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Where to start? Sam had no idea where to start. The nest could be hours or days away. Dean could be dead already. They hadn't contacted him in over 3 hours and they turned Dean's cell off. It was already morning. Meaning if they were out, they would be easier to track. Which they weren't. For every minute Sam wasn't there, was another minute they had an opportunity to do god knows what to his brother. Thoughts raced in his mind. He could see Dean in his mind, hurt, bleeding and Sam was powerless to stop it. He needed to act fast. He was sure how much time he had before Kate got impatient. He had bolted from the motel hours before and took up shop in the nearest 24-hour diner. Papers were scattered across the booth table and Sam was mumbling as if reasoning out his plan to an invisible person. This garnered him many strange looks from passerby's. He didn't care; the diner was the safest place to be. He could keep an eye on everyone moving in and out, taking note of everyone who walked in. They could be watching him for all he knows. Sam eases up a little bit, taking notice of the sun was shining brightly into the crowded diner. The morning rush brought in all different kinds of people; truckers, tourists, regulars, not vampires.

Too much time was passing, too much time to give to the she-bitch to hurt his brother. She won't kill him. Not until Sam gets there. It wouldn't make sense. Even so, he couldn't let that happen. Dean had done so much for Sam their entire lives. Sam couldn't allow this to happen to the one who practically raised them since their mother's death. Sam fought the panic as he ran through the numbers in his phone. Ever so often a waitress would walk by, have pity on the obviously distressed man and refill his cup. Mainly he didn't acknowledge them; he was too busy looking for someone, anyone who can lead him in the right direction. But the list of friends and acquaintances was growing shorter and shorter. Most were dead, casualties in the fight against evil, or have shunned the brothers all together for whatever reason.

Sam waited as patiently as he could for Bobby's call. One of the last true friends of the Winchesters, though since their dad's death, Bobby has become so much more than that. A mentor, he has taken them in, patched up gashes and burns, given advice, research and smacked sense into them when they were seriously lacking. As much as a madman speed demon behind the wheel as Bobby could be, he was too far away from Georgia to provide Sam any kind of physical backup. Kate made it clear that Sam needed to come alone. He knew Bobby would chew him out about how dumb of an idea that was. With Dean's life on the line, he couldn't risk it. Dean would do the exact same for Sam. As he has all his life.

His phone rang and Sam barely allowed it another before pushing talk.

"What have you got Bobby?" The desperation was evident in his voice.

"A whole lot of nothing. It seems that the vampires have been pretty good at covering their tracks. I contacted all the hunters known for hunting bloodsuckers and came up with nothing Sam." Bobby hated to hear Sam's voice; he knew the boy was sick with worry. "I can hop in the truck right now and haul ass."

"No, Bobby. It'll be too late. I'm going to figure something out. Maybe do a search of all possible locations where they could be and ask around, see if anyone has seen them and do some research." He wasn't even sure if he believed that statement.

"Don't do anything stupid Sam. You hear me? I know you'll find him Sam. Just keep working at it. I'll call you if I find anything."

"Thanks Bobby."

Defeated, Sam ended the call. Paid for his coffee and headed out the door to find some answers. Hope was being shattered, piece-by-piece.

Meanwhile…..

"..Stop…please.." Dean managed to choke out, although it was barely a whisper. His throat was hoarse and dry. Being deprived of oxygen and strangled will do a decent amount of damage to vocal chords. Unable to feel past the tremors running through his body after hours of being shocked with the cattle prod, he struggled with staying awake. All the strain on his arms was finally beginning to take its toll; still Dean managed to not dislocate anything.

Kate smiled at the broken man before her. She poked his stomach with enough force to watch him squirm as he swayed back and forth, grunting and biting his lower lip in agony. Yellow morning rays danced over the burns and wounds that covered his bruised and beaten flesh. His face was caked in dry blood from various cuts spread around. Dean's chest heaved up and down, trying to keep a steady pattern of breathing without injuring himself further.

"Ok This is it for now. I need to catch up on my beauty sleep anyway. And you are going to need all the strength you have for what's to come."

She was almost shocked when she didn't hear a smart-ass remark from her captive. The only reason Kate knew Dean heard her was look of sheer hatred gleaming from his bloodshot eyes. Consciousness was slowly creeping away from the abused man. After a long intake of the injuries she had inflicted on the prisoner in front of her, Kate yawned and sat the prod on the table of various devices.

"Hoyt!"

The large man from earlier in the evening stumbled into the barn and appeared at Kate's side, and by the look on his face, ready to do some damage.

"Cut him loose and chain him to the floor. Puppy needs all his rest."

Almost disappointed Hoyt walked over to Dean and unlocked the chains. Unable to brace for the impact, he fell bonelessly to the ground. Dean grunted as he landed on his sore arms that now, being relieved of the pressure of his body weight, were now flaring with pain. Pain was almost all Dean was aware of, his mind wanted to fight the darkness but his body wanted to give in and rest. He barely noticed Hoyt shoving him around and chaining his arms and legs to the waiting shackles attached to the bottom of a support beam.

Attempts at sitting up were futile as his head was pounding in protest, so Dean retreated to lie on his side on the hay and dirt covered barn ground. Finally finding a position that was as comfortable as he was going to get. It took all the energy he had left in him to look at Kate as she bent down to his level. Eyeing his condition she began salivating as she thought of bleeding him slowly dry.

"I'll been seeing you in a short while sugar. You're going to have company real soon. I know it's getting a bit lonely in here all by your lonesome. Wouldn't want little Sammy missing out on all the fun we are having." A grin crept across her face as she saw the realization in Dean's eyes. She stood back up and headed for the door leading to the house. All the while keeping her eyes on Dean as she whispered into Hoyt's ear.

"No…don't…" Dean made one last vain attempt to free himself of his bonds before darkness set in.

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