Disclaimer: This story has the typical violence you'll see in the show along with all the angst. I try not to get too off character or too violent, but I'm giving it a mature rating just to be on the safe side.

I of course own nothing and get nothing but the satisfaction of writing the story and hopefully making it enjoyable for others as well. Comments are always welcome, good or bad. Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

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Sam moved through the tunnels having to bend slightly at the waist due to his height. Each time he reached a section where the tunnel split there was always a sign left for him, a shadow down one way or splashing noises he could follow. He knew it was probably a trap, but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was get revenge for Dean's and Sarah's death. He'd lost too many people and if he had to join them in death to get his revenge, he was more than willing.

As he entered another split he heard noises above him. Glancing up he could see that a cover had been moved above. He climbed the ladder and cautiously glanced out. There were buildings on two sides and it appeared that he was exiting the sewers in an alley. He didn't think he'd gone that far, but he was definitely out of the subdivision of houses now. He climbed out and looked around for his next clue. He wasn't disappointed either. There was a doorway opened on the side of one of the buildings down the alley and the woman was standing there smiling at him. As soon as he started to run towards her, she entered the building and closed the door behind her.

Sam opened the door and entered what appeared to be an abandoned office. Paper and a few broken cubicle walls were on the floor. A door opened to his left revealed a stairwell and he heard the footsteps going rapidly up them. He didn't even think twice and began running up the stairs himself.

He went up multiple flights, ending on the fourth floor. The entire floor was open and empty except for her. She was standing on the opposite side smiling at him. He didn't think twice, he ran the length of the room stopping only when he was standing in front of her. His first actions were to punch her in the face twice. However, when she didn't even flinch, his anger began to dwindle, being replaced by a twinge of fear. He stepped back from her and waited for the familiar toss across the room and most likely into one of the walls. Instead she just stood there watching him with an almost warm smile on her face. Similar to the one she had on her face when she was talking to him through the door earlier.

After what seemed forever, she broke the silence, "Sam, it's going to be ok. I know you cared about them, but they can't help you progress any more." Her smile seems eerily genuine, "but I can. I can help you learn and grow into what you were meant to become."

"And what is that?" Sam spat, his anger slowly returning.

"One of us. We're your real family and we've been waiting for you to come home. Dean and Sarah gave you strength and a strong will. We will combine that with training in your abilities so you can become so much more. You will be a formidable warrior for us." Her voice was strangely soothing.

"I'm not going to become some killer for you or anyone else, especially that son of a bitch that killed my mom and Jessica. So you can just go back to hell where you came from and leave me a lone." Sam stepped backwards away from her before turning completely around and heading for the other side of the room. He only made it about half way there when he suddenly couldn't move at all. It was that familiar sensation and he waited, but wasn't thrown anywhere. After a second or two, she walked around in front of him.

She stood very close to him and looked up into his eyes. She was shorter than him and forced him down to his knees keeping her eyes locked on his. That same comforting smile was on her face and her green eyes almost looked compassionate. She placed her hand on his shoulder and bent over, whispering softly in his ear, "the loss of your old family and friends is hard and I can help you work through that. Their loss will make you stronger and the anger you feel will make you powerful." She moved to put her face right next to his, her lips just a hair away from his, "I'm going to take care of you."

"I'm going to kill you," Sam snarled back at her.

"When you are ready to take the final step and become part of this family that will be it." Her smiled turned a little wicked and a sparkle in her eye almost scared Sam more than her words, "you will truly be one of us when you take my life." She stood up, looked at Sam warmly one more time and then hit him with such force that he collapsed onto the ground unconscious. "Come and get him," she called and two men came from a side room and picked up Sam. They all calmly left the building carrying Sam between them.

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They were stuck in traffic. Apparently some type of accident was completely blocking the road. Carl and the other officers didn't seem to be too concerned. Dean was looking at everything, the seats, people, cuffs, in hopes that he'd be able to find something that would help him escape. If they got him to the station it would be all over. They'd run his prints, find out about his supposed death, and who knows how many crime scenes they might have on file with those finger prints linked to them. He was beginning to panic.

The explosion wasn't so big that the van flipped, but the front end definitely left the ground. The cars to either side of the van rocked and their front tires blew violently. Smoke began filling the van. The officers began yelling orders to the prisoners as they leapt out. The two officers in the back unlocked the chain and pulled it from the rings that held them all in place. Carl and the driver left the van and came around back as the other two officers filed the prisoners out the back of the van.

They were beginning to cuff each prisoner to another and lead them away from the van quickly. Before they could finish a strange canister landed amongst them and began spewing smoke. Dean couldn't breath and his eyes were burning. From what he could tell, everyone else around him was having the same problem. The officers were trying desperately to keep a hand on their five prisoners. Dean was suddenly grabbed roughly and dragged away from the van and smoke.

Coughing and trying desperately to regain his vision, he instinctively followed whoever was dragging him through the traffic and down an alley. They stopped briefly and the firm hand left his shoulder to pat him roughly on the back. The familiar voice was a surprise, but definitely a relief, "Dean, you ok? We need to move, come on."

"Dad?" Dean blinked as his eyes cleared and he was able to finally take in deep breaths of clean air.

John smiled, "come on Dean." He glanced back the way they'd come, then grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him down the alley a few steps before letting go and jogging to his truck.

Dean coughed a few more times, but gladly ran to the passenger side of the truck and jumped in.

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At the motel room Dean filled in his dad on everything that had happened. "How did you find us? How did you even know we were in trouble?"

"I was watching the brief news reports of Sarah's disappearance. I knew that you and Sam would be going there. When you didn't answer your cell phone and the missing reports continued, I knew something was wrong. Now, where's Sam?"

Dean shook his head, "I don't know. We were separated. When the FBI cleared the place they didn't find him. They couldn't find the two leaders of the group either, I think they took Sam."

John shook his head. "Sam's not with them. I was listening to the scanners about their escape. I saw them leaving, but it was just the two of them. I didn't see Sam anywhere, just you."

Dean's jaw clenched in sudden fear, "What if he escaped and followed them or was going to try to get me from the station? If the cops …"

John held up his hand and stopped Dean's trail of thought. "He wasn't following them and your car was still hidden when I left." John grabbed the keys to the truck, "come on, lets go get the car."

"But Dad, we have …"

"Dean. Let's go, now."

"Yes sir." Dean sighed and grabbed his jacket as they left the room and got in the truck.

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The car was exactly where Dean had hidden it several nights before. Everything was in place and there was still no sign of Sam. Dean's stomach was in knots and looking at his dad's worried expression let him know that this was bad. Dean had never known his father to not have a plan or an idea of what to do, but as they stood looking at the car, Dean knew that they had no clues to follow and no idea where Sam could be.