Warnings: Some angry Dean mainly, and some language probably

Ten Years Later

They searched and searched. No stone went unturned, no state left unsearched. Other hunters joined their hunt, especially the ones who had taken to the two-year-old. But they had found nothing. It was like Sam had just disappeared off the face of the planet. Dean had dropped out of school so he could dedicate more time to looking for his lost little brother. John had even gave him the Impala early and had got himself a truck so that they could cover more ground.

Dean's eyes were starting to burn from driving for so long without sleep. He needed to sleep, but he hadn't slept well in the past ten years. On more than one occasion, John had slipped Benadryl into his food in order for him to sleep for more than two hours. He was going to get himself killed before they even found Sam.

"Dean, pull over." John said into the CB that he had in his truck. They had installed one in the Impala too, because even when there was no radio signal or they couldn't reach their phones, the CB was always right there.

"Dad, I'm fine." Dean answered.

"We are stopping in this motel up here." John said. "End of story." Dean sighed. He wanted to look for his brother. For the past ten years, he woke up every morning hoping that his dad's panic was a figment of his imagination, that Sam was right there the whole time and John just hadn't seen him right away. Or that he was playing hide-and-seek. That's all.

"Dad…" Dean grumbled.

"Dean." John said. Dean sighed and pulled into the parking lot of the motel but didn't get out of the car. He was secretly praying that there was no room, but he knew from lack of cars in the parking lot that wasn't the case. John waited for Dean to get out of the car, but realizing he wasn't, he sighed and headed in.

There was an older woman sitting behind the counter. She wasn't paying attention to the door though. Instead, she was focusing on the soap opera on her TV. John cleared his throat.

"I'd like a room." John said.

"Yeah, I got those." She smarted off. She turned to look at him. She could see Dean in his car, right outside the glass door. "Two queens or a king?" She asked. John sighed.

"Two queens." She slid him the book to sign in and took the money. Normally, he just paid for a night and that was it. But ever since they had drove into this little town, John had felt something was off. So he paid for a whole week. John climbed into his truck and drove around to their room, Dean following behind them. They unloaded and headed inside, setting up the salt lines and sigils.

"Dad, where are we?" Dean asked a while later, when John was browsing the phonebook for places to eat.

"What do you mean?" John asked. Dean had a mad spread out in front of him.

"I know we're in Indiana, but this town, it's not even on the map!" Dean said. "And it's not exactly a little place."

"Hawkins isn't on there?" John asked, looking over Dean's shoulder. "Huh? Weird."

"Something just doesn't feel right about this place." Dean said.

"Well, maybe it's a sign." John said, walking away from his son. Dean looked up at him.

"A sign? A sign for what?" Dean asked. John pinched his nose. He knew this was always coming, he just kept hoping that they found him first.

"Maybe it's a sign we need to stop looking for Sammy and start hunting monsters again." John said. Dean was on him in no time, pushing him up against the wall with a growl.

"We are not giving up on him!" Dean snapped. "He's still out there somewhere! See this?" He held up the amulet he wore around his neck. The fist, and only, Christmas present he ever got from his brother and he wore it with pride every day. "This is my hope that my brother is still out there! And he needs me!" Dean let go of John and backed away.

"Dean, I miss him to. And I blame myself every day that I wasn't watching him, but we've been looking for ten years. Bobby, Caleb, Pastor Jim, and others have been looking. He's nowhere to be found." Dean tensed up.

"I think you should get out of my sight right now." Dean hissed. John grabbed his jacket and left the room without a fight. He knew better than to poke at Dean when he was like this. As soon as the motel door had shut, Dean started swinging, leaving a hole in the drywall.

John headed into town, looking for some food. He hated to give up hope that Sam was alive out there, waiting for them, but he knew that it was a long shot. It had been ten years since his little boy was taken. All the stats showed that, more than likely, Sam had probably been dumped someplace not long after…

As John stood in line at the diner to place his to go order, he glanced over at a stack of newspapers. The story was about the decommissioning of a lab that was known for kidnapping children and almost destroying the town…

John didn't even wait for his food. He grabbed the newspaper and drove as fast as he could back to the motel.

Silence. That's what greeted him as he woke up in his little cot with the thin sheets and the teddy bear he had received one year. It was cold and it was quiet. Normally, he could hear people outside the steel door that locked every night. Carefully, he got to his feet, wearing just the thin gown that he wore all the time. He gently pushed opened the door.

"Mama?" He called out, looking around. "Mama?" He walked down the hallway. The lights were still on. No one was there though. "Mama!" But no one answered him. He made his way to the double doors that led to the part of the building he was never supposed to go. The part where the outside could see him and take him away. They swung open then and a person in a hazmat suit walked towards him.

"Kid, what are you doing out of your room?" The person asked. He screamed and the man covered his ears. The boy took off running then, through the double doors. "Shit. He's escaping! Someone stop him!" The man said, but it was too late. His walkie talkie wasn't working and the kid, well, he was gone.