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Dick Roman was sitting smug in the oval office. His suit was clean and pressed, his hair was perfection, and he was even wearing makeup. He was always ready to try and fool the public. Getting into office was a success, now he had to make allies with just the right people, and before the world knew it, he would become dictator. He knew it would take time, but he certainly had enough of it. And now that he was secure in the white house surrounded by leviathans who will kill at a moment's notice, he had a few loose ends to take care of. He reached over, and pressed a button on his desk.

"Hey Gloria."

"Yes Mister Roman."

"What's on the agenda for the rest of the day?"

"You have a press conference in an hour…"

"That's all I really needed to know. Thank-you."

Roman ended the conversation abruptly. He stood up, straightened out his suit, and held his head up high. He started walking out of the office, when Sam's tormentor walked in.

"Ahhh. I was just going to pay our favorite hostage a visit. How is he doing?"

"As to be expected. Where do we go from here?"

Roman smiled.

"I was thinking of killing him myself, and sending him to his brother piece by piece. I doubt Dean will try anything as long as I still have him, but now that I've secured myself in the white house, I am practically untouchable."

Just as he finished that statement, a loud explosion was heard, and the whole oval office shook, making pieces of it come loose and fall. Roman looked around and became distraught.

"What the hell was that?!" Roman yelled. He ran to the window and looked out. He wasn't expecting an attack, and he certainly wasn't expecting to see people dressed in head-to-toe black running into the white house. He scowled, and turned back towards his partner in crime, who was also looking around.

"Sir? Terrorist attack?"

"Something deep deep down is telling me that Dean enrolled a bunch of hunters and decided to attack. DAMN IT!" Roman tried to straighten up and compose himself as more explosions were heard and felt. "Just in case it is Dean, go back and grab Sam, make a run for it, and meet me in the parking garage!"

"Sir I think we should just get you out of here!"

"NO! I have secret tunnels. I need you to grab Sam, just in case they catch up with us. We can use him. GO NOW!"

The leviathan made a mad dash towards the direction he just came from.

Roman looked out the window one last time, before running towards a bookcase, that opened up and led into a long hallway. He closed the bookcase behind him, and ran as fast as he could threw the secret tunnel.

*~SPN*~

Sam was thinking of a way of getting out of the chains, when he felt his entire room shake. It felt like an earthquake, but he could tell it came more from a close bomb then moving tectonic plates. Terrorist attack was the very first thing to come to his mind. They would either find him and kill him on the spot, or find him, and figure he was just an unfortunate soul and let his loose. 'Yeah fat chance,' he thought. Then Dean came to his mind. It was very possible this was his brother blowing shit up as an aggressive last attempt to save him and kill Roman! Sam was very much hoping it was the latter.

Parts of the plaster on his room were falling down, and the wall with his chain attached had a crack in it! He thought he could use that to his advantage, and maybe try to make the crack bigger, and get the hook out!

As he was banging on the wall trying to make the crack bigger, his door flew open, and there stood his bodyguard. He froze where he was, and looked at his captor, and just looking at the leviathans face told him all he needed to know.

"What's wrong? You look scared. Dean's here isn't he?"

A smile crept on Sam's face. Only his brother could put that look of pure fear on an enemy's face. Before Sam could make a move, the leviathan was running towards him. Sam wished he could dodge the attack, but the chain was still attached around his neck, making him not able to move out of the way.

It didn't take much for him to reach Sam, brake the chain between his neck and the wall, grab the chain still attached to Sam's neck, and start to drag him out of the room as if he was a dog on a leash.

Sam put his hands between the chain around his neck and his actual neck, trying to get some relief from the pressure of the leviathan dragging him out of the room.

~*SPN*~

Dean made his way into the white house. It certainly wasn't an easy task. They were able to surprise attack a lot of unsuspecting leviathans, which made getting in easier than Dean suspected. But he knew for a fact, that once they made their presence known, that Roman was going to run, and hopefully he wouldn't bring Sammy with him. He was really hoping to grab his brother, and together kill that bastard Roman.

Once all the hunters physically got into the white house, Dean motioned to his comrades to continue on with their mission of finding leviathans, and killing them, at all costs. He himself wanted to kill Roman after he found his brother, but it was understood that if the opportunity came along to kill him, that they were to go ahead and do it. Dean's number one priority, was to find his brother. No matter what. So Dean left the other hunters, and traveled his way carefully and swiftly down the various hallways, to the direction of the room his brother was being kept in.

~*SPN*~

Sam was struggling against the chain, even though he knew it would do him no good. Both the chain and the leviathan were stronger than he was, but if he could stall him enough for Dean to get to him, maybe combined they could take him down. It's been months since he's seen his brother, and he'll be damned if he's this close and gets taken again. Not without a fight.

Suddenly, Sam took the leviathan by surprise, and kicked at the bastard's knee cap in an attempt to take him down, or at least make him let go of the chain. To Sam's surprise, it worked! Loosing balance, he let go of Sam's chain and went crashing into a wall. Sam took the opportunity to make a run for it, so that's exactly what he did. He took off as fast as he could down the corridors, hoping to run into his brother, and not get caught up in any of the explosions happening.

~*SPN*~

Dean knew exactly where he was going. He only encountered 3 leviathans on his way to where Sam was being held, but he easily took their heads off with his machete he kept steady in his hand.

He had just turned down a corridor, and stopped when he saw a figure further down the opposite end running towards him. It only took his a second to recognize the figure as Sam! He was a little worse for wear, but sure enough, it was his brother.

"SAM!"

Sam stopped running just for a second when he heard his brother yell his name, and his breath caught in his throat upon actually seeing Dean so close.

Stopping for that split second was Sam's downfall, because it let his leviathan captor catch up to him. Before Sam or Dean could do anything about it, the leviathan crashed his entire body weight into Sam's, making him hit a wall.

Dean went from ecstatic to mortified upon watching that bastard ram into his brother.

"NOOO!"

Dean was running faster than he ever has in his life. He saw his brother go right into the wall, and get knocked unconscious. The leviathan then picked him up, and threw him over his shoulder as if he weighed nothing at all!

Dean ran fast, not wanting to lose that monster that just took his brother. He was damn close! He couldn't lose him now!

He chased him and his unconscious sibling. He was aware of the screams and explosions going on around him, but he had one person on his mind, and he would be dammed if he would fail Sam again.

Dean followed them down corridors, and down several flights of stairs. If Dean remembered correctly, they were heading right towards the parking garage. If he allowed that monster in a getaway car with his brother in tow, he might never see him again.

*~SPN~*

The leviathan couldn't believe Dean's speed and determination. All he had to down as get to the parking garage, and get them in the waiting bullet proof vehicle waiting for them. Once they were away with President Roman in tow, they could re build the dream of dictatorship, and this time Dean would never find them. He would sometimes wonder what would be a worse fate. Dean knowing where his brother is and not being able to help him, or Sam just dead and he did know where he was. Either way was torture, and that's what kept Dean in line until now. So having Sam with them for their journey for just a little bit longer was necessary in their plan.

He ran through an 'Exit' door leading to the parking garage. He looked around, and heard the bullet-proof car squeal around the corner, heading his way. He hitched a still un-conscience Sam higher over his shoulder, and waited until the car came to a full stop.

Once the back door opened, Sam was roughly thrown in, followed closely by the leviathan. Roman was already inside, in the back with them.

"GO GO NOW NOW!" Roman ordered the driver. The bullet-proof car took off at full speed.

~*SPN*~

Dean came to the parking garage just to see the bullet-proof car take off. He tried to take chase, but he was no match to outrun a car. He stopped running, put his hands on his knees, and tried to catch his breath. At first glance he was going to break into a car, hotwire it, and find Sam's trail. But he didn't need to. He heard the familiar rumble of his engine right behind him. He turned to see his car come up right beside him.

"Bobby?!"

"Get in the car you damn idjit! We have to catch up to 'em!"

Dean didn't need to be told twice. He hastily got into the passenger seat of his beloved impala. While Bobby took off at full speed towards Sam, Dean went into the glove box, made sure his guns and the extra ones were loaded, and had a plan forming in his head.