A/N: Sorry it took so long and this was so short. Had another issue with my computer but its back up. Enjoy

S2 ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE PART 1

She turned the page in her latest Anita Blake novel, enjoying the book more than her current surroundings in the back of the Impala as they parked in front of a diner to get lunch. She sighed. She'd rather have Anita's life. At least she had ten guys she was sleeping with instead of none and at least her company was charming.

"Hey, don't forget the extra onions this time, huh?" Dean said.

"If you get extra onions then you're sleeping with Sammy tonight," she reminded him.

"Dude, we're the one who have to ride in the car with your extra onions," Sam told him getting out of the car.

"Hey, see if they've got any pie." Dean reminded him.

Sam shook his head. "Bridget, anything?"

"Burger and fries. No onions," she turned the page, not looking him in the eye but at least she was technically talking to him. With a nod and his lips pressed in a firm line, he patted the car and walked into the diner. She glanced up from her book to see him talking to a waiter before going back to story.

"Least you're talking to him again," Dean sighed.

"Baby steps, Dean," she told him.

"You do realize I have to live with you both."

"You do realize he cheated on me and he's lucky he has no broken bones or concussions," she pointed out.

"Touche," he nodded.

The radio stopped playing AC/DC and static started coming from it. Dean reached over and turned the knob, pressing on a few buttons but nothing worked. Bridget glanced up from her book with a frown until suddenly it turned off.

"Weird," she muttered. She was about to go back to her book when she noticed the diner. There was no Sam and no waiter but there was a red substance smeared across the glass door. The book fell from her hands and she was already scrambling out of the car calling Dean's name. "Dean!"

He had noticed too and both were running towards the diner. She burst through the door, gun in hand and gasped. There was a large puddle of blood at her feet and one customer lay in a pool of blood in a booth, their throat slashed.

"Oh God…Sam!" she shouted.

"Bridget," Dean said quietly. She turned around and saw the white substance on his had along with all around the door. "Sulfur…"

They ran back outside looking around the empty streets.

"Sam!" she yelled running her fingers through her hair as she looked around.

"SAM!" Dean yelled after her just as panicked. "Where did they take him?"

"I don't know…" she bit her lip. "But we'll find out. Come on," she jumped into the front seat as Dean got into the driver's seat. She called the only person who could help them.

Bobby met them down the highway fifteen minutes later and brought the map she had asked for. The three stood there with it spread over the Impala, trying to figure out where it could have taken Sam. But there wasn't a lot of choices, the map was virtually empty.

"This is it. All demonic signs and omens over the past month," Bobby said.

Dean shook his head. "There's nothing on it."

"Exactly," Bobby sighed.

"Well, come on, there's gotta be something. What about the normal, low-level stuff? You know, exorcisms, that kind of thing."

"That's what I'm telling you: there's nothing. It's completely quiet."

"How are we supposed to find Sam in complete quiet…they're never this quiet," Bridget said and couldn't help the shudder that ran down her spine even though it was warm out.

Bridget's phone rang and she answered, glad to hear from Ash. "What do you got, bro?"

"Okay, listen, it's a big negatory on Sam," he said from the other end.

Bridget hung her head rubbing her eyes with her free hand. "That's not what I want to hear, Ash."

"I did find something though, Bridge," he said.

"What is it?" she asked, hope coming back into her.

"I can't talk over the phone."

"Ash, we really don't have time for this," she all but growled.

"Not only does this almost definitely help you find your brother, this is…it's huge. So get here. Now," he said and hung up. Bridget slid her phone back into her pocket.

"I guess we're going to the Roadhouse. Come on," she said and got back into the Impala. Bobby followed behind them.

"We'll find him, Dean," she told him.

"How do you know that?" Dean asked. "We got no leads, no witness, nothing."

"Because I know we will," she told him.

"I wish I was as confident as you," he said with a shake of his head. "He's the only blood I got left, Bridge. I can't lose him too."

She reached over and took his hand. "Listen to me, we will get Sam back. This isn't the end."

He squeezed her hand feeling more relaxed with her there. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Being here."

She smiled softly. "There's no where else I'd rather be."

Three things happened at once. Dean squeezed her hand tighter, her necklace flared against her skin and he muttered. "What the hell?" Bridget looked up as the car came to a halt to see the Roadhouse. Her mouth fell open as she got out of the car staring in dismay. It was burnt to the ground.

"Oh my God," Bobby said next to her. She hadn't even heard him come to her side.

Bridget hurried through the rubble, starting at one end while Bobby and Dean took other ends.

"Any signs of Ellen?" Bobby asked.

"No, no Ash either," Dean said.

Bridget frowned as she saw Ash's watch and bent down to pick it up, but found it was still attached to his arm. She dropped the very burnt arm and put a hand to her mouth. "Oh God, Ash."

Dean was next to her, turning her away and she buried her face in his shoulder. She held back the tears and shook her head. "Dammit! What is going on, Dean?"

"I don't know," he said.

"Whatever he had to tell you, something didn't want you both to find out," Bobby said, looking down at the remains. "This is…"

Dean shook his head, "What the hell did Ash know? We've got no way of knowing where Ellen is. Or if she's even alive. We've got no clue what Ash was gonna tell us. Now, how the hell are we gonna find Sam?"

"We'll find Sam," Bridget repeated, turning away from the charred body.

Dean doubled over in pain suddenly, clutching his head, face scrunched up. "Dean!" Bridget shouted and touched his shoulder. "Dean…" he relaxed, blinking a few times in confusion. "What the hell just happened?"

"I don't know. A bad headache," Dean said trying to compose himself.

"You get headaches like that a lot?" Bobby asked.

"No, must be stress," Dean said with a frown. "Could have sworn I saw something."

It was Bridget's turn to frown, "What do you mean? Like a vision? Like what Sam gets?"

"What?"

"I'm just saying this could be what we're looking for," she said to him.

"I'm not psychic," Dean shook his head and suddenly grimaced in pain falling to his knees. Bridget was quick to grab his shoulders and hit the dirt with him as the headache split through him. This time he was sure of the images. The headache subsided and he could hear Bridget saying his name, feel her hands on his shoulders.

"Dean? Dean, what was it? You ok?"

He nodded, gasping. "Yeah.. I think so. I saw Sam. I saw him."

"It was a vision," Bobby said.

"Yeah," he said as Bridget helped him stand, one hand still on his head. "I don't know how, but... but yeah. That was about as fun as getting kicked in the jewels."

"What else did you see?" Bridget asked as he leaned against the hood. Her hand stayed on his shoulder.

He rubbed his eyes. "There was a bell."

"What kind of bell?" Bobby asked.

He frowned. "Uhh.. Like a big-big uh, big bell. With uh.. some kind of engraving on it, I don't know."

"Engraving?"

"Yeah…"

"Was it a tree…like an oak tree?" Bridget asked suddenly.

Dean looked up at her. "Yeah. How'd you know?"

Bridget leaned into the car, pulling her sketch book out and turning to a drawing dated a week before. "Like this?"

Dean looked it over with a nod. "Exactly."

Bobby glanced over his shoulder at it. "I know where Sam is." That got both their attention.

"Where Bobby?" Bridget asked.

The Impala pulled to a stop in front of the Old Oak. The trail was blocked by fallen trees and no way to maneuver the car around it. With a deep sigh Dean shut off the car. "Looks like the rest of the way is by foot."

"Oh good traveling by foot in the dark where who knows what is lurking," Bridget snorted and got out of the back seat.

Dean handed Bridget a gun and Bobby loaded his own. "Let's go…"

The trail into town wasn't long but it seemed deserted to Bridget.

"Something's not right," Dean said as they walked.

"Dean," Bobby pointed ahead and they both saw Sam in a fight with a man in military uniform. Sam had the upper hand, crowbar raised above his head ready to strike.

"SAM!" Dean yelled to stop him as the three ran closer.

He stopped and turned, "Dean? Bridget?"

"We're here," she called out as the rain started and the thunder boomed in the night sky.

Bridget's necklace suddenly flared and grew hot against her. She gasped suddenly as she saw why. The man n the ground was getting up, knife in hand. Dean saw it as well.

"SAM! LOOK OUT!" Dean yelled running towards his brother.

Sam never saw it coming. A small look of confusion crossed the smile he had before a look of complete shock hit him as the knife plunged into his back.

"SAM!" Bridget screamed watching the knife into his back and twist, watching as Sam fell to his knees in shock and pain. "NO!"

She was running then, after Jake, past Sam where Dean stopped to catch his brother, running faster than Bobby to catch up with the other but he was too far ahead. She paused, taking aim with her gun and pulled the trigger. He staggered, clutching his shoulder but kept running. She couldn't catch up with him if she tried and she was needed elsewhere. She turned around, hurrying back to Sam, and froze when she saw Dean hugging Sam to him, tears in his eyes and the large blood stain on Sam's back. She fell to her knees in the mud, he was gone…Sam was gone, just like that.