AN: I had recieved such strong input, that I got the impression that everyone would really like an extra quick update... so, here it is - hope it doesn't disappoint!
The cops had been there and gone, the Colonel had been notified, Jenna and Vic both arrived in a state of panic, and an Amber Alert had been issued for Sam with an APB issued for the ambulance that had been in the repair facility but was now missing.

The Musketeers didn't care about any of that, they wanted to know where their little brother was and what was happening to him, hundreds of scenarios crossed their minds and each one darker than the last. They all knew that Sammy was in trouble, and their concerns mounted as soon as they talked to the Fire Chief. An incinerating device had been put in the light fixture of the additional bedroom on the first floor, making the fire have instant access to Sammy's room. It was clear to everyone that John hadn't really cared if the kid had gotten out alive, which made no sense whatsoever to any of them until they put in focus; John had completely lost his mind.

The Colonel was keeping track of the search through the Police Chief and a couple of his contacts while Katie was trying desperately to weed through all the traffic camera footage that had been pulled. Each person had their cell phone to their ear, a portable radio close by and easy access to a map that was quickly being updated to where the search had been ruled out.

Dean was about to rip someone a new one and he didn't care who. His baby brother was missing, missing after finally starting to come out of his shell and interact with other people. It wouldn't take too much more before he started calling hoodoo people to try and track his father down by any means necessary. Seeing that everyone was trying to get information on where the ambulance had last been seen, which wasn't an easy task to begin with, he tried to calm himself down and barely heard his phone in the process. Not recognizing the number, he tentatively answered and was surprised to find Caleb on the other end.

"Dean, don't hang up! I know where your dad is, and man he's setting up something freaky. Just tell me Sammy's ok."

Anger burst through and Dean didn't try to stop it. "NO HE'S NOT OK; JOHN'S GOT HIM, NOW WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!"

Caleb knew that this was worse than they thought and gave the coordinates to Dean, not bothering to tell the other man how difficult it had been to actually track John down and keep an eye on him. After he hung up he was about to get into position to confront his friend when a mini van pulled up and parked close to the building that John was holed up in. Staying in the shadows, he crept along and watched as a woman and two men got out, and then pulled one very drugged Sammy out of the vehicle.

'Damn it, John!' he thought, as he casually walked up close to the small group of people. "Hey there folks, how's things?" he asked, hoping to stall for a few minutes for Dean and his friends to show up.

Dr. Long stepped up to the man and smiled, "Oh you know how boys will be, got into a little bit of trouble and now we have to deal with it."

Nodding, Caleb smiled. "Oh yeah, I remember my parents having to chase me across half the state once because I thought I was in love with a waitress from Yuma. So, you all need any help?"

"I don't think so Caleb." John said, his voice echoing against the hanger. "I think we have everything under control."

Caleb looked at his friend and saw a stranger, and what he saw in this person's eyes froze him to the core of his being. Gone was the impassioned man determined to avenge his wife, in his place was a man willing to do absolutely anything to bring her back. So caught up in his thought he failed to notice the gun in John's hand until he felt the burning in his chest and the asphalt against his cheek as he collapsed where he stood.

SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN

After leaving instructions for Celia to watch over Jenna and Vic the rest loaded up into the Suburban and raced down the road to the coordinates Caleb had sent. Dean hated the idea that he wasn't driving, but he also knew that the guys were right; he could get careless when he thought his brother was in trouble, and they wouldn't do Sammy any good if they were in a ditch somewhere.

They were ten minutes into their drive when they heard on the radio that the ambulance had been found with no one inside, but some suspicious looking syringes were being taken in for analysis. The thought that Sammy was being drugged again made them all ill, and more determined than ever to bring their little brother back.

According to Caleb, John was at an abandoned private airstrip approximately an hour away from the apartment. The problem was it had been over an hour since Sammy had been taken, which left them wondering how if he was already with John. Not wanting to think about it, they pushed harder to get there before the cops, praying that once they did they would be able to extract Sammy without anyone getting hurt; the exception being John.

Terrance was following closely with his Tahoe and keeping in touch with the Police Chief via speaker phone. Since the situation was unknown the Chief agreed to give him and his boys a few minutes head start with the agreement that the local SWAT team was already in route and could very well arrive at the same time. He was certain they would be able to get Sam out of his fathers grasp without the boy getting hurt in the crossfire, but he wasn't guaranteeing John Winchester's safety at all; quite the opposite in fact.

SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN

Trying to stay composed, Dr. Long looked in horror at the man in front of her. She had thought he was a good caring man, but now she saw that he was nothing that he had appeared to be. Now she faced with the consequences of her actions and she didn't like it at all. Glancing at her patient, she saw that he was still heavily sedated and would be totally defenseless to his father, making her even more sick of herself than she had been. Sighing, she pulled herself together as if nothing happened and walked closely to the man before her. "Thank God you're here John, I was certain he was going to attack us or something."

John looked at the woman who brought him 'Sam' and smiled, "You should know by now that I wouldn't let anything happen to you. You're too important to my family."

Hearing those words sent chills running up and down her spine making her wonder just who she had really been dealing with. Looking over at the orderlies, she saw they were just as surprised as she was; they both knew John and Sam and had thought they were doing the right thing in reuniting them, now they were starting to see the game they had unknowingly been playing.

Pointing the gun at the two men, John ordered, "Bring him inside, we'll be leaving in a few minutes."

Seeing as how they didn't have too much choice in the matter, they did as they were told, both hoping to find a way to get Sam out of there soon. That was the last thought either man had as they lowered their burden to a sofa inside, and then heard two gunshots echo throughout the metal building.

SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN

When everyone seemed to converge at the same place at the same time, it occurred to Dean that it would have been funny if it wasn't so damn serious. It hadn't taken long for everyone to see that the only ones left at the hanger were two dead orderlies, and one nearly dead Caleb. Looking back towards the Colonel who was talking to the officer in charge of the SWAT team, he wanted to demand answers but knew that at the moment there weren't any answers to be had. Everyone watched the ambulance pull out with Caleb unconscious and fighting for his life in the back, and wondered if he really had a chance.

The Colonel walked over and gave what little news he had. "Apparently a neighbor saw a small private plane take off about twenty minutes ago, Katie is already attempting to track it. Dean, we'll get Sam back but we need to know if there is any place that your dad would feel safe. It might be a long shot, but…"

"No sir, he wouldn't go someplace safe, he'd go someplace that he'd feel closest to our mom… he's going back to Lawrence." Dean said with conviction. Everything seemed to be falling into place and he wondered why he didn't see it before. Looking at his friends, his brothers, he knew they were with him, now he just had to find a way for all of them to get there before John really did murder his little brother.

SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN

There were days that John was glad that he had racked up so many favors over the years, it definitely had its perks. There would have been no way he would have rubbed elbows with people who had planes like this while working as a mechanic. Now though he was heading home to piece his family back together again. Looking over at the boy who was strapped onto the couch, he wondered what his Sammy would be doing right now if this evil bastard hadn't ruined his life. Feeling the anger build up again, he chose to wait until they got home; then he could show this demon what a Winchester was really made of.

Knowing that her patient was in real danger, Dr. Long chose to keep herself in between him and John. It was easy enough to do, except for the fact that the man kept insisting that Samuel needed another dose so he'd be more compliant. She hesitated keeping the boy in the fogged state for too much longer, after all the longer he was in it, the longer it would take for him to get out of it; making it much easier for John to do whatever damage he was planning. However she did know that Samuel needed to comply with whatever John wanted otherwise they weren't going to get out of this mess alive.

Sam wasn't sure what had happened, in fact he had no idea where he was only that it didn't feel familiar. He felt tired which was odd since he was just waking up, but then he thought he remembered something about him being sick. Moving his head he tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed so heavy and he wasn't sure what he would see anyway. It wasn't until he heard someone talking to him that he wanted to throw up, it wasn't until he recognized who it was that he wanted to stab himself in the heart and escape whatever nightmare his mind had conjured up for him this time. Opening his eyes he saw the one person he feared the most, and he was in way too cheerful of a mood.

"Sammy! Good to see you awake son, we're heading home and then this mess can be put behind us, ok?"

SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN

Bobby had just hung up from talking to Dean, apparently that fool Caleb thought he could talk some sense into John by himself and got shot in the process. Now he had to track Jim down and get to the hospital to check on their friend and try to regroup because it was becoming more apparent that John was completely out of his mind.

By the time he found Jim and they got to the hospital, Caleb had already been admitted and rushed into emergency surgery. Not knowing where Dean and his friends were at the moment, they had no other choice but to call and offer the assistance of other hunters to attempt to get Sam out of harms way. Unfortunately Jim knew exactly how Dean was going to take the offer, and he wasn't disappointed.

"You want to do what? You have got to be out of your damn minds! The last thing my little brother needs is more crazy hunters around. We're heading to Lawrence now and we'll bring him home. If you want to help so damn bad, you can deal with the body!"

That was the extent of the conversation, and neither Bobby nor Jim could blame him for his outburst. After all, he was right; the hunters that were closest would probably be the ones who would be more sympathetic to John right now anyway. Looking at each other they both knew they had a decision to make; who would stay, and who would go.

Forty five minutes later had Bobby at the airport ready to get on a plane to Kansas City, with a car rental reservation already made in his name. Jim promised to let him know as soon as he heard anything about Caleb, while Bobby promised to call as soon as it was over; Bobby was just glad a person could get salt, lighter fluid and matches anywhere these days.

SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN

John looked at Sam and wondered why he wasn't cooperating, usually by now with the heavy duty treatment Sam would at least start to listen. Now though it was as if the opposite was taking place and he didn't like the idea at all, they had only a couple more hours before they landed and he needed the Sam wannabe to be more pliable.

"It's going to be like our first session again John, he has been away for a very long time." Dr. Long said, trying to keep him calm. 'The last thing we need is for him to start shooting.' She thought, thinking about how far they'd have to crash.

Shaking his head John didn't want to hear about how long it would take, he just wanted to know that by the time they landed then his so-called son would do exactly what he wanted. Was that so much to ask? He didn't think so. Walking over to the bar, he poured himself some whiskey and sat down to think about his next move. Finally deciding it was time to find out what this imposter really knew, he started talking. "You know, it took my awhile to figure out where you put the artifact Sammy. In fact, if it hadn't been for luck, I still would be looking for it."

Confused, Sam looked between the doctor and his dad. "Artifact?" he asked, certain he had no idea what his dad was talking about.

"Yes, the artifact. Ancient Aztec or Myan or... something that doesn't exist anymore." John said while rubbing his forehead seemingly confused, then just as quickly resumed his attack. "You had wondered why it was so important. I have to hand it to you Sammy, you can be so smart in some areas, but so stupid in others. Did you really think that I wouldn't find out eventually?" he ground out between clenched teeth. Seeing Sam's confusion he explained, "You already knew why we needed it, and you agreed to willingly sacrifice yourself in order to get your mother back. Did you really think I wouldn't figure out that you were planning to back out of our agreement?" he bellowed. When Sam shook his head, John struck out, clipping the younger Winchester on his cheek. "You made a promise Sammyboy, and I always taught you and your brother to keep your promises." He said as he raised his fist once again, this time knocking Sam out onto the couch. Looking back at the doctor, John smiled. "Don't worry doctor; I have plans for you too."