Sam and Bobby followed the tire tracks and determined that they headed west. Sam opened the Impala's trunk and began loading guns and grabbing the largest knives he could find.

"Sam," Bobby said."We don't know how far they went. It'd be like trying to find a needle in a haystack the size of China."

"I don't care," Sam said. "There's a group of abandoned warehouses about three hours from here. I figured we'd start there." Bobby shook his head. Sam turned to him. "You can either come with me or stay here. I honestly don't care which." Bobby grunted.

"Do I really have a choice?" He asked. Sam went back inside and Bobby got in his truck. Sam walked out a few moments later with a blanket.

"Never would've thought of that." Bobby sighed. Sam got in the Impala, started and sped out of the parking lot.

Hang on Dean, he thought. Please just hang on.

Dean couldn't take a breath. Every time he did, his breath hitched. So he took ragged shuddering gasps. Everything hurt. Warm blood ran don his arms coming from his wrists. He felt so alone, so exposed in this freezing hell. Meg had left him alone and Dean was grateful for that. He also knew it wouldn't last long. He pulled at the shackles, wincing at the sting. He twisted his wrists, trying to free them. They didn't budge.

Footsteps approached him. Dean hunched inwardly, trying desperately to protect himself. A warm hand touched his face, Dean pulled away.

"Dean it's me," A voice said. "It's Sam." Dean relaxed.

"S-S-Sammy," Dean shivered. "H-he-help me."

"Okay Dean hang on." Sam's hands went up to the shackles. Dean heard the rattling of the chains, then it stopped.

"Wh-what's wr-wrong?"

"You know what?" Sam said. Dean could feel him backing away. "I don't think I will." Dean was confused. Sam walked toward Dean so that his face was inches from his own. "You've done nothing but ruin my life."

Dean was hurt. "S-Sammy?"

"If it wasn't for you, Dad wouldn't be dead. Jess wouldn't be either. If you hadn't come and got me I would still be at school, perfectly happy instead of worrying about your sorry ass." A fist struck Dean's face.

"Everything bad that's ever happened to me is all," Sam punched his ribs," your," He punched his face. "fault!" Blood filled Dean's mouth. He felt he deserved this. Sam was right. "All you've done is hold me back!" Sam yelled. He hit Dean again.

"Ah!" Dean yelled.

"You know what Dean you are worthless," Punch in the gut. "A wasted pile of flesh." Punch in the jaw. Dean's face was being cut by Sam's blows. His eye swelling. Dean didn't want to see his brother's face. "You were nothing but daddy's little soldier." Another blow to the face. "But now daddy's gone. And that's entirely your fault too." Several punches in the ribs. Dean cried out. "You know what Dean?" Sam yelled. He walked over to Dean and pressed his thumb into one of Dean's many lacerations.

"Ah! Sam please!" Dean screamed. Blood dripping down his face. Sam leaned and whispered:

"I hate you."

"No.." Dean moaned. "Sammy-I-I'm sorry. I-I'm s-so -s-s-sorry." He started to sob. Sam backed away from him.

"You're pathetic." He grabbed Dean's face. "You can die here for all I care." He shoved Dean and left him alone...again.

Meg walked around the corner and changed back into herself. She drank in Dean's pain with pure bliss.

"I hope you can hear this father." She whispered. She walked down the hallway, Dean's sobs echoing around her.

Sam and Bobby heard Dean's cries from outside. Sam closed his eyes and tried not to puke. If he only knew he was the one making his brother scream.

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