Family don't end in blood, Sam joked to himself. How many people had he seen die: Kevin, Charlie, Jessica, Bobby these were family and they all ended. Bloody. Now… Now Dean was dead, his brother. He couldn't think about it, he couldn't admit to himself that maybe this time it was forever.

Well at least he was safe from having to sit in the bunker thinking about it because he was too busy being kidnapped by some Brits.

Cramped in the boot of a car with a bullet in his leg which was responsible for his shattered femur, Sam was finally alone. All he could feel was tiredness creeping up on him; was it from his blood loss, stress or even just straight up grief. Sam didn't know or even care as he drifted off into a painless sleep.

Sam jolted awake hitting his head on the metal above him. He tried to straighten out but his leg was too painful to move. It wasn't like there was any way he could get much more comfortable in the cramped space anyway. He reached down to the makeshift bandage on his leg, put there probably by one of his kidnappers, which was soaked with blood. Suddenly light streamed through into the boot and there stood Toni the person who shot him. The supposed member of the British men of letters.

Her hand grabbed Sam's and he was pulled up and out of the boot into a sitting position on the edge of the car. Another pull and he was standing. Unfortunately for Sam, Toni was not aware of his broken leg and his pain was immense as weight was put on his leg and he collapsed to the ground.

Toni and some other guy pulled Sam by his arms across the dusty ground towards a barn. His vision was coming in and out of focus as he plunged into unconsciousness.

Sam awoke in a chair that he guessed was in the barn. A few lights were flickering but apart from that it was well lit and Sam saw Toni and two others talking near the entrance of the barn. Suddenly one looked over to him and pointed and then the whole group were walking towards him.

"Nice of you to join us Samuel," Toni shouted while walking towards him, "The infamous legacy. Hunter." The disgust that came with her last word made Sam shudder.

"Who, what are you?" Sam questioned, toying with the idea that this could be a monster, something he could hunt.

"As I've said before i'm from the British men of letters," she announced.

"This is Nate." she said pointing to a man to her left who had the build of a bouncer with ears that stuck out from his head and short brown hair.

"And this is Dr. Archer," she mentioned pointing at a smaller man wearing a waistcoat and tie with pale blonde hair and freckles speckled along his face. He gave Sam a smile filled with pity and guilt.

The doctor took the silence as his cue to speak "Umm hello Samuel i'm here to treat your leg. I was not told it was broken when I was informed I'd need to come out here so I have no x-ray or anything to use for surgery if it's needed" while saying this he gave the others an irritated look.

"Where are we and why can't we just go to a hospital." Sam asked "And you, yeah Toni what do you want with me."

"Our location is of no use to you and let's focus on your leg not getting infected before we get into details of your purpose." Toni answered in a cold voice.

Sam didn't know why he was needed so decided that keeping quiet and listening to conversations would help him plan whether it was necessary to escape and if it was, how.

Silently Nate walked over to a briefcase and opened it up on a rickety table next to Sam's chair. Inside there were all sorts of tools and drugs. Next Dr. Archer took off his tie and waistcoat leaving him in just a shirt and black trousers. He walked over to put the clothes on a chair opposite Sam and while his back was turned Nate went ahead and took a glass container out of the briefcase with the word propofol scrawled on the side. Sam recognised the drug as being used for general anaesthesia and wanted to say something but he looked up at Nate and knew that he would shut him up before a word left his mouth.

The doctor returned with gloves and started to inspect Sam's wound. First the bandage was removed and it was good to see it had stopped bleeding. He slowly moved the skin around the wound to try and figure out what was broken so he could treat it.

"It's definitely a fracture," the doctor announced. "He's going to need surgery to insert rods and screws to help the bone heal." the doctor looked at Nate and Toni while he said this. Sam shivered at the idea of surgery in a barn with three people who'd all been involved in his kidnapping.

"Can't you just put a cast on it, we need to get out of here asap" Toni growled.

"No if I do it won't heal properly and he'll probably never get full function in the leg again," the doctor snapped.

Sam tensed up he needed to walk. He couldn't escape if he couldn't walk.

"We'll need him to walk, I suppose Nate can go out and find some materials," Toni said before whispering something to Nate that Sam couldn't quite catch.

Sam was relieved at the thought of being able to walk again but it seemed Toni needed him desperately if she wasn't going to swap him out for someone who didn't need surgery and a long recovery time to carry out whatever plan she's got.

Meanwhile back at the bunker Dean had arrived with his mother in tow. His mother that had been brought back from the dead. He was walking down the steps when he saw blood on the floor.

"Sam" Dean shouted.

"Where's Sam?" Mary questioned.

"Sammy!" Dean screamed again ignoring his mother completely.

He looked round the bunker and saw a sigil on the wall "Oh no Cas" Dean muttered under his breath.

"Dean talk to me okay, who's Cas and what's happened to Sam?" Marry questioned becoming more and more desperate in need for answers from her son.

"Well um angels are real." Mary looked stunned but didn't say anything, "And this symbol on the wall banishes them and I think it was used on Castiel. He's an angel, my friend and Sam's. I just don't know who did this or why." Mary stood there nodding her head in understanding she then turned her head and motioned to the blood.

"I t-think that is S-Sam's," Dean stuttered.

Mary desperately wanted to comfort her son but it had been decades and she didn't know if it was appropriate so they stood in silence.

"Sam!" a familiar voice shouted.

"Cas" Dean answered.

"Dean?" Castiel questioned, after all he was supposed to be dead.

"Castiel, the angel?" Mary looked at Dean for conformation at which he nodded.

Castiel was on top of the stairs at the bunker when he saw Dean walking towards him.

"Dean it's really you, you survived. How?" Castiel asked.

"Well it turns out God and Amara just needed a bit of family therapy to sort out their problems and save the world," Dean said trying to lighten the mood.

Castiel smiled but then he came back to the current issue,

"Have you seen Sam? I came back to the bunker with him and suddenly I was in some field."

"Well he's not here now and there's blood on the floor." Dean stated, "He's gone. And he's hurt."

At this point Mary decided to move into the view of the two men. Castiel had seen pictures of her in Dean's room and recognised her straight away. It was Dean's and Sam's mother. His mouth dropped as he stared at her.