So here it is chapter 2! Sorry for the long wait, I've been so busy with stuff, like university, that it has consumed my life. Thankfully a review reminded me to update this story cause people are actually waiting for it! I love it!

Anyways the normal disclaimer- i own nothing except my own characters and I suppose the plot...

Thanks to al who reviewed in the first chapter.

This has some course language and implies violence just to let you know.

Chapter 2- CARL

Sam was sitting in the back of a van driving through the country, with a family he had just minutes ago met. He had no idea where he was going, but he was definitely not looking forward to it. Each minute he was driving further and further away from his family, from Dean. Sam's stomach hurt, he didn't know if it was because he was hungry or the fact that he may never see his big brother again. It must be because I'm hungry, Marcus promised me that I'd get to see my family again.

"Do you want to play a game?" the little girl who was sitting down beside him brightly questioned.

Sam looked down at her, her name was Jordan, a bright child about 7 and also a foster child of his newly appointed "parents", Carl and Pauline.

He let a long sigh, "Sure"

"Don't be sad, they took me away from my mommy too was she was a bad person. If your daddy isn't a bad person, you'll be back to him." She smiled, " SO want to play I spy?"

"Yeah, sure." He felt his lips curve into a small grin, he was beginning to like Jordon even after only knowing her for a short while.

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"Okay kids, we're home!" Pauline chimed, turning in her seat to smile at the two in the back. An all to happy smile plastered on her wrinkled face. Sam felt a twang of nervousness from the pit of stomach. Something was off, his instincts were telling him not to trust his new foster parents.

Sam hauled himself out of the van with Jordan in tow. Carl, already up by the front door called down, "Jordan, show your new brother around and to his room." Then entered the house without a second glance.

"I'm going to go and get some groceries for dinner, I'll be back soon." Pauline said, getting into the drivers side of the van and leaving.

Well, that seems responsible Sam thought, just leave a seven year old to show me around the house.

"Come on Sam, I'll show you to your room." Jordon said, grabbing Sam by the hand. Sam felt a sudden warmness spread throughout his body, he allowed the young girl to guide him to the front door.

They entered what seemed to be the normal, run of the mill, standard house. The walls were decorated in pales creams and were warming but Sam still had this feeling of foreboding danger. Something was off with this house but he pushed the idea of that to the back of his mind, he would worry about the thought later.

Sam let himself be pulled to a large room in the up stairs hall of his new foster parents house. It was a large room painted in a light blue, the walls lightly decorated in painting of boats and fire trucks, the wallpaper also mimicking the themes. He looked in the corner of the room, where a toy box sat, full to the brim with children's toys. Before he could questions what they were there for, Jordon spoke.

"Carl and Pauline had a son who died a few years ago. They told me about it when I first got here, cause they didn't want me to come into the room because I might move stuff."

"Move stuff?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah, when I got here last year, the toys were all over the place and Pauline said for me to not go into their sons room because he might come back to play without this stuff, but as soon as they were told about you the other day, they cleaned it. So now I'm allowed in it. Unless you don't want me too." She shyly added, looking up at Sam.

"You can come in if you want I don't mind."

Jordon's face lit up, "REALLY?"

"Yeah"

"I've never had a big brother before, are you going to be mean?" She asked.

"What? No, I won't be mean to you." Sam quickly assured her.

"Oh…" Jordon looked Sam up and down assessing him. "My friends all say that their big brothers are mean to them and they never let them play with them. Will you let me play with you and stuff?" Sam nodded, "yay!"

"You know Jordon, not all big brothers are mean. My big brother is the best, he always used to let me play with him." This thought bringing a smile to his face, "I think I should call him to let him know that I'm okay, he and dad are probably freaking out." He went to turn to the door to go to the phone that he past while coming here, when Jordon grasped his arm.

"NO. We aren't allowed to use the phone or you'll get in trouble." She whispered.

Sam peered into the small girls face and noticed the fear in her eyes. "What do you mean, we'll get in trouble?"

"We just will, you got to follow the rules here or you'll get in trouble and that's bad." She ended the sentence unsurely and Sam was positive that she wanted to tell him more.

"Jordon, tell me……" he never got to finish his sentence before he and Jordon were called downstairs by Carl.

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Sam walked into the kitchen were Carl sat at the table, a package sitting in front of him. He gestured for Sam to take a seat and turned to Jordon who was standing in the doorway.

"Jordon, sweetie. Go to your room and don't come out 'till I call you." Carl ordered gently in a voice that was fake. Jordon visibly hesitated before turning to leave and Carl snapped, "NOW!"

Sam, who was sitting across from Carl, flinched at the harshness of the command and began to tell Carl off when Carl turned to him.

"Shut it." Carl snarled. "You are in my house now and I don't give a damn of what you have to say." Sam paled, he knew something was off and this proved it.

"I'm going to lay down the rules to you Sammy." Sam flinched at the pet name, he only allowed Dean to call him that but decide to let it slip because he had no clue what Carl would do to him if he rebutted it. "IN my house, you always listen to me, if I tell you something and the wife say something else, you always listen to me unless told otherwise. You will do your chores daily, the list will be posted on the fridge. You are not to use the phone, unless you want a severe punishment. You will go to and from school, which is only a mile walk from here with the brat and you will have absolutely NO conversations with anyone between the time you leave school and get home." He reached into the box sitting on the table, pulling out small device. "This is a recorder, it will measure where you go, it'll let me know if you have gone any further than the road while traveling to and from school. It also will record your every conversation, and movement. If you dare speak to anyone about how I run my household, I will beat the every living shit out of you and make it look like an accident. If you dare try to contact that pathetic excuse of a family I will kill you. DO you understand me?"

Sam sat there in shock.

"DO YOU, BOY!?"

"yes, sir."

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Dean sat with his head in his hand while his father paced around the apartment. He was lost; he didn't know what to do. His little brother whom he swore to protect was taking away from him because he left for a stupid hunt.

"Dad, we have to get him back." Dean mumbled.

"I know, we just have to wait a few hours before going, get the police off our backs." John replied, still pacing the apartment.

"How are we going to find him, I've tried his cell, its been taking away from him and given to the police. We don't know who the family is, or where they live. How the fuck are we going to get my baby brother back?" Dean screamed, letting his emotions run free. He wanted this Sammy back with him now, he wanted to make sure nothing was wrong that he was okay because Dean's big brother senses were going nuts.

"You watch you language young man, losing your head will not get Sam back nor will it get the cops off our backs. If they see you lose your head, they'll take Sam further away." John spouted, worry lines etching in his face.

"This is just not fair, the one time we leave Sammy alone in this hick town, he gets hospitalized and taken from us." Dean took a breath, "Dad, I…we….need to find him soon. Something must be wrong with him if he just passed out like that." Dean ran a hand through his hair, it had only been three hours and he was going crazy, he needed to get Sam back.

John walked over to the window and peered out, "The cops are gone, come here Dean. I've got a plan."

Dean walked over his father, when his cell rang.

"Hello?"

"Dean?"

"Yeah."

"It's me officer Belding, I just wanted to let you know that I've scheduled a meeting between you and your brother for tomorrow at 4, in the hospital parking lot. There will be cops there and I'm sorry but you father isn't permitted to be there. So, I will have cops coming by to escort you there and back."

"Okay," "See you then tomorrow." They called ended.

Dean looked down at his phone. John walked over to him, "Who was that?"

"That was that Belding guy from earlier today, he set up a meeting for me to meet with Sammy tomorrow at four but you can't come. He's having me escort and you watched. Damn Dad, this screws everything we can't get him tonight. If we do, and they find Sammy and us missing they'll know what happened to him and we'll be hunted down."

"Then we wait till tomorrow night Dean."

Dean punched the wall, but I want him back now.

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Sam sat in his room utterly terrified, the recording thing wrapped around his waste, heavy and irremovable. He needed to get a hold of Dean and Dad so that he could get out of here as soon as possible. How the hell am I going to get out of here, they got me on locked down except for the traveling to and from school. I suppose I could make a run for it during then, but…Sam's thoughs are interrupted by the sound of a sniffle.

"Jordon?"

"I know you're thinking about running." She enters the room, "it's not going to work. I've tried, they got this thing," Pointing to Sam's waist, "to work like an alarm, they know when you leave the designated course and they come a get you and then when you get home they hurt you." Jordon explained. "Please don't leave me alone with them anymore." She started crying. Sam realized that this girl was extraordinarily smart and attached to him. She must also have one of these belts, she seemed to be talking about it from experience.

"I won't" He motioned for Jordon to sit with him, she did and they sat there in silence.

"You promise?" Looking up at Sam.

"Promise."

Just then, the two of them heard footsteps thumping down the hallway to Sam's room. Carl came in to view, a phone in hand. He placed the phone on the dresser by the door and stalked over to Sam. Grabbing him by the collar he hissed into Sam's face. "That's the cop you met at the hospital this morning to tell you about a meeting between you and your brother. You BETTER not breath a WORD about this family to him, or you'll have an unfortunate accident of falling down the stairs tonight and you'll never see the light of day again. You hear me?" Carl snarled his voice an eerie tone. Sam nodded.

Carl walked back over to the phone he had moments ago place on the dresser and in a calm voice said, "Here he is Officer Belding…. Oh yes Sam is doing just fine…no he was just in the bathroom."

Sam took the phone from Carl and it was like his brain was on auto drive. He answered in lies and absorbed what Marcus was telling him. Tomorrow, four o'clock, just dean.

After hanging up the phone, Carl snatched it way. "You best not tell you brother about his either tomorrow or I'll rip out your tongue." He stormed out of the room after the threat.

Sam sat there in silence, Jordon sitting by him in the same fashion. He had 24 hours to come up with a plan to save himself and Jordon.

TBC...

OKay , so i hope you liked it. I want you to review if you did, or even if you didn't let me know so that i can improve for the next chapter.

I'm goig ot try to update weekly, now that i have my laptop it makes it easier. BUT if i update weekly the chapter will most likely be shorter. So, let me know if you'd rather have longer chapter or shorter and i'll see what i can do


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