This second chapter is a bit longer than the first, but I still hope you enjoy it!
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"Goddamn it, Sammy!"
Castiel jumped slightly when Dean slammed his hands on the small table in their motel room and he could practically feel the anger and worry coming off the hunter in waves. It had been nearly three days since Sam had disappeared and Dean tried to push thoughts that his brother was dead out of his mind.
Sure, Sam had gone missing before, but he usually contacted Dean and lately he had been practically glued to the older Winchester's side. The fact that Castiel had been unable to locate Sam caused panic to settle in the pit of Dean's stomach. Where in the hell could he be? If something had attacked Sam, they would have found traces somewhere in the town, but no such luck. It was almost like he had fallen off the grid completely.
"Dean, I don't think Sam ran off." Castiel tried to reassure Dean and he nodded.
"I know, Cas, but something just doesn't feel right. I mean, why would he leave his cell phone behind? It's not like him." he grumbled, sitting down on the wooden chair next to the table. "Something must have kidnapped him. That's the only explanation that I can come up with."
"Should we contact Bobby?"
Dean groaned at the mention of the older hunter and he knew if they did call Bobby, he was more than likely going to grill Dean about loosing his brother and call him an 'idjit'. What other choice did he have? It was like he was scrambling to find his ass in the dark and needed a damn map. Dean sighed and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, dialing Bobby's number.
"Hello?" Bobby Singer's voice was gruff with sleep when he finally answered the phone.
"Hey, Bobby, it's Dean." Dean tried to keep his voice cheerful and when he heard silence on the other end, he figured he should explain his sudden phone call. "I have a bit of a problem. Sam's missing."
Dean could practically feel Bobby fuming through the phone and the older hunter finally released a heavy sigh when he heard Castiel arguing in the background. "How did you lose him? I swear you boys would lose your heads if they weren't attatched to your idjit bodies. Are you still in Colorado?"
"Yeah."
"I'm on my way. Damn idjits."
Dean snapped his phone shut and looked over at Castiel, who had his arms crossed over his chest. "Well, looks like Sammy's going to have a whole search party."
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The sound of a rumbling stomach cut through the silence that was pressing down on the cage and Sam raised an eyebrow at Marg. She chuckled lightly as she blushed and she laid a hand over her flat stomach.
"Sorry about that. I haven't eaten since..." her voice trailed off as she tilted her head to the side, thinking. "Well, I can't remember the last time I ate. The last thing I remember was having tea in my London flat."
Sam frowned deeply and tried to come up with the supernatural creature that would go through the trouble of grabbing Marg all the way from London. He supressed a growl of frustration when nothing came to mind. This was getting a bit out of hand. The thing that had attacked them hadn't shown up in hours, leaving them on edge. As far as they knew, they were completely alone in some dark room in the middle of God knows where.
Marg watched Sam from the corner of her eye, studying him. When she had heard stories about the Winchester brothers, she had been expecting someone who was an asshole or maybe gruffer than Sam. He seemed like a rather sweet man who had seen so much messed up crap in his life that caused him to put on a tough mask in front of strangers. Except that he hadn't done it in front of Marg. He had expressed nothing but concern for her well being since she had woken in this horrid cage. Sam Winchester was just a good guy who had been dealt a crappy hand and was trying to make the most of it.
"What made you join that new unit?" Sam's question cut through Marg's thoughts and she found him staring at her.
"Um, I was an detective inspector before joining the unit. It's like the English equivalent to a mix between detective and crime scene investigator. I guess I made a bit of a splash and the Queen noticed. I'm actually technically the head of the unit." Marg explained, feeling strangely embarrassed and Sam listened intently.
"How many are in the unit?"
"So far? Me and some university student who sets up the computers. Though I guess I wouldn't really count him as part of the offical unit."
Shock filled Sam's body and he studied Marg a bit closer. She didn't look very old, maybe a few years younger than himself and he found it deeply surprising that someone so young would be the head of a unit that dealt with the supernatural on a rather large scale. He also found it very strange that she was the only member of the unit.
"It's hard to find hunters who are willing to be exposed to the public." Marg seemed to know the questions that were bouncing around in Sam's mind and he nodded in understanding. "I was pretty reluctant when I was first approuched. I mean, it wasn't like I broadcasted what I did outside my everyday job."
Sam once again nodded in understanding, knowing how hard it was for 'normal' hunters and he couldn't imagine how difficult it was for the ones who had regular, steady jobs. Marg exhaled, rubbing her temples. Her head had been pounding since she had gained consciousness and having it slammed into the cage wall didn't help. Nausea rocked her stomach and the world seemed to tilt on its side as Sam caught her head before it smacked against the concrete underneith them.
"Marg! What's wrong?" he asked as he gripped her shoulders and when he tried to sit her back up, she shook her head slightly.
"I'm going to vomit if I sit up, love. It's my head." she practically whimpered and she closed her eyes, concentrating on not throwing up on either of them.
She felt Sam gently shift her and her cheek was suddenly pressed against something warm and jean-covered. Her face flared red when she realised that her head was resting on Sam's lap, but she was grateful for his warmth.
"Thank you, love." he heard her mutter and he smiled softly.
"You're welcome, Marg. I'll get you out of here, I promise." he breathed, his voice rumbling and she squeezed his knee in response. "We just have to figure out what took us and how to get out first."
