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Sam slowly opened the backdoor to the abandoned cabin and looked around. Ava had said she saw him get blown into pieces upon entering. Sam spotted a trip wire not too far where he was standing. Looking some more he spotted a second trip wire. Thinking carefully he backed up and pulled off both of his shoes and threw one at the first wire.

He got out of the way as the grenade attached to it exploded and he heard Dean's muffled screams. Sam winced at Dean's screams; he's probably thinking that Sam got blown up.

Sam threw his other shoe and the second wire and the grenade exploded as well. Dean screamed even louder this time and Gordon laughed with pleasure.

"Want to see what's left of your brother?" Gordon chuckled and Sam hid on the right side of the doorway and pulled out his gun. Once Gordon entered Sam quickly whacked him on the back of the head hard with the butt of his gun. Gordon tumbled to the floor and Sam hurried into the next room.

What Sam saw next filled him with an anger like he'd never felt before. First of all, Matt was on the ground, shaking furiously, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. But that wasn't the hard part, on the other side of the room his brother was tied to a chair and gagged, his whole face bloody and bruised. Not only that but Dean's shirt was ripped off of him, revealing not only bruises but many long burn marks, as if Gordon trailed a burning object down his chest.

Both of Dean's eyes were swollen shut but Sam could see a couple tears coming out of his eyes and his body was shaking as if he was sobbing. Dean was crying. Sam wondered if it was because of his injuries but then he realized that since Dean wasn't able to see at the moment he thought Sam was still dead.

"Dean!" Sam called out and rushed towards his brother. Dean jumped in the chair at the sound of Sam's voice and his head wildly spun around as if trying to look for Sam. Sam quickly untied him and got rid of the gag around his mouth.

" 'mmy?" Dean mumbled through already swollen lips.

"It's okay Dean. I'm right here, he didn't blow me up. Don't worry." Sam told Dean, quickly hugging his brother to him for a moment before letting go. Dean had calmed down now at the realization that his brother was okay.

"I'll be right back Dean. I just gotta take care of some business." Sam told him with a fierce anger in his tone.

First Sam untied Matt from his fallen chair and then walked into the other room where Gordon was knocked out. His whole body filled with rage at what this freak had done to his brother, he wanted to kill him so bad….But that wasn't who Sam was, he didn't kill.

But that didn't mean he couldn't beat the crap outta Gordon.

Sam threw punch after punch at Gordon's face and jaw, also using his gun to get harder blows. He then grabbed the rod that Gordon had left in the fireplace and trailed it down his body before stabbing him in the arm with it. Gordon then awakened, his whole body jumping up in pain before Sam knocked him out with a blow to the head again. Finally Sam stood back and spit in Gordon's face before walking back to his brother.

Sam eventually got both Dean and Matt out into the Impala (he had to drag Matt out since he was still out of it). After getting them both in the car Sam called the cops to tell them where Gordon was and then raced back to the hotel. There he was able to treat Dean's wounds and Matt had finally passed out. Both Dean and Matt were able to get some rest but Sam wasn't so lucky. He just couldn't get the picture of Dean tied to that chair and bleeding out of his head. Finally after hours he passed out from exhaustion next to Dean.

The next morning when Sam woke up Dean was still asleep next to him, his face even more swollen the night before. Sam checked on his injuries and replaced the bandaged on his chest, being careful not to wake him.

Sam turned to check if Matt was okay and found the bed empty. He peeked out the window to see Matt sitting on the bench outside their room smoking. Sam opened the door to come outside and Matt jumped. He turned away once he saw Sam.

Sam walked up to him and went to sit down when he saw that there was about seven cigarette butts on the bench. Geeze, so much for Matt trying to quit. Matt saw Sam's expression and quickly swiped them away. He took one last long drag of his cigarette almost regretfully and put it out, throwing it to the ground as well. He blew smoke out of his mouth slowly as Sam sat down next to him.

Sam knew why Matt had the panic attack back in the abandoned cabin. When Gordon had called him and told him he had Matt and Dean he said he was going to make Matt re-experience his worst nightmare. Sam remembered how Matt had told him about watching his parents get tortured and killed, this time he had to watch Dean get beaten. Gordon had also told Sam about the drug addiction to anti-depressants.

"It's okay. He's alive you know." Sam told him quietly

Matt shook his head wildly and put his head in his hands. "I had to watch him get tortured. I had to watch it and I couldn't do anything about it. I was too busy hyperventilating to even use my powers to help Dean."

"It's not your fault Matt." Sam told him sternly

"Yes it is. If I never came into the picture this would have never happened to Dean. All I'm doing is messing everything up in your lives." He said and reached into his pockets to grab a bottle of pills-his antidepressants. "Let me guess, that freak told you about these too?" He shook his head and dumped four into his hand-obviously more than the required dosage-and swallowed them dry all at once.

"Matt…we can help you with your addictions. Me and Dean. You don't have to go through this alone."

"No." Matt said stubbornly and reached into his pocket once again, this time pulling out his cigarettes. He quickly stuck it in his mouth and lit it. "I don't want you to" He said through the cigarette clenched between his teeth. "I don't want you guys to have this burden laid on you too, it's too much. I won't let you."

Matt then stood up. "I'm going to buy some more cigarettes." He told Sam and then left before turning around again.

And Sam couldn't shake away the feeling of finality that came with Matt's words.

Over the next couple of days Dean was able to open his eyes and talk normally although the swelling was still prominent on his face. He also had a hard time getting up from the burns on his chest.

What made Sam's stress even worse was the fact that when he went to check up on Ava, she had been missing. And he had found sulfur on her windowsill. A demon had taken her.

They were trying to figure out what to do next, or at least Sam and Dean were. Matt had remained very quiet, as though he was planning something out. Dean tried talking to him as well but this time Matt didn't even bother to respond, just got up and walked outside to smoke again.

Sam woke up in the middle of the night a couple days later with a bad feeling. He looked next to him and saw that Dean was fine and breathing. He calmed down a bit and went to look at Matt's bed. He was gone, and so were all of his things, suitcase and everything.

Sam woke Dean up and told him that Matt had taken off.

"That son of a bitch!" Dean growled "We try to help him and he just runs away!"

Sam turned on the light and saw a note on Matt's bed. He picked it up. All it said were four simple words.

Don't look for me.

Dean saw the note and scowled, he turned around to punch his fist at the wall, seething.

Sam couldn't believe it. After telling Sam not to leave Dean for a little bit, why in the world would Matt leave for good?