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Chapter 5

"What time is it?" Dean spoke as he dropped the last demonology textbook on the table and rubbed his eyes.

"Umm about 1am" replied Sam, returning from the kitchen with two cups of coffee, sitting one down on a placemat in front of his brother.

"WHAT!" yelled Dean astounded, jumping out of his chair in seconds. "Lisa was supposed to be here 4 hours ago!"

"Maybe she called, have you checked your voice mail?" asked Sam as Dean grabbed his phone out of his waistband, checking to see if anyone had called. The anxious look that Dean returned, answered Sam's question within itself.

"Something's wrong?" spoke Dean as Bobby walked into the room to meet the boys' worried expressions.

"What's going on boys?" he asked and they both turned to acknowledge his presence in the room. Sam opened his mouth to speak but Dean cut him off.

"Lisa, she hasn't rang and…" just as he began to explain the phone rang from within his hand and he dropped his gaze to the Caller ID. Relief pulsed through him and he looked up to catch the smirks plastered on his friend and brothers faces.

"Wow my brother has changed" Sam laughed to Bobby who laughed with him.

"Shut up guys" he replied giving Sam a glare that told him distinctly that if he didn't shut up, a punch in the face would make him. Sam just shrugged, as if he knew his thoughts. It was then that Bobby's voice cut in.

"Are you going to answer it, or just stare at it all day like a girl". To that, Dean remembered the phone ringing in his hand and let out a sigh before accepting the call and raising the phone to his ear.

"Hey Hun, where are you?" Silence followed and the anxious feeling returned in the pit of Dean's stomach.

"Lis" Dean spoke calmly, but Sam could hear the apprehension in his voice. Dean glanced down at his phone. The connection appeared to be fine. "Lis" he spoke again and was rewarded finally with a deep voice on the other line.

"Your darling Lisa is fine, but not for too long. Meet me at an abandon warehouse, 55 on fourth street, bring the child and you might see your beloved again" the male voice spoke spitefully and ended the call.

Dean's wide eyes caused Bobby and Sam to ask in unison "What's wrong?"

"Lis…. the bastards have Lisa… they want Mary" Dean tried to recall the conversation. They had Lisa and probably Ben too. The day was going from bad to worse.

"Dean you can't go alone" yelled his brother as Dean paced back and forth into the house, finding every weapon possible and throwing them into the boot of the car.

"Sam, don't start with me" replied Dean as he moved around to the driver's side door.

"Please, at least let me come with you" Sam pleaded.

"No, they might not know you're alive. I don't want them knowing…" he drew back a breath and shook his head. "Just, no. I don't need to explain it. Just for god sakes Sam, listen to me for once…"

Sam just nodded at his brother and Dean sighed.

"Look, someone needs to stay with Mary. If they know she's at Bobby's they might come for her and you … you need to protect her from them" he replied hastily.

His brother just nodded in agreement and strode back in the house as Bobby walked out and joined Dean at the car.

"Ready boy" chimed Bobby as he opened the door to the passenger seat.

"Those bastards are going to pay" he replied.

Turning the ignition the car sparked to life as he drove away, glancing in the review mirror where he saw his daughter perched at the window, waving goodbye.