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Sam and Dean have plans to kidnap me. I know this because the voices told me so!!

I am astounded by all the reviews I am getting on this story. Thanks to all who took the time to review, it means much! A special thanks to all of you who have stuck with me from my last story to this one! It means the world!

Thanks again to my friend Charlene for all the encouragement! You all can hate her though, cause she gets a sneak peek!!!!

Rated T for foul language and torture. Of course, there is Hurt, Limp, and Abused!Sam, Over Protective (with a bit of hurt!) and Fired up Pissed!Dean, and lots of angst in this story.

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"What do you mean there is nothing there? I'm telling you Frank, keep looking."

Ellen hadn't always been on the best side of the Winchester boys, she had, in fact, nearly taken out her anger at their father on the brothers. But all of that was forgotten during the current crisis that had struck the small band of hunters; hunters that had taken to venturing outside their venue of supernatural beings when one of their own was hurt.

"I have looked Ellen, and I keep coming up with a big fat zero! There isn't a person alive, at least that I can tell, that wants to harm Sam Winchester."

Ellen sighed. Ever since she'd gotten Dean's call, she'd been frantic. Sam was like the son she never had, though she sort of suspected, based on the reaction of their close-knit circle of friends, that he had that effect on most.

Grabbing out a beer, she slid it to Frank, a seasoned hunter that had been coming to the Roadhouse for at least a decade. He also happened to be one of the few men that John Winchester had trusted.

It was no secret that John, while well respected, trusted few. Some of whom were dead for their friendship of the man. But, that didn't matter, once that bond was formed amongst hunters, their dedication was to the death.

"Maybe we're looking at this from the wrong angle, Ellen?"

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe whoever it is that took Sam isn't really after Sam…."

"Who else could he be after? I mean, John's dead and Dean was knocked o……………"

Her voice trailed off as she tried to piece together all that Dean had told her.

"Frank … Dean wasn't conscious. He said the Sasquach knocked him out. If they wanted Dean, they could very well have taken him."

"Yeah, if they wanted him dead….."

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"Hey dad … "

Joshua sat in the kitchen in the latest Winchester abode, drinking a cold one with John while going over the plans of their latest hunt. It seems a demon had decided to possess a young girl and wreak havoc on a small town in Midwest Iowa.

John fell silent as his youngest, thirteen year old Sam, made his presence known. Joshua, while trying to remain unobtrusive, cast a glance at the only true witness to what had happened to Mary Winchester all those years ago.

"Yeah Sammy?"

John had looked at his son with a weary gaze, though at the time Joshua didn't know why.

"I um … this exorcism…"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, isn't it dangerous?"

John cast an incredulous gaze to his son while Joshua had remained quiet, though not without his own opinion.

"Yes, Sam, to the demon, it's dangerous."

"No, dad, to the girl it's dangerous."

"We're not discussing this Sam, not now."

"Then when, dad? When she dies because you were too stubborn to look for another way?"

John had risen from his seat, his face reddening, the vein at his temple throbbing … never a good thing where John Winchester was concerned.

"That's enough, Sam!!! I will not have you messing up this hunt like you did the last one. Now go to your room, that's an order!"

Joshua watched as Sam stared at his father a minute, contemplating standing his ground or backing down. But, Sam had just been a kid, so he retreated … but not without that teenage rebellion that seemed to be predominant in the youngest of John's brood.

"Yeah, always send me to my room when I'm right."

"That's it, Sam! You're grounded!!!"

"OH! Like I EVER get to do anything anyway!"

The slamming door ended the fight between father and son, though John stood there, fuming for a moment before trying to pull it all together by sitting down. Joshua sat there, saying nothing, but John raised a brow.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Oh don't hand me that, Joshua. What is it?"

"Not my place, Johnny boy…"

"You think he's right? You're kidding, right?"

"I think … you have an incredibly … intuitive son."

Nearly silent footfalls moved across the snow covered ground, following a trail that was almost too obscure to follow … at least to the untrained eye. Joshua, however, was hardly untrained, nor was he unseasoned. He was trained with the best, had worked with the best … and would have died for the best.

There was no question of his loyalty … to John, his boys, or the other group of hunters that were forming an alliance to find one amongst them. The same one that the demon might end up using as their demise.

Joshua didn't believe any of it. Sam Winchester was not what anyone would use to describe evil.

Coming around the bend, he met the bitter bite of a winter wind as he stepped from the cover of trees to enter the clearing that Dean had spoken of. Lifting a hand to shield his gaze from the suddenly startling sunlight, Joshua glanced across the expanse of snow to catch sight of the frozen beast still lying in the snow-covered earth.

"You'd think someone would have noticed that…."

His sarcasm was lost for he spoke to no one but himself. Pity, it was a wit that most hunters tended to use. Even Sam, on occasion, was good for a good old fashioned sarcastically biting joke.

With Sam on the forefront of his thoughts, the hunter moved through the clearing, his feet crunching through the mostly frozen blanket of white. Dark eyes scanned anything and everything, and while it appeared Dean did a good job at assessing the situation, Joshua didn't have a handful of emotions weighing him down at the moment.

Yes, in the back of his mind he wanted to find Sam, but he slipped into hunter mode so easily that it often became hard to tell that there really was a man buried inside of him.

He moved away from the beast of burden, instead heading toward the opposite side of the glen, toward the place where Dean said he'd see and heard Sam. Joshua looked around with a trained eye, and while the snow had covered most of the tracks, because it was partially frozen, you could tell where there had been a trail.

And thus the hunter of Supernatural beings became the hunter of something that might be far worse than any demon. At least they were upfront about their plots, schemes and all out demonic plans.

People were just nuts.

Glancing at the small indentations that had obviously been steps, and to the trail that was most likely Sam being dragged, Joshua was more interested in the trees. Moving to the ones closest, he eyed their limbs, their location, and most of all, just what the most likely spot would have been to watch and lie in wait.

"Now if it was me, and I was hunting myself a Sam … I would have started right about …."

And he moved, his eyes searching, seeking, and finally finding what he was looking for. Hoisting himself up, he climbed to the lowest branch that still allowed a person to be concealed, and came up with a piece of fabric.

"From a pair of jeans if I were to guess…."

It wasn't much, but if Joshua could ascertain where it all started … then maybe he could figure out where it was all supposed to end.

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It was the click of the door that lifted the fog and brought Sam Winchester back to the land of consciousness. It wasn't necessarily a place that he wanted to be. With awakening there was pain. More than he wanted to process at the moment.

While his ribs, back, and chest ached with a severity, nothing compared to the throbbing pain in his leg that sent sharp stabs of electric volts from the wound in his thigh to make each nerve ending stand up and scream at attention of the agony Sam was in.

As that lock signaled the door opening, Sam let out a cry of pain as his leg moved in an unconscious effort to get away from the madman that had his hooks in him.

The chuckle reached him before Sam even opened his eyes, before awareness even had full claim on him. It made him want to throw up the nothing that was in his stomach.

Worse. It made Sam Winchester want to kill just to watch something die.

With great care, Sam rolled to his back, the grunts of pain and the beads of sweat on his brow not going unnoticed.

"See, I told you Allen, he's a fighter. Just like his brother."

Sam blinked, he still didn't understand any of this, except that it had to do with Dean, and that didn't bode well with the youngest Winchester.

"What do you want with my brother?"

Dr. Murdoch grinned, his goon stood with his arms folded over his chest, but he too had a malicious smile on his face.

"It's not what I want with him, Sam, it's what I want to show him…"

His gaze so intent on the man who was his captor, that he didn't notice the other two who had entered the room until they made a move for him. Jerking back, he cried out as his left leg moved in his attempt to get away, the pain causing him to clench his eyes shut as a tear slid down his cheek.

"Work with your pain, your fear, don't let it overcome you."

Suddenly a fist lashed out, connecting with something soft and fleshy, causing a grunt that had one side of him freed. Kicking out with his good right leg, Sam fought with all he had not to get held in a position that would enable him helpless.

It was a feeling he couldn't stand, though he'd been placed there often enough.

All his life, it had been "Watch out for Sammy."

Sam began to wonder when it was time for him to watch out for himself. Or even better, where he would watch out for Dean. Maybe he wasn't supposed to; after all, he'd done a piss poor job of helping his father when the demon possessed him.

Even so, Sam was a Winchester, and thus every fiber of his being was fighting for survival, and that included punching and kicking his way free if necessary.

"Damn it, hold him still!"

Suddenly another force was behind him, an arm around his throat, cutting off his air before Sam even realized what was happening. His punching quit to grasp at the burly arm, his yells turning into strangled cries.

"Good, now hold him there."

The hold on his throat loosened enough so Sam took in a strangled gasp of air, wild eyes frantically looking around to land on the doctor … and the object in his hand.

"Noooo … Nuuuu…."

His struggle began for a moment, but ended just as quickly as the hold on his throat constricted once again. His face turned red as he struggled for air, the lack of oxygen nearly drowning out the prick on his arm and the burn of the fluid being fed into his bloodstream.

His arms relaxed almost instantly, the hold releasing, though the hold at his neck only loosened … the very real threat remained even as Sam sucked in a lungful of much needed air.

The world around him swam and dappled, making it hard to concentrate on any one thing. The sounds around him danced in a musical melody, though Sam couldn't very well understand the music.

"Whu … I …"

Laughter. He could hear Laughter. He even smiled as if he understood the joke.

"Talk to your brother, Sam."

He felt something pressed against his face, though the presence at his back didn't move, it was there, as if instilling some sort of force, unsaid but there, on the mostly incoherent Winchester.

"De…."

There was a sound, another shrill sound that made Sam try and pull his head away, but then it came, something that brought a glimmer of hope.

"I swear to God, put my brother on the phone or I will rip your heart out with my bare hands!"

"De……….."

His brain felt like it was floating outside his body, the thing pressed against the side of his face felt detached and foreign.

"Sammy?!!! Sammy where are you?"

"De, I…." He tried to look up, to focus because he knew there was something he needed to tell his brother. And finally, it came to him, the one thing he needed to say.

"M…sorra, De…."

The force at his back shifted, the weight on his arm changing until blinding white-hot pain ripped through his shoulder causing a scream to rip from his throat.

"SAMMY!!!"

"OH GOD!!!!!!!!!!!"

The voice coming through the phone was no longer heard as Sam shut his eyes tightly tears escaping the corners of his eyes at the pain that burned through his shoulder like a blooming fire of pain.

"SAMMY!!"

"Say good-bye to your brother now Sam."

"UHHHH!!! GOD!!!!"

"SAM……………"

And the phone clicked closed.

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Hope the wait wasn't too long! I thankfully survived the outlaw invasion! Maybe, with any luck, I can develop immunity to them!

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