Chapter 2
Dean sighed with relief when the driveway for Singer Salvage loomed ahead of him. He had been pushing it hard to get there knowing every minute he wasted was that much more time the kidnappers had Sam. He parked and killed the engine before getting out and heading for the front door. It was the early hours of the morning still, but he knocked hard knowing Bobby was waiting on him.
"Don't gotta break the door down, I'm comin'," a gruff male voice growled from behind the door. Bobby opened it to find Dean pacing and upset. "C'mon on in son."
"I got some video footage of the motel parking lot where Sam was taken from," Dean started as he headed for Bobby's office. "I don't know if we can tell much, but I want to send it to Ash to see what he can do with it. We need to get the word out to be on the lookout for Sammy."
"Already ahead of you. I started calling after getting off the phone with you. Word'll be passed around so if anyone sees him or hears anything about him they'll call me."
"Thanks Bobby," Dean said. He dropped into his chair and slipped the CD into the slot before bringing up his email account. He attached the video and sent it to Ash along with an email explaining what happened and for him to rush this. He tagged it as urgent and sat back for a moment as the adrenaline rush he had been feeling started to die away.
"Any idea why someone would take yer brother?" Bobby asked as he grabbed two glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniels from a bookcase behind his desk. He poured out a generous shot in each glass before sitting down.
"None. We had just finished a hunt, vengeful spirit and nothing had gone wrong as far as I could tell. Sam headed over to a diner near the motel for our dinner and I was taking a shower."
"You didn't run into anyone on the hunt that seemed out of place or strange?"
"No, nothing like that I swear. I don't know who or why someone would take Sam. I just know we have to find him before..." Dean trailed off not able to say what he was thinking. If he said it out loud that would make it seem all the more real and he couldn't be thinking that way.
"Why don't I fix us some breakfast? Doesn't look like either of us are getting any more sleep this morning,"
Bobby said getting up and heading for the kitchen not waiting for Dean to answer. He knew he was shook up at the loss of his brother and wasn't going to rest until he found him.
Dean sat at the desk and brought up the video again and went through it frame by frame trying to catch something he missed the first time. His eyes felt like they were filled with sand as he rubbed them with his fingers. His vision blurred for a moment before he could bring them back into focus, not willing to give up yet. His brother was out there somewhere and was depending on him to find him.
Bobby came back into the room fifteen minutes later to see Dean hadn't moved from his chair and was still staring at the computer screen.
"Won't do your brother any good if'em you don't take care of yourself," he said. "I've got some breakfast ready, you need to eat."
Dean raised his bloodshot eyes to his surrogate father, not able to reply. His eyes were dull and void of any emotions as he stared at him. His mind didn't want to work right now and was shutting down. His body still ached from being tossed around by the spirit, but he was going to have to pull it together if he was going to find his brother.
"C'mon son..." he said gently taking his arm and guiding him from the chair. Bobby led Dean to the kitchen and sat him in a chair with a plate of food sitting there. "Go on now, try to eat something."
Dean looked down at the plate, not really seeing it, but picked up his fork and took a bite. He ate automatically not tasting anything and sipped the coffee sat at his hand. He didn't talk as he continued to finish the meal. Dean got up and moved to the living room and sat down on the couch, feeling his sluggish body weighting him down. He let his head fall back on the couch back and closed his eyes, not able to stop the weariness from taking over. His body shut down as he drifted into a light doze.
Bobby looked into the room and shook his head knowing Dean was blaming himself for Sam's kidnapping, even if it wasn't his fault. It sounded like Sam was in the wrong place at the right time for someone to snatch him. He didn't want to think about why they would want him of all people.
"Dean, why don't ya lay down on the couch and rest?" Bobby told him barely touching his arm, making him jerk awake ready to fight. "It's okay, lay down."
Dean mumbled something incoherent, but slid down on the couch without further urging and went back to sleep. Bobby pulled a throw off the back of the couch and draped it over his limp body. Knowing there was nothing else he could do for the boy; Bobby decided to head out to the garage and get an early start on working on a couple cars he wanted to finish up today. He left Dean to sleep on the couch figuring it was better than nothing. He needed rest so he could think straight and there wasn't really anything else they could do at the moment since neither had any clue to why Sam had been taken or by whom.
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Consciousness came slowly to Sam as the drugs wore off and he was able to think again. His mouth felt like it was full of cotton and beyond dry. As he blinked his eyes to bring the world into focus, he pushed up from the cot he was laying on to look around. He had to squint from the too bright lighting that made his headache worse. The first thing to strike him was solid metal door with a small door on the bottom to allow food to be pushed in. He knew this was a prison cell because he had been in them before. He sat up and let the world stop spinning before making any attempt to stand. There was a bottle of water sitting on a sink and he grabbed at it to quench his thirst.
He tried to get his muddled mind to work, and pull up what had happened to him. Sam spotted a small cooler and picked it up to check it out. He found several sandwiches and a carton of milk inside and felt his stomach grumble wondering how long it had been since he ate. He pulled at sandwich out and checked it out before taking a bite and chewing. None of this made sense and he wondered if Dean was in a cell somewhere near him. Sam opened the milk and drank some not wanting to waste it since he didn't know when he would get his next meal. He thought it strange that he had food and wondered where he was, who had taken him and for what purpose.
He remembered going to the diner to get their meal and something triggered his hunter instincts. Then things went blank and he woke up here. His finger went to his neck and felt a tender spot there. Memory of pulling a dart from his neck came to him and he knew he had been drugged and taken by someone.
Sam began to study the room in the harsh light, taking in every aspect of it. His eyes roamed carefully over the bricks that made up the walls and continued up to the ceiling and followed it to the front of the room. That is when he spotted it. There was a small camera in one of the corners of the front wall. There was someone watching him. He was sure of it from the small red light that was on the camera.
He got up and threw his trash away and moved to the door, feeling around it but saw there was no way to open it from the inside. He moved to stand in the corner under the camera, pissed he was being watched and didn't want to give them the satisfaction of it. He stood there for a long time trying to come up with a plan on how to get out. The only thing he could really do was wait for someone to check on him and try to make his break.
The ceiling lights suddenly dimmed, making the room feel all the creepier, but he guessed it must be night time and decided to try and rest while he could. Sam had no idea what lay ahead for him and needed to be as prepared as he could. The cot was lumpy and he had to shift several times before getting comfortable enough to doze off. His last thoughts were on his brother and if he had been kidnapped too or if he was out there looking for him.
spn
The lights suddenly came on and Sam sat up blinking rapidly trying to focus his eyes. He wiped them and looked around as the memories came flooding back. He saw a tray had been pushed through the opening at the bottom of the door and got up to see what was on it. He found a couple of breakfast sandwiches, coffee and a bottle of water. He picked up the tray and went to sit back on the bed so he could eat.
He ignored the camera and ate the food and drunk the coffee, happy he at least had creamer. When he was done, he washed his hands and shielded himself to use the commode. He washed his hands again and stacked the trays together and put them by the door. With nothing else to do, Sam sat back down on the bed and waited.
It seemed like hours, but was just over one, when Sam heard noises outside his room. He stiffened and waited but no one entered. After five minutes, he went to the door and listened before pushing on it and was surprised to feel it give. He pushed harder and the door opened outward. Sam didn't step out at first waiting to see if it was a trap. Only when he heard another voice, did he move to the doorway and look down the hall at the other locked doors.
"Hello," a young man somewhere between Dean's age and his, called as he stood in front of another opened cell.
"Who are you?" another voice asked and Sam saw another guy just below the first one who looked Dean's age.
"You get kidnapped too?" Sam asked stepping further into the hall and looking around for any danger but not seeing any. He did notice more cameras positioned for ample viewing of the area.
"Yeah, I'm Stone," one man said stepping toward Sam.
"Sam," Sam replied looking him over. He was well build, brown headed, green eyes and looked like he kept in shape. "And you're..." he asked the other guy that moved toward them.
"Name's Ice," he stated, stoic and reserved not offering much more.
"Where do you two come from?" Sam asked, knowing from the last guy's body language he had military training. It wasn't hard to miss the stance, and steely eyes. His skin was dark as was his long hair and eyes. Sam was sure there was some Native American in him.
"I was in Colorado coming back from a week long hike and got snagged when I got off a bus in some no name town," Ice stated.
"I got taken from North Carolina when I was finishing up my training for a Triathlon."
"You were drugged and kidnapped just like me, by whom or why, I don't know," Sam told them. He didn't think either of these guys knew anything about the supernatural and wondered why they were taken and for that matter why he was taken.
"I'm a foreman of a construction company. I'm not rich, why would someone target me?" Stone asked.
"Are you in the military?" Sam asked Ice, thinking that was a nickname of some kind.
"I am, eleven years now. I was on leave doing some hiking and seeing some of the country before being deployed again."
"Look, I don't know you, nor do you know me, but if we are going to get out of this, we will have to work together to do it," Sam told them. "Are we in agreement?"
The other two looked at each other for a moment, and then looked back to him sizing him up.
"Okay fine, we'll let you take the lead," Stone said. "As long as you make good decisions."
"Fair enough," Sam agreed with a nod. "I'm not trying to be the leader or anything, I'm just stating facts and I want to get out of this place." He looked around them not sure what to do. He knew the first thing was to see if they could find a way out of this place.
A/N: At least Sam is not alone, but what kind of strange are they in for? Yep, Dean's not going to leave a stone unturned to find his brother. Thank
you for deciding to read my story. I hope it entertains and if you have a moment, please review. NC
