This couldn't go on any longer. Lena's authority over the people was proving disastrous with every passing minute. She'd said herself she'd executed almost half a dozen people who'd defied her. Sarah couldn't allow her tyranny to be the thing that would ultimately destroy the town's sense of security.

When it happened, she knew Lena had been behind it. She felt someone slam their palms into her back with enough force to knock her to the ground, and she quickly turned around to face her assailants. All men. Burly, gruff, murderous. They reeked of alcohol and weed and shit. There was no time for her to think, just to act. She brandished her guns without hesitation, scrambling backwards as the gang advanced on her like a pack of wolves. "Get the hell away from me," she hissed. In retaliation, one of them struck her in the face with a belt. The blow burned like fire, and she cried out in pain, dropping her weapons. She was helpless as they roughly grabbed her as she kicked and shouted and struggled. They were twice as big as she was, and had twice her strength. A gag was jammed into her mouth, muffling her screams, and her wrists yanked behind her back and bound with cords.

"Mmmph! Mmmph-mmmph!" She thrashed about violently, the cords biting into her skin. Lena's men whispered to one another in a different language. Japanese, she thought. After what appeared to be a mutual agreement, one of them drew a large, burlap sack. There was nothing she could do but struggle as she was roughly stuffed into the bag and thrown over one of their shoulders. She screamed as loud as she could through the gag, and it didn't seem like hours later until she was tossed to the ground.

"I apologize for the manner of which you've been…brought to me," Lena began. "I knew you'd be difficult, and force would be the only option." She paused. "Let her out of the bag and ungag her." The bag opened, and when the gag was removed from her mouth, Sarah took several deep breaths of oxygen as she was shoved out of it and onto the cold pavement.

"Why the hell am I here, Lena?" Sarah demanded, rising to her feet. "What the hell was so important you had to send your bodyguards to kidnap me?"

"You know you wouldn't come of your own free will," she said calmly, casually spinning one of her guns around her finger. "I killed Christian because he threatened everything I stood for – what Bright Falls stood for."

"So, what the hell are you saying?" Sarah refused to believe what she was hearing. Was she about to be executed for wanting to do what was best for Bright Falls? If she was going to die, she was – in Dean's words – going to go down swinging. "Are you going to fucking put a bullet through my head in cold blood in an illegal execution? Are you going murder me, as you've murdered several over this past week? You are no leader of this town, Lena. You're a politician, and this town isn't going to make it as long as you have your claws dug into them the way you – mmph!" She was cut off abruptly as one of Lena's men stuffed the gag back into her mouth.

"I'm sorry," said Lena, aiming the gun at her. There was a loud bang, and suddenly, everything was still.

"Dean! Dean, wake up!" Dean felt someone shaking him awake, and he jolted upright to find Alan and Barry towering over him. They were both worried. What about, he wasn't sure.

"What…what is it?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

"Sam's gone," Barry explained.

"What?!" Dean shot to his feet, slipping on his jacket. No, no, no, no, please no. For the love of god, please tell me Sammy didn't go off and go where I think he went… "How? Where the hell could he go?"

"We think he may have went to Cauldron Lake," Alan informed him, "to finish this – but he doesn't have the Clicker. It's suicide, Dean."

"I need to go." Dean brushed past the writer to the door, but Alan grabbed his arm. "Let go of me!" he snapped, jerking himself out of his grip. "My little brother's out there, and he is going to die if I don't stop him!" He felt his temper spike. Did Alan understand? Did Barry understand? Sam – his Sammy – was his only anchor to the world, the one thing that kept him fighting the good fight. He was his everything, his entire world. If he lost him again…Dean couldn't begin to fathom the agony he would experience. "Alan, please. Let me go. Sam's all I got. I need to go out there. If he's going to die, he ain't going to die alone."

"Are you sure you're willing to risk it?" the writer asked him. "Are you sure you're willing to risk everything for your brother?"

"Yes! I'm sure!" Dean glared at Alan. "Get the fuck out of my way, or I swear to god…"

"Let him go, dude," Barry said. "Good luck out there, Dean." Dean nodded and hurried out the door. I'm coming, Sammy.