A/N: Decided to give everyone one a treat for a Monday. Am I the only one who has to stop and think what day it is? They are all running together now and it's hard to tell one from the other. I hope this will get your blood pumping.

Chapter 21

It was dark and cold when Dean stepped out of the bar and headed for the Impala. He had left Sam at the motel to look for another possible case. The one they had checked out turned out not to be their thing, so they were free to search out another one. The lightening was bad, and he didn't see the shadow that moved toward him until it was too late. He started to turn when he was struck in the head and crumbled to the ground as the darkness claimed him. The figure quickly grabbed him under the arms and drug him to a car, putting him inside and tying his hands together. He drove off into the night thinking his plan was working out better than he expected. No one saw the altercation and the Impala sat silently in the dark waiting to be claimed.

Sam checked his watch again wondering where Dean was. He had gone to a bar not too far from the motel for a few beers, but Sam didn't feel like going and offered to stay behind to find another hunt. He knew if Dean got lucky, he would at least text him so he wouldn't worry. Sam grabbed his cell off the table and dialed his brother only to have it go to voicemail. He left a brief message but couldn't push away the uneasy feeling he had that something was wrong. Deciding he needed to go find Dean, Sam snagged his jacket and headed out to walk to the bar. He couldn't see wasting money on a cab and the exercise would do him good.

The parking lot was dark and most of the cars were gone by the time Sam got there. He spotted the Impala in the dim light and looked toward the front doors of the bar. He ambled toward them and pushed the doors open to step inside.

"Sorry man, we're closing up," the bartender called to him.

"I'm looking for my brother. He was in here earlier and his car's still in the parking lot," Sam told him. "He a little shorter than me, short, light brown hair, leather jacket."

"Sorry that could describe half the customers in here."

"He usually orders Jack and a beer?"

"Yeah, yeah, I think I remember him now. Quiet guy. He left a little before ten, I think. Yeah, I'm sure of it. I think he played a game of pool and took off after that."

"Did he leave with anyone?"

"Not that I remember, though several women did try but he didn't bite."

"Thanks," Sam told him going back outside. He headed to the Impala and pulled out a flashlight before walking slowly around it checking it out. Something flickered in the light and he bent down to pick up Dean's car keys that were under the driver's side of the car. Sam's concern shot out the roof and knew something had happened to him. He unlocked the Impala and drove it back to the motel, parking in front of their room. He pulled his cell out and called Bobby as he let himself back into the room.

"This better be a life or death situation," Bobby growled angrily. "Do you know what time it is?"

"I'm sorry to call so late Bobby, it's Sam. Something's happened to Dean. He went to a bar for a couple of drinks and he's disappeared," Sam rushed, panic in his voice. "I don't know how long he's been gone, but the bartender said he thought Dean left around ten. He never made it back to the motel. Something bad happened to him…"

"Whoa, slow down Sam. You sure he's missing and not gone off with some young thing?"

"I found his keys under the side of the car Bobby, like he dropped them if he was attacked."

"Where are you?"

"Northern Texas. I'm going to try and find him by astral projection. I'll call you back. You can't make it here in time to help, this is on me." Sam hung up and moved to the bed to lay down. He tried to calm his racing mind so he could focus and pull himself free. It took him ten minutes to calm down enough to finally step from his body. Sam focused on Dean and wait to be pulled toward him.

Sam suddenly found himself outside a rundown abandoned house and moved silently through the door. The inside was lit by camping lanterns casting the place in an eerie, yellowish glow. He saw his brother tied to a chair unconscious and watched as a black man stepped from the other room. By his looks, he was sure he was a hunter but couldn't understand why he would take his brother. Did he have some beef with their Dad or had Dean crossed paths with him? Sam stayed in the shadows out of sight, even thought he knew he couldn't be seen, and watched as Dean started coming to. He jerked on his bonds and stared around him until he saw the guy step toward him.

"Was wondering when you'd wake up. Thought I might have hit you too hard," the man offered, no concern in his voice for Dean's pain.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean growled blinking several times to clear his vision. His head ached from being knocked out and that put him in a foul mood.

"You probably don't know me, but I know all about you Dean, and your brother Sammy. You see, I caught me a demon not too long ago who was very talkative after a little persuasion. He told me about these special children that were supposed to fight with the demons when they broke out of hell. They were given these special powers to make them stronger so they could help take over the world. Funny thing was, he said that the one who was going to lead them was called Sam Winchester."

"Demons lie," Dean spat quickly knowing who had him now.

"Could be, but I think not in this case. He was pretty convincing after I spent some time with him. So, I tried to figure out how would I find Sam, and would you believe it, you walk into the bar that I'm having a drink at. All I had to do was wait for you to come out and now I have bait to lure your brother to me."

"You're Gordon Walker, aren't you?" Dean sneered as the name came back to him. "I've heard about you and not in a good way."

"I'm surprised since we don't really travel in the same circles," Walker said. He opened his bag and pulled out four hand grenades. "Once I get my traps set up, I'll have to give Sammy boy a quick text and photo to get him heading in this direction. He's going to be in for a big surprise when he tries to rescue you." He laughed loudly as Dean struggled to get free but wasn't making any progress.

"Sam's too smart to fall for your tricks asshole," Dean growled hoping he was right. He knew Sam would be missing him by now and hoped he used one of his powers to find him and see the traps.

"Now, now, I have nothing against you. I've heard you're a good hunter, but we can't have your brother working with demons against humanity." Walker took the grenades into the other room and set up his traps and came back to set out his weapons, so he'd be ready. "Smile big for the camera." He snapped a photo of Dean with his cell and found Sam's number to send it to him with instructions. "Now I'm not sure what I'll do with you once Sam is taken care of. You know I can't be looking over my shoulder all the time waiting for you to show up to revenge your brother's death. I may have to make this a twosome and be done with it. There are more of these special children out there that need to be stopped and I'm the man for the job."

"Go to hell you sonovabitch! Let me tell you this, you kill my brother and me and I will find a way to come back and hunt you down and make you pay. If you don't believe me, look into my eyes, you'll see I'm telling the truth. I will end you in the most painful way possible."

Sam flew back to his body and lay on the bed for a few minutes letting his mind and body sync up. He heard his cell chime that he had a message. He got up and retrieved it to find a photo of Dean and an address with a note giving him two hours to get there or he dies. He called Bobby and told him what he saw and that he was going to rescue Dean. Sam hung up and looked at his contacts for a moment before dialing another one.

"Dad, it's Sam. I don't know if you'll get this in time, but someone named Gordon Walker has taken Dean. I'm sure he's a hunter. He wants me and I have two hours to get to this address. If you're anywhere near I could use some backup. I'll do my best to save Dean; no matter what it takes." He hung up and got up to quickly gather their things to take to the Impala so he could leave. Before packing his laptop, he pulled up directions to the address so he could find the quickest route to where Walker had Dean held captive.

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John rolled over in bed and looked at his cell that was chiming he had a voicemail and wondered who would be calling him this late at night. He turned on the light and pulled up the voicemail to see it was from Sam. He quickly tapped play and listened to his son's frantic voice. John couldn't breathe for a moment as it hit him what he was saying. His sons were in trouble and he needed to get to them. He rolled from the bed and grabbed clothes to put on before stuffing his things into his duffle.

His mind was racing as he listened to it again to get the location and was shocked to find he was only a couple of hours away. He tried calling Sam but didn't get an answer and hurried from the motel room. He threw his bags in the truck and gunned the engine as he screeched from the parking lot to the main road. John clenched the steering tightly and wished he had taken Walker out when he had the chance. If he had, his sons wouldn't be fighting for their lives right now. He pressed harder on the gas once he was on the main road and prayed he could get there in time to save them. Isolating himself from his boys now seemed like a petty thing and if they made it out of this, he was going to remedy that. He needed his sons and they needed a father.

His thoughts lingered on his youngest and John was going to make it right with him. Bobby had been right, he was a stubborn dumbass for not going to him and finding out what had happened and how he was changed. He had such tunnel vision that he couldn't see what he was losing pushing them away.

Hundreds of miles away, Sam was driving toward the same destination, but from a different direction. He was wound so tight he thought he was going to fly to pieces. All he could think about was seeing Dean tied to the chair and Gordon Walker threatening him because he wanted Sam. All this was happening because of him and what the demons did to him. He couldn't let Dean die even if it meant sacrificing himself to save him.

He pushed the Impala to its limit and past it, sensing she could take it. It was like Dean's Baby knew he was in trouble and she needed to get to him. There wasn't much traffic this time of night to deal with, so Sam was making good time. He planned on finding a place to leave the Impala and go in on foot so this Walker dude wouldn't hear him coming. He would hike in and try to take him by surprise, being sure to stay away from his booby traps. Sam forced his fingers to unclench on the steering wheel and flexed them, trying to work the stiffness from them. He glanced at the gas gauge and knew he would need to stop for gas before long. That would give him time calm himself and prepare for the fight.

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Sam pulled from the main road onto an exit advertising gas and pulled into a twenty-four station. He filled up and went inside to use the restroom and grab a soda and granola bar, hoping the sugar would give him an extra boost. He was ahead of schedule and would be getting to the abandoned house with twenty minutes to spare. He hoped being early would let him sneak up on Walker and free Dean.

A/N: Dean's in trouble and Sam has called for help to save him. Will he be able to get Dean out in one piece? Will John get there to help? Thank you for joining me on this ride. Thank you to any guests who have left reviews that I can't personally thank. Reviews would be great. NC