Sorry for the late update, I've been trying to get back into the swing of classes. Enjoy the new chapter! Remember: read & review!
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Pounding on the motel door caused Dean to jerk out of his light nap, the one Castiel had forced him into since he hadn't slept in four days now. Castiel sighed as Dean rushed over to the door and let a very pissed Bobby into the room. He turned to face Dean when he shut the door.
"What in the hell happened? I sent you on a simple werewolf case and Sam goes missing?" he growled at the younger hunter and suddenly, he turned to Castiel. "And even you can't find the boy?"
"No. It's like there's some sort of barrier blocking me. I might be able to get a general area, but even that could be miles wide." Castiel explained and Dean felt his heart sink.
It could take them forever to search miles for Sam and by the time they found him, it could be too late. No! Sam is not going to die! I won't let him., Dean's mind screamed and he walked over to Sam's laptop, which was sitting on the table.
Bobby crossed his arms over his chest, a deep frown settling on his face. "Look, this has to be more than a simple werewolf case. Whatever took Sam could be working like a werewolf to cover its tracks and keep its true intentions hidden. Have you looked at the bodies?" he muttered gruffly and Dean shook his head, looking away from Bobby's sharp eyes. "What about the autopsy reports?"
"I think Sam pulled up the autopsy reports before he disappeared." Dean growled in embarrassment as he opened the laptop and exhaled in relief to see the autopsy reports were indeed pulled up on the screen. "The victims are missing their hearts and it fits the lunar cycle."
"Much like a werewolf attack." Castiel stated and Dean continued reading.
"But this doesn't track with a werewolf attack. Seems that the victims had been deprived of food and water for several days before they died and it looks like they had been tortured as well."
"Definitely not a werewolf attack. Thinking it's some sort of sick witch or demon?" Bobby asked, causing Dean to shrug.
"I don't really know, but it seems that all of the victims were found in the same fifteen mile radius."
"That's a start."
Dean nodded and quickly gathered up his shotgun and duffle bag, shrugging into his leather jacket in the process. Castiel and Bobby followed him out of the motel room and all three men climbed into the Impala. The angel in the backseat closed his eyes, reaching out and trying to find Sam as they drove to the woods where the victims had been found. Dean suddenly slammed onto the Impala's brakes when they were a mile away, causing Bobby and Castiel to jerk forward and Bobby looked over at Dean like he had lost his mind.
"Are you trying to give us whiplash, boy?!" Bobby snapped and Dean threw open his door, stepping out. "What are you doing?"
Castiel and Bobby watched as Dean picked something up from the side of the road and their eyes widened in recognition. In Dean's shaking hand was Sam's jacket, torn and spotted with blood.
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Sam grunted as he twisted his arm through one of the openings in the cage and he jammed Marg's knife into the keyhole on the lock. He had been trying to pick the lock for nearly an hour now, finding it rather difficult to do from this angle, but he didn't want to move Marg again. Her head was still resting on Sam's lap and he could hear her breathing deeply as she slept. He had been worried that she might have a concussion, but she argued with him until she looked like she was going to vomit and he finally gave up, letting her fall asleep.
The cage was small enough that he had to bend his long legs slightly, causing Marg's head to press directly over his crotch. He recited every law he had learned at Stanford in his head to keep his mind off the fact that he was riding in dangerous territory. He could even smell the slightly sweaty and sweet scent of her hair.
Sam grunted again as he pulled the knife out of the keyhole and pulled his arm back into the cage. The previously pristine knife was now covered in scuffs and even the tip had chipped off. Sam flinched in guilt and made a mental note to buy Marg a new one as an apology. Something shifted in the darkness beyond the cage, causing Sam to tense. Marg felt Sam tense underneath her and her eyes flew open when she heard something... otherworldly growl. She sat up quickly, biting back a curse at her still pounding head.
"Sam?" she whispered, glancing at him and he held her knife out, readying to fight.
"Shh." he shushed her and she would have been upset by the gesture if it weren't for the fact that she could now see a pair of glowing red eyes outside of the cage.
Their eyes widened as they stared at the glowing eyes and when the cage door suddenly popped open, Marg began screaming.
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"Shh." Dean waved his hand at Bobby and Castiel, pausing their walking. They had been walking and searching for nearly twelve hours. "Did you guys hear something?"
"I did not hear anything, Dean. I can just barely sense that someone besides us is out here." Castiel said, tilting his head to the side slightly, scrunching his face in concentration and Dean felt his heart flutter with hope. "Unfortunately, it's not Sam. I believe it is a woman. She's in distress."
"How far off, Cas?" Bobby asked the angel, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"About a mile ahead. There is something with her. Something not from this world."
Dean's stomach twisted as they continued walking, this time more briskly. Maybe whatever had this woman had Sam as well. He prayed, for the first time in years, that his brother was okay. Castiel glanced over at Dean, hearing his prayer and he prayed as well. The thing that had the woman was something that Castiel had never encountered before, even before joining the Winchesters.
Castiel could feel Dean's distress, worry, and guilt and he could also sense Bobby's worry. Sam's disappearance was sudden and came without warning. Without a sign that something was after either of the brothers again. The mile between them and the woman began disappearing quickly the faster they moved and before they knew it, the sun had been down for several hours, the moon rising steadily. A woman's scream caused ice to run through the three men's veins and they hoped they weren't too late.
