"Now, we'll have to wait for him to wake up," Gordon complained, annoyed at himself for his lack of control. "I'm going to go out and get some equipment to make this go a little faster," he said and left.

"What's he talking about?" Cready asked.

"Not sure, exactly, but I'd hate to be Sam Winchester right now," Kubrick said.

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Bela went to the airstrip where she was to meet the buyer of the rabbit's foot, Luke. She had thought of just not showing up, but that would have been signing her death warrant. He would have tracked her down, he had too many resources to fail.

"Did you get it for me, Bela?" Luke asked.

"No. The original owners got it back and destroyed it," Bela admitted.

"Destroyed it? Who would do such a thing?" Luke demanded.

"The Winchesters. They're hunters. Sam Winchester touched the foot, so his brother, Dean, destroyed it to stop his bad luck," Bela explained.

"Sam Winchester? I've heard of him," Luke said.

"Who hasn't? The Winchesters are famous hunters," Bela said, wondering where this was going to go.

"I heard Sam Winchester was the anti-Christ," Luke said.

"Yeah, I heard the same thing…from the Easter bunny, who heard it from the tooth fairy," Bela replied, sarcastically.

Luke's eyes turned dangerous. "We had a deal. The rabbit's foot for 3.2 million dollars. You've breached."

"The foot's been destroyed. I can't get it for you now," Bela explained patiently. "You still have your money," she pointed out.

"We had a deal. I know you can't get the rabbit's foot, but you promised something you couldn't deliver. That is unacceptable. To make up for it, I want Sam Winchester."

"What do you mean you want him?" Bela asked.

"I want you to procure him for me. It's what you do, right?" he asked.

"Sam Winchester is twice my size and has a pit bull for a brother. How am I supposed to procure that?" Bela asked.

"Not my problem. I want him within the month, or I will put the world's top fifty assassins on your trail. Understand?" he asked as he grabbed her arm and twisted it.

"Yes," Bela whimpered. She had lied earlier when she told him she wasn't afraid of him. He had more money and connections than probably anyone in the world. He was definitely a man you would be stupid not to fear.

"Good girl. Call me when you have him," he instructed as he released her. He knew she wouldn't fail. Bela had too much survival instinct and no cares about anyone else.

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Dean had questioned the people at the motel and found out that an RV had been parked in front of Sam's room earlier. The people even remembered the plate numbers. Dean found out the owner of the RV was a man named James Kubrick. His father had owned a warehouse that was now abandoned across town. Dean could only hope that is where Sam had been taken.

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Sam groaned as he woke up. He had a killer headache and everything hurt. "He's awake," Cready said.

Kubrick leaned down and pulled Sam into a sitting position by his hair. With his hands tied, Sam had no way to lessen the pressure and he cried out in pain.

"I want to know everything about the demons," Kubrick hissed. He actually hoped to get the information before Gordon came back. He knew that Sam was evil, but he didn't approve of torture and he knew that Gordon was not going to go easy on the kid.

"I don't know anything," Sam insisted.

Kubrick nodded at Cready who gave him a quick kick in the stomach. Sam doubled over but was quickly pulled up again by the hair roots.

"TELL ME!" Kubrick yelled in his ears.

"Hey!" Sam would recognize that voice anywhere and he'd never been happier to hear it.

"Dean?" Sam asked, just to make sure.

"Let him go," Dean ordered, as he looked at Sam. He didn't look good. Dean hoped it looked worse than it was.

Kubrick pulled a gun and held it to Sam's head. "Put the gun down, son, or you'll be scraping brain off the floor."

Sam hoped Dean wouldn't do it. He would rather just be shot than tortured anymore. "Don't," he moaned.

Dean had been about to put his weapon down, but when he heard Sam's pathetic plea, he quickly changed his mind and pulled the trigger. He hit Kubrick right between the eyes and he went down, letting go of Sam. With nobody holding him up, Sam crumpled to the floor.

"Back away from him," Dean ordered Cready.

Cready put his hands up and backed up. Dean kept his gun on him as he approached Sam. He didn't have anything to secure this moron with and he didn't dare take his gun off of him. He had to attend to Sam, though. Not sure what to do, he ordered Cready to turn around. He complied. Dean walked up behind him and hit him over the head with his gun, knocking him unconscious.

Dean went back to Sam and pulled off the blindfold. Sam closed his eyes against the sudden light. "Come on, Sammy. Stay with me," Dean ordered as he untied Sam's hands.

Sam was still laying down and had made no move to try to get up. "Come on, Sammy. We gotta get out of here and I could really use your help," Dean cajoled.

"Sorry," Sam whispered and attempted to use his hands to push himself to a sitting position. He groaned and fell back to the floor when the action reminded him of his broken fingers.

Suddenly realizing how much pain Sam was in, Dean looked over to his still-breathing captor and considered putting a bullet in his brain. Sam looked up and followed Dean's gaze. "Dean, no," Sam said.

Dean didn't want to fight right now, or cause Sam any more pain, so he helped him up as gently as he could. Sam groaned the whole way up, but managed to come to a standing position and leaned on Dean. Slowly they made their way out to the car. Dean opened the back seat and helped Sam to lay down across it. Then he climbed in the driver's seat and set out to find them a motel.