Chapter 7

It was two days later when I got a note through Alena's mail slot in her door. It read:

' Dean- You might be wondering where your brother and his girlfriend is…'

"Girlfriend?" I asked myself out loud. "Sam doesn't have a girlfriend." That's when I started to laugh. "Does that thing mean Alena?" I then continued to read:

'If you don't want any harm to come to them then come to 786 Mercerville RD at 2:30 a.m. precisely or else the girl dies then your brother. Oh and don't bring any weapons. Until then.'

My head began to race with images of Sam and Alena dead in front of me. Sam not telling me his stupid comments, and Alena oh God Alena, not seeing her eyes sparkle like they always do when the light hits them in the right place, and not being able to hear her sexy voice every time she says something even if it is a mean comment. You might call me a baby but I cried, I cried my eyes out. "WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT BASTARD WANT WITH THEM?!?" I yelled.

It was now 2:30a.m. and I was at 786 Mercerville RD. The house was a 17th century wooden place. I knocked on the door thinking the worse. To my surprise the door opened by its self. I walked in ready for a fight with a pocket knife in my left pant pocked and a 45 pistol. I walked until I saw a light. You might call me stupid but I walked in with the thought that it was a trap in my mind.

But to my relief it was just a room with…

"Sammy?" I said in a high and low voice.

"Dean? Is that you?" he asked for how could he know if it was me or not when he was tied up and blind folded. I got him down and for the first time in a long time I gave him a short brother hug.

"Man its good to see you." I said with just a little bit of tears coming from my eyes.

"You too."

"Do you know where Alena is?" I asked with hope that she was still alive.

"No. But I can tell you one thing, but maybe I shouldn't."

I looked at Sam knowing that what he had to say was bad news. "What is it Sammy?" I asked ready for the worst.

"Well I really don't think that you should hear this."

"Sam just spit it out already. God man your..… stalling." I finally knew that this was not Sammy. "Where are they?" I asked with even more anger than I had before. Cause now I hugged the Son-of-a-Bitch.

"Dean its me." It said but I knew differently.

"Take me to them now." I ordered. And it finally did.

I took me do to the basement where I saw Sam bleeding and hanging from his hands, with his face more uglier then it was before. And right next to him I saw her.