Gordon returned to the warehouse grinning. He had all the stuff it would take to make little Sammy Winchester spill his guts about the demons. He whistled as he entered the warehouse, but stopped abruptly when he took in the scene before him.

Sam was nowhere to be seen and Kubrick was lying in a pool of blood, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. Cready was beginning to stir in the corner.

"What happened?" Gordon demanded.

"Dean Winchester," Cready answered, looking with grief at Kubrick. He might have been crazy, but his heart was in the right place and you could always count on him.

Gordon didn't wait to hear anymore, but stomped out. He needed to find the Winchesters again. Sam Winchester could not be allowed to roam free.

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Dean found a motel and registered for a room. He parked the car right outside the door and then went around to the passenger side of the back seat to help Sam out. Sam was asleep. Dean hated to wake him up, but he could go back to sleep once they were inside. Sam groaned as Dean woke him and helped him to a sitting position. "Come on. We're right outside the room. We'll be in, in a minute."

Sam nodded and stood up, leaning on Dean. They were in the room a couple of minutes later and Sam lay down on the bed.

Dean looked Sam over and patched up what he could. He wanted to find out what had happened, but Sam was sleeping. He was pretty sure that whatever had happened had all been because of the foot and now that it was destroyed, nothing else would happen.

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Bela found out which motel the Winchesters had ended up at. She decided to go there and wait until they left, or preferably, Dean left on an errand without Sam.

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One of Gordon's friends called with the news that they had spotted Dean's Impala. With that information, Gordon set out to recapture Sam Winchester.

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The next day, Sam woke up to find Dean hovering over him. "Hey. Did you destroy the foot?" Sam asked. His hand and face hurt, but other than that, he was feeling a lot better.

"Yes. You have no more bad luck," Dean said.

Sam laughed. "I think it's safe to say I'll always have bad luck."

Dean smiled, "OK, then no extra bad luck."

"What happened to those two guys?" Sam asked.

"I had to kill one of them. I could tell the other one won't be a threat. His heart wasn't in it, just along for the ride. I left him cowering in a corner."

"I'm hungry," Sam said.

"I'll get you some soup," Dean offered.

"Thanks," Sam smiled.

Dean left the room and went to his car. He didn't see the pair of eyes watching him leave.

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Sam was drifting off again, when he heard what sounded like someone picking the lock. He bolted up in bed to grab a weapon, but he was still a little disoriented. The door burst open and there was a gun pointed at him. "You're Bela, right?" Sam asked.

"That's right," Bela said, walking up to him with a syringe. Still being a little out of it, she managed to inject him before he had time to react.

"What was that?" Sam asked.

"A date rape drug," Bela answered.

"You're going to rape me?" Sam asked, confused.

"Of course not. I need to get you out to my car and didn't think you would come on your own. You're too big for me to carry, so I'm drugging you. It will take about five minutes to take effect. For Dean's sake, you'd better hope he doesn't come back before we leave. I'd hate to have to kill him."

"Let's just go now, then," Sam said, worried about Dean. He started to get up.

"No, you might try something. We'll wait for the drug to work," Bela said. "Sit back down, or I shoot you."

Sam sat back down. He didn't have the energy for this. "What do you want with me?" he asked, realizing he had no clue.

"You'll see," Bela said.

Sam started feeling woozy. Bela walked up to him and put her hand around his arm and nudged him up. Sam followed her direction. "Come on," she said and led him out the door. Somewhere in his mind he knew he shouldn't go with her, but he just didn't have the energy not to.

Once in the car, Bela pulled out her phone and called Luke. "I have him," she said.

"Meet me at the airstrip," he ordered and hung up.

Bela pulled out a set of handcuffs and handcuffed Sam's hands behind his back, just to be safe. She started her car and headed towards Luke's private airstrip.

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Gordon pulled into the parking lot just in time to see Bela herding Sam into her car. He decided to follow her. He drove until she entered a private airstrip. The place was crawling with security. He would never get in. He would have to find out who it belonged to and what other properties they owned, to find out where Sam was going.

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Dean arrived back at the room to find it empty. "Sam?" he called. He checked the bathroom, there was nobody there. There was no sign of struggle either. He pulled out his phone to call Sam. When he heard Sam's phone ringing across the room, he flung his phone across the room in frustration. He had lost Sam again.