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Sam knew the drill. He was made sure he was on T.V for all to see, mostly for Dean to see.

It's been five months since he's been captured from the motel room they were staying at. Dean had gone to the bar that night. It was maybe 1 a.m when three leviathans barged in threw the cheap wood door, waking Sam instantly. They were just going to kill them both brothers on the spot, but seeing Sam and then an empty made bed, they were going to take Sam and use his as bait for Dean, and just kill them both that way. Once Sam was brought to Dick Roman, the man had other ideas. He was running for President of the United States and did not want to be interrupted, which he knew was going to happen with Sam and Dean out there. He came up with the decision to threaten to kill Sam if Dean came anywhere near him. Dean then had no option but to obey. Sure at that moment he was not at the White House, but he was still in the running for Presidency at a secured location. Right away guilt was eating away at Dean's very soul.

It was a normal night when Dean decided to go to the bar. Sam and himself didn't get into a fight, but they weren't exactly getting along one-hundred percent either. It was neutral brother stuff, but the last thing Dean ever wanted for Sam to be in the hands of that monster, and he just didn't have enough man power for an attack. Both Crowley and Castiel were dealing with their own issues concerning heaven and hell, and now he had let the same monster who had killed a lot of people, abduct his little brother. He vowed he was going to get Sam back no matter what the cost. He was not losing the most important family member he was given.

Sam hated the whole thing. Right after the debate was over, his 'body guard' would make a hasty exit with him threw one of the many corridors. They took a million turns before finally coming to the exit to the waiting bullet proof car they were to get into.

Once Sam was out of the public eye he was always thrown into the car, or a wall depending on the day. Right now he was being thrown into the black car while his guard had a strong hand on his arm the whole time. Once in the car a set of handcuffs were taken out of the guard's pocket and put on Sam right away, all the while his body guard sneering at him and smirking.

He was a huge Leviathan, and Sam was positive he was going to be eaten in his sleep. He hadn't slept properly in a very long time. So far it seemed he wasn't going to be eaten, just thrown around a lot by a Godzilla wanna-be.

The cuffs went tight around Sam's wrists and he winced.

"Ah, not so tight." Sam hissed threw his teeth.

"Stop squirming and they won't hurt as much runt." The Leviathan had a too deep voice that sounded unnatural.

Being called a runt in his youth would have been correct. But to do it now with his six foot four height, was somewhat intimidating.

Sam struggled against his hold a lot, and if this guy thought he was going to do anything but, then he was in for one hell of a surprise. He fought against his captives every single day since day one. He was not one to make these situations easy for his captors by any means, unfortunately his captors were way stronger than he was, and they were supernatural monsters after all. He didn't stand a chance against them without the handcuffs, let alone with. But now? Right now he knew better than to try to run or smart mouth. It always got him hurt.

At first they would hit him, then that went to beatings until he passed out. He always woke up in the room he was kept hostage in, in a lot of pain, and a thick metal shackle attached to his ankle. He would lie on the floor nursing his wounds, secretly wishing for his big brother to barge in through that door and take him away from this whole mess. He wished for it every day, and hoped Dean hadn't been caught in the trap and killed already, but he was sure if Dean had been killed, Dick would be gloating every chance he got. So far no gloating, which hopefully meant no dead Dean.

The car started up and once again Sam was being taken away from another sound stage. He knew Dean would be watching the t.v looking for him, so he tried to keep on his game face, even though he was scarred inside. On one hand he wanted Dean to come in on a daring rescue mission guns blazing, on another hand he wanted Dean as far away as humanly possible so he didn't get hurt.

He knew his brother. Sam knew Dean wasn't going to just stand idly by for much longer. It's been five months since they've seen each other last, and Dean wasn't exactly the patient type. He would be coming up with a plan and Sam would help out any way he could. This was going to get tricky the further along the campaign. It was almost time to elect a new president, and It looked like Dick was winning. Soon he would be in the white house, and around even more security personnel than he is now.

The car hit a pot hole making Sam snap out of his thoughts and back into reality. He heard the Leviathan sneer at him. He turned his head towards the big guy, and couldn't help but swallow a lump that was in his throat. He's seen what these creatures can do, so for now? For now he would just have to deal with his current situation, and hope for a rescue mission.

*omg never meant to go almost a month without updating! Fellow writters know how life gets busy and hectic. So sorry! Also my 1 year old likes to run away with my computer mouse...I have been looking for it the whole month and just found it last night. kids! LOL. Thanks for the reviews! Much appriciated!*