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Beads of sweat trickled down Sam's forehead and soaked the cotton pillowcase. At some point in the middle of the night, the window unit kicked off, leaving Sam burning up in his own nightmare-addled slumber. Every night was a fevered blast of horrifying images beaming through his head. Night after night it was the same. Images of past hunts, and surreal creatures that existed in reality as well as his mind. One thing about hunting, no matter how hard you try, but it's too easy to let the job get to you. It was so easy for Dean to let go. It was like a switch he just turned on and off. Sam was always different from Dean in the way he wore his heart on his sleeve. Many nights Sam would wake up drenched in sweat. Sam would get up and turn down the thermostat and nearly freeze Dean out of the room , just to get his body back to a normal temperature. Once settled he would hear Dean shivering and chuckle to himself.

Finally the heat of the motel brought Sam out of his fitful sleep. Dean's bed was still empty. The itchy comforter was still tucked beneath the questionable mattress and the pillows were still arranged neatly. Groggily he glanced at the bright red digits on the alarm clock across the room. 2 a.m..

Where's Dean? He would've checked in by now.

Sam grabbed his cell from the nightstand. No missed calls he saw the harsh LCD light stings his sleepy eyes. This wasn't like Dean. Sure they were adults and didn't need constant supervision but their job entailed otherwise. Their Dad drilled it into their skulls early on. Knowing what was out there made John Winchester keep close tabs on his boys. And even after his death Sam and Dean maintained the routines learned from their father. Even throughout his bar hopping and picking up sleazy women Dean usually managed to call, at least once.

Sam decided to call Dean, maybe he got too hammered to call. Just as he's about to push send the phone rings and flashes Dean's name across the screen.

"What does this one look like Dean? Does she have legs for days?" Sam quipped as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Hey there Sammy. You could ask Dean but he's busy at the moment." A somewhat familiar voice cooed from the other end.

Sam shot up in bed and immediately broke into panic mode.

"Who are you? Where's my brother?" Sam demanded, the anger obvious in his tone she could practically feel it seeping into the receiver.

"Why Sam, I'm hurt. I would have thought you'd remember little old me.

Remember the night you boys and your daddy almost killed me and succeeded in killing the love of my life." Kate knelt down in front of a shivering, wet Dean and began to stroke his bloody face.

"You were asking for it. You kill innocent people every day."

"We deserve to live as much as anyone else does." Sam pushed a button Kate

didn't want pushed. She slowly ran her fingernails down his cheek.

"Can the bullshit! Let me talk to Dean!"

"All right, I have always been a sentimentalist. Make it brief." She nodded to one of her cronies and he yanked Dean's head up and held him by the hair.

Kate listened on as she held the phone to his ear.

Sam tried preparing himself for the worst as he listened carefully to gauge hiscondition.

"Sammy is that you?" Dean managed to choke out while trying to clear thewater blocking his path of breathing.

"Oh god Dean! Are you all right? What do they want?" Sam's stomach dropped as the weakened tone in his older brother's voice but he still tried to keep as calm as possible hiding any worry.

Sam could hear the ragged breaths Dean was struggling to take. For the past hour Dean head had been forcefully submerged in a metal trough of ice cold water. Long enough for him to almost lose consciousness before being pulled out and then over and over again. His wrists and elbows were secured behind his back in a brutal fashion. So any hope of fighting back was nonexistent. But that didn't matter; throughout Dean's misery he needed to warn Sam.

"Sammy be careful! Th-they are going to come after you….Sammy!" The phone was pulled away from his Dean's ear. Sam cringed at the sounds of Dean trying to hold in his screams as someone put out a cigar on his bare back.

"I know this must be killing you Sam. Being helpless to help your brother."

She yanked the phone away and strode to the front of the room which she currently inhabited with about 10 other vampires and her prisoner.

"What do you want?"

"I want you." Dean's eyes grew large at her words. He tried to yell to warm Sam but before he could get a word out his head was once again held underwater.

"What?"

"You. If you come here you take your brothers place and we'll set him free."

"What's the catch?"

"What would be the fun in me telling you?"

"You better come alone Sammy, or else Dean's pays for your mistake. For every half hour that you aren't here, we are going to do some awfully mean things to Dean."

"How am I supposed to find you?" Sam talked and packed at the same time. Shoving all of his clothes and anything else lying around into his duffle bag.

"Well isn't that your job? I'm sure you won't have any trouble. Just remember, Dean is enduring the brunt of the punishment for your actions right now. But you are always welcome to join us."

"I swear if you hurt him.."

"So clichéd. What are you going to do Sammy tell your Daddy? Last time I checked, you're Daddy's dead."

Her words caused Sam to stop in his tracks and drop his bag to the ground. The pain of losing his father was still fresh in his mind.

"You bitch. How did you..?"

"It was in the newsletter. I'd love to continue this little chat Sam but I need to spend some quality time with your brother. The clock is ticking." Kate hung up, not wasting time waiting for a reply from the youngest Winchester. She knew he would find a way to come. It was family of course. Even the most vile creatures had perception of family, including vampires.

"Hoyt," she barked at the goon gripping Dean's hair in his fist. "Chain him to the rafters. I want some alone time. Everybody in the house."

No one dared to disobey and immediately the flurry of vampires scurried into the house. Except Hoyt who was cutting Dean's ropes and replacing them with metal chains.

Dean fought against Hoyt's grip but in his weakened state couldn't get very far. His lungs burned and his eyes were becoming more and more unfocused. He had to keep awake. The past hour of low oxygen and beatings were starting to take its toll on him.

Have to stay awake…..Sammys gonna need me.

Once Hoyt had secured Dean, he followed the others into the house.

"Holler if you need me." He said as he passed Kate on his way to the door. She smiled and made her way over to her captive, who was on the verge of unconsciousness.

"I'll be right back dear. I'm going to need my tools for this." She winked in his direction, although he never brought his head up to even look at her. His mind was too busy trying to figure out how he was going to get out of there before Sam leapt in and stepped in a big pile of shit. She wasn't even trying to hide the fact that it was a trap.

Have to get out of here.. have to stay awake.

But his body didn't cooperate with his plea and he drifted off in darkness.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it. The next chapter means more torture for Dean and Sam's desperate search to find the location of the nest. Don't forget to review!!!