A/N:Thanks to everyone who reviewed for chapter 3 and the others before. I love hearing what you guys think. YOU ROCK! Special thank you to Psylocke23 and SamDeanLover28 for making my evening with your reviews for that chapter. Hope you enjoy this one. It's a little longer than others with a lot more angst.

Just to let you know the internet is useful. I am not a heavy drinker but was recently sick so I mixed up something that burned and then wondered if it had a name. I looked it up in Google and came up with the whole mess with Dean's head with drink names. Just read, you'll figure it out soon enough!

Chapter 4

A knock sounded at the motel room door and Dean quickly stood from the bed, pulling his gun from under the pillow and thumbing the safety off. He turned so it wasn't visible and walked to the door, looking through the peephole. He recognized the manager from when they had checked in. Was that really a week ago? Dean looked at Bobby and nodded, still holding his gun now behind his back he opened the door.

"Someone dropped this at the front desk for you. Said give it only to Mr. Reeve."

Dean remembered the alias he and Sam had used when they checked in. "How did you know to give it to me instead of my brother?"

"Guy said only one of you would be here, and that's who I was supposed to give it to. I asked him the same thing when I told him there were two Mr. Reeves in the room." The guy held out the small envelope to Dean again and he took it.

"Thanks. Hey, what did the guy look like? Did he leave a name? I'd just like to thank him personally." Dean barely concealed the menace in his voice. The manager shook his head no, turned and walked off, shrugging his shoulders. Bobby stood and came up to Dean's side.

"Looks like they know where we are. We probably oughta pack our gear and find another motel."

"No. When Sammy gets free he'll come back here."

"Dean…"

"NO!" Dean growled as he turned away from Bobby and opened the envelope amidst a hard swallow. Images came to him unbidden of the torture his brother could be going through. He hated to think of what might be in the small yellow envelope. Dean peeked inside and saw what looked to be the edge of a Polaroid photo and nothing else. He pulled it out and turned it over in his hand. It immediately fell to the floor as Dean groaned.

"Dean?"

Dean's eyes followed the picture to the floor where it rested face down. Bobby stooped and picked it up. Dean's eyes followed his every move, now with tears threatening to spill from the green orbs. "Sammy."

Bobby looked at Dean before turning over the picture in his hands. "Aw, damn." He said when he laid eyes on the picture. Those eyes welled with tears even as Dean sank to the bed behind where he stood. Sam's bed.

"Sammy."

"We're gonna get him back. I promise ya that." Bobby said as he put the picture face down on the small table between the beds. Dean picked it up and put it in his shirt pocket.

"They're gonna pay." Dean said, even as he held a hand to the picture of his battered brother that rested over his heart. Dean stood from the bed and headed towards the door.

"Now where are you goin?"

"Out lookin' for information. Stay here. I'll be in touch."

"Dean."

"No Bobby. I have to do something. He's my brother!"

"I'll try some things here. If I find out anything…"

"I will too." Dean left.

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The hunter stepped back up to Sam's limply hanging body. His face was a mottled shade of red-purple and his lips were blue. Veins stood out on his forehead. His eyes were still closed and his feet had begun twitching slightly as he hung from both the rope and the chains holding him prisoner. The hunter quickly raised the knife and sliced through the rope. Sam fell as far as the chains would allow, his dislocated shoulder giving another pop as a ligament tore. He drew a strangled breath and continued to wheeze, remaining unconscious.

"Can't let you die. The boss wouldn't be happy." The hunter pulled back a meaty fist after sheathing his bloody bowie knife and punched Sam in the stomach hard. The air that Sam was fighting for was pushed from his body as Sam swung on his chains, his boots scraping the floor.

The other demon possessed man came inside the room and looked at the other one. "Does she want to go out? Tease the brother?" The scarred hunter asked the small man.

"She knows where he is. She is the best tracker his side has. Should we leave him?" The small man asked, nodding to an unconscious Sam.

"He's not going anywhere." The ham fisted hunter punched Sam in the stomach again and then caught him with an uppercut that had him jostling on his chains. Blood gushed down his chin from his nose as his head jerked back and then fell forward from the blow. The big man turned away from the smaller, wiry one and left the room. The other man cast a glance back at the young Winchester as the blood bubbled with every ragged breath he took and expelled. The demon possessed man's eyes changed and he put a hand to his head, for the first time in two weeks in full control of his body. He touched Sam's cheek.

"I'm so sorry, Sammy. I'll find a way to help you. Ahhh…" Joshua stumbled and stood straight again, a smirk forming on his face as the demon within gained control again. Joshua railed against the demon, trying to get free again. "Don't hurt him you Sonofabitch!" The demon pushed back and inflicted mental pain on Joshua as his essence hid in a dark corner of his mind curled up in a ball. The demon controlling Joshua's body forced him to the surface enough to watch but gave him no control. Joshua watched his hands repeatedly strike Sam. Joshua heard one of Sam's ribs crack. "Stop! Stop hurting him! STOP MAKING ME HURT HIM!!" The demon stood back again, in full control, and laughed a long deep laugh. He caught unconscious Sam by the chin and raised his face. It was a bloody mess now, his nose broken, both eyes blackening and three separate cuts oozing the precious life giving fluid down the sides of his face to coat is neck and chest. Sam sucked in a rasping breath, remaining unconscious. Joshua let his head fall back to his chest and stalked from the room.

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Dean found the nearest bar and went inside, taking a seat at the corner of the bar where he could watch everyone who comes through the door and also everyone already there. The bartender came over to him. "What'll ya have, dude?" Dean looked at the barkeep and appraised the man instantly. He was someone used to hearing everyone's troubles. He got a lot of people who told him sob stories while nursing a beer until closing time.

"Just a beer, thanks. What do ya have on tap?"

"Bud light."

"That'll work." The bartender soon returned, plunking down a pint glass mug with amber looking liquid inside. He looked Dean over.

"You new in town?"

"Just passing through. Road trip with my kid brother."

"He old enough to drink?"

Dean sipped his beer and nodded. "He's a lightweight though. He stayed at the motel because I was agitating him." Dean checked over the new arrivals as the door opened. He vaguely wondered why he felt the need to talk to this man.

"What's your name?" The bartender asked. "I'm Mike."

"Dean."

The newcomers motioned to him, signaling for a bottle of Jack and four glasses. He sat the requested items on the bar and a waitress came to get them. She took them over and Dean watched as the door opened again. Dean stiffened almost imperceptibly but Mike had turned his attention back to him and caught the movement. "You okay Dean?"

"Huh, yeah."

He watched as the woman and the big guy came up to the bar to stand beside him.

"What'll ya have?" Mike asked them.

"Sam Adams." The woman said. Dean suppressed the urge to flinch as she looked at him.

"Make mine a Flat liner." The big man with the scar said before looking with a leer in Dean's direction. The third one came up and looked at Dean before turning to the bartender.

"Gimme a Colt 45 Malt." He said, glancing at Dean again. Dean got up, dropped five dollars onto the bar, nodded at Mike and walked to the bathroom. The big hunter made a move to follow but Joshua stopped him.

Joshua's eyes turned black for the merest of seconds as he glared at the other man as if to say I've got this one. He turned and went to the bathroom. He opened the door and went in. Dean had him pinned to a wall before he knew what was happening. Holy water sprayed into his face from a hip flask that Dean brandished.

He sizzled and the demon screamed, fleeing from the blessed water. Dean pocketed the flask and drew the Colt from his waistband. "Guhh, Dean!" Joshua's eyes searched Dean's and Dean returned the favor, but kept the Colt pressed against his chest. "Dean, it's me right now!"

"Do you really think I'm that stupid? You're freakin' possessed and playin' me you sonofabitch. Where the hell is my brother?! I'm gonna exorcise your ass straight back to freaking hell for good with this gun if you don't TELL ME NOW!"

Joshua moved and Dean cocked the Colt, still holding it flush against his chest. Josh moved slowly and pulled a necklace out from under his shirt. Dean cast a glance at it and then looked at Joshua's eyes again. Fear was there. Dean stepped back but still held the gun on him.

"Listen to me Dean. It's in me but I can get control once in a while. I had the charm when it took me and the others. The demons in the others are dangerous and have full control of the hunters. We got ambushed two weeks ago. I still have some control and I don't think the demon knows that I do. I'm not safe to be around. I can't stop it once it wants control. I have to tell you that Sam needs you bad. He's hurt and I… this thing inside me helped to hurt him. I'm sorry for that but I'm trying to make up for it now." Josh stopped speaking and shook his head as if suddenly confused. A hand shot to his temple and fear flared in his eyes. "It's... kid, GO!"

"Where's Sam? Josh…."

"Aarghh! GO DAMNIT! I can't fight it! It knows that Ruby is in town. Find her and you can find us….. Dean, stop me when you do. I can't live like this… Ahhh! GO!"

Dean turned and ran from the bathroom. He left the bar at a fast clip. Joshua came out right behind and returned to the others who looked at him as if to ask did you deliver the message?

Joshua nodded mutely even as his eyes turned black for the others alone to see. They got up and left the bar in time to see the Impala screech out of the parking lot. Mike followed them out of the bar.

"Hey, you didn't pay for your drinks!" Three pairs of black eyes turned to leer at Mike. He swallowed hard. "Uh, for-g-get it, on the house!" He turned and walked quickly back inside.

The three demons laughed at the fear the human gave off. Suddenly they stilled, heads raised as if sniffing the air. The woman looked at the others with fear in her black eyes. "The boss is in town." They got into the big black truck that belonged to the smaller man and took off back to the farm house that held their prisoner. This was going to be fun and they didn't want to miss it. As they drove down the road the sky darkened and fear streaked through them of the powerful and obviously angry demon responsible for the lashing storm that surrounded the farmhouse five miles outside town.

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Sam opened his eyes to the merest of slits when light penetrated his eyelids from the opening door of the room he was being kept in. Everything hurt and his throat felt swollen. It was difficult to draw in air he desperately needed. His mouth worked to say something as he struggled to raise his head when he felt someone walk up to him. His chin fell back against his chest and he saw a blurry image of a noose's knot resting just beneath his chin. He tried to raise his head again but failed miserably only to have it grasped by his hair and jerked up unmercifully.

"Well, well. Looks like they started the fun without me. Too bad, I was hoping you'd be more fun to break into a sobbing pile of bones. Shame you're not fully conscious. " Sam's eyes opened a small amount, all they would against the swelling, and he drew another ragged breath, trying to rouse himself. He felt that this thing in front of him was dangerous and while his mind was screaming at him, he couldn't get the barest of reactions out of his body. He was at their mercy.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Please don't forget to let me know what you thought. Next chapter will be up tomorrow.