"Dean?" It had taken sometime for Sam to speak, not believing his brother was there before him. He ran to the window to see his sibling's face more clearly. "Where the hell have you been? I thought you were gone! Where did you go from the theatre? And without telling me, you stupid jerk!"

Dean's smile disappeared and his face became suddenly serious. "Get in the car Sam."

"What?"

"Get in the car."

Sam obeyed and slid into the passenger's seat, closing the door behind him. "Dean, what happened? What's going on?"

Dean pulled out of the parking lot and began driving. "I was taken. By a crazy freak named Silas."

"The Cursed One?"

Dean cast his brother a surprised glance. "Yah, how the hell did you know?"

"I had a little chat with the woman in the police station. She said you had been taken," he paused. "And that you were this guy's slave or some sort of servant. Dean, are you all right? What did he do to you?"

"He tried to make me obey him. He tried to brainwash me or something like that. Son of a bitch… I got away though. I know where he's hiding so we've got to go there now and kill this freaky bastard."

"Where is he hiding?"

"Some old abandoned warehouse outside of town."

"Out of town? Did he take you there? How did you get back so fast?"

"I don't know man. I ran my ass off."

Sam laughed. "Now that's a sight I'd pay to see."

They arrived at the warehouse only minutes later, Dean having broken practically every road law to get them there as fast as possible. The warehouse was a large building with broken windows, long grass surrounding it, and dirty white walls. It was impossible to tell what it had manufactured. Sam followed Dean through an entry way in the side, down a flight of stairs, and into a large, crumbling room.

"Are you sure this is where he is?"

"Dude, I was here. Trust me, he should be just over there." stated Dean in a slightly annoyed voice as he pointed to an opendoorway with the barrel of his shotgun.

Sam adjusted the duffle bag strap on his shoulder. "Don't you think he'll be expecting us?"

They entered a small room, two dirty windows the only source of light. It was a dead end.

Dean stopped and slowly turned around, a crazed look in his eyes. "That's the idea."