surprise, but that's exactly what I wanted.
"So, not to bother you but, are you aware that you're sister destroyed my car? Then stole something important to me? Yeah, not too happy..."
"How?-"
"How what?"
"How-are you-not-dead?!"
"Oh, right I was getting onto that, you see when you sent your precious sister to kill me...let's just say, she needs to work on her aim"
"I mean she took out my car, but that wasn't her target, maybe she should consider target practice"
"You little..."
"Now listen close, I know where you are, and I'm coming for my brother"
I heard a sadistic snicker from the other end.
"Oh really?"
"Yep, and when I get there, you're gonna wish you were never born!"
Again that snicker.
"Well, lets see if you get here fast enough"
I heard some racket in the background of our phone call, not good racket either.
"Because Erica and I are ready to finish Sammy off"
My heart stopped in a second.
"You son of a bitch..."
"So lets see what happens first, hanging up now"
"You're sick..."
"I'm sure I am, bye Dean" He hung up and I slid my phone out of my hand.
"Dean what happened?" Cas asked
"They're about to finish him off..."
"Son of a bitch!" Bobby snapped
I pressed the gas pedal more to gain more speed, it was important now more than ever that we got there.
"Dean, we're almost there!" Cas exclaimed holding the Sam tracking map.
"Hang on Sammy!"
We drove in front of what looked like a old rundown cabin, it looked like it would be in a horror movie.
"Dean, this is it!"
I slammed on the breaks and ran out of the car, Cas and Bobby followed me.
I jiggled the doorknob constant times, locked.
"Son of a bitch!"
We ran to the car and looked for something to help us open the door.
"Dean!" Cas called to me.
"Will this work?" He asked holding a hammer.
"Perfectly, thank you!" I took it out of his hand and began to smack the door with the hammer until it fell clean off.
"We got it!" I kicked the door and ran in the room with my gun ready and my knife in my pocket in case I needed it.
"Sam?!"