He woke up to darkness. He started thrashing, but found he couldn't move his hands, they were stuck above his head.
He tried screaming for Dean or his dad, but they were muffled because there was something sticky over his mouth.
Suddenly he saw light from behind his blindfold, and a man pulled the fabric away from his eyes.
"Sam Winchester," the man said, smiling in a way that made him extremely uncomfortable. "We meet at last."
Another man came into view.
"You must be wondering why you're here. Well, let's just say your daddy owes us. Big time. And now, you're going to suffer because of it. Let's see how long your daddy can play tough guy when he sees his four year old son being tortured," the new man said.
The two men walked away, and he looked around. He was chained up in a small closet, with chains around his wrists holding his arms above his head. There was also a chain around his neck and chains around his ankles, which made it hard to move.
After a few minutes, he started to get anxious, because he was starting to get really scared and the men still hadn't returned. His shoulders were also starting to hurt really bad from being suspended for so long.
Then the men returned, and they brought another guy with them. The newest guy was holding something in his hands. It looked like a metal pipe.
He didn't say a word as he slowly approached Sam and slammed the pipe into his chest. And he didn't stop there. He continued hitting him, even when Sam started sobbing and crying for the man to stop.
Eventually, after what seemed like forever, Sam slumped in his chains, his body to weak to stay upright anymore. His eyes were barely open, and his vision was slightly blurred as the man dropped the pipe.
"His head dropped to his chest, but one of the other men grabbed him by the hair and snapped a few pictures of him just before he passed out.
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A knock at the door brought John back to reality. He had been worried nonstop ever since Dean called him yesterday saying Sammy was missing. He knew he wasn't always the best father, and wasn't always there, but he did his best, and he loved his sons.
Opening the door, he didn't see anybody outside, and just as he was closing it, he noticed an envelope on the ground.
His hands shook as he went to open it, not knowing what he might find inside. A bunch of polaroids fell to the ground as he grabbed a letter from the envelope.
Dear John,
As you probably already figured out, we have your son. Sammy. So young and innocent. He won't be for long. See Johnny, you took something from me. Someone, rather. My son. And, in turn, I am taking your son from you. But I figure I'll keep him alive for awhile, torture him a little bit. Maybe then you'll know how I feel. But don't worry, I'll give you plenty of updates.
- An old friend
His blood boiled as he read the letter. He almost couldn't make himself pick up the pictures. When he did, he definitely wished he hadn't.
They were all of Sammy, stripped to his boxers. His chest, and abdomen were littered with horrible bruises. There were chains around his wrists, ankles, and neck. He also had duct tape wrapped around his head to keep him from speaking or yelling out, and it made him sick. There was a nasty bruise covering his left eye as well, and tears were flowing freely from his eyes.
He suddenly had an extremely strong urge to punch something, and he drove his fist through the wall.
Dean was in the room in seconds.
"Dad? What's going on?" Dean asked, walking over and picking up one of the pictures from the ground.
"Oh god, Sammy!" Dean cried, tears starting to fall.
"I'm so sorry, Sammy, I'm so sorry," John muttered, feeling guilty.
"Dad, this isn't your fault, stop it!" Dean yelled, pulling him into a hug.
"Dean, call Bobby and Caleb. We're gonna need all the help we can get. I don't know who took him, but we need to find out, fast," John ordered.
Dean hesitated, but went to call them.
"Bobby?" Dean said when he heard the gruff voice answer the phone.
"Dean? What's wrong, son?" Bobby replied.
"It's Sammy. He's missing, Bobby, we need your help," Dean cried.
"Missing? God. I'll be there as fast as I can," Bobby said, getting the address from Dean before hanging up.
As Dean looked over at his dad, he saw that he was on the phone with Pastor Jim, so he went ahead and called Caleb, telling him the same thing.
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He was startled awake by icy water being poured on him. He saw the man who had hurt him before standing in front of him, but this time, he had a camera.
When it was all set up, he grabbed something that looked like a plastic stick and walked in front of the camera, blocking whoever would watch it from seeing Sam.
"Hey there Johnny. You should know who I am by now, since I've showed you my face. Don't worry, there's no chance of finding little Sammy here," the man said, moving to show Sam.
"Sam already had tears running down his face once again from the fear that he might get hurt again.
"Now, I take it you've seen the pictures I sent you of Sam's first little beating. This time, we're using a different instrument," the man said, holding up the stick. "A cattle prod. Now, of course, I know Sam is a little young, and we don't want him dying on us just yet, so they'll be low voltage. But they'll still hurt like hell."
At that, the man walked up to Sam and jabbed it into his side, and Sam started screaming, but it was muffled by the duct tape.
He didn't leave it there long, but it was back on his side within seconds. He continued to do this for what felt like forever, laughing the whole time, until he Sam was barely conscious.
He walked over and waved to the camera, showing Sam off one last time, and then turning it off, and handing it off to one of the other men.
"Sorry about that Sammy, but your daddy needs to be taught a lesson," the man said, kneeling in front of a still sobbing Sam.
"I'm gonna give you some time, you know, before we begin again," the man said with a scary smile.
Then he put the blindfold back on, and left Sam in darkness once again.