Chapter Six-
When Jim pulled up to the newest squat for the Winchesters, he shook his head. He loved John but he did leave his boys in questionable places. He opened the door to the home and stopped dead. Sam's duffle was on the bed, the bed made, untouched and everything covered in dust from the dirt blowing in the open window, money was stacked on the table. Sam hadn't been in here for a while. Jim dashed out the door and immediately began running through the streets.
He tried to describe Sam to the people he met on the street but no one had seen him. Jim was quickly swirling into a panic when he saw the security cameras around the city. He could look for Sam that way. With a furrow of his brow the man went to speak with the city security.
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Jim was sitting before a computer, scrolling through the streets till he came across the home John was using. He easily found the time and date as well, and watched the Impala pull away from the home. Not even ten minutes later, Sam emerged. Jim scrolled through the screens, trying to keep up with the boy on the screen. Then his heart dropped. Sam had stopped and was surrounded by boys much bigger than him. What took place next had Jim choking back vomit. The boys were beating Sam. Tearing his clothes away then defiling the boy in ways that had the Pastor cursing like Bobby Singer. His hands began to shake and a sob built in his chest. But was quickly replaced by a sigh as a girl scared them off. She dashed over to Sam and carefully dragged him to a car parked on the road. Jim quickly jotted down the blurry license plate number before springing to his feet. He needed back up on this… he couldn't do this alone. So he went to the next payphone he saw and made some calls.
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Bobby and Caleb were heading Sam's way. Jim had called and the hunters had flown into a fury, anger pulsed like a heartbeat. Sam could be dead for all they knew. And they were ready for anything. At least that's what they thought… Caleb lifted his Satellite phone up and dialed John Winchesters number. His lips trembling.
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John and Dean were hot. Tonto Forest was very hot. The cacti and other prickly plants were a menace to the hunters. Thin trees littered the area around the lakes and mountains. The full moon was a week away and they were ready for the beasts. The men were taking this time to train. Weapons training and physical training. Dean hated running but he would never complain to his father's face. That was Sam's job. Speaking of Sam… Dean was sure the little shit was bored, sulking and hot. But Dean didn't care. He was tired, sweaty and very hot. The tent snapped softly in the wind and the two men had just sat down for a drink when the Satellite phone began to beep. John sighed low as he answered the phone, sitting next to Dean so Dean could listen in.
"John? It's Caleb." Caleb's voice shook some as he spoke.
"Yeah… Caleb what's up?" John tilted his head, his brow furrowed.
"You gotta get back, John. Something real bad happened to Sammy." And with those words, John and Dean stared at each other, horrified.
"What happened?" John snarled, putting the phone on speaker as he began to pack in a rush.
"He got jumped. Beaten and… well he was raped John." Dean sobbed and collapsed. His knees going out from under him. " Jim got worried and headed down as soon as he realized something was up. Sam's been missing since. Jim said he watched a lady take Sam after it happened. Surveillance footage… but Sam never went to the hospital…" Caleb trailed off, surprised at how shaken he was over all this.
"Give us an hour… we will be there." John glared around the clearing before shouting in rage. Dean felt sick. The two men rushed to the Impala and began the speeding race to find Sammy.