1Chapter Four

"What's the FBI doin' here?" Mountain asked as he slammed Sam into the nearest brick wall of the alley.

Sam gritted his teeth together as the pain surged through his back and the brick cut into his back even through the coat. He looked up trying to think on his feet as he certainly couldn't deny the badge being that they had pulled it out of his wallet. He hoped they didn't look through it too closely though as he had a few other Id's with other names in there as well. Sam was about to make up a tale about just passing through when the door slammed open and the guy Mountain had referred to as Frank came waltzing out with the wallet still in hand now combing through it. Sam was quick to discard that plan as Frank tossed the handful of Id's at Mountain's feet.

"I'm not so sure's he's FBI." Frank said quickly. "And Nia's missing. Her friend Michelle said she left with a couple of guys."

Mountain gave the Id's a quick glance as his jaw tightened into a line of anger and his deep brown eyes settled on Sam again. Mountain's friend Randolph was standing at his back looking ready to take Sam's head off. " Frank go get the car." Mountains voice carried a hard edge that caused shivers to cascade down Sam's spine. "Who are you?"

Sam paused a moment not really sure if the truth was going to cut it here.

"You work for Vanetti?" Mountain near growled.

"Vanetti?" Sam asked in confusion.

"I'd start talking." Randolph laughed as he bent down to scoop up the handful of ID's.

"Look I don't know a Vanetti." Sam replied quickly taking that to heart. "My name is Sam Winchester. I'm a freelancer."

"What do you freelance?"Mountain didn't seem to be buying it. "And what does my sister have to do with it?"

"You're..." Sam thought of the newspaper article and this guys reaction. " Nia's your sister?"

"I know who my family is...what I want to know is who you are and what you do." Mountain spat back him as Frank returned with the car.

"I'm a hunter...me and my brother. We're both professional hunters." Sam replied quickly getting that feeling that whatever he said wasn't going to be the right thing.

"What do you need all this for, if you're hunting?" Mountain asked as Randolph held up the Id's at his back. "Must be big game. Pop the trunk." Randolph's sadistic smile widened as he did as he was told.

"Look." Sam tried. " I can explain it, but you're not going to believe me." Sam looked worriedly from Mountain to Frank behind the wheel to Randolph swinging the trunk open. Their other so far unnamed friend walked around the car and jumped into the passenger side.

Mountain pulled Sam closer to him by the collar of his jacket and stared him down hard. " I'm going to give you a bit of time to think about it. Then you better damn sure convince me or you're a dead man." with that Mountain proceeded to drive the point home with a punch to the stomach before he tossed a struggling Sam to Randolph and helped the smaller man shove him into the trunk. Sam nearly got his hand taken off as the trunk slammed shut and then proceeded to pound on the door until he felt the car lurch forward and he was slung into something in plastic behind him.

Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a small flashlight rolling over with a groan. He winced as his eyes adjusted to the dim light and he began to shine the light over the thick layers of plastic. He suddenly let out a scream of surprise when he realized that the object wrapped in plastic was a body.

Sam sure as hell hoped that he could come up with a story that these guys would believe because it sure didn't look like they had a problem carrying through with the threat that had just been leveled at him. He took a moment to calm himself as he decided that figuring out what he knew about these guys would prove beneficial in whatever he decided.

Mountain was Nia's brother. Sam leaned back trying to pull his body as far from the body as he could as he also tried to forget that the body was indeed beside him. The article had mentioned that Nia and her twin were not from around here. They were from New York. So ok. There was a sister missing. A family from New York looking for her. A fear of the feds. Goons who seemed to enjoy scaring the shit out whoever they met. Vanetti...Sam wracked his brain. Who was this seemingly enemy named Vanetti.

Sam sighed as his brain raced around in circles, until he finally remembered a newspaper article from the last time he was in New York. Vanetti was a Mafia boss. Sam closed his eyes in horror. They were mafia. Sam kicked at the trunk and hit the latch in frustration. How the hell did he wind up in a Mafia member's trunk?!

"I hope you can get out of this yourself, Dean." Sam whispered still concerned over the ghost's message in the bar. Now Sam just had to decide how he was going to get out of this...He paused looking to the corpse once more...in one piece.