A/N: You know every has been updating this week, so what the hell I'll update too. :smiles:

Previously on Taken from You: The boys went to the park with their mother and Dean was kidnapped, leaving Sammy all alone until his mother notcied him. Mary told John that Dean was missing.

A/N 2: Yeppers heres the new chapter... enjoy.

"John, Dean's gone."

"What do you mean he's gone?" Mary had continued to look around the park while still holding the crying Sammy, as her husband spoke loudly through the phone.

"We went to the park, he was watching Sammy, John the next thing I knew he was gone." Mary's voice broke as spoke through the phone, the tears fell down her face.

"Mary stay there and keep looking for him, I'm on my way." Mary disconnected the call and put the phone away and once again begun he search for her missing son.

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All I see is black. Where am I? Why can't I see?

I try to talk but something is stopping me. I bring my hands up to my mouth, noticing that my hands are tied together by something… maybe it's rope, but it doesn't burn like rope. I brush my finger tips against my lips, feeling the thing that's keeps the sound from coming. It's some type of tape… maybe duck tape, maybe that's what is keeping my hands bound.

What the hell is going on?

I can hear things passing me… that means we're moving… I think. We are moving! I know the sound of a car when it's moving. Voices… I hear voices… in front of me, talking quietly among themselves, like I'm not even here. I try yelling to them, but the tape made it difficult and all that managed to do was make a muffled sound.

Where's my mom? Where's Sammy? Oh God Sammy, he has to be scared, I just vanished on him. No Sam!

I feel the car stop as I jerk forward with a sudden force. Now's my time. I try to struggle against my bindings as I hear a sliding door open. I yell out as best I could as I feel someone pulling me from the seat. Kicking and elbowing him, hitting him with my head, yelling through the tape… but it's like he didn't notice it.

I heard a loud banging noise as he carried me up a flight of stairs. He stopped for a second and once again I felt myself kicking, doing anything I could to make him let go of me. The creak of a door… the sound of more footsteps… then I feel something soft beneath me. I hear a soft click, and things get a little brighter… still black, but I could tell that whoever had me just turned on a light.

The footsteps got louder and louder… until they seemed like they were right next to me and then they stopped.

"I'm gonna take the blind fold off, along with the tape on your mouth. If you yell I will kill you. Got it?" I nod… only because at the moment I couldn't say anything. I feel the thing around my eyes being lifted from my eyes. The light burns like the sun causing me to close my eyes quickly and just as I close my eyes I feel the tape being ripped of my mou-. OW! SHIT! That hurt! I slowly open my eyes again after a few seconds, looking around at my surrondings.

Tan colored walls… the paints cracking, which tells me it's an old house, and this person doesn't care what it looks like. The chairs around this place look like crap, an orange chair in the corner with tears all over it, a couch that looks like it's from the seventies. The floor is covered in dirt and I can't even see out the windows.

I look at my hands and notice they are still bound, so I bring them up closer to my mouth and try to rip through the tape with my teeth.
I hear the footsteps again and I look up to see a big guy standing in front of me holding a knife… a really sharp knife. Why do I get the feeling this is going to hurt like hell.

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John had showed up at the park ten minutes later, his wife running over to him as he hugged her tightly. He watched as a police officer walked over to them as he slowly pulled away from his wife. John looked at his youngest, more tears falling on his already tear stained face. John took Sammy from Mary as she told the police officer what happened.

Sammy struggled to get out of his fathers grip but it only caused him to hold on tighter. Sammy continued to yell for his brother as his father tried to comfort him.

A/N: Uh Oh Dean's in trouble. The guy has a knife. :Dramatic music playing in background:

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