A/N: The story starts to pick up a little after this, hope everyone likes it, it was totally made up as I went with no real destination in mind.

Chapter 3

Bobby just stood there, scratching his head and staring at the bed. The one thing Sam hadn't mentioned on the phone when he called and dragged him into the mess was the thin layer of sulfur that lay on the floor around Dean's last resting place. There's no way Sam could have missed the smell. To Bobby, it was a dead give-away. It wasn't just 'something' that had taken Dean, and Bobby had to contemplate very hard about what to do next. Looking at Sam, he knew he was going to be of little, or no help. Sam just sat there staring at the empty bed, shaking his head in shocked disbelief.

"This is bad, isn't it?"

"It ain't good, kid."

"What are we gonna do, Bobby?" Sam sounded like a lost dog, searching for its master. He couldn't remember a time that if he really needed Dean, he wasn't' there. He'd always been there if Sam needed someone to fall back on. But Dean had been taken from him, and it petrified him. He truly had no idea what to do, where to look, or where to go.

"I'm not sure yet, but we're gonna figure it out."

"You think a demon took him, don't you?"

"Looks that way, doesn't it? Don't think it was just some low level flunky, either."

"What are you saying? You don't think it's THE demon, our demon?"

"No, I think it's more powerful than that."

"You gotta be kidding me. You think we have another one of those bastards to deal with. How many of them have it out for us. Shit, Bobby, how much more can we take?"

As soon as the last word left Sam's mouth, he could sense that he was about the get the answer he needed. The presence he felt in the room was overwhelmingly malevolent. As soon as he felt it, the room went pitch dark, save for the eerie glow emanating from under the bathroom door. Every moment that passed, the glow grew brighter and brighter, until it almost lit up the whole room.

As the door creaked open, Sam just stared in awe at the figure emerging from the brilliant light flowing from the tiny space. She was a vision to behold. Her long, red hair flowed down to her waist, light curls cascading around her face. Her skin was a flawless, creamy ivory in tone, soft and smooth in texture. She had softest green eyes Sam thought he'd ever seen, yet the way they pierced through him made him feel cold inside. She was tall and thin, and wore a dress made entirely of snakeskin. The sight of that made Sam shudder, and yet, he was attracted to her at the same time.

"Sam Winchester, you have questions that only I have the answers to. What would you pay for them?"

"What the hell have you done with my brother?" Sam snarled at her, trying to hide the fear that was rising inside him.

"All in good time, Sam. Dean and I have some business to attend to, and if his results please me, I may return him to you, in one piece."

"Return him from where? Where have you taken him? I swear to God, if you hurt him,,,"

"You swear to God? That's a laugh! Do you really think that old man listens anymore? He just lets his disobedient children wreck havoc on the earth, and does nothing to stop it or prevent it. You can swear to God all you like, Sam, but I really don't think he's listening. Now please, one question at a time, and save your hollow threats for someone that may actually fear them. Your brother is fine, for the time being. He has agreed to play a friendly little game with me. My reasons are my own, and the rewards will be great if he can succeed. Of course, the consequences will be disastrous should he fail. He's fully aware of the risks, and has thrown his hat into the ring anyway. Where I've taken him, you have no way of finding, but I thought it cruel to keep you in the dark, so I've decided to give you a front row seat."

With a gentle twist of her hand, the motel room door and windows both locked up tight. Sam crossed the room in barely three steps, and trying the door knob, realized he and Bobby had been locked inside. Picking up one of Dean's boots from the floor, he hurled it as hard as he could at the window, the steel-toed monster harmlessly bouncing off and landing on the floor with a soft thud. They were trapped like rats in a cage.

"Now Sam, why would you want to leave when the show is just beginning? Don't you want to see how this will all turn out, for both of you?"

Another twist of her wrist, and the crappy motel TV burst to life, wildly flipping from channel to channel like someone died with a death grip on the remote. Finally settling on what appeared to be an old black and white movie, Sam's mouth almost dropped to the floor. On the screen in front of him was Dean, in a small little room, reading some note, and shaking his head back and forth, obviously trying to figure something out like his life depended on it.

"Dean!" Sam thought if he shouted loud enough, maybe, just maybe, Dean would hear him.

"Sam, you can shout until your vocal chords rupture, he can't hear you. He doesn't even know you can see him. That makes it all the more fun, doesn't it. You may just get a little insight into that steel trap of a brain he has. Just sit back and enjoy the show. Sorry, I didn't bring any popcorn for you, but I think you'll manage just fine without it."

In another brilliant flash of light, the bathroom door slammed shut, and the room was once again dark, the only light coming from the TV. And they were alone. The scene hadn't changed much either. Dean still paced, scratching his head, rubbing his chin, staring at the ceiling. The harsh light that had invaded the motel room now assaulted Dean's eyes, it nearly blinding him.

"Dean, I'm going to let you in on a little secret before we begin. I know you have a tendency to be reckless, not really caring what you do to your body. Just a little added note that you may want to consider before you shoot first and ask questions later. Since you and your brother share so much already, I'm going to let him share in your experience here. Every pain you feel, every bruise you get, every hangnail and stubbed toe, every reckless mistake you make, you will share with him, only he'll be receiving it ten fold. Keep that in mind. When you hurt yourself, you hurt Sam as well. You may want to try using the intelligence you were given, and I'm pretty sure you have, yet hide from everyone. You're smarter then you'd like people to believe, and now, I'm afraid, you're going to have to utilize it."

"You've got to be kidding me. Lady, if you wanna win this game, you gotta make it a little tougher then this."

Reading the note out loud, Dean just smirked.

"What runs, but does not walk?
What has a mouth, but does not talk?
What has a head, but does not weep
And has a bed, but does not sleep? I could figure that one out with half my brain tied behind my back"

"If you are so confident, there's the door. Find it, and you'll be one step closer to your prize."

She also smirked, knowing things would only get more difficult for Dean the second he walked out that door.