The rain cascaded down from the dark clouds, splattering against the window in the process. The droplets merged together with most of them meeting their partner. Slowly they danced together until it was impossible to tell one from the other, like they were made to be together. Like ying and yang, darkness and light, peanut butter and jelly, vampire and hunter...Sam and Dean.

The vampire's unseeing eyes stared out of the window as his mind wandered far away from the situation he was currently in. His knees were drawn up into his chest with his arms wrapped around them, he was perched on the windowsill and he had been in the same position for the last two hours. Unwilling or unable to move, which no one knew for sure. His Sire had attempted to talk to him but his words just fell on deaf ears.

Sam's head was filled with so many thoughts and emotions that he felt like he was going to explode from the inside out. He needed something to release his anger on, he needed someone he could lean on while he had his impending breakdown but most importantly he needed his mortal to hold tight to his chest. He needed his mortal by his side because without him he didn't feel complete. It just wasn't fair, they hadn't long established their relationship from friends to lovers and now he was cruelly taken away from him almost a full two days ago.

One thing was for sure...there was no way he was going to allow those bastards to get away with this...family or no family it didn't matter. Dean and his Sire was all the family he needed. As far as his coven was concerned, well they can just go to hell.

Sam drew in a deep breath, scrubbed a tired hand over his face and placed his feet firmly upon the floor. His whole body felt heavy and each movement felt forced and unnatural. He tore his eyes away from the outside world knowing that feeling sorry for himself won't do anything but make him depressed further. Exhaling his breath the vampire pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger trying to will away the constant pounding in his head.

Growling slightly he pulled his hand away from his face and pushed up until he reached his full height. His hands were clenched into his fists against his side while he made his way into the living room. He smiled gently at his Sire as he took his seat beside him, he placed his hands linked together upon the table and allowed his eyes to flicker from his Sire to the elder hunter then back to his Sire again.

"Bobby..." he started to say but was immediately interrupted by the elder hunter's gruff voice.

"If you attempt to apologise one more time I will shoot your ass full of rock salt you idjit!"

Sam couldn't hide the small smile that started to spread over his lips. "Dean used to always say to me that he was convinced you had a fetish for your shotgun. In fact he spoke about a time when he was younger when he walked in on you two in a compromising position, swore down that it scarred him for life..."

"How many times do I have to tell that boy I was only cleaning it..."

"That's not what he thinks," Sam chuckled softly but his smile and good mood was only a facade, one that soon faded after a couple of seconds. He could feel the overwhelming need for his mortal rise up inside him once more but he refused to allow it to get the better of him.

"We will get him back son," His Sire reassured him in a soft tone while placing one of his hands on top of Sam's giving it a soft comforting squeeze in the process. "Dean will come home where he belongs..."

"Your Sire's right Sam, that boy is strong and not to mention stubborn. I'm sure he will come strolling back anytime soon with that cocky grin on his face telling us that they couldn't take his smart mouth anymore and would rather tear of their own ears than take another minute longer in his company," Bobby added with his lips curling up slightly in the corners, the younger vampire could tell the hunter was trying to reassure Sam as much as he was trying to reassure himself. He knew that the man opposite him was taking Dean's abduction hard. In fact he was acting exactly how a father should act and that fact made the vampire like Bobby even more. At least Dean had him to look out for him for all those years Sam wasn't around.

Sam managed to offer the hunter his own version of a smile which came out as more of a grimace instead; it was about as much as he could manage at this moment in time. "It's a gift to be able to tolerate it," the vampire sniffed while he scrubbed a hand across his face once more attempting to sober up once more. "So...umm...what's the plan?"

"Sam..." Sam's Sire started to say but found himself soon interrupted.

"We have a plan, we must have a plan, it's been almost three days now, so what's the plan?" Sam rambled on twisting his hands together. "Well?" he demanded when his question was met with silence.

"Sam..." His Sire said again in a tone that the younger vampire knew too well. It was the one of defeat, exhaustion and sorrow. His usual confident father was no longer present in the form beside him and this just caused the younger vampire even more distress.

"We have to have a plan...Look...we know that Jessica is involved right? She said something about us, us must mean the coven...He must be with the coven...Yes...we have to go there now..." Sam stammered with his eyes darting from the human to his Sire and back again. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, replacing his earlier sorrow. "Well? What the hell are we waiting for?!" he hissed through his clenched teeth.

"We need to think this through..." Bobby pitched in with his eyes narrowing on the young vampire's face.

"FUCK THAT!" Sam yelled jumping to his feet instantly. The chair was sent toppling to the floor and the consistent pounding in his head increased volume and tempo until it felt like there was a whole orchestra within his skull. "FUCK THINKING WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO THINK THINGS THROUGH, WE NEED TO ACT AND WE NEED TO ACT NOW. WE NEED TO GET DEAN BACK NOW, GOD KNOWS WHAT THEY ARE DOING TO HIM OR WHY! THINKING IS JUST WASTING US TIME!"

"Sam you need to calm down," Sam's Sire called out attempting to soothe his youngest son.

"I'LL BE CALM WHEN MY MORTAL IS BY MY SIDE AGAIN! Sam growled before he could start to pace he felt a hand forcefully grab at his wrist. Turning his head to the side the young vampire met the concerned chocolate brown of his Sire's who by now was standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Samuel you need to keep yourself together, if not for your own sake then for your mortal's, what will Dean think if he could see you in this state? When was the last time you fed?"

"Umm..."

"When was the last time you fed son?"

"Properly?" Sam questioned upon seeing the nod the young vampire sighed deeply. "Almost two months ago."

"Dammit boy no wonder you so agitated. You need proper nourishment in you..."

"I'm fine."

"No you're not, you're far from fine," Sire allowed the wrist to fall from his grasp as he cupped his son's cheek with his other hand. "You need to look after yourself first and foremost. Come on son you need to feed..."

"No thanks I'm fine."

"I wasn't asking."

Sam pushed his Sire away, breaking the brief contact with his father. "I'll feed when we have Dean back and that is final."

Before the elder vampire or hunter could protest the door to the living room opened revealing a distraught and horrified Bernard. Three pairs of eyes locked onto the man and the package he carried within his hands. Confusion settled amongst the silence as the trio waited for the vampire to speak.

"Master Samuel...this came for you..."

Sunlight streamed in throughout the room, bathing his prison with a warm golden glow and filling up the darkness behind his eyelids. He could feel the light's rays caressing him like a long lost lover, running along his bare chest and down his arms, stroking his cheeks with pure gentleness and tugging at his hair with such a soft forcefulness that the hunter had to choke back a sob. The light was chasing away the darkness that had threatened to take over him, a role his vampire had provided.

Sammy...

Dean opened his eyes to mere slits until he was convinced they had adjusted to the new light. A deep hiss escaped his lips while a shooting pain shot through his arms, his fingertips tingled and his shoulders literally felt like there were a million tiny vampires nibbling away at him. Great just great... Just what he needed, dead arms, fucking smarts that's what it does.

Wincing, the hunter shook his arms out in front of him, well as far as his chains would allow anyway, and pushed himself up onto his knees. His gaze wandered around the room surveying his surroundings once more. He still appeared to be chained up within the attic, like some sort of family reject that always turns psychotic in the end killing everyone who ever treated them wrong (not that he would ever do that...well maybe he will take a couple of those vampire's out with him, starting with Kyle...oh and that yellow eyed bastard) Fridges were scattered all over the place with at least two more now lying on their sides, a hint of red tainted the handles and it didn't take a genius to identify what it could be. Suppressing the urge to shudder the hunter allowed his eyes to wander further around the room finally coming to a halt within the far corner of the room.

Instantly they widened with surprise as they fixated upon the cage that was present in the room with him. Where it once was empty now...now the hunter could swear he could hear small whimpers coming from behind the metal bars and he could swear that there were two silhouettes curled up with each other in the far corner. The hunter knew without a doubt that there was no one there before...before...before he took a trip down memory lane...well...more like a stumble.

Dean narrowed his eyes while he strained his body forward to take a closer look but the shadows concealed the occupants from sight. Another pained whimper echoed out around the room making the hunter even more convinced that he was no longer alone.

The way he saw it he had two options, option one ignore the cage completely and convince himself he was alone or option two, investigate...damn his curious nature. It seems all those years and he still hadn't learned the meaning behind the expression 'curiosity killed the cat.' Good thing he wasn't a cat...Option two it was.

"Hey," he called out grimacing slightly when his voice came out no louder than a whisper. "Hey," he repeated a little louder this time.

Silence fell over the room once more but the hunter could have sworn he saw some movement from within the cage. The whimpers had ceased and if it wasn't for the shallow breathing signalising someone's attempt to conceal their breaths, he would have thought he was slowly losing it, imagining people in his time of isolation.

Coughing to clear his throat the hunter allowed his eyes to travel towards the door briefly before focusing on the cage once more. "Hey, it's alright. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk," he called out attempting to draw the pair out of their hiding place. "I promise I'm not the bad guy."

After a couple of moments the sound of indrawn breaths echoed throughout the room, the breath hitched as if the person had been crying. A twin sob joined with the first. Dean could make out a small amount of movement in the corner of the cage while the pair seemed to inch closer to him. "That's it, there's no need to be afraid."

Another couple of seconds passed with more movement occurring. By now the twin silhouettes seemed to be sitting on the brink of the shadows with their eyes piercing through the darkness, the only part of them the hunter could see clearly.

"Don't worry I won't harm you," Dean reassured the pair while lifting his arms up slowly to show them his chains. "See...I'm here just like you." With those words the pair crawled forward on their hands and knees until they were sat right up against the edge of the cage, the edge nearest to Dean.

The hunter felt his breath hitch at the back of his throat as his eyes focused upon the two tiny forms sticking their hands through the metal bars. "Oh my God," he whispered gently. He shifted his weight forward while he attempted to close the distance between them. His hunter's instincts and protective nature overwhelmed him in that one moment of eye contact. Sorrowful blue pierced through his own emeralds down into his soul. He had never seen so much pain and misery focused in one pair of eyes let alone two. He could feel the anger well up inside of him in reaction.

They were just children! They were just fucking children!

What the hell were they doing here?!

The pair was linked arm in arm to one another with neither seeming to want to let go anytime soon. Their tattered clothes hung off of their skeletal frames and the bones were visible against the pale flesh barely covering their arms. Their cheek bones were visible while their eyes seemed to sink into the depths of their skulls. If their chests weren't moving with their breaths the hunter would have thought he was looking at reanimated skeletons. At the moment Dean thought he was looking into the faces of death itself.

"What happened to you?" he found himself whispering as his eyes refused to move away from their faces. "Who did this?"

The children stared at him like he had been talking a completely different language to them. In unison they cocked their heads to the side, their eyes roamed over his body with one pair more protective and weary than the other. The hunter remained still while the pair completed their inspection. He didn't want to spook them and he needed them to know that they could trust him. He knew then and there that he had to escape. Not just for him but for the children as well. There was no way he could leave them here...wherever here actually was.

"The bad men," a tiny voice croaked out pulling the hunter from his musings instantly. "The bad men," the male child repeated once more.

Dean found himself nodding slowly as he swallowed past the lump the size of a golf ball that had formed. "I'm Dean..." he introduced himself softly in a voice that was barely above a whisper. He watched as the male child pulled his hand away from the bars and placed it upon the female's knee.

"I'm Eric, this is my sister Kim," the small boy replied in a fearful yet protective voice. Immediately Dean could tell that he was the elder brother looking out for his little sister just from the tone of his voice.

"How old are you Eric?" the hunter enquired attempting once more to decrease the distance between him and the petrified children. He had the unquenchable urge to protect the siblings and to shield them from the dangers of this life. He couldn't let anymore of their innocence become corrupted...he couldn't let the siblings suffer...at least that was what the hunter was telling himself. The real reason...well...he wanted to make it up to Sammy...he hadn't got his brother out in time...his brother had died because of him and there was no way he was going to allow another family to suffer like he had. Over his dead body.

"Nine, Kimmy is five..."

Dean nodded his head once more. There was a four year difference, a damned four year difference. Just like...

The hunter could feel his eyes narrowing dangerously. That fucking yellow eyed bastard, this was one massive mind fuck to make him crack. That demon chose these two for a reason. The protective nature of the elder brother, the way the younger sibling clung onto him, the age difference and even the fucking use of the nickname! They acted just how Dean would have imagined he would have with his brother.

Oh that demon had one major death wish. Even if it was the last thing he did he was going to tear that demon limb from limb! There was no escape for yellow eyes. Dean had had enough. He wasn't going to sit around and wait for some rescue like a damned damsel in distress! He was a hunter and it was about time he started to act like one. He couldn't afford to wait for his Sam to show up and save the day...

Sam.

His heart panged with sorrow as the thought of his vampire crossed his mind. He had so much he wanted to say and do with him and he couldn't help but think whether there would be a chance after this. He had no idea where his vampire was or what he was doing. He had no idea whether Sam would actually bother to come looking for him or whether he would shack up with that vampire bitch and forget all about the existence of Dean Winchester.

All the hunter did know was that he was now officially alone and that thought hadn't scared him as much before as it did now...

"Mister?" Eric's frightened voice broke through his thoughts. Bringing the hunter crashing back down to reality.

Dean allowed a small smile to cross his face, unaware that while he had been locked deep within his thoughts the door to the attic had opened. "Don't worry; I will get you and your sister out of here. I promise you that."

"You promise?" the young male repeated sounding much younger than his supposed nine years. His tear filled eyes flickered down to his mute sister than back to Dean once more.

"Hey kid, one thing you should know is that I don't make promises I can't keep..."

"Is that so?" a familiar voice called out from the entranceway causing Dean's attention to snap towards the newcomer instantly. "Talking to the food I see Winchester...It's good to see you again Dean..."

Blood filled his senses. The scent was everywhere and it was impossible for the vampire to escape it. The brown packaging that was once the envelope was shredded into a million pieces around the youngster, a victim of his anger. Three pairs of concerned eyes bored into Sam's face yet he refused to acknowledge their presence. His eyes were fixated upon the shredded fabric clutched within his hands. Blood stained every inch of what was a green shirt. Not just any shirt...Dean's shirt.

Sam held the shirt tighter in his grasp while his eyes moved down to the leather jacket sitting on the table. The jacket too was covered in blood but apart from that it was in perfect condition, at least that was something, the vampire wasn't sure he could handle a pissed off mortal when he got him back.

The vampire could feel a growl rumbling in the pit of his stomach as he brought the shirt up to his face. Closing his eyes he inhaled the scent of the blood in deeply. He had to know...

"Sam..." Bobby has started to say but stopped when he realised he didn't know what to say to the vampire without having a death wish. "Sam..." he tried again only to be interrupted.

"It's not his..." Sam exclaimed opening his eyes quickly.

"Son?" Sire questioned placing a hand upon his son's shoulders.

"This blood, it's not Deans. This. Is. Not. Dean's. Blood."

"But it's his shirt?" Bobby questioned moving so he stood in front of the two vampires. Sam nodded in response before the elder hunter continued. "Then what the hell is going on here?"

"Who cares? I have Dean's shirt!" Sam shouted hysterically with laughter rolling off of his lips. He noticed his three companions sharing looks with one another as if he was completely mental. "Don't you see this is Dean's shirt, Dean's!"

"Listen Samuel..." Sire sighed.

"No, you listen. Don't you see this is Dean's shirt. The one he was wearing...The one he was abducted in...Sire it's his shirt! His scent is all over it, I can use it to track him down. Thos fuckers have just sent me a link to my mortal; they have fucking given me a map to where they are keeping him!" Sam shouted like a little kid just seen the outside of a sweetshop for the first time. "I can find him and bring him home," with those words the younger vampire allowed his fangs to descend while he buried his nose into the fabric. The smell of gun powder, leather and aftershave filled his senses until the essence that was Dean's consumed his body. Sometimes it paid having a nose like a bloodhound. "I can follow his scent to where he is being kept..."

"Woh slow down there son, you need to think about this..."

"I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS! DEAN IS ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT. NOW WE HAVE A WAY TO GET TO HIM AND YOU'RE TELLING ME TO SLOW DOWN!"

Sire's grip on Sam's shoulder tightened as it acted as a subtle restraint. "They must have sent it to you for a reason. They want you to go after him. This could be a trap..."

Sam drew in a couple of deep breaths to stop his voice from coming out as a shout once again. He didn't want to have a shouting match with his Sire; no he needed him on his side. He was going to need all the help he could get. "That's a chance I'm willing to take...Sire please you must remember what it is like. That pull inside of your gut, the need to do anything and everything for your mortal. I know that Dean needs me and I need him so I have to take this chance."

"Of course I understand Samuel but if we go in we have to go in smart or not at all. We don't know who we are dealing with..."

"Yes we do, my coven and their demon cohort," Sam replied with venom lacing his voice.

"Exactly, a demon. Vampire's we can handle but what about demons? We don't know if there is only one or more lurking around. I want to get Dean back as much as you do but we need to be prepared...."

Sam deflated under his Sire's grip knowing that his father was right...as usual.

"I have a plan," Bobby called out bringing the vampires' attention back on him. A smile started to curl its way across his lips. "Have you ever heard of Samuel Colt...?"

TBC (Hey all, first of all I want to say sorry for the lateish update, real life has been a bitch lately with so much college work. Secondly I want to say WOW over 200 hundred reviews! You guys are awesome, don't forget to keep them coming. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and see you next time in Part Twenty Seven, making this my longest supernatural story yet!)