Chapter 2

Consciousness came slowly to Sam and he moaned softly as he rolled his head and winced in pain. He raised his hand and found a tender spot on the side of his head but luckily no blood. He worked on getting his eyes opened and focused, trying to remember what had happened. There had been a huge fight between him, and his Dad and he left heading for the bus station. He was sure he had bought a ticket, but then things went fuzzy after that. One thing was sure, he didn't make his bus.

He slowly raised his head from the pillow and tried to see where he was. The room was dark except for a night light mounted on the wall across the room that barely gave off any light. There were no windows and only one door in and out. The walls seemed to be made of cinder block and painted a dull tan color from what he could see. He was laying on a cot with a thin mattress and there didn't seem to be anything else in the room except for a commode/sink combo sitting in the corner. It looked like what prisons had in the cells for the inmates. This room looked exactly like a cell but with no bars. He sat up and heard a rattle at his feet. Upon further inspection, Sam found a chain locked around his ankle and it ended in a hook that was attached to the wall. He gave it a tug to find it secure and wouldn't be easy to remove without proper tools.

He moved to the sink and turned the water on, letting it run for a moment before cupping his hand and catching some to drink. His mouth was dry and felt like it was full of cotton and wondered if he had been drugged. The water tasted off, sort of chemically, but he grimaced and swallowed it anyway. He guessed it was better than nothing.

Sam let his eyes roam the room again and got up to see he could reach the commode/sink but not the door. He had no inkling where he was, how long he had been out, who had taken him or their agenda for him. He rubbed his temples since his head was still pounding from being struck and decided to lay back down since he couldn't do anything else right now. He was going to have to wait for someone to come to him. Sam was pissed that they even took his watch from him, so he didn't know the time and without windows, if it was night or day.

His mind drifted back to the fight and the hurtful, cruel, upsetting words his father yelled at him. He fingered his cheek where he had been slapped and couldn't stop the tears that wet his eyes as he threw an arm over his face and tried to stem his emotions. Now was not the time to fall apart. He was going to have to keep a level head and look at his situation in a logical way if he was going to get out of this.

What was worse, was neither John nor Dean would know he had been taken. They would think he was on his way to Stanford and not be the wiser. He didn't know how long it would be before they even noticed he didn't make it to college. That is, if they would. Sam didn't think either would have been paying him a visit any time soon. He was going to have to rely on his wits and knowledge to get himself out of this mess. Sam tried to relax in hopes his head would stop hurting and he could maybe catch a nap. His body was telling him it needed some rest and he wanted to be at the top of his game when whoever took him came back.

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Harsh, florescent lights came on overhead and blinded Sam as he jerked awake and sat up in bed. He looked toward the door when it rattled and was opened by a large, stern looking man dressed in a suit. He seemed out of place in this boring, lackluster, dismal cell. He stepped far enough into the room and toward Sam to sit a tray on the floor near the bed. He turned on his heels and left without saying a word to him or even looking at him.

"Hey, where am I?" Sam called to him, trying to get his attention, but he was gone before he could say more.

After the door closed and he heard it being locked, Sam moved to pick the tray up and found two bottles of water, apples, yogurt, and granola bars. He sat down on the bed and opened a cold water, guzzling down half the bottle to quench his thirst before stopping. The coolness and taste were much better than the water from the faucet. He studied the food carefully to see if it had been tampered with before picking up the yogurt and a plastic spoon. He tore the lid off and spooned out some to eat. Now that the lights were on, Sam looked around the room again to see if he spotted anything that could be useful to him. Nothing stood out and he sighed to himself. He also searched for any cameras but couldn't spot any or they were very well hidden from the naked eye.

After eating his yogurt and sipping a little more water, Sam got up and moved to the length of the chain and walked along the wall, letting his hand trail over the cold cinder blocks searching for any flaw. He couldn't reach the door with the chain on his ankle and didn't bother trying. He knew pulling on the chain would just injure his ankle and he didn't want that.

Sam put back an apple and granola bar in case he didn't get anything else to eat. He went to the commode and relieved himself before washing his face and hands and drying them. He grumbled when he almost tripped over the chain coming off his ankle and went back to the bed to sit back down. He was already bored after only this short time and wished the kidnappers would show themselves so he would know what was going on. Sam had been rolling things around in his head trying to work out who would take him and why. He questioned if his kidnappers were human or supernatural and tried to devise a way to find out.

Nothing made sense to Sam. He couldn't think of anyone who would have a grudge against him to want to do this. His mind turned to his father and wondered if John had pissed someone off and they were getting their revenge by taking him. He didn't think Dean would have done anything bad enough to warrant this so Sam was back to square one with suspects.

After positioning the uncomfortable pillow against the wall, Sam settled down on the cot to wait, since there was nothing else he could do. He opened a granola bar and slowly munched on it and sipped the remainder of the water from the bottle he had opened earlier. There was no trash can in the room, so he dropped his trash on the tray and pushed it toward the door. He didn't feel like making the place into a dump since he didn't know how long he was going to be there.

Minutes ticked into hours as Sam got up and walked as far as the chain would let him. He paced back and forth for a while, counting the steps for something to do before sitting back down on the bed. He had fiddled with the chain around his ankle, tried taking off his boot and sock and pulling his jeans leg up but that only allowed the chain to rub his skin around his ankle, so he worked the jeans back between it and his skin and put back on his sock. He didn't want to rub it raw or get it infected. He had pulled off his other boot to be more comfort and stretched out on the bed with his hands behind his head. Sam tried to estimate the time in his head as it passed slowly around him.

Noise at the door had him sitting up and staring at it as it was opened again, and the same man stepped in. He had another tray and sat it on the floor and removed the other.

"Why am I here?" Sam asked. "What do you want with me?"

The man paid no attention to him or his questions as he went back out and locked the door behind him. Sam huffed in anger that he was being ignored and went to pick up the new tray. He caught a whiff of the food and his stomach growled in protest at not being fed. He found a large sub, a small container of potato salad and a bottle of tea on the tray.

Not thinking about the food being drugged, Sam quickly unwrapped the sandwich and took a large bite enjoying the taste of it. He was being fed, so it seemed they wanted to keep him alive. He guessed that was a good thing for now at least. Sam continued to eat the sub even though it had more mayo than he really liked and tasted the potato salad deciding it was eatable. At this point he couldn't be picky about what was given to him to eat. He needed to keep his strength up so he could try and escape.

Sam had finished eating and was washing up when the lights went out, he guessed signaling it was time to sleep. He moved back to the cot and adjusted the chain before laying down hoping tomorrow would bring him some answers. It was hard to get to sleep but when he did, his mind was filled with dreams of the fight he'd had with his Dad and leaving not only him but his brother.

Something evil lured just on the outskirts of his vision as he walked toward the lights of the bus station. He tried to run but the shadows jumped out at him and drug him down. Sam cried out in his sleep and sat up panting from the nightmare. He looked around the room and saw his nightmare had not ended with him waking up. He settled back onto the cot and tried to will his mind to calm and to stop the racing thoughts running through it. There had to be a way for him to get free. He needed to be patient and bide his time and when he saw an opening, he needed to act fast and take it. With that in mind, he drifted back to sleep.

Time pasted; how much Sam didn't know but he had eaten all the food brought to him. He used one of the empty bottles to fill at the sink so he would at least have water to drink. The lights went on and off, but he didn't know if it was like every twelve hours or eight hours or if there was even any kind of schedule. His stomach growled with hunger and he tried to ignore it by drinking more water. He wondered if they forgot about him or if they were leaving him to die chained in this room all alone.

He looked hopefully to the door as it was opened, and the same serious looking man sat another tray down and took the other away. He never made eye contact with Sam or acknowledged him in anyway. He picked up the tray and found breakfast sandwiches, carton of milk, a banana and apple and three bottles of water. Sam's mouth watered as he unwrapped a sandwich and got a whiff of it. This was not what he would usually have for breakfast, but he wasn't going to complain. He sighed in contentment as he bit off a bite and chewed it slowly. He swallowed and took another, eating faster until it was gone. He felt his stomach clench for a moment as the food settled.

After finishing one sandwich, he drunk part of the milk and waited to be sure the food was going to stay down before opening the second one and eating it slower this time. Sam finished the milk and sat back, burping loudly, but he didn't care. He was just glad to have gotten some food and hoped maybe it would come more often now. He saved what was left for later and took a seat back on the cot and stared at the wall in front of him. He had counted the blocks along the wall a dozen times now and it was starting to get boring. He tried to use his mind to make the time pass faster, going over hunts, plans, books he had read, anything to keep from going crazy.

A/N: Sam is at a lost to why he was kidnapped. Nothing makes sense to him and he wasn't learning anything from the goon who brought the food. Things will be explained soon. Thank you for following, favoring and reviewing. I do like to know your thoughts, please review. NC