Sorry about the wait but here is Chapter Seven for you all.


Chapter Seven

Sam stirred awake, god his head hurt, his eyes fluttered open whereever he was it wasn't Lois's apartment, and what ever he was laying on wasn't a comfy bed. Trying to move from the position he was in he yelped as pain shot threw his arms, gritting his teeth he pushed the sudden pain aside.

"Ah your awake" a dark cold voice greeted his ears

"What do you want? Where's my father?" Sam asked the voice laughed he strained his neck trying to get a better look of his attacker.

"I'll ask you again, where's my father?" Sam spat, color drained from Sam's face as his kidnapper pulled an unconscious John Winchester from the shadows,

"What have you done to him?" Sam asked fear clear in the youngest hunters voice his kidnapper laughed again.

"Just borrowed him so I could bring you here" his kidnapper replied, "Lucky Smallville has some deep dark caves I can use"

"What do you want with me?" Sam asked

"Bait" replied his kidnapper "Bait for your brother"

"What? My brother? What do you want with him?" Sam asked as panic settled over him, his kidnapper emerged from the shadows,

"Because of what he did to my life" spat the man


"Where's Sam?" were the first words that came from Dean's mouth once he had woken up, fighting the sudden threat of tears Chloe told Dean, well from what Lois and Clark had told her anyway.

"If he's hurt" Dean gritted his teeth as he tried to sit up, but the stitches on his stomach forced him back down along with Chloe's firm hand upon his shoulder.

"I'm sure he's alright" Chloe assured him "If he's as tough as you" she chuckled slightly hoping to lighten the mood.

"I hate hospitals" Dean mumbled getting another chuckle from Chloe "No offence Chloe but why are you here? And second could you let go of my hand!" Chloe quickly snatched her hand out of Dean's grasp, and blushed, she'd completely forgotten about the fact she was holding his hand.

"No offence taken, just wanted to keep you company" that was half the truth; Dean smiled warmly

"Thanks" Chloe smiled as her eyes locked with his sending her heart racing at a 100 beats per minuet, good thing she was sat down otherwise she was sure she'd have fallen over at that point. She moved in tighter, she could feel his breath on her face, cupping her chin Dean smiled and brought her into a soft but powerful kiss.

"I'm sorry" Dean apologised as he pulled back Chloe looked at him confused

"Don't be," she whispered, Dean couldn't help but grin as he pulled her in for another kiss this time deeper, Dean groaned as pain shot up threw his stomach, he'd forgotten about his wounds, reluctantly he pulled back.

Chloe smiled as he cupped her cheek and rubbed his thumb lightly over her jaw line, meanwhile both were unaware they were being watched, the woman sighed heavily as Dean once again brought Chloe in for another kiss. Not wanting to watch the performance anymore Lana Lang turned on her heels and walked briskly out of the medical centre.


"Lois, we can't just brake in" Clark whispered as Lois was crouched down trying to picklock the passenger side of the Impala, while he kept a look out.

"Look we've got to do something Clark, maybe the car will give us more information" she replied as she successfully opened the door,

"Alright were in" she said while climbing all fours onto the passenger seat the car was a mess, junk food wrappers littered the floor and dashboard mixed in by empty coke cans. Lois shook her head at the state of the interior, if Dean loved the car so much why didn't he take care of the insides? She thought to herself, what do we have here? Her eyes landed on the brown-leathered journal taking the journal she quickly exited the car.

"What's that?" Clark asked as he helped her out, his eyes landing on the journal,

"Hopefully something that will help us" Lois replied.

"And what if it doesn't help us?" Clark asked as Lois shut the Impala she shrugged, truthfully she was running out of options, and if she was going to get Sam out of Smallville alive she was going to need something more than a journal to help her.


AN: You know what to do