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Chapter Two

The phone beeped where it landed across the room. Sam walked over to it and saw that it was a text message from Dean's phone. Sam cautiously opened the device as though it would explode in his grasp and his expression turned to one of horror.

"Who is it?" John inquired. He took the phone away from Sam and saw what had given Sam that horrid look. On the screen was a picture of a battered Dean; unconscious and bleeding. Under the picture were coordinates and a text message that read; Come to these coordinates. You have 24 hours. Bring Sam.

"Pack your things," John ordered, moving towards his duffel bag. "Sam!"

Sam was still standing in the same spot with that same terrified look on his face.

"Sam! Sam!" John yelled. Sam still didn't budge. John stalked back over to Sam grabbed his shoulders, shaking his son roughly.

"He has Dean," Sam says quietly, staring into space. John almost couldn't hear him.

"Sammy," John said quietly, all the air gone from his lungs.

Sam finally raised his head to look at John. "Dad, he has Dean!" Sam screamed almost hysterically. John cupped Sam's face and in the calmest voice he could muster, he reassured his youngest, "Sammy, we will get him back. I promise, Sammy. But we have to pack and go. Okay."

Sam looked up at his dad as if seeing him for the first time. He nodded and moved out of his father's grip. He walked over to his and Dean's things and started packing Dean's items that he had left on the bed and then packed his own belongings. John watched as his son packed up his brother's things with such care. He shook his head and went back to packing his own duffel bag. Ten minutes later, Sam and John where in the truck.

"Dad, where are we going?" Sam asked.

"We're going to Bobby's," John answered resolutely.

"Bobby's?! We got to get Dean!" Sam exclaimed, staring at John as though the man had just grown an extra head.

"Sam… please. I need to know where these coordinates lead to." John says. "We're close to Bobby's so we're going there, first."

"What about Dean!" Sam still couldn't understand why they would waste time going to Bobby's- they had maps in the truck- just to find out some coordinates.

"Sam! We will get Dean, but we have to be smart about it, okay. I want to know what we are walking into, okay. Trust me." John pleaded. "We will get Dean back."

Sam slumped back in the seat.

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Dean woke up on the floor, his head pounding painfully. He reached up and felt a bump forming on the back of his head. With a hiss, Dean pulled his hand away and saw the tips of his fingers were red with blood. Great, he thought, I'll probably have a concussion too. He looked around and saw that he was in what appeared to be an old warehouse. There was nothing in his immediate surroundings that could tell him exactly where he was, however.

"Dean Winchester," a voice said and the young man turned to stare at the figure in the doorway of the room he was in.

Recognition flowed into Dean's find as he stared at the man he thought he'd never see again. Anger filled every part of him. He was looking at the man who caused so much trauma for Sam. Dean forgot his hurting head and that he was bleeding, stood up and faced the man.

"You," Dean said. "You hurt, Sam."

"Yeah, I did." Johnson said. Dean was livid. "But it wasn't Sam I was really after."

"What?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, it was never Sam that I really wanted. I mean I needed him, but I needed you both. Cynthia screwed up. She was supposed to get both of you, but you were being watched so closely by that other guy, what's his name, Bobby. She couldn't get you."

Dean was fuming. He didn't know what pissed him off more, the fact that the guy that hurt Sam and caused him to have nightmares for months after he came home, or that when they were in the hospital they had let their guard down and allowed his little brother to get kidnapped.

"What do you want from me?" Dean asked, growling the question out.

"All in due time," Johnson replied vaguely. "Anyway, soon I will be able to do what is needed. They are on their way."Johnson turned and started walking out of the room.

"What? Who's on their way?" Dean questioned, anxiety filling him and pushing down his anger.

Johnson turned and faced Dean one more time with a smile on his face. "Your father and brother, of course." Johnson left the room leaving Dean standing in the middle of the room terrified and frustrated. .

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"Damn-it, Bobby, what was I suppose to do?" John shouted, walking out of the old hunter's kitchen.

Sam was sitting on the couch staring at nothing in particular.

"I don't know, maybe not split up," Bobby said. "Look, you can't let him get both your boys. I think you should leave Sam here." John shook his head.

"No." Sam said almost in a whisper. John and Bobby were still going on and on about the fact that the eldest Winchester shouldn't have left Dean at the library alone.

"I'm not staying here," Sam said louder. "I'm getting my brother back."

"Sam," Bobby pleaded, "Don't play into this asshole's hands. That's what he wants."

"No," Sam said standing up. "I know where Dean is. While you two were arguing I looked it up. He has Dean about five hours from here. I'm going to get him. Dean would do the same for me. He did do the same. He came for me, and I am going for him. With or without you. Anyway, it's me he wants."

Sam got up and walked out of the living room and went upstairs to the room that he and Dean usually shared when they stayed at Bobby's. He looked around and stared for a long moment at his brother's preferred bed. He could really understand how Dean felt when he was gone those four days. Dean had told him when he woke up that their room just didn't seem the same without his pain in the ass little brother. And Dean was right; the room didn't feel right without his jerk of a big brother. He sat in the room looking at Dean's things on the bed, and his hand went to the amulet that was around his neck. He remembered when Dean let him hold it.

Sam screamed and shot up from under the covers. "Dean! Dean!"

Dean was up, off of the bed and at Sam's side within a few seconds. He could see tears welling up in his little brother's eyes.

Dean sat down on the side of the bed. "Sammy, what is it?"

"I-I'm sorry Dean," Sam cried.

"There is nothing for you to be sorry for." Dean said. "Okay." Dean got up and headed back to his bed when he felt something grab his arm. "Sammy."

"Please don't leave me," Sam said through tears in his eyes.

It broke Dean's heart. He sat back down on the bed and took off his amulet that Sam had given him for Christmas. He put it around Sam's neck. Sam was shocked at what his brother was giving him something that he found so precious. Dean never took the amulet off.

"Sam, I will never leave you, I want you to hold on to this okay. And when you get those feelings that you're alone I want you to know that I will always be there. When you feel this on your chest, know that I am always near. Okay."

Sam looked down at the amulet and gripped it in his hand. He looked up at Dean through tear-stained eyes. "Thank you, Dean."

Dean ruffled Sam's hair. "Now try and go back to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

Sam laid back down still gripping the amulet tightly in his fist. Dean got up and went back to his bed.

"Goodnight, jerk."

"Go to sleep, bitch."

Sam sat on the end of the bed holding the amulet in his hand. He could hear his Dad and Bobby talking downstairs and a tear streaked down his face. He needed his brother back.

TBC

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