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Missing

Chapter six

Dean tried to get Jack's words out of his mind. He wouldn't even consider that his brother might be dead, Sam was alive and he was going to find him. He grabbed a broom that was leaning up against one of the dumpsters and began slowly walking by the warehouses and hangers trying to casually look into windows as he passed by without drawing attention to himself. Occasionally he'd stop and sweep debris off the runway trying to appear to be working in case anyone was watching him. As he passed one of the hangers he noticed a small plane hidden underneath a tarp. No one seemed to be watching so he slipped into the building and walked over to the plane. He hesitated a few seconds before pulling back the tarp worried what he might find. He peaked in through the window and could plainly see bullet holes in some of the seats, also what appeared to be blood splattered throughout the plane. He felt his heart lurch in his chest wondering if it might be Sam's blood. He tried the door, it was open so he crawled inside and looked around. He remembered Sam mentioning the CD and something about the seat so he went from seat to seat examining them. He knew he had to hurry because if anyone caught him snooping around he knew they wouldn't hesitate to kill him. When he got to one of the seats he noticed a rip on one of the bottom seams. He stuck his fingers into the seam and could feel something inside the cushion. He reached into the seat and pulled out the CD Sam had taken with him. What the hell could this have to do with anything he wondered? But Sam had hidden it so it must mean something. Dean was uncertain whether to leave the CD there or hide it somewhere else; he decided to take it with him. He frowned with worry when he got a good look at the seat. There were spots of blood covering the top portion. If they hurt you Sammy I swear I'll kill the son of a bitches. He said to himself as he ran his hand over the seat. He then crawled out of the plane and quickly looked around the hanger in case Sam might be there, but he wasn't. Dean stuck the CD into his jumpsuit and went outside and began to once more sweep the area. When he came to a large dumpster he reached inside and took out a piece of plastic then wrapped the CD in it and hid it beneath a bush near the dumpster where he hoped it would be safe. He then continued searching for any signs of his brother.

Finally he saw something that gave him hope. In front of one of the warehouses a man stood by the door, a rifle slung over his shoulder as if guarding something inside. Dean casually walked by the building and then when he was sure no one was watching went around to the back of the building to look for a way in. He looked in the windows but the warehouse was dark and the windows dirty making it impossible to see inside. Finally he found a window that he could pry open and he quietly slid inside. Once there he stayed hidden behind crates as he cautiously crept around the warehouse. He was only in the warehouse for a few minutes when he heard a low moan that stopped him in his tracks. He walked over to the area he thought the sound had come from. He choked back a sob when he saw Sam's badly beaten body tied to a heavy metal chair in the corner of the warehouse. His arms had been pulled tightly behind him, his legs tied to the legs of the chair. His head hung down on his naked chest which was marred by dark purple bruises. Oh God Sammy what did they do to you? Dean blinked back tears when he saw that wires had been attached to the chair and lead to an electrical box on the wall, they had been torturing him. He fought the urge to run to his brother knowing he first had to make sure no one else was in the building, he couldn't take the chance that he would be spotted. If they caught him his brother was as good as dead. Sam moaned again and rolled his head slightly to the side giving Dean a better look at his face. Dean winced; he hardly recognized his brother. A blindfold had been tied around his eyes; his face was bloody and covered in bruises, his lips cracked and swollen. He moaned again then tilted his head slightly when Dean bumped against one of the crates.

"Is someone there?" He said softly. "Please…water…just a little water…"

Tears filled Dean's eyes as he watched his brother beg for something to drink. What the hell was going on? Why did they want his brother he wondered? He wanted to run over to Sam, untie him, and get out of there but he had heard footsteps and knew someone was in the building. There was nothing he could do without risking both their lives so he slipped back into the darkness behind the crates as four men carrying rifles walked over to Sam. Dean knew there was no way he could take on all of them without risking the chance of getting Sam or himself shot. No, he'd have to wait for the right opportunity.

" ' bout time you woke up." The one man said as he grabbed Sam's hair and pulled his head back. "You ready to tell us where you put the CD?"

Sam said nothing so the man backhanded him hard across his face splitting his lip.

"You must enjoy pain boy." The man walked over to a switch on the wall. "See if you like this."

He threw the switch and an electric current shot through the chair. Sam threw his head back as his body began to jerk violently in the chair.

Dean shut his eyes and turned his face away unable to watch. I'll kill the bastards! He thought to himself. His eyes filled with tears as he listened to them torturing his brother but he knew if he tried to intervene either he or Sam could end up dead and where would that get them?

"That's enough; you'll end up killing him." One of the other men walked over and turned the switch off.

Sam's head once more fell to his chest. Dean could see Sam's chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Dean wiped angrily at his tears and breathed a sigh of relief once the current had been turned off. He hoped the men would leave now that Sam appeared to be unconscious, but instead the man once more grabbed Sam by the hair and forced his head back. He then began shaking Sam by his hair until he woke up.

"Who came down to Mexico with you?"

"No one… I'm alone."

"We were watching and saw you get off the plane with someone." The man pulled Sam's head back even further and put a knife to his throat. "You keep lying to me and I'll slit your throat…Now who was it?"

Dean's body tensed. If they made any attempt to cut Sam he'd have to react and react quickly and just hope he could get to them before they could get a shot off.

"Just….just a friend from college."

"Where is he?"

"He was going to visit….some friends in Mexico City."

"If you're lying I'll gut you like a pig."

"I'm not…."

"Where's the CD?"

"I already told you I lost it back at college…."

The man went over to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of water. He took it over and held it up to Sam's lips, but quickly pulled it away before Sam could take a drink.

"Thirsty aren't you?" The man laughed.

Sam licked his dry cracked lips, his thirst being far worse then the pain he was in.

"Please…just a little water….just a little…."

"You tell us where the CD is and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you a drink."

"I don't have it….I swear I don't have it."

"I don't believe you." The man opened the bottle and poured some of the water in front of Sam making sure he could hear the water hitting the floor. He laughed as Sam gave a little whimper. "All you got to do is tell me what you did with the CD and I'll put you out of your misery."

"I don't have it…"

The man viciously backhanded Sam hard across his face and his head snapped to the side then fell onto his chest as he gratefully gave into the darkness that claimed him.

"You know Rodriguez is going to be pissed if we can't get this kid to talk."

"Oh he'll talk." The man reached in his pocket and pulled out a syringe then plunged it into Sam's arm and depressed the plunger.

Dean watched in horror but there was nothing he could do, it had happened too fast. All he knew was that he had to get Sam out of there and as soon as possible before these men ended up killing him.

TBC