AN: Bet you weren't expecting another update so soon, were ya? Thank Sammygirl1963 for it... she definitly spurred me on! ;) I hope everyone likes this one, don't forget to let me know!!

Sam had no idea why his head hurt so bad or why he couldn't move, but he knew someone unfamiliar was close by and that had him worried; where was Ellie? Trying not to give too much away, he opened his eyes slightly and found himself tied to a chair only in his boxers. Not liking where this could be going, he decided to make his wakefulness known and sat up straight, making sure he looked at his kidnapper straight in the eye.

"Good, your awake, not that it would have mattered, I was thinking about waking you up anyway." Jason said with a grin, holding a pair of pliers in his hand. Looking at the tool he pondered it a moment. "You know, pliers are very handy tools. If you need to fix something, they're usually the thing to use. But, I don't think they'd do the trick this time. I think this times, we need to really get down and dirty, don't you Johnny?"

"Uh, no?" Sam said while still trying to figure out who this guy was and what he wanted. "You know, I'm not one to rush into things, so how about we talk first… maybe dinner, a movie! You know there's a great one over at…"

"You know, you might have that nice family fooled Johnny, but I know the truth and we both know how this is going to end. So… how about you tell me what I want to know and I'll make it quick, not necessarily painless, but quick."

As he looked at the man in front of him, Sam knew that the guy wasn't playing with a full deck and under his current circumstances it would be prudent to play it cool, try to reason with the man, maybe see him as a person with a family, a little girl who needs him. "Fuck off!" he blurted wishing that he had listened to the rational part of his brain when he saw the insane look in the man's eyes intensify. 'Crap, I knew I was hanging around Dean too much!"

"Well, it looks like you're more ready to play than I thought." Jason said as he pulled his hunting knife out of his bag. "Good!"

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Dean couldn't help his irrational thought that he could run faster than the trucks to drive, but somehow he was able to keep himself from jumping out of the rig to find out. The firehouse had quickly emptied as soon as Ellie called, and now they all were racing to find out about Sam and how badly he was hurt. He couldn't help but feel pride in the little girl for calling him, while at the same time feel fear that she was basically helpless at home.

As they turned the corner and drove that last stretch he saw a beat up truck coming the other way and he felt resentment that Bobby hadn't been there to help his brother. What good were having other people around if they weren't actually around to help? Not bothering to wait for a full stop, he jumped out of the truck and raced to the front door only to find it locked. Not bothering to look for his keys, he kicked the door open yelling for Ellie and Sam, praying that they both were actually ok and that it was just some misunderstanding, or some drill that had gone horribly wrong.

"ELLIE!" he shouted as he searched first all the rooms on the first floor, then upstairs. Not finding her, he started yelling again looking at his friends to see if they had found anything. He barely acknowledged Bobby or Caleb who had someone with them that looked familiar but he couldn't seem to remember who she was. Running past them he started his search again, this time though he heard something in the kitchen.

"Ellie? Come on baby, it's time to come out now, I'm here." Dean begged, scared that something horrible had to have happened for Ellie to act this way; she hated hide and seek. The noise he heard was in a lower cabinet and Dean didn't have a problem with yanking it open if it meant he could find their little girl faster.

Seeing Ellie cramped inside was both heartbreaking and beautiful, and Dean didn't hesitate to scoop her up and hold her close. "Ellie, thank God! Are you ok princess?" he asked, quickly looking her over to make sure she was alright. Before he finished his examination though, Lucas and two others rushed in to tell him what they found.

"Dean, someone was messing around with a back window, and we found blood on your driveway."

"Johnny…" Ellie cried out quietly, bringing the situation home. Someone had Sam, and they had no idea where they were.

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Mary had picked her husband up from work and they decided to take a short drive around town to enjoy the sunny weather. Spending time together was something they never got tired of and they often enjoyed brief trips on their own with no phones, no neighbors, and no commitments, just them sneaking a few minutes away. However, their good feeling came to a crashing halt as they turned onto their street and saw two fire engines parked in front of their house, and they knew it has nothing to do with the Widow Taylor across the way.

"Oh my God, John!" Mary cried out, knowing that something horrible happened to either Sam or Ellie.

"Hang on Mary, let's get pulled over first, then we can run inside." John told her as he pulled the Impala to the curb behind Bobby's truck. He knew it looked bad, but it could be something as simple as a false alarm… or a practical joke… or… yeah, right, not in their family. Something was wrong, very wrong.

It didn't take either of them long to see that it had to do with Sam and the way both Caleb and Bobby looked it had to do with that crazy kid hunter who was determined to kill their boy. As they stood and listened, they heard Captain Smythe arguing with the Chief of Police about missing person's protocol and after another couple of minutes finally got through to the other man that there were signs of foul play, immediately changing the situation and getting a couple of officers on the case. Although it was a nice gesture, they already knew who it was who took Sam, just not the location of where he was now.

Dean continued to hold Ellie as she buried her face in his neck. She had met a lot of the guys from the fire station when he had taken her there for a visit while Sam was in the hospital, but having everyone in the house at the same time was really starting to stress her out. Knowing the only thing that would really calm her down was if she had 'Johnny' there with her, he felt at a loss as what to do; it wasn't as if he could suddenly produce his brother out of thin air, although wouldn't that be a lot better than what they were doing to find him. Frustrated, he looked around and noticed that the hunters were talking to the girl he'd seen before and she kept shaking her head as if she wouldn't believe what they were telling her.

"Holly!" Mary called out and walked over to the girl. "Are you alright, he didn't hurt you did he?"

Holly was shocked to hear someone speak to her other than the two men who had made a point of telling her how awful her boyfriend was. It took her a moment to compose herself enough to answer. "I'm fine Mary, no one has done anything to me, and I don't understand why everyone thinks that Jason is a bad guy, all he's trying to do is move his business here and…"

"How well do you know him Holly, where he comes from, what he does… hell what his company name is?" Caleb said in exasperation. He'd heard her excuses, her indignation, and even her own self pity for over an hour and already was tired of her speaking. In fact he was sick of everyone just talking and no one actual saying anything, it was as if they all needed to voice their opinions without having a true thought as to why they were thinking it. Letting out a frustrated growl, he walked out the kitchen door and stood staring and the small pool of blood on the driveway.

The Winchester's watched Caleb leave the house and they were troubled that something more was going on with the man. They hadn't known him or Bobby for too long, but they both had long been accepted by the family as friends, and Caleb's attitude was troubling.

Bobby saw the others look towards the door and knew that he needed to explain what was going on. Asking Holly to wait in the living room with the others until the police showed up, he turned to them and sighed. "Look, we weren't kidding what we told you before about Johnny attracting the wrong sort of people. Caleb and I felt lucky that we found him the last time someone had tormented him, now we're here and he's out there, and neither of us like the idea much." He didn't want to tell them how Johnny wouldn't look at people, just through them for days after being dug out from under the house rubble. He was sure that they wouldn't want to know that when the cops had showed up and drug him away, Johnny was the most accepting and compliant person that they had ever dealt with; and they knew that wasn't Johnny's way. They knew him as a tough kid who rolled with the punches and then threw some back twice as hard, it wasn't his nature to quit. Now though Bobby knew that the Winchester's had part of the boy's story, but it still wasn't something that he wanted to share. "Caleb told me once that he'd do anything he could to make sure the kid never went through that again. Now I'm not saying that things were rosy for Johnny after that, but I know for a fact that if Caleb could have kept him from some of it, he would have."

Understanding dawned on the Winchester's faces; Caleb felt like he failed, and he wasn't taking it well.

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Sam felt like he'd been hit by a train; not that he actually knew what that would feel like, but he could imagine since they were big, solid and fast. He had no idea how long he'd been in the same position, his muscles protesting, his bruises growing, and any damage that might have been done to his bones were screaming in agony. Not hearing anything close to him, he opened his eyes again and looked around thankful that he didn't see the guy around. He had no idea what he wanted, but he was pretty sure he didn't have the answer.

"TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO KNOW!"

The demand echoed in his brain like a broken record making him wish he could scoop that part of his brain out until he wouldn't remember it anymore. The guy was crazy, that had to be it… completely and totally nuts! Who else would ask the same questions over and over? Why else would someone want information about a demon that he had never seen before? The only thing that he could think of was the guy just liked tormenting people. 'Huh, not that this would be the first time.' He thought with chagrin, he should be used to it by now.

Looking down at himself he saw the ribbons of blood that was caused by the hunting knife being slowly drug across his skin, the swelling of his knee which matched the feeling he had that it was actually either severely bruised or dislocated, the burn marks on his legs where the maniac had actually lit small amounts of powder on fire just to prove a point. He knew he was screwed, but this really brought it to him at full attention. He'd been trying to get out of the bindings, but could only feel his blood trickle down his fingers, now though he knew his wrists were swelling as well from the abuse they'd been going through making him wonder how he had before the circulation to his hands would stop.

All in all, he was starting to feel a little sorry for himself. He was hurt, alone, and had no idea what was going on outside the room he'd been in for however long he'd been taken. He prayed that Ellie was alright, that she had hidden so they didn't know where she was, even though he didn't think the man holding him captive would have gone after a little girl; he didn't want to take that chance.

Running the events through his head, Sam could only conclude that he was being held by one of the over zealot hunters that Cade's dad had talked to them about. Now he understood fully just how messed up this whole scenario was, that this guy had picked now to grab him and try to push him for answers or some proof that he didn't have. Even six months ago, before running into his family, he could have easily been goaded into something, mainly because he didn't care. Sure he had Cade and Ellie, but they belonged to each other, he was basically alone, he had to stay away from people as much as possible because when he stayed others got hurt. Now though, he wouldn't give up what he had for anything. His parents were understanding and even loving, his brother knew how to keep him balanced involved with others, and Ellie made everything alright no matter how much he might want to bust free and go; she's the one who kept him grounded and at peace with who he was. He knew now that his family is exactly what has kept his 'freakiness' in check and their acceptance is what has made him start to realize that he is a person, not just some nobody that's easily overlooked. When he got out of there, he was going to make sure they knew that. The door opened quietly making Sam aware that he was no longer alone, that his captor was back and he didn't look happy how things had been progressing.

"Alright Johnny, I've been patient, I've been kind, so how about we start over and you fill me in on who the demon is and what plans it has in store for you, ok?" Jason said as he walked in the room. He had left to get the freak's blood off him and to get a few hours sleep. They'd been at it all night, but hadn't made any headway which upset more than anything. By know he should have gotten at least an idea of what the world should be looking for, instead he got the same answers of denial. He didn't understand how the freak in front of him could still be obstinate especially after the cocktail he'd given him several hours ago, but there they were about to go another round and deep down all he really wanted to know was why. How could something like the creature before him live when it was just a matter of time before he turned into a murdering foot soldier for hell?

As he turned back to his table with his instruments laid out, Jason was about to pick up another syringe when both he and Sam hear something echo throughout the building; filling one with rage and the other with hope.

"SAM! SAMMY, WHERE ARE YOU!?"