Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed. I really appreciate it! :) I apologize immensely for the long gap in updates. Life has been insane and I am so sorry, but here is the next chapter.

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Sam felt darkness claim him as he heard his brother's broken plea for forgiveness.

Sam in his unconscious state could make out a voice begging him to wake up. Assuming it was Dean he tried his hardest to open his eyes. He blinked his eyes open and suddenly squeezed them shut as a wave of pain rolled over his body. A single tear leaked out of his eye and rolled down his cheek.

"Sam, open your eyes kid."

There was that voice again. Sam forced his eyes open only to discover that the voice did not belong to Dean but to Jamie.

"Oh thank god you're alive kid. I was gettin' a little worried there."

Sam blinked slowly as he tried to remember what happened during the 'second period.' Soon everything came back to him as another wave of pain claimed his body. Sam whimpered in pain as he realized how destroyed his right arm was and how much his head and leg hurt.

Jamie squatted down next to the chair Sam was still tied to. "Easy kid, just breathe through the pain...c'mon...you can do it."

After much coaxing by Jamie, the ten-year-old was able to calm his breathing.

Sam blinked tear-filled eyes at Jamie. "Jamie I want to go home...I want my Dad and Dean."

Jamie's heart was breaking for Sam. He had no idea how the kid was even alive, let alone conscious with all the injuries he sustained combined with how young he was.

Jamie had no idea how to comfort Sam so he just sat next to him as he wept for his family.

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Dean had been tied back down to his chair. Tommy had left to go 'get something' leaving Dean alone with his thoughts, which all centered around Sam.

Dean sat in the chair staring at the door to the room his Sammy was in, praying that somehow the two of them got out of this alive.

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"Boys!" John bellowed as he entered the apartment. Bobby followed close behind.

John's forehead crinkled in confusion when no sound was heard in the house. His boys always greeted him when he came home from hunts and they were instructed to not leave the apartment so he was at a loss as to where they could be.

"Dean! Sammy!" Bobby yelled.

Again no response. John could fear his heart clenching in fear. He made his way to the boys room. No sign of them.

John turned to Bobby. "They aren't here..."

Bobby could sense the fear for the youngest two Winchester's rolling off John in waves.

"I'm going to go check the park across the street...Sammy loves that damn thing," John announced before leaving the room in a rush.

Bobby decided to look around to see if he could figure out where the boys had gone. All the salt lines in the apartment had been undisturbed and the doors and windows had been fastened shut so it did not appear that something had gotten in and taken them.

Once Bobby entered the boys room again he noticed something. The boys room always looked the same no matter where they were living. Dean's bed was unmade with clothes thrown about. Sam's bed on the other hand was always made and his things were always very organized. Their room always defined the boys perfectly. However, something was different this time. Dean's side was a complete disaster, but while Sam's side was fairly clean and tidy there were papers scattered all over Sam's bed.

Curiosity got the best of Bobby and he walked over to the bed grabbing the papers. He began to flip through the papers, his heart rate picking up in fear for the boys' safety with each page he skimmed. Finally on the last piece of paper he saw the address of the house and two additional words written in what he recognized as Dean's handwriting: Pattern=Siblings.

Bobby dropped the papers on the bed as realization dawned on him.

At that moment John entered the room and saw the worried expression on Bobby's face.

"I know where the boys are Johnny. We have to go now!"

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During the drive to the Twickham house Bobby filled John in on everything he read. John was beyond afraid for his boys' safety after learning about Dave and the Jones' boys.

Once the two got to the house, they immediately grabbed some supplies from the trunk of the impala and quietly but quickly made their way to the front door.

Once they got in the front door. They quietly tiptoed down the hall to find Sam and Dean. However, a creaking sound behind them had them turning around to come face to face with a man holding a large wooden shelf. Before, either man could get a shot off, Tommy Jones had smacked the two in the head with the shelf knocking them both unconscious.

Tommy smiled down at the two. "Hello, I'm Tommy Jones, and you two are just in time for the finale."

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Dean looked up as Tommy carried two wooden chairs into the room and set them down five feet apart and about five feet from Dean's chair.

Dean glanced confused at Tommy.

Tommy smirked at Dean. "We have some visitors."

Dean's confused eyes changed to eyes filled with fear when over the next two minutes Tommy dragged in his father and Bobby and tied them down to the two chairs. Dean noticed the blood running down both men's faces.

"I'll be right back Dean-o, we are almost ready for the finale."

Dean closed his eyes as tears rolled down his cheeks. He was going to kill Sammy. His only hope would have been his dad, but not anymore.

"Dad...Bobby," Dean called to the two men. His calls turned into pleads.

Eventually his pleading paid off as both men groaned and made their way back to consciousness.

The first thing the two men saw was Dean's bleeding and bruised face.

"Dean," the two men whispered.

"Dean, are you okay kiddo, where's Sammy?" John asked.

John's fear intensified as he noticed the tear tracks on his eldest son's face and the way Dean could not look him in the eye.

"Dean?" John's voice cracked. However, before he could get a response out of Dean Tommy Jones entered holding a black object.

"Well looks like our audience has woken up. Are you ready Dean-o."

John and Bobby felt their hearts break as they saw Dean begin to visibly shake in fear. Both men wanted to know what the hell was going on and where the hell Sam was or if he was even okay.

"Here Dean, hold this for me while I go get Sammy." Tommy then placed the black object on Dean's lap. Bobby and John gasped as they noticed it was a gun. Dean whimpered as fresh tears rolled down his cheeks.

Dean turned to his dad. John was completely taken aback by the fear, pain, and guilt expressed in his eyes.

"Dean, kiddo, what's going on?"

"It's Tommy Jones...I've been hurting Sammy...but now's the end...I'm so sorry dad...I'm so sorry," Dean choked out through the tears.

"The end," Bobby whispered.

Both men instantly understanding what was going on, Tommy was reenacting what happened to him. Dean was going to be forced to kill Sam. John knew he needed to get through to his oldest if there was any chance of them getting Sam and Dean out of the house alive.

"Dean, kiddo, look at me..." Slowly Dean turned his attention to John. "Everything is going to be okay son...just stay strong...I promise..."

John could not finish his words as Sam's scream pierced through the room.

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Sam flinched as the door was opened and in walked Tommy. "Time for the end Sammy," Tommy laughed. "No please Tommy, please," Sam plead.

"Aw how cute Sammy. Well since you said please...just kidding...time to go."

Tommy crouched down and picked up Sam's chair. Sam immediately felt intense pain as his injured body was jostled. "No Jamie! DON'T LET HIM TAKE ME! HELP ME JAMIE! NOOOO!"

Jamie stood in the room. Pain ripping through his being as Sam's words pierced him. This was it. The young innocent ten-year-old was going to murdered by his own brother and all Jamie could do was stand and watch the end. Jamie followed Sam out of the room. He had promised Sam he would be with him until the end and he was not going to abandon that promise now.

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John and Bobby gasped as they saw the state Sam was in. There was blood everywhere and the tiny ten-year-old was covered with bruises. John felt vomit rise in his throat when he noticed how disfigured Sam's right hand was.

Sam spotted his father and Bobby in the room.

"Dad, Uncle Bobby..." Sam whispered in shock.

"Oh Sammy, they can't help you," Tommy laughed. "And time for them to leave the rink. They need to watch from the bleachers now. We don't want any distractions from the fun do we...and these two have been quite the chatter boxes and we can't have that." Tommy dragged John and Bobby out the glass doors. He shut and then locked them leaving the Winchester boys in the room alone with Tommy Jones and John and Bobby stuck outside watching everything going on.

Tommy then walked over to Dean and untied his arms, grabbed the gun and Dean's right arm. He positioned the gun in Dean's hand and then wrapped his hand around Dean's. John and Bobby struggled to get out of their bonds but they were too tight and their weapons had been removed. All they could do was sit in horror and watch the scene playing out in front of them.

Dean was shaking as sobs racked his body. Sam stared up at his big brother with fear-filled eyes knowing this was it. Sam heard Jamie whisper, "Talk to your brother kid, say something to him." Sam knew this was his last chance. "Jamie please, help us...please you are the only one who can." Sam whispered. "I can't kid, I just can't." Jamie choked out.

Sam blinked. He was out of options. No one was going to save him now. Sam blinked and fresh tears traced tracks through the blood on his face. "Dean," Sam whispered. "I love you...it's okay...not your fault," Sam whispered through the lump in his throat.

Dean sobbed loudly as he heard his brother's words. Dean felt Tommy guide his arm up to point the gun at Sam's heart. Sam tensed and squeezed his eyes shut.

Sam squeezed his eyes shut tighter, when suddenly he heard a soft whisper. "I'm sorry Sammy...I love you," Dean whispered.

Sam cried harder as he heard the words. Muffled yells could be heard through the door, and Dean's sobbing grew louder as the gun was set and ready to fire. Sam knew he was about to die and in one last attempt he screamed, "JAMIE!!"

Seconds later a gunshot was heard, followed by several screams, yelling, and a loud "NOOOO!"

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