A/N:Sorry for such a long wait guys! Hope you enjoy!

Sam's eyes groggily scanned the laptop screen; words and images danced across and seemed to clutter the space of the square. There were farms, and similar properties all over the town. All were dead ends. Places vampires wouldn't use as a nest. He went over the words over and over, hoping to find something he hadn't come across before. He researched every possible local location, coming up short. Tracking vampires shouldn't be this difficult. Then again, they spend their whole lives hiding from hunters so it's no wonder they picked up a few tricks along the way. Laying low, staying in small towns, resorting to cattle when there was too much heat to feed on humans. But what ate at Sam the most was the lack of contact. It had been almost four hours since the last phone call.

Was Dean already dead? Or were they planning something and waiting? His mind was scrambled with thoughts, trying to work through the muddled haze from lack of sleeping. He almost wished he would have a vision to clue him in to where Dean was being held. Never in his life did he think he would be praying for one of those. They helped him save some people, why couldn't he turn it on like a light switch when he needed it? He could see perfect strangers futures, but not even his own brother. All he wanted to do was put his weary head down and rest his eyes. He ran his shaky fingers through his messy hair and continued on his quest.

"Hey sugar. You look like you've had a rough night." The lovely waitress asked in her smooth southern drawl. She wore a light blue uniform that hugged her in all the right places, although her body was a feature Sam didn't seem to notice. The long red curls cascading past her shoulders almost hid her nametag that read 'Ella'. When he looked up his weary eyes met with her fierce blue ones.

"Yeah, it doesn't look like it's getting any better." Without skipping a beat she poured the steaming liquid into Sam's empty mug.

"On the house," she gave him a wink. Sam gave her his best possible smile, "Thanks."

Amidst all the chaos, it was felt good to have someone take pity on him. He knew he looked like hell. He didn't need a mirror to see that. He brought the gray mug to his lips and slowly savored the hot brew. As he sipped, he noticed Ella in the corner of his eye watching him with sullen features. Sam ignored the look and went back to piecing together the clues.

"Are you in trouble Hun?" Ella stood over him again, refilling his cup. "Jasper said you've been in here all night with your nose buried in that computer. Is everything ok?"

Sam sighed. All their lives they've had to explain themselves to strangers. 'Why are you asking me all these questions?' 'Why do you want to know where my daughter's buried?' 'Who did you say you were with again?'

"My brother is missing. I've looked everywhere and I'm running out of leads." Sam dropped his head, trying to hide the helplessness in his eyes.

She placed her hand gently on his shoulder, "Oh honey I'm sorry, why haven't you gone to the police?"

"I'd be better off on my own." Ella reached over to the counter and retrieved the coffee once more.

"Don't worry about your bill sugar." She winked and walked away before he could insist on paying.

It was getting to be late afternoon and Sam couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. He'd have to go to the motel and get at least an hour sleep. As much guilt as he was feeling over going to sleep, he faced the fact that he wouldn't be any good to Dean deliriously tired. After polishing off the last few drops of coffee Sam quickly gathered his things left Ella a large tip, and gave the warm hearted waitress the best half-smile he could churn out, and met the fresh air. Stepping through the glass doors, he squinted as the bright sun assaulted his sleep-deprived eyes. He began to rub the fog out of his eyes, and then paused. There was no activity outside. No cars, or passerby's. Just silence. Suddenly, Tires screeched against the pavement and a large black van zoomed towards him. Before he could react; Sam was pulled into the unmarked van only after walking a few feet from the diner he had inhabited all night and morning. Gloved fingers patted the silver shiny tape against his mouth and bound his arms at the elbows cruelly behind his back. With his wrists secured as well he had officially been immobilized. The masked men were covered from head to toe in black pants, and long sleeved shirts, Sam immediately knew the score. He was never expecting a daytime sneak attack. Vampires: 2 Winchesters:0

He wondered how long they had been watching him. Probably the whole time. Giving him just enough time to panic before they took him. He immediately gave himself a mental kicks in the head for letting them get the drop on him. Now here he was helpless, how was he going to get Dean and himself out of this mess? The ride to the location was arduous for the younger Winchester, ever so often being used as the road trip entertainment. Unable to shield incoming blows, his exposed torso being repeatedly used as a human punching bag. Not to mention his skull repeatedly hitting the floor every time they hit a bump in the road, at one point knocking him unconscious. But the undead bunch wouldn't allow a knocked out chew toy and slapped him awake just to taunt him. At least now he didn't have to worry about finding the spot on his own. His only job now was staying awake and getting him and his brother out of this mess alive.

"I hope you are half as much fun as your brother." One of them chuckled Sam couldn't make out who.

"You better hope he's ok or else you all are going to wish you were never born."

"Such threats from someone in no position to be making them."

Without warning Sam received a swift kick to the jaw for his trouble. It almost felt like his whole brain had rattled in his skull. Then a large booted foot was lodged against his throat, blocking any oxygen from going into his lungs. Sam attempted in vain to gasp some air into his lungs, fearful of suffocating. Over and over his tormentor would press hard and then ease up, finally Sam reached the point of oblivion and passed out, eventually waking when the van came to a halt.

He heard the van doors slide open and he was kicked out onto the jagged gravel.

"Get up!" a voice roared above him and he struggled but several moments later he was on his feet.

A black hood was pulled over his head and he was shoved towards the barn. As they got closer, he could hear Dean's voice, it sounded hoarse and broken. Guilt washed over him. He needed to think of something fast. Using every ounce of strength he had he began to thrash and try to get the men to release there grip on him. He broke free and started to sprint using the echoing of his steps to guide himself in the right direction. Almost like clockwork cold steel met with his skull, Sam dropped to his knees immediately regretting the stupid escape attempt. He should have known he wasn't going to get very far with no sight. Landing face first in the ground, he lost the battle with consciousness.

Things had been fairly quiet for the past few hours, someone would come in ever so often to check Dean's bonds and give him a few sips of water. Although he hated them, he was thankful to have the cool water to sooth his raw throat. He had managed to recover a little bit of strength that was lost, who knew what else Kate had in store for him. And he had to think of something to get out of there.

The door slammed open, the goons threw Sam to the ground in front of his brother and removed the black hood from his head, revealing numerous cuts and bruises. Dean's fear was realized.

"No!"

A/N: Hate to leave you guys with a cliffhanger but I couldn't resist. Hopefully the next update won't take that long. Please review!!