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Bait

Chapter 2 – History Repeated

Dean was enjoying himself for the first time in weeks. He felt a pang of guilt, but quickly shoved it away as he continued his conversation with the lovely blonde that had joined him. The way he looked at it, both he and Sam deserved a break. It would be worth the cost of repairing the Impala if Sam had a good time for once.

After a couple of hours though, Dean felt himself looking at the door to the bar, expecting Sam to walk through. When the bartender called for last round, Dean decided to go check outside…an eerie feeling of déjà vu assaulted him as he quickened his steps...he was beginning to feel the same panic that he had felt when Sam was kidnapped by Pa Bender and his kin.

The feeling intensified as he walked out to an empty street with no sign of Sam. He quickly walked down to the diner, figuring that would be the most likely place his brother would have gone. He spoke to the waitress and learned that Sam and his date had left over an hour before. Dean walked out and tried to retrace his brother's steps. In full hunter mode, Dean scanned the streets for any sign of his brother. "Man, Sammy…if you are out getting lucky…so help me!"

Suddenly Dean stopped and slapped his head. Reaching into his coat pocket he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Sam's number. "Come on Sammy…answer damn it!" After he received his brother's voicemail, Dean was now into full worry mode. Sam always had his phone with him. Dean decided he needed to widen the search. Walking back to the bar, he stopped in and spoke to the bartender. He found out the name and address of the girl who had left with Sam. Luckily she was well known locally. After thanking the bartender, Dean headed back to the car.

He frowned at the white envelope that was stuck under the windshield wiper. Opening the envelope, Dean opened the single sheet of paper; his breath frozen in his chest as he read

"Where is Sam?"

Dean's hand shook as he looked around trying to find the owner of the note. He quickly got into the car and headed to the girl's apartment. "God…when are we ever going to get a break?" thought Dean as he picked the old lock on the door and entered the apartment.

He was shocked to see the condition of the apartment. It looked like a wild animal had attached the room. The seat cushions from the sofa were shredded and there was debris all over the living area…Dean didn't like the rage that he read in the destruction of the room…and somehow his brother had walked into the middle of it!

ooooooooo

Sam groaned as he was once more thrown against the wall of the moving van. His hands and feet were tightly bound, a dirty gag had been placed in his mouth before a hood was placed over his head. The hood made it difficult to breathe as Sam tried to concentrate on remaining conscious. He needed to wait for his chance and then he had to get himself and Sheila out of this mess.

Sam could hear the whimpers of the terrified girl. He wished he could offer her some kind of comfort. Blaming himself for allowing her to be taken, Sam could feel the anger towards the men responsible building.

Time seemed to drag on forever as the van continued on its journey. Sheila had stopped whimpering and Sam guessed that she had finally fallen asleep or unconscious. Sam had been working on loosening the ropes that bound his wrists. He had been flexing and contracting his muscles for what seemed like hours, feeling the rope burning into his flesh. His arms ached, in fact his whole body ached from being tightly bound and left to roll around in the back of the van.

Sam closed his eyes briefly: picturing his brother's face. He knew that by now Dean would be on the hunt for him. He knew that Dean would be frantic, but Sam also knew that Dean would find him…he always found him. Dean could be a pain sometimes, especially when he was in mother hen mode…but Sam understood Dean's fear. It was the same fear that haunted Sam in his dreams…the fear that one of them would be killed and the other would not be able to get there in time.

ooooooooo

Dean sat in his car, not sure where to go or what to do. He pulled his jacket closer as his body started to feel the cold winter wind that had been blowing all day. He gazed at the distant mountains and let the despair claim him. His mind knew that he could not be with Sam every minute of every day…but his heart still felt like he had failed his little brother yet again. Why did he have to lose the people he loved? Dean asked himself, but the wind did not answer.

Starting up the car, Dean decided to check in to a local motel and start digging into the mystery that had brought him and Sam to this town. There had been a number of people who had turned up missing over the past few months…too many, to just be coincidence. Dean couldn't shake the feeling that whatever or whoever had taken Sam had something to do with the other disappearances.

After unloading the car, Dean began surfing the net to see what he could find on the missing people as well as the young woman that had left with Sam. He shook his head as he chewed nervously on the end of his pen…Sam will never date again if this keeps up…the poor kid never gets a break. Dean accepted the risks as part of the job…and in their job, people sometimes got hurt. It wasn't fair, but that was how it was. But Sam always shouldered the guilt, always feeling like he should have done more.

Dean sighed as he got up to get another cup of coffee. Looking at his watch, he saw that there might still be time to drop by the local police department and see if he could get a look at some of the police files…maybe there would be an answer there. Grabbing his keys and his coat, Dean walked out to the car only to find another white envelope under his windshield wiper. Looking around once again, Dean could not see anyone nearby.

Dean once more opened the envelope to see what the contents revealed. Once again, a single piece of paper was enclosed...

"You will never find him…he will suffer and you can't save him"

What the hell was that supposed to mean! Dean slammed his fist onto the steering wheel. Taking a deep breath, he started the car. To hell with them…they didn't know Dean Winchester…he was going to get the police records and figure out what was going on. Then he was going to find the bastards and kill them.

ooooooooo

The van finally lurched to a stop. Sam could hear voices outside the van as he tried to prepare himself. He heard the van door open and rough hands reached in to drag him out. He was dropped onto the cold hard ground. A few moments later he heard Sheila's distressed whimpers once more as she too was removed from the van. Sam struggled, but the ropes were still too tight.

"Well, well, well…who do we have here?" A female voice asked as Sam felt a vicious kick to his side. "Take our guest to his new home…make him comfortable. I have to see to something in town and when Ireturn…the fun can begin!"

Sam felt himself being dragged along the ground. A door opened and he was shoved down some stairs…once at the bottom, his captors finally pulled off the hood. They shoved him down onto the floor and left, laughing. Sam blinked, trying to get his eyes focused in the gloom. From what he could see, it looked like he was in some kind of root cellar. Shivering from the cold, he rubbed his face against the floor, removing the gag. His mouth felt dry, but at least he could now breathe easier. Once again he began working at the ropes that bound him.

A few moments later the door opened again and another man came down with Sheila slung over his shoulder. He rubbed his hands up and down on her body in a suggestive manner. "So, you didn't want to stay with me…after I promised you eternal life…well bitch, after I have had my fun with you, you'll beg me to let you die."

"Leave her alone you bastard!" Sam said as he leveled his hate filled eyes on the man.

The man dropped Sheila onto the floor and yanked her hood off. He smiled as he saw the terrified eyes of the girl…but then turned to Sam. "So, you thought you could take my place…you thought you were man enough to take my girlfriend from me…let's just see how good you are big man!"

Sam felt himself jerked upright and spun around. The ropes on his hands and feet were quickly released. Sam almost fell as the circulation had not fully returned to his tightly bound limbs. Keeping his eyes on the man in the room, Sam took a defensive pose between the stranger and Sheila.

The stranger's attack was swift as he lunged at Sam. Sam managed to duck and land a blow to the man's middle. His attacker spun around and grabbing Sam, slammed him into the wall. He then punched Sam in the stomach with such force, Sam doubled over in pain. "Unfortunately, the pleasure of killing you is not mine…but Kate didn't say anything about keeping you pretty!"

Sam felt his head snap back as a blow hit him in the face. "Aw shit…I knew we should have finished the job!" Sam thought as he fell into blackness.

TBC