After talking with Marcus on the phone, Crowley sent a few of his henchmen to see what was going on. He wanted to make sure that Sam was being targeted; he didn't want to let Dean know on a hunch. He had seen Dean's fury with the First Blade for himself, seeing all the hate towards Abbadon and Crowley did not want to piss the elder Winchester off. He didn't need Dean come after him thinking Crowley was stabbing him in the back. The King of Hell has seen first-hand how protective Dean was of Sam and knew that the older brother would do anything to keep his little brother safe.

As he waited for his henchmen to return Crowley let himself have a little pleasure, calling his favorite minion to his chambers he would satisfied his needs first. She never disappointed him for the pleasures he seeks, always keeping their lovemaking exciting and rough. After they had their rough sex he wanted more from her, applying to his wishes she was about to give him what he ask for, what stop her was a knock on his door. Letting out an annoyed sigh telling her know to hold that thought, Crowley put his clothes back on and walked out the door.

Walking to his throne room was his henchmen were waiting to report their findings, sitting down on his throne, he motion them to come closer. He could tell by their posture that what they found out wasn't good.

"So are you going to tell me what you found out, or are you going to stand there and look like morons?"

"To start off with Your Majesty what Marcus said is true, Silco does have other Demons searching for Sam Winchester."

"So there is a Moose hunt going on then, that twit Marcus was telling the truth. Silco doesn't know what he is doing, never listens to anything that I say or that bitch. He was supposed to leave the Winchesters alone until I got what I wanted, now he's going to start a war with my prize."

"How am I going to get Dean on my side now with that moron hunting Moose? Squirrel is going to be hunting all of us 'cause of that idiot. Take as many Demons you need to stop Silco from killing Moose, I don't care how you do it they are not to harm him."

"So you want us to protect a Winchester from being killed by Demons? I thought you wanted the brothers dead, Your Majesty."

"I don't want both brothers dead you idiot, until I get Dean on my side, then after that I don't care what you do to Moose. Now go and get the Demons ready to battle Silco, just make sure he's not dead by the end and bring him to me."

"As you wish my Lord."

Crowley watched his henchmen leave the room to gather their army, wondering how in Hell some of his Demons could be such idiots. He can't let Dean in on his plan until he's ready for him, if any of the Demons got into a fight with him right now they would ruin it for him. Knowing now that Dean killed the Knight of Hell, he will be graving for blood when he has the Blade. He could see the change in the older Winchester after he killed Abaddon, with the shakes in his hands, the desire to feed the fire in him. The more he killed the stronger he gets with power of blood lust, he won't be able to stop himself once he gets started.

He needs to get Dean on his side before the Blade and Mark take over the hunter, once when that happens he will loose Dean and his plans for him. Getting up from his chair he headed back to his chamber and his minion, the only thing that stopped him was his scribe and right hand man.

"My Lord, are you not going to let Dean know that his brother is being hunted by Demons?"

"I will let Dean know in my own good time, right now I am going thinking of my own pleasures and needs."

With that The King of Hell returned to his chamber and his minion for pleasure and fun.

~~~SPN~~~

Days after Crowley sent his henchmen out to hunt the Demons who wre after Sam, he had his fill of how own pleasures and needs. Knowing it's time to call Squirrel to let him know about the Moose hunt, he didn't care it was four days after he found out. He knew that the older brother would be piss as Hell about the news, that he would take the Blade and kill every last one of them. Not caring on how many of them would be killed, since they brought it on themselves for listen to a moron.

Grabbing his phone he scrolled down to Not Moose, pressing the button he waited for Dean to answer.

~~~SPN~~~

Driving out of the city limits Dean heard his phone ringing, not looking at the caller ID, thinking it was Sam calling back.

"Sammy, it's about time-" Dean pause when he heard a voice he didn't want to hear.

"Sorry Dean, not Moose."

"Crowley, what the hell do you want? I don't have time to talk to you."

"Oh I know Squirrel, you don't have time, but you might want to listen."

"Why in the Hell do I want to listen-" Dean frozen when he heard Sam's name being mentioned.

"Cause it's about Moose, Dean, I hear there's a Moose hunt going on."

"I swear to God Crowley if he gets hurt, I'm hunting your sorry ass down you bastard."

"Now, now Dean is that way to talk to your partner-"

"You are not my partner, Crowley I have one already, and if he gets hurt I'm tearing you from limb from limb. You won't be able to hide from me 'cause I will find you wherever you go."

"Dean, there's a fractions of Demons that don't take orders from me, they do want they want when they want. Those are the ones who are hunting your brother, I have no control over them so you better watch your mouth if you want your brother alive."

"Don't threaten me you son-of-a-bitch, I don't care if they are yours or not. If Sammy gets hurt in any way what so ever, your ass is mine to deal with you bastard. Why would they be hunting Sammy, he didn't do anything."

"They want Moose's head on a platter for you killing their Queen bitch."

"If you are sending her Demons after my brother to kill him, so help me Crowley I'm going to skin you alive. Once when I get Sam back I'm hunting your ass down, for all the pain you caused him and me."

"Squirrel, I am not sending her Demons on Sam, this has nothing to do with me. I'm giving you the heads up on what is going on, I know better not to mess with Moose these factions don't know that."

"Why in the Hell do you keep calling them factions for?"

"Because Squirrel, when Abaddon took over Hell she got her factions of Demon to follow her, the others stayed loyal to me and kept in the shadows. I have sent out my Demons to stop them Dean, you have to believe me that I don't want Sam dead."

"I don't have to believe you Crowley since all Demons lie, you are no exception on that part of being a Demon. Once when I taken care of those bastards you are next."

After the threat Dean hung up on Crowley, hitting the gas harder, pushing baby to her limits. He had to get to Sam before the Demons did, so help Crowley there better not be on scratch on his brother. Something was bothering Dean about that phone called, picking up the phone again he dialed Crowley's number.

"How long have you know about the Demons hunting Sammy?"

"Four days."

"You found out four days ago and you are calling me know, what took you so long to call me?"

"I had my own pleasures to think-"

"You had to have your own pleasure dealt with first, even knowing that Demons are hunting for my brother. How could you...if I didn't have to get to Sam, I would turned this car around, find your sorry ass, push the Blade into your fucking cold heart of yours!" Dean hollered over the phone, before throwing it to the passenger seat.

Feeling the anger surge through him, Dean could feel the Mark burning hot on his arm, hissing at the pain he wonder why it's acting this way. The Blade was at the Bunker a state away now, so why is the Mark burning so hot?

~~~~SPN~~~

Six days after he left Kansas and his brother behind, Sam made it to Idaho Falls, from there he'd find a car for the rest of the journey. Walking away from the station to find a diner to have some lunch, he will then look for transportation to get to Jim's old cabin. He remembers going there when he was recovering from his injuries, back when he got into all that trouble with Brian and his dad. Noticing a diner across the street Sam headed towards it, stepping in he sat by the window and waited to be served. After he finishes his lunch he headed back outside to look for a vehicle, walking past an alley he spotted a car half way down. Walking up to the vehicle he saw that it's been sitting there for a while, picking the lock getting into the car he hot wire to start the engine. Looking around to make sure no one saw him stealing the car, he put it in drive and pulled out of the alley.

Going down interstate 20, Sam kept an eye out for interstate 75 north; from there he will look for a small town call Ketchum. Once when he arrived in town it was already going on 6 pm, he could have made better time if he didn't make the extra stops. He forgot how beautiful the scenery is in Idaho close to the park, so he took his time to take in all the beauty that he saw. Pulling into one of the restaurant parking lot, he found one away from the building not wanting anyone looking in. If the found out it was stolen Sam knew he would be arrested, that is the last thing he wanted to happen right now. Laying his head against the headrest for just a second, he notices a piece of paper from the visor Sam lower to have a look. As he did a set of keys and the paper fell into his lap, smiling when he saw the keys he rewired the car. Now that he has the keys he didn't have to worry about noisy people, seeing the paper he notice it was just a piece of blank paper. Getting out of the car he headed towards the building, feeling eyes on him he glance around a saw a group of kids. Feeling a little uneasy he stepped into lobby, waiting to be seated he look out the window to see the kids leaving. Hearing someone talking to him, Sam turned around to see the waitress waiting for him. Following her to the table by the window Sam look out again, he wanted to make sure the kids were gone. Noticing her customer was worried about the kids, she spoke up about them.

"If you are worried about those kids don't be, they are a really good group of young men. They come here every night to hang around, they don't bother any of our customers or their vehicles." Julie told Sam.

"Thanks for letting me know, these days you can never tell, some kids are great while other ones are trouble."

"That is so true, sir, some of them do make trouble here well I should say they try, but the owner has zero tolerance for fighting or trouble makers. He has a nose for them can smell them right away, he calls his son who's a cop and he comes over and takes care of them."

"That is good to know that the owner is like that, don't hurt either to have a son as a police officer."

"Well enough of this kind of talk, what would you like to order, sir?"

Taking Sam's order Julie went to get his drink while he waited for his meal, sitting back to take a break closing his eyes for just a second. Taking a deep breath is when Sam realized just how tired he is, feeling himself relaxing is when he open his eyes to keep himself awake. The cabin is only about an hour drive from here, he could wait that long before he would relax. Getting his meal he enjoy his salad very much, hearing his brother voice in his head calling it rabbit food. Part of him missed his brother after all he is his big brother, the other part is still angry with him and that part won over.

After paying for his food and leaving a tip, he headed to the car and drove off to the cabin. Driving through the town he saw just how much it grew, wasn't this big the last time he came through with Jim, Bobby and Dean. Head out of the city limits he kept driving until he was out in the country, turning off the street that would lead him to the cabin. Putting his high beams on since there were no streetlights or any kind of lights, he slowly drove down the road until he came to the driveway. As he pulled into the long drive way until he came up to the cabin, it brought back memories for him that were all good and some bad. Getting out of the car he walked to the left side of the building, the third stone from the corner he turned over. Digging with his hand he found the object he was looking for, pulling out the metal rusted box he open it to see the key. Putting the dirt and rock back he walked back to the front door, unlocking the door he step inside to a pitch-black room. Getting his lighter out he flick the flame to get some light, seeing a oil lamp to his left he lit the wick getting a soft glow to see where he was going. Knowing there is a generator in the shed out back he will check that tomorrow, right now the only thing he wants to do is get some sleep. Closing the door and locking it he headed to the bedroom, seeing no sheets or blankets he went to the chest in the corner. Lifting the lid he saw clean lining inside a plastic bag, well he was hoping it was clean since it's been a while since anyone was here. Taking it out he place it on the bed he shake the sheets before making the bed, taking off his coat and shoes he laid down before his head hit the pillow he was asleep. He really wanted to take a hot shower to relax his muscles from all the tension, but with out the generator he has no hot water and a cold shower don't sound good. Lying down felt so good to his exhausted and sore body, riding in a bus for six days was not easy on Sam's tall frame.

Waking up the next morning, it took Sam a moment to realize were he was, it was so quiet and calm that he laid there for a few more minutes. Taking a look at his watch he was shock to see that it was 9 am, he never sleeps that late must have been really tired from all the stress. Shaking those thoughts out of his head he had to check on the generator, stepping out of the bedroom he walked to the back room. Opening the door he check to see if there was any gas to start it up, seeing that it did need gas a trip to town was called for. He would have breakfast first, then go shopping for a few days, then get the gas so he can take a hot shower.

Heading back into town he knew there was a grocery store just as you get into town, not wanting to go back to the restaurant he stop off at a diner. After having his coffee, eggs, sausage and toast he went to the grocery store, he got a enough food for about a week not having Dean around he got what he wanted. Going to the gas station he got a gas can filling it up alone with the car, he only brought one gas can he didn't want any extra around the cabin. Once when he returned to the cabin he put gas into the generator, it took a while to turned it on since it sat so long but it finally kick on. Getting his grocery inside putting away the non-perishables first, giving the fridge time to cool off before he put the perishables inside. Once when he was done he clean the cabin taking the rugs out to hang in the fresh air, in between the grocery shopping and eating breakfast he went to the laundry mat. So now he has clean clothes and sheets for the bed, after he was finished he headed to the bathroom to take his shower. The best thing about this cabin that it had running water.

For the first few days Sam just hangs out at the cabin, walking to the lake, doing some fishing, was about what he did. He wanted to hang low just in case there were any Demons around, the third day he went to Sawtooth to do some hiking and thinking. As he hike on one of the trails to see the wildlife he remember the time when he and Dean went hiking, they had a great time just being together having fun. He was starting to miss his older brother and wish he were here, when he gets back to the cabin he will call Dean and talk to him. As he headed back down the trail to head for home he heard movement to his right, stopping in his tracks he listen carefully and kept a sharp eye out. What ever he was hearing was coming towards him, reaching for his knife he got himself prepared for what it was. Hearing the rustling behind him he turned slowly as the creature came out of the undergrowth, laughing at himself when he saw it was just a rabbit. 'Get yourself spook over a rabbit Sam, thank goodness Dean wasn't here to see this.' Sam said to himself. Just as he turned to head back down the trail he came face to face with a big guy with black eyes.

~~~SPN~~~

Dean pushed himself to get to his brother after he found out about the Demons hunting him; he was pissed as hell at Crowley for waiting so long to tell him. He's been on the road for three days now only stopping for a few hours to sleep, he didn't really have time for that either but he's only human. Driving through the town of Ketchum he stop off at a Restaurant to get some lunch, he didn't want to stop until he got to the cabin. With his stomach aching so much he had to eat something quick, stepping inside he walked to the table by the window to keep an eye on Baby. Waiting impatiently for the waitress to serve him, he checks his phone for the millionth time to see if Sam called. When the waitress came over to see what he wanted, as he waited for his food he took a sip of his drink. He really wanted a beer to calm his nerves, but he won't have one since he's driving and needs to be clear headed when he sees Sam. Once when he food arrived he didn't really taste what he order, all his thoughts were on his little brother hoping he was okay. After he finished his meal leaving money to pay and for a tip, he hop back in the Impala, stopping to get gas since he forgot to fill her in his rush. Driving through town made him anger and annoyed, there was bumper-to-bumper traffic moving at a snail's pace. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs to tell them to move already, he needed to get to his little brother yesterday.

Finally after two hours in traffic he was on his way to the cabin, he couldn't stop the feeling he was having in the pit of his stomach. If anything happen to his Sammy he would be his fault, he should have never let Sam leave the bunker by himself. Thoughts of Sam being hurt and alone scared Dean to his core, he couldn't get the image of his brother lying in a puddle of blood, dead. He tried so hard to remove that image only to have it come back again, shaking his head to get that though and image totally out of his head.

'Sam will be just fine once when I get there, will be giving me the bitch face when I walk in the door. Or maybe he'll kick my ass to hell and back, which I would deserve for making him leave.' Dean said to himself.

Driving up to the cabin he saw a blue car in the driveway, hoping that it was the car Sam was driving. Getting out of the Impala as quietly as he can, he closes the door slowly and gently so not to make a sound. Stepping up to the window he peek inside to see who was there, seeing no one he tried the door handle only to stop when he saw blood. Panic filled his heart when he saw the blood, not caring if he scared who ever was in he kick the door open. Rushing inside he glance around the room for any signs of his brother, seeing a blood trail leading to the bedroom he followed it. What he saw froze his body and mind for a second, his little brother was lying on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. His mind was racing so fast he didn't even know he was moving, until he was kneeling next to his brother. Gently he rolled Sam over onto his back what he saw made him sick to his stomach, Sam's shirt and coat was coated in blood from his chest. Reaching for his pulse with shaking hands hoping he's still alive and breathing, not feeling a pulse hit Dean like a punch to the chest taking all his air out of his lungs. Everything stopped for Dean right there he couldn't move or talk, when he finally found his voice he only shout one word:

"SAMMY!"

TBC