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Bait

Chapter 17 – Stephen's Revenge

"Dad…you need to get back here…Stephen has Sam!"

John heard the panic in Dean's voice as he listened to the message on his cell phone. Damn it…he shouldn't have left them. Dialing Dean's phone number, he waited impatiently for his son to pick up the phone.

"Dad?"

"Yeah son…where are you now?"

"I'm heading back to the motel room…I'm thinking they are staying somewhere close by. I have a listing of vacant properties…we can start there!"

"Ok…I'm about and hour and half away from you…don't go after them until I get there Dean…I mean it!" John growled into the phone as he hung up. Pressing on the accelerator, he decided to make it in less time, just to be safe.

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Stephen pulled the van up next to the old warehouse. Getting out he looked around and smiled. There was no one around. He reached into the van one more time and grabbed Sam, slinging him over his shoulder. He smiled when he heard the groan of pain coming from the young hunter.

Sheila followed them silently into the warehouse, closing the door quietly behind her. She didn't want to be here…but she couldn't resist. She had to do what Stephen told her to do, for some reason he was able to control her will. Looking at the unconscious form of Sam, she sighed. He had promised to kill her…now it looked like she would be trapped forever in this nightmare.

Stephen carried Sam over to a large metal table. He quickly secured Sam to the table and turned to Sheila. "Don't worry love…in a short while you will have your first feast…believe me, once you start you'll feel so good. Soon you'll be free to accept me as your mate...once we have gotten rid of your former boyfriend!"

"Stephen…I told you, I just met him. Why can't you accept that it is you I don't like…I will never accept you the way you want me to…never!" She turned her cold eyes on Stephen.

"Enough…first we need to wake up sleeping beauty here…then the fun can begin!"

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Dean had hurried back to the motel and was going over the various properties from the listings he had obtained the other day. Shaking his head in frustration, he tried to calm himself down. He had to figure out a way to narrow the list down…there were so many vacant properties. It could take him days to search each one…even with his father's help. Somehow, he knew that Sam's time would be running out before then.

An hour later, Dean had broken the list into two sections. As soon as his father got here, they would each take a list and start the search. They would work out from the hospital in a widening circle, searching each place until they found his brother.

Dean jumped when he heard the door open…he had forgotten that he had given his father a key. "Have you heard anything yet?" John asked as he strode into the room like a man on a mission.

"No Sir…nothing. I only left him for a moment…just a moment!" Dean looked at his father, just like he had all those years ago when the Shtriga attacked Sam.

John sighed "Look Dean…you can't be there every minute of every day…bad things are going to happen…they happen to everyone…just more often to us because of who we are and what we do…now rather than dwelling on what happened…let's see what we can do about it. I for one am not ready to let that bastard kill my son!"

Dean blinked "To quote our favorite pain the ass…'who is this man and what did he do with my father?'…Jeeze Dad…no more chick flick moments ok…I think I've had my quota!"

John laughed and for a moment the two men were sent back to a time when catching a baseball in the back yard was the biggest problem that faced them.

"Ok Dad…I have a list for each of us…we should get started checking each of them out. Sammy has to be in one of them!"

"Great job Dean…but remember, if either one of us finds Sammy, we call the other to let 'em know where he is before going in…agreed?" John gave Dean a stern look, knowing his head strong son would go in no matter what.

"Agreed Dad…let's just go!" Without further words, the two men went out into the night to do what they did best…hunt!.

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Sam's eyes snapped open as he felt the ice cold water hit his body. Sputtering, he blinked trying to clear his vision. His mind was still groggy from the drug. He tried to use his hand to wipe the water from his eyes, but found he couldn't move his arms or legs. "Come on Sammy…open those big brown eyes…daddy wants to play!"

Sam knew that voice…the voice from his nightmare. "Stephen" Sam croaked out through dry lips.

"You got it…now Sheila here still thinks you're a hero…so I'm going to show her what kind of man she tried to replace me with!"

Sam groaned, how in the hell had he ended up here. The last thing he remembered was getting a shot in the hospital. Shaking his head, he tried to get his eyes to focus. He could see that he was in some kind of warehouse. He was strapped to a table, once again only in his briefs. For God's sake…what did these vampires have against clothes! Sam's body started to shiver from the cold air…man after this, Sam was only going to work in the South during the winter months…he was tired of being cold.

Sam felt a soft hand touch his shoulder. Looking up he saw Sheila standing beside him. "Sheila, help me…please…I'm so sorry…I thought you had gotten away" Sam watched as a single tear fell down her face.

"Sam…just remember your promise to me…if you get the chance…remember you promised!"

"Sheila, just untie me, I will help you!" Sam struggled, but the ropes holding him were too tight. He could feel them cutting into his wrists and ankles.

"I can't Sam…I have to do whatever Stephen commands me to do…I'm so sorry!" Sheila backed away from Sam, giving Stephen a hard stare. She squared her shoulders and decided to make one last plea to the man she thought she had loved.

"Stephen…let Sam go…let him go and I will be yours forever!" Sheila tried to keep the desperation out of her voice.

"Sure…and as soon as my back is turned, you'll go to him…or you'll help him destroy me…sorry Sheila…it's not going to happen…now watch as I make your boyfriend beg!"

Sam closed his eyes as Stephen approached him…somehow he knew that he was going to be in for another rough night.

TBC