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Right now I'm 6 hours of driving away from Dad's motel. The further I get, the less anxious I am. I keep slightly over the speed limit. The last thing I need is to get arrested for driving without a license.

With the gas on the verge of running out I pull into an abandoned parking lot. I can't afford food much less gas.

I hop out of the car and look around. Past the parking lot and across the road is an old movie theater that looks like it hasn't been running in years. Next to the movie theater is a library and then a girly store called "Angie's boutique". Definitely not going to the boutique, but the library sounds like a good idea. I haven't actually been to the library all summer despite my love for the place. Nobody can hurt me there.

I walk into the small building and I'm immediately enveloped of the aroma of old books and coffee. It reminds of the old days where I would stay hours at the library to stay away from dad.

This place has few people in it. It's a small store with way too many books. You can't even see the walls because books line them.

I find a place to sit and take a breather.

Dean's P.O.V.

A couple of hours ago I was worried now I'm dam right going insane. Where could a little kid go on foot? By now he could be in Canada.

I can't think, I can't eat, heck I can't even breathe. Not when Sammy is out there by himself. If I know anything about that kid, it's that he's a magnet for trouble. Not only is he at danger from the supernatural world, but he could get hurt from thugs.

My breath hitches in my throat when I picture him in a cold dark alley getting beat up by gang. Sam didn't even bring his phone, weapons, or any food and I'm pretty sure he doesn't have any money.

With helplessness pulsating through my stomach, I flip open my phone roughly and press the number buttons. If Dad isn't going to help I know one person on this entire earth that gives a dam about Sam.

"Hello?" I hear Bobby's coarse voice utter.

I sigh from relief and answer," I need your help."

I picture him rolling his eyes, "What did you idjits get yourself into this time?"

"It's Sam. He ran away, "My voice breaks and a new set of tears makes its way to my eyes.

I told him the whole story while trying to focus on driving. The nice thing about Bobby is that he listens and he always has a game plan.

"Wait, let me get this clear? So, Sam told you John was beating him and then he ran away after you didn't believe him?"

"Well, when you put it like that." Gosh, he makes me sound like the bad guy.

Bobby states, "Dean, Sam doesn't lie and if he does it's to protect somebody. How do you know John isn't hurting him? You know how he's always parenting the kid like a soldier."

How am I supposed to respond to that? What if this whole time Sam was telling the truth? I swore I was going to protect him. I was too clouded with the idea that Dad was a hero. I push the gas pedal harder with one thought on my mind. I'm going to fix this, even if it means defying dad.

Sam's P.O.V.

I feel someone tapping my shoulder. I groan in protest. Why won't this person let me sleep? Wait a minute, where am I? I instantly pop my head up to realize that I'm in the library. Panic fills my lungs. Great I fell asleep while reading a book.

A man with dark brown hair is standing above me with a grin on his face. I'm happy that he finds me so amusing. Note my sarcastic tone.

"Oh sorry." I exit the store and enter the darkness of night.

I glance at my watch to see that it's 12 o'clock. I slide my hands in my pockets not really caring where I go. I take random corners.

It's been 24 hours without Dean and I'm already going crazy. I don't know why since I've been apart from him for longer. Dean and Dad are probably sitting down with beers having a laugh. I can't help, but feel rejected even though this is what I wanted.

"Hello Sam." A deep voice states behind me.

I snap around to see an old man. Well, he looked like an old guy with Botox. He sported an expensive suit and had grey hair. He looks intimidating and powerful.

I question suspiciously, "How do you know my name?"

This guy was bad news. The creepy part is that he stares at me like I'm a piece of meat. This guy can't be human.

"I know a lot about you Sammy. You get abused by your father and have to keep it from virtuous Dean. I'm going to propose an offer. You come with me and I'll take care of you like a real father should. No more moving around hotel to hotel. You can have a life, be happy," he holds out his hand waiting for me to accept his preposition.

Maybe it's his reassuring tone or his nurturing appearance, but I want to go with him. My well-being is drawn to him. I can't explain it. No more pain. No more hunting.

A part of me knows its wrong, but I can't help it. I need to go with him even though I know more than likely it's a trick.

I place my hand in his hand. He immediately smirks with pride. His smile is soon followed by pain. An iciness feeling washes its way through my body and rests at my heart.

I let out a blood-curdling scream that resonates in my ears. I drop to my knees and wait for the torture to end. The sharp chill settles down and I'm left with goose-bumps trailing up my spine.

I feel detached and remote from my emotions. Then again, I feel strong and daunting. Right now, I could kill anybody and anything if he told me. I should be disturbed, but for the first time ever, I'm feel alive.