A/N: Sorry to all for making the last chapter so short, I had to go to work and didn't feel like coming back to that chapter. But I PROMISE this chapter will be long.
The wheather had taken a ninety degree turn since that afternoon. The wind carried a cool chill and the temperature had dropped down to the seventies.
I had to strain my eyes to see through the trees. I had found the dirt path half an hour ago, following it with determination I hadn't felt in many years. From all around me the animals were going mad, making all sorts of inhuman sounds, scaring the hell outta me.
Every few minutes I would let out a shrill yell. Deep down I knew Sam couldn't hear me, but it still comforted me. The thought of my baby brother all alone and most likely scared to hell was tearing me up inside. There were several times while running that my emotions got the better of me and I let out an angered scream.
Thoughts raced through my mind. Could Sam possibly be in a worse situation than I could imagine? Was he even in the woods? Where would I find him? Or, worse yet, what condition would he be in when I found him?
I couldn't allow thoughts like those to cloud my mind. They were already driving me paranoid. But thinking of Sam, needing my help so badly was a reaccuring event. When he was little, and I heard him yell for me from his room, I always got a moment of fear that something bad was happening to him. In seventh grade, when he had spent the night with some friends and he called me at two in the morning, I was terrified of what was wrong. The thought of Sam in danger scared me more than most other things.
If it could have been me in his position, I would have switched it instantly. I'd much rather know Sam was safe. I could take whatever came to me, but Sam...he was still young and dumb.
He didn't deserve this. He had a life. Some day I'll be a brother in- law and an uncle.
Those thoughts were on my mind as I stumbled out of the trees and into a clearing. All around were dead tree trunks and remains of a fire. Somehow I knew Sam had been there.
Looking around I sensed something unusual, but nothing that caught my attention. It was obvious the place had been occupied recently. There were footprints all over the dirt and the ashes in the fire looked new. But there was somethong else.
Searching the ground for Sam's shoeprints, I realized the task would be impossible. Someone else had the same shoes as him, and also, the footprints were all over the place. Whoever was there moved around a lot.
While I was on one knee, looking at what I thought was my brother's footprint, I noticed something near the other side of the clearing. It had caught the corner of my eye and I figured it might help to look.
Walking over there my heart began to tighten once again. My throat closed up and I felt as if I were going to be sick. From my eyes I felt the incredible urge to cry, something I had taught myself against years and years ago.
Lying, partially hidden by a fallen branch, was Sam's backpack. Hanging out of it was the lighter fluid, partially opened. Blood was everywhere. On the bag, on the ground, there were even drops going back into he woods. There was more blood than any person should have shed. Whatever happened wasn't just a fleshwound, it was a brutal blow.
Looking around, I learned what I had found off. Throughout the clearing, spread out, were little drops of blood. They weren't much, just here and there, but I figured the rest had been walked over and covered up. It was obvious more than one person had been there, and it seemed like they'd beaten up whoever else had been there pretty damn bad.
Hot, searing anger ran through me once more. I was going to find the son of bitch who had taken my brother and kill them. Even if it was the last thing I did, I was going to find Sam.
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"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Twenty minutes, at least, had passed since I began searching for the damn door and still had no luck. I was about ready to give up, say screw it all, but Dean's face kept popping into my head, reminding me of the job I needed to get done.
My entire left side had gone numb. All except my leg. If I'd had even a hint of light in the room I would have checked to see what had happened to it, but I was pretty sure I knew. With every passing minute my memory came back and I remembered how I had ended up in that hell.
I'd picked up the locket, intrigued by how beautiful it was. From the looks of it, it was antique, with engraved roses and a long chain. I opened it up, trying to see if someone had put a picture inside. There was. It was an old photograph, taken some time ago, but it was of a beautiful girl, with long blonde hair, and a smile that spread across her entire face. The girl looked to be about the same age as Anna.
Turning it over, I realized with horror who it was. Engraved, in thin cursive writing, it read, "To Lacy, I love you."
I stood up, hand still holding the locket. From the way it was halfway buried it seemed that someone had just dropped it. But why would anyone have Lacy's locket. I assumed it was from her boyfriend, meaning she probably wore it whenever she was out with him.
Becoming suspicious, I wondered if it were all a trap. Had Lacy's spirit placed the locket here on purpose, knowing I would find it. I wasn't sure what to think. Maybe Lacy was buried in the clearing. Maybe it was a sign that this was the place.
Just as I was pocketing the watch, I heard another scream, but this time my name was being said.
"Sam! Sam...help! Please! She's going to kill him! HELP!"
I recognized it as Anna's, but was not completely sure as to what direction. It sounded as if it were coming from ahead of me, but then changed to the left.
Before I got a chance to run after her, something hard hit the crown of my head and I passed out.
All these memories were stirring my brain. I tried to remember what happened after that, but nothing came. It would take awhile before it all came back.
I slammed my fist against the wall, forgetting it was thick concrete and letting out a short scream. There was no door in that room. I had checked every inch. The room was only 9x7 so it didn't take too long to check, and I was positive I felt nothing resembling an exit. There was not one break in the concrete...not even a crack.
Running my right hand through my hair I considered my options. I was currently a cripple, no denying that, and from the grumbling in my stomach, was short on food, meaning weakness on my part.
An awful odor filled my nose. It was probably myself. There was no way of knowing how long I'd been in there, but from the feel of my fingers, I was filthy. There were cakes of dirt under my nails and covered most of my hands and arms. From touching the bottom of my jeans I felt dried dirt all the way up to the back of my knee. The bottoms were torn and ripped in several spots.
Wondering if the rest of my clothes were as bad off as my pants, I felt my stomach and back. My jacket was all together, but there were parts that were downright disgusting. I must have been through some pretty dirty areas.
I tried to listen for noises, but I was concerned with my saftey to listen for very long. I was unable to hear the pipe I'd first heard when I woke up, but I was positive it had came from inside the walls.
Giving up on the search for the door I pondered over what was to become of me. Had someone left me hear to die; to starve to death, or pass out from no medical care. It seemed likely.
Although those were horrible options, the worse part about the whole thing was, having to be left alone with only my thoughts for company. Whoever did this to me knew I had a guilty conscience and wanted me to be constantly thinking about Dean and how big of an ass I was to him.
That would be the worst way to die, I believed. Alone with your thoughts, nothing else to bother you except your guilt and need the dying need to escape.
Once more the memories came back. I had been hit over the head with something extremely heavy. I'd been out for about five minutes, I guessed. During that time my hands had been tied behind my back, as were my legs. Glancing around I saw a shovel lying next to me. The weapon used to knock me out.
Regaining all my senses took too long. Something kicked me hard in the ribs. From my vantage point on the ground I saw a vage view of my attacker. They were small, with a long slender body and thin fingers.
"Don't you dare try and move." the person said. It sounded like a female, but I couldn't be sure. My eyes were still trying to focus when I heard them lift up their right foot and kick my face.
Afraid that my cheekbone had broken, I rubbed my tongue over the inside of my cheek. It was bleeding. Lying still as a stone I waited for the next blow to come.
But none came. Instead the beast covered my eyes with a bandanna and left me in the dark.
Several minutes later, just when I was beginning to think they'd left, I felt strong arms grab hold of my biceps. There was no way that little person could pick me up. I weighed twice as much as her.
But without even hesitating I was lifted from the waist up.
Scared to hell, I began to run through what had happened. That little petite person I had seen for less than a moment was definitly not the same person that was dragging me across the ground with ease.
My eyes were getting heavy. I'd been trying so hard to remember what had happened I'd barely noticed I'd thrown off my jacket and spread it out on the cold floor. There was no point in continueing the search for the escape. Wherever the exit was, it would still be there when I woke up. But for the time being my body was telling me I needed to lie down. My head was getting light headed. I believed that the injuries to my body were finally taking a toll.
Curling up on my battered jacket, I tried to calm myself down enough to sotre up some energy. I knew I'd need it soon.
I was asleep before I knew it.
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It was deep into the night when I was sprinting through the woods, swiveling my head back and forth to make sure I wasn't missing anything.
I'd left calm and catious behind me a long time ago. Since I'd found Sam's bag, covered in his blood, my mind went into hunt mode.
But, this time, it wasn't just another creature from the deep realms of darkness, it was something that wanted to harm me. And hell if I would let it beat me. Dean Winchester never lost.
"Hang in there Sam, I'm coming for you." Saying this helped me focus. I kept making promises with God, telling Him I would never be mean to Sam again if only He let me see him again. "I will tell him every little secret I kept from him...just please let me get to him in time," I begged.
As I was running I noticed that some of the bushes were seperated. A few even had branches pulled off and the ground looked as if it were trampled on. Bendind down, I shined my flashlight on certain spots. At first I noticed nothing, but then shining the light a second time I saw a small peice of fabric. Picking it up, I cringed. The fabric was from jeans. The same shade as a pair Sam had.
Wherever the woods led to, I was sure Sam had been taken. For what seemed the millionth time that night it seemed I stood back up and continued looking for my baby brother.