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He had that pounding he always had in his head after he had been brutally knocked unconscious. That seemed to happen with an alarming frequency. Dean cracked his eyes open, but it didn't really help, for all he could see was darkness. He heard a moan come from somewhere near him. "Who's there?" he called out quietly to the blackness.

"Dean?"

"Sam?"

"They got you too?"

"Yeah. The question is who got us?

"And where's Lucy?"

"You don't know how much I wish I knew." Dean fumbled around in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a lighter. The flame gave a small amount of light, but it was enough to see that it was in fact just him and Sam in the room and the room appeared to be a damp basement in what could possibly be the same abandoned warehouse that they were supposed to be investigating. There were no windows and the large metal door on the opposite side of the room definitely didn't look like it was able to be opened from their side.

"We've gotta get out of here, man," Sam spoke up from beside him.

"We have to get out and find that bastard Charlie."

"What are you talking about?"

"He has something to do with Lucy going missing. I don't know what, but I know he does. He told me that she was gone. Damn we have to find her, Sam." Just then, there was a loud creak and the room was flooded with light. The brothers grimaced in the bright light. When their eyes adjusted, they saw an older woman with obviously dyed blonde hair and the same grin as Charlie standing in the doorway. The disturbing part was the large, sawed off shotgun she was holding in her hand.

"Good afternoon, boys. Let me introduce myself, although I guess it hardly seems necessary now," she said with a small laugh. "I'm Sophie. I trust you've already met my husband Charlie?" If it wasn't for the gun in her hand, this lady would seem like a pleasant enough person.

"Where's our sister?" was the first thing that came out of Dean's mouth.

"I wouldn't worry about her. I would think you would be fearing for your own lives at the moment. Now I'm sorry I have to do this. You seem like such nice boys. But I just can't let you get in the way. "

"In the way of what?" Sam asked.

"Sacrificing an innocent."

"An innocent? You mean-" A horrified look came to both the brothers' faces.

"Yes. Your little sister. Her pure blood is what will keep the people of this town alive. Don't you see? One life to save many. It only makes sense. Oh my I've wasted way too much time talking. Goodbye, boys." She raised her shotgun to fire.

"Wait!" Dean cried, desperately trying to stall. "Why are you killing innocent people? Do you realize that you are planning on killing our five year old sister? She's five. She's still a baby." A look passed through Sophie's eyes. It was very brief, but Dean caught it. "Did you and Charlie ever have a child?" Sophie's gun drooped in her hands and her eyes shone with unshed tears.

"Why our own son?" She cried. "He was our son!" Dean actually felt bad for this woman. Not bad enough, however, to slip the gun from her slack hands and leave her standing in the middle of the room, shedding tears for her lost boy. The brothers slipped out of the room with guilt, locking the door tightly behind them.

"I'm not sure I want to know what happened," Dean said.

"Come on. There's nothing we can do for her. We have to find Lucy," Sam said. Dean agreed. The only problem was, they had no idea where to look.

It was so dark. She knew of the bad things that lurked in the shadows and she was terrified. Lucy was curled in a ball against a cold, cement wall. There was no light anywhere. She didn't even know if her eyes were open or closed. Tears ran down her smooth, young face and dripped onto her knees which were resting against her chin. Lucy wanted her brothers. They were the only people that could always make things better. She didn't even have Little Dean.

Then, there were whispers in the darkness. Lucy felt a cold breeze against her cheek. She couldn't understand what the voices were saying. The breeze came stronger and she was freezing. She pulled into herself tighter to warm herself. "Dean," she cried softly. "I'm scared." She sat and rocked herself, waiting for something to happen.