Sorry this took so long! I've been writing in a notebook because its been so hard for me to actually be home and typing

Also this week slowed me down with all this Christmas mess and the fact that I spilled a WHOLE glass of ICE water in my keyboard! I have to fix everything URG its annoying! But I got a Message just yesterday that I couldn't ignore and set aside my wrapping to do this so you can all enjoy it on your Christmas down time! Have a merry Christmas everyone and I'm orry for the wait!

I just want to say firat that DEAN is in the hospital Theres a reason everyones calling him Sam. We'll get to that lol

Frustrated fingers ran over the dials of the car radio. Nothing he landed on appealed to him and eventually in a huff the power button was mashed and Sam sat back irritated.

Now that he had control of the radio he had no clue what he wanted to listen to! And the seats in the damn Ford Taurus Rental car were about as uncomfortable as a dentist chair!

Now he understood his brother's love for his car…. He actually missed the Impala.

Sam frowned at the thought of his brother. He felt guilty for leaving him alone back in that backwards hick town. Dean wouldn't have left him there…

Would he?

No… None of this would have happened if the characters were reversed. That Sam knew for sure.

Dean was so much better at all of this. He was stronger then Sam could ever be and not just in the physical sense.

But Sam had to try… at least for his brother. If his little mission failed so be it. If he met his maker at the end of all of this then at least he'd be back with Jess… Mom… Hell and for all Sam knew by now… Dean.

It had been a week since he left his brother alone in that hospital and he felt like he was walking in a dark closet.

He searched online every night for any sort of sign on where that Witch could have gone. He followed so many "Possibilities" in just one week that he was exhausted and empty handed.

He couldn't wait for the nearest town… It was time for a good nights sleep in the first cheap Motel he could find. Pure revenge wasn't good enough at the moment to keep him going.

Sam reached over and grabbed for his cell phone on the passengers seat. The Ford Taurus he rented was such a deal. He couldn't believe it at first… till he sat in it. It was an older model with a few fuses out. One being the clock in the dashboard along with the overhead light. The lighter also didn't work which made keeping his cell phone charged a problem. He had to plug it in at different motels.

He recalled looking back up at the dealer giving him a "You've got to be kidding me" look.

The overweight older man just shrugged his shoulders and replied… "You said as cheap as possible. Also I think the starter is going… I put a hammer in the glove box just incase you have to slam it on. Enjoy kid!" The man has said with a snide smirk.

"Asshole." Sam mouthed at the brief flashback. He certainly contemplated leaving the piece of crap on the side of the road… But it was in his name not a fake one and that certainly didn't need to be added to his troubles.

After checking the time on his recently grabbed cell phone, Sam proceeded to reach into his backpack for an other item.

Gently as if it would break in his hand, he pulled out a second cell phone and placed it on his knee.

He glanced down from the road as he flipped it open and scanned the screen.

His heart jumped in his throat at what he saw.

For the first time in over two and a half months… Someone had called Deans cell phone. He was glad he took it. This was the number his father left for people to call if they needed help… and this was the only connection he could possibly have with his father.

And now as he drove down the dark and lonely interstate a "Missed 1 call" message glared at him from Deans cell phone.

Unable to contain enough patience to even pull the car over, Sam clicked on the message button and the small phone started to dial Dean's voicemail.

It didn't take long before Sam heard a female voice come through the phone.

"Hi… Umm… Is this Dean Winchester? My name is Tracy. I got this number from an other phone message and figured I'd try this one too. Uh… Something odd has been happening around where I live… and an acquaintance gave me your father's number. I hope you can help me… In just one week 3 of my friends have disappeared and… well it all seems fishie. I hope you can help me… My number is………….."

Sam shut the phone and held it still in his hand as he continued to drive down the empty road. His mind was racing. Three girls missing in just one week. Could it be? Could it be that he had found her? Could she have been so stupid?

Sam shook himself out of his daze and with newfound energy quickly dialed Tracy's number.

Sam had forgotten all about the good nights rest. After his brief phone call with Tracy, the only thing driving him was getting to Eerie, Pennsylvania. It wasn't a terrible drive. He was already in Virginia and he wouldn't have been able to sleep anyways.

The sun was just rising as he pulled down the street he had written down from their phone conversation.

Pulling into the driveway and shutting off the engine, Sam sat for a second and took a deep breath.

He had to be on his game now. This was the biggest lead he had and that Witch wasn't easy to get rid of. And now he was alone. He had to be smart about this. Before he knew it he was ringing the doorbell.

Sam was startled as the door swung up fast like the person on the other side was standing there waiting with their hand on the knob.

"Sam?"

"Uh… Yea Hi… Tracy?"

Sam looked at the young girl in front of him. Tears invaded her blue eyes and her blonde hair was thrown up into a messy ponytail. The poor girl looked like she had cried for days and never moved off the couch in just her pajamas.

"Come in…"

Sam stepped onto the hardwood floor of the young girls home and took in the sights.

First he noticed an over abundance of pictures on the wall. The next thing was the smell of an apple pie basking in the kitchen.

"Smell's good." Sam said as Tracy shut the door behind him.

The sound of at least 3 locks clicking into place did not go unnoticed to the young Winchester.

"Yeas I figured since I was having company I'd do something special."

"You didn't have to do that." He said to her as she walked back from the door to Sam"

The young girl looked down embarrassed for as brief moment.

"Yeas I did. I rarely have any visitors… Plus I don't have any money to pay you."

Sam's jaw dropped for as second.

"Pay? Oh… no I wasn't going to…"

"I don't take charity.." Tracy interrupted sternly while looking him square in the eye.

"That's… that's not what I meant." Sam stammered.

"Oh?" Ashe asked giving him as questioning look. "I thought all you investigator people charged as price?"

"Investigator? Tracy where did you get out number again?"

"I told you... a Friend of mine. So if you aren't an investigator than who are you?" Her hands were on her hips now in an aggravated posture.

"I think we should sit down before I tell you the whole story. To some it's as bit much and I'll tell you the reason why this isn't… charity."

Ashe eyed him suspiciously for a few moments before crossing her arms and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

"Fine… we can sit down in here."

Once both were seated at the kitchen table, Assam popped right to it.

"Look. My Family took as hard blow when I was as baby. My mom was killed by someone… something… as I lay in my crib. It wasn't normal…"

At this, Sam stopped and looked up at her to see if there was any reaction. She was still staring at him void of as shocked or confused expression. He continued.

"Since then my father, my older brother and I have been chasing… umm… unexplained things while looking for the thing that killed our mother."

Sam decided to skip the part where he left his family alone to go off to college and cut to the chase.

"Since then our father went missing. My Girlfriend was killed the same way as my mother was and now my brother… the only one I have left… my rock... is lying in as hospital bed in as Coma… Well they said he was basically brain dead."

Sam noticed small tears in Tracy's eyes as he started to shout. He couldn't help it. All his emotions were coming out because finally he was talking about what had been haunting him for two months. Before he had no one to talk to… No one to vent to… Now This Tracy girl was getting the full blown "Angry Sam". He began to rush to get everything he needed to say out.

"…And now you called my brother's cell phone leading me to believe the witch that took my brother away from me has now taken your friends!"

Sam stood up and started to pace a bit while running his hands through his mop-like hair.

"I'm here Tracy because you called us for help… and because I want revenge. Is that good enough for you?"

Sam stood out of breath and close to tears.

Tracy was a bit speechless. She believed him whole-heartedly… It's just that sometimes its hard to trust people especially people in her life. Sam however seemed genuine and after the last 10 minutes of his rant… honest as hell. She didn't care what "unexplained" things he was talking about… Sam so far is the only one that has come to help her.

After as few moments of uncomfortable silence she let out as sigh and smiled slightly.

"… Would you like some pie?"

Ever since the day Nurse Jenn had found that note she had come to visit Sam every day after her shift. She'd bring books or magazines and even the paper and read aloud what she was reading. She figured he didn't understand any of what she was saying but she vowed to not leave the poor man alone after being abandoned by what seemed like his only family

No one else ever came to visit the comatose man. She couldn't understand how someone could just be discarded. It made her feel terrible.

After finishing up as paragraph from her Entertainment weekly about the new King Kong movie, Jenn let out as yawn and stretched her arms over her heads. Sometimes she'd forget the time and be sitting there with Sam for a couple hours. She had even fallen asleep in that uncomfortable chair many times only to be woken up by one of the other nurses doing her rounds.

The sound of her stomach grumbling clued her in that it was time to leave. She was famished and was about to call it a night when a soft knock on the hospital room door caused her to turn around a bit startled.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything interesting?"

"Doctor Koff! Oh no no.. I was just about to leave for the night. What are you doing here so late?

The middle aged female doctor smiled gently sand walked over to the Edge of the young mans bed. She had a chart in her hand and gave a brief look at the young man before turning back to Jenn.

"I had as late shift and figured since things were slow I'd bring our young friend in for an other cat scan.

"Oh… Do you think there's some hope?"

"Honestly Jenn? No. But since you are trying and he seems to be hanging in there it's worth testing him again. They should be up in as few minutes to wheel him down. You don't have to stay.

"Sure I do. I'll help if I can. I just want to run down and grab a muffin or something."

The doctor smiled at the young nurse, admiring her loyalty.

"Ok Hun. See you in as few minutes then."

Jenn shuffled out and headed towards the vending machines down the hall. It was going to be something quick tonight. She had to be there for the young handsome man who was all alone. She'd stick with him for as long as she needed to.