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Sam ran blindly, not paying heed to any of his surroundings as he ran outside, his full focus on getting the hell out of dodge. He continued onward, his joints already searing from the pain. He didn't know how much longer he could take of this. He slowed his pace a couple notches, finally looked around at his surroundings. He was running alongside a small pasture, most of the crops being planted already dead or wilted from lack of nutrition. From here, Sam could see a cheap diner, The Grazer's Diner, which is where the Winchesters had gone to eat dinner countless times in the past. They would pass by the pasture to get to the diner and, as a result, he could make his way to the motel room with little difficulty, well aware of where to go with no need for a map.

He just hoped he would find someone waiting for him when he gets there.

He checked his pocket as his adrenaline died down, his pace drastically beginning to decrease. He rustled his hand around in his back pocket, in frantic search for his cell phone. There was no finding it, probably having been taken by the man when he was kidnapped.

He neared the pace of a crawl as he walked on, every step taking him one step closer to the motel which, hopefully, led to Dean and his father. He wasn't sure what he would do if they weren't there. All the options ran through his mind as he considered finding an empty motel room. He could use the hopefully-working phone available in the motel room and call Dean's cell.

The road before him stretched on as it became increasingly difficult to breathe. His body ached, his limps sweltering from the pain. His chest felt completely broken, as if it had fallen apart from countless years of torture. Angry tears leaked from his eyes, urging himself forward.

This was all his fault; if he hadn't have been so fucking weak none of this would have happened and he wouldn't be in this dilemma.

For once in his life, he didn't give a damn about his dignity. He wanted to be next to his brother, allowing Dean to give him the words of comfort he so desperately needed. When was this nightmare going to end?

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

Dean and John continued their drive around the town, scoping every inch in search of the youngest Winchester.

Dean was emotionally drained. His baby brother was missing, completely out of his grasp. He, nor his father, had any clue of where to start their search for Sammy. He felt the overwhelming urge to crawl into a corner and weep. Cheesy or not, his brother was his whole life. Without Sam, he was nothing. The only thing that could make this right is if his only little, fifteen-year old brother were in his arms right now, safe and sound. He knew, more than anything, that this couldn't happen. That's what haunted him the most.

He had been in denial, but not anymore. He knew, for a fact, that something awful had happened. Not just a minor kidnapping had taken place. His gut was telling him that this was serious, very possibly related to something supernatural, but was unsure of what.

They went on driving in silence; neither wanting to break the tension they felt slowly overcoming them. They had nothing to say that didn't involve Sammy, and involving Sam was too painful at this point.

John drove through familiar areas they have visited in the past. The only way he could get back home without going astray would be to follow a recognizable path. He arrived at the diner. People were milling around in and out of The Grazer's Diner, walking restlessly from place to place.

The two looked frantically in the crowd, searching for the youngest Winchester. They got out of the Impala and looked in, behind, and around the diner. No Sam. Deflated, Dean walked back into the passenger seat of the Impala, John following on his heels.

"Okay, no luck there." John said exhaustedly. "Maybe we should-"

"We are not taking a break until we find Sammy."

John heaved a long, exasperated sigh. "Dean-"

Dean turned to John, his eyes burning with rage. He would not settle for anything less than finding Sammy, alive.

"We will keep searching. And we will find him."

John hesitated, then nodded slowly, revved the engine, and started driving. Dean turned his gaze toward the window, keeping a lookout for his baby brother.

They drove a ways until they saw a kid on the side of the street, asleep or unconscious. He was flat on his stomach, his head facing away from them. Dean gasped as the thought entered his mind. That could be Sam.

He jumped out of the Impala and ran toward the boy. It felt like he was running a marathon, like he was in slow motion. They odds for that kid to be Sam were pretty high. His shirt was pretty ripped up and he was bleeding in several different spots.

Dean, at long last, reached the kid and, very carefully, turned him over. He let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding, just to do the same again. It was Sammy. The only problem was, he didn't know if he wanted it to be.

The kid was gory, blood covering his shirt and face. He had bruises placed randomly all over his body. There were nail markings on his cheek, probably produced from a human hand.

Dean'ss anger came off of him in waves. Whoever did this was gonna pay.

John ran over to where Dean was and saw Sam. He quickly bent down and unbuttoned his shirt, looking for any other injuries. He heard Dean huff loudly as they both looked at the large, purple bruise in the middle of his stomach. It was surrounded by many other, smaller bruises.

Dean's rage increased impossibly further. He yelled out and punched his fist into the concrete with all his might, not caring about the damage inflicted upon him. Whatever pain he had given himself, it wasn't nearly as bad as Sammy's.

John had begun to pick Sam up when he began to awaken. Sam flexed his fingers. John shook Dean's shoulder, getting his full attention, and pointed to Sam. Dean's eyes began to fill with tears as he looked into the eyes of his brother.

Sam's eyes were glassy and unfocused, but he was more than aware of the person he was seeing. Only Dean had a smell of sweat, work, and aftershave and could make it smell good.

Sam offered Dean, then John, a small smile.

"Hey."

Dean bestowed a small laugh. "Hey, Sammy." John offered a small smile.

Sam began the process of standing up, when Dean urged him back onto the floor.

"Don't move, Sammy. You could just worsen your injuries."

Sam pouted. "Am I going to stay here forever?" Dean offered another laugh.

"Nah. Allow me." Dean scooted beside Sam and picked him up with ease. Sam flushed as he felt himself being hoisted into Dean's arms. Dean was still grinning from ear to ear.

"Damn, kid, you're skinny." Sam blushed furiously.

Dean carried Sam to the Impala and set him down in the backseat, allowing him more space. John got into the driver's seat as Dean scooted into the backseat with Sam.

John looked in the rearview mirror and smiled. Sam was stretched out in the backseat, his head resting in Dean's lap as Dean played with his hair.

His sons were back.

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hope u liked it guys!! Thought I would end on a good note!! I realize it's taken me a long time to update for this story....sorry about that!! Won't happen again!!!!

I shall update soon. I must also update my 2 other stories: "Kill For You" and "Won't Back Down". I would love u for this lifetime and the next if you went and checked them out!! You might like one, if not both!! =)

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