Dean and I both went to interview the little boy that witnessed a Alvin Jenkins getting kidnapped. The way the kid described it, it sounded supernatural. We were dressed as sheriffs and it was one of the few times Sabrina wasn't with us.

"I know you're just doing your job," Mrs. McKay told us, "but the police have been here all week already. I don't see why we have to go through this again. The more he tells the story, the more he believes it's true."

"Mrs. McKay, we know you spoke with the local authorities." I started taking my hat off as Dean went on. "But, uh, this seems like a matter for the state police, so…" Then I finished. "Don't worry about how crazy it sounds, Evan. You just tell us what you saw."

"I was up late, watching TV. When I heard this weird noise."

"What did it sound like?" I questioned.

"It sounded like…a monster."

Dean and I shared a look.

"Tell the officers what you were watching on TV." Mrs. McKay said now.

"Godzilla Vs. Mothra."

"That's my favorite Godzilla movie." Dean smiled and I looked over at him waiting for him to shut up. "It's so much better than the original, huh?"

"Totally." Evan agreed with him.

"Yeah." Now Dean nodded towards me. "He likes the remake."

"Yuck!" Evan said.

Dean was going to carry on but I cleared my throat to remind him why we were actually here.

"Evan, did you see what this thing was?" I asked now.

"No. But I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins. It pulled him underneath the car."

"Then what?" I went on.

"It took him away. I heard the monster leaving. It made this really scary sound."

"What did it sound like, Evan?"

"Like this…whining growl."

Dean and I shared another look before we looked back at them.

"Thanks for your time." I nodded and the two of us left.

"She could have made it." Dean said as we started going for the car.

"No she wouldn't have." I protested. "You saw her. It was like she was on a hangover all over again."

He nodded to that as I sighed. If I had it my way, we would not be hunting and Sabrina would be able to sleep and rest the whole day but we were still hunting because Dean and Sabrina insisted on it. That girl just keeps testing her limits and I was about to learn she just did not have a limit line.

~S~

Sabrina's POV
I held my jacket tightly around me as I had a killer headache and felt like, well Hell itself. Against all of Sam's protests I went to the bar with them to help research as Dean refused to stay in the motel all night. The only way I satisfied Sam so far was by agreeing to share a room with them and not going to talk to the witness.

My angel powers didn't heal sickness to start off with but they were pretty good defenders of it. Though this…it felt like a war inside me. I figured a bit out just by common sense. I didn't get sick till I used my powers. My powers and my angel grace, I was ninety-nine percent sure, were fighting against each other right now and I got stuck with the explosion results as they did. I wasn't going to actually hunt anything because I was really weak right now but Lord smite me if I don't at least help research.

When I sneezed one of my explosive sneezes Dean liked to call it, Sam said bless you then put an arm around my shoulder and I rest against him as he read the newspaper article again about Alvin Jenkins.

"So, local police have now ruled out foul play. Apparently, there are worse signs of a struggle." Sam explained to Dean as he was playing darts.

"Well, they could be right, it could just be a kidnapping. Maybe this isn't our kind of gig." Dean said.

"Yeah, maybe not. Except for this—Dad marked the area, Dean." Sam also had his father's journal open and I looked at it as Dean came over seeing in fact their father had. "Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker."

"Why would he even do that?" Dean questioned.

"Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night. Grabs people, then vanishes. He found this too—this county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state."

"That is weird." I agreed.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"Don't phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot." Dean countered us now as he went back to the dart board.

"Well, there are all kinds." I said sitting up straight speaking slower than usual. "You know, Spring Heeled Jacks, phantom gassers. They take people anywhere, anytime."

"Look, Dean, I don't know if this is our kind of gig either." Sam admitted.

"Yeah, you're right, we should ask around more tomorrow." Dean decided.

"Right." Sam took out his wallet now. "I saw a motel about five miles back."

"Whoa, whoa, easy. Let's have another round." Dean protested.

"We should get an early start. And Sabrina needs to rest."

"Sam, I'm fine." I tried to say instead what came out was an explosive sneeze and a loud cough at the same time. That didn't feel fun.

Sam gave me that look as he patted me on the back then looked at Dean who sighed.

"Yeah, you really know how to have fun, don't you, Grandmas?" Sam smiled at that. "Alright, I'll meet you outside, I gotta take a leak."

Sam and I stood up as Dean left. Sam lead me outside as I yawned.

"Yeah, maybe I need a little rest." I muttered as we went to the car.

"A little, you're like dying. Can't your angel stuff do anything to help?" He asked.

"I think my angel stuff is causing the apocalypse inside me." I groaned quietly as I felt a headache. "That and my psychic stuff too. Let me tell you, they are not buddy-buddy."

He nodded when we both heard a noise and stopped. Sam handed me the journal and took out a flashlight from his coat pocket. I watched as he turned it on and looked around, then bent down to look under the car. I waited when I heard a hiss and I let out a small shriek as Sam backed off.

"Whoa!"

Then I realized it was a cat hiss. We both looked at each other before laughing slightly.

"Scared cat." I mocked.

"Hey, you shrieked too." He told me.

We both smiled when I sneezed again shaking my head. He came over feeling my forehead shaking his head.

"I think you got warmer." He put his hand in his pocket giving me the keys. "Why don't you get in the car, put some music on, and go to sleep while I go and hurry Dean up ok?"

"Sam…"

"Please Sabrina. You look like a train wreck."

I sighed taking the keys. "You make a girl feel so special."

"I'll be back." He chuckled before leaving me alone.

I put the journal on the trunk of the car so I could use the free hand to hold me jacket tightly as I went to go unlock the car when all the sudden I felt something grab my ankles. I shrieked as I fell then felt myself being knocked out.

~S~

Sam's POV
I found Dean out of the bathroom, but flirting with a girl. I wanted to smack him on the back of the head, and I did, before dragging him out.

"Come on man." He protested. "It was just a little harmless flirting."

"Dude, Sabrina's worse ok? I want her to be able to sleep in a real bed, not the backseat of the Impala." I told him as we left the bar.

He still didn't look convinced about having to leave early so I rolled my eyes going on.

"I think she might advance to puking. So if you want the car to be thrown up in…"

That convinced him pretty quickly. "Ok, ok. We'll go now. But I'm telling, if your girlfriend pukes in my car Romeo…"

I hit him on the back of the head again earning a glare but I didn't care as we went up to the car. I saw the cat on the other car then I noticed something off. I went over picking up dad's journal.
Sabrina had been holding it.

I quickly went over looking in the car but she wasn't in there.

"Sabrina." I called out closing the door as I looked around.

Dean looked at me confused as I threw dad's journal in the car.

"Do you see her any where?" I asked moving away from the car and looking by the other ones.

He was silent and I turned to see him crouching down picking something up.

"What?" I questioned.

He looked at me before standing and showing me something that made my blood turn cold. I took the bracelet from him gulping quietly before looking up again.

"Sabrina!" I called louder as I noticed people leaving the bar.

"Sam." Dean tried to call me as I ran over but I didn't care right now. Sabrina was missing.

"Hey, you guys been outside, around here in the last hour or so?" I asked a pair and they shook their heads walking away. "Sabrina! Brie!"

"Sam." Dean said taking my shoulders. "Calm down."

"Dean she's missing right now. And she can't fend for herself, not how sick she is."

"Sam! Relax!" He demanded but it seemed impossible. "Ok, look." He pointed behind me and I looked seeing a surveillance camera. "That was bound to show us where she went, all we got to do is look at the tape."

I nodded slightly taking deep breaths. She just told me her body was having a war with itself and I just left her alone. I couldn't help but think that Sabrina getting kidnapped…it was all my fault.

~S~

Dean refused to let me start looking right away so we went to the motel. Didn't mean I slept…at all. I was so worried. I didn't know what was happening to her, I didn't know how bad she was sickness wise, and I didn't have her right next to me as I slept. Where ever she was, I knew she wasn't safe and it was nerve wreaking.

When morning finally came I rushed him out the door and we went down to the station quickly showing the sheriff, Kathleen I think, our badges.

"So, what can we do for you, Officer Washington and Wolfee?" She asked.

"We're working a missing persons." Dean answered first.

"I didn't know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police." She said.

"Oh, no. No, there's someone else." I said quickly. "Actually, it's my girlfriend. We were havin' a few last night at this bar down by the highway and she was with us." I explained pointing at Dean. "And we haven't seen her since."

"Does your girlfriend have a drinking problem?"

"Brie? Half a beer and she's doin' karaoke." Dean smirked and I stepped on his foot for that. She still hated what happened.

"No, she wasn't drunk. She doesn't drink. She was taken." I told her.

She nodded before going to sit at a computer and I quickly went around the counter following her.

"Alright. What's her name?"

"Novak. Brie Novak."

There was a really good reason for the name change. One, Sabrina Flowers is a 'murderer' that is 'dead'. After the shifter case she had to change her name. Two, apparently Novak was also her father's name if he needed to come down from Heaven. It was strange but she started to use that name if something like this came up saying she put a few things down for the record.

Kathleen typed her name in the computer and brought up her police record.

"Brie Novak. So, you know that her mother died when she was six months old and she had a sister, Sabrina Flowers that died in St. Louis. And, uh, was suspected of murder."

"That's why she changed her last name. Sabrina was kind of the black sheep of the family." Dean told her.

"Uh-huh." She said typing something else. "Well, she's not showing up in any current field reports."

"Oh, we already have a lead. We saw a surveillance camera by the highway." I told her.

"Uh-huh. The county traffic cam?"

"Right. Yeah. We're thinking the camera picked up whatever took her. Or, whoever."

"Well, I have access to the traffic cam footage down at the county works department, but—well, anyhow, let's do this the right way." She stood up and got papers from a filing cabinet. "Why don't you fill out a missing persons report and sit tight over here?"

She handed me a clipboard but I couldn't sit here and do this. Not while Sabrina was out there. I stood up looking at her.

"Officer, look, she's family. I-I look out for her. You gotta let me go with you." I begged.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that." She said.

"Well, tell me something." Dean spoke up now. "Your county has its fair share of missing persons. Any of 'em come back?" She looked saddened by that. "Brie's his responsibility." He told her putting a hand on my shoulder. "And she's comin' back. We're bringin' her back."

~S~

Sabrina's POV
I startled awake, my wings feeling heavy as I slowly sat up. I looked around seeing I was in a cage in a place I didn't know. The cage gave me enough room to barely stand up. I went to the door rattling it but it wasn't old or rustic enough to break. I didn't have the power to do so any way.

I tried to flap my wings but instead I let out a small cry of pain as my wings fell down hopelessly. Then I noticed another cage. I went over looking to see a man laying there either asleep, dead, or knocked out by what took us. I sneezed now feeling horrible as ever.

I sat on the floor pulling my knees to my chest. I shivered from the cold noticing I no longer had my coat and I put a hand on my neck. Tears formed as I was sick, I was tired, and I was scared.

"Sam. Dean." I whispered hugging my knees tightly. "Help. Please. Sam. Dean."

~S~

Sam's POV
I was pacing in front of the bench Dean was sitting at waiting for Kathleen. I was aggravating to Dean to no end, I knew that, but it was hard to relax. I was worried when we took the asylum case without her. At least then I thought I knew where she was. Now being apart this long was horror.

"Guys." Kathleen called now and I quickly turned to her meeting he halfway Dean following with a sigh. "I think we've got something." She hand me printouts and I looked through them. "These traffic cams take an image every three seconds, as part of the Amber Alert program. These images were all taken around the time that your girlfriend, Brie, disappeared."

"This really isn't what I'm looking for." I told her not seeing anything.

"Just wait, wait—next one." I glanced at her before turning the page of a rusty old RV. "This one was taken right after Brie left the bar. Look at the back end of that thing. Now, look at the plates."

I turned another page and saw a close-up image of the truck's license plates. This thing was a rust bucket, but those plates were brand new.

"Oh, the plates look new. It's probably stolen." Dean agreed seeing it as well.

"So, whoever's driving that rust bucket must be involved."

Then I heard a whining growl. I looked towards the road seeing a van drive off emitting the sound.

"Hear that engine?" Dean asked realizing what I just did.

"Yeah." Kathleen said.

"Kind of a whining growl, isn't it?" I questioned clenching one of my hands slightly.

"Sure." She shrugged.

"I'll be damned." Dean muttered as we watched the van.

A human had taken Sabrina. I didn't know if to feel relieved or majorly pissed. Yet it made things easier. A human, we could track a whole lot easier and find her faster. I just hoped she could hold out for us long enough.

"God Sabrina. Please be ok." I begged silently. "You have to be ok."