Hey guys, thank you so much for reading my story. The website won't let me reply, but I promise, I read every review. Thank you for the support. This chapter starts out with hardly any action but I promise there will be some near the end. Enjoy!

Last chapter: "Hey, Bobby." Dean answered. "What's up?" Bobby hesitated.

"Ruth's missing."

"WHAT?" Dean just about screamed into the phone. "HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?" He ignored Sam's curious and worried expression.

"Don't lose your cool with me, boy!" Bobby hissed. "I was in the bathroom." Dean smiled, despite the circumstances. "I came out and she was just gone. Disappeared. And get this: I found traces of sulphur."

"Sulphur? You mean demons took Ruth?" Dean asked.

"Are you hard of hearing? Yes, demons, ya idgit! I'm trying to trace where they took her but if you could get back here as soon as possible it would be appreciated." Dean heard the dial tones as Bobby hung up.

Sam approached Dean carefully. "Dean…" Dean turned towards him. "Sammy, we've got a problem.

THREE DAYS LATER

Sam was sitting in the living room early that morning when Bobby walked in. He sighed at the youngerWinchester. He doubted Sam had slept since the two had reached his place. The pot of coffee beside him confirmed this.

Sam looked up and was about to say something when Dean walked in, a beer in his hand. "Isn't it a little early for a beer, son?" Bobby asked. Dean's answer was interrupted by a phone ringing. It was Sam's. Sam jumped up, knocking over a pile of books in the process. He held up the phone, his face turning pale. "It's Ruth."

He turned his phone on speaker. "Hello?" he asked nervously. All he heard was crying on the other end. "Ruth!" Dean grabbed the phone. "Ruth, whatever they're doing to you I swear I will kill every last one of them! They won't even know what hit em'!"

"Hey, Sweety!" The voice on the other end of the line sent chills down Dean's spine. "Whatever you do to her, I swear-""Don't bother Dean, I've already heard your poor excuse for a threat. Sam, I know you're there too. Look, if you two ever want to see this little cutey ever again I suggest you get here sooner than later or it might not go well for your lil' sissy." The threesome listened painfully to the punches and cries that ensued. "Hurry, hurry…." The demon said in a sing-song voice. Then the line went down. Sam sank into his chair. How could they let this happen?

"Dean, is there any way to find her?" Bobby asked worriedly. "Yeah, I can track her on GPS." Dean replied. He quickly grabbed Sam's laptop and found the website, immediately calling the GPS service number.

"Hi, my daughter ran away last night, I was wondering if you could track her phone for me." Dean paused, listening. "Yeah, uh, her name is Sarah Hammett."

A few minutes later Dean hangs up. "She's in California."

...

Dean pulls up to the house that the GPS had directed them to with Bobby right behind them. "She's inside?" Sam asked.

"Yep."

"Then let's get some guns!"

Sam, Dean, and Bobby walked in the door cautiously. It looked like a normal house. Dean motioned to split up and cover more ground. Dean walked upstairs, Bobby took the first floor, and Sam headed towards the backyard.

As he was heading to the back porch he saw a door that seemed to lead to a basement. He decided to check it out. After all, if Ruth was in trouble he didn't want to waste another minute.

….

Dean had checked almost the entire floor when he heard a noise behind him. He whipped around, gun in hand, to see a brunette standing in front of him. She stood closer to him as her eyes turned black. Dean stepped back. "What's the matter?" she cooed, knife in hand. "Don't like me much?" Dean smirked. "Naw, just not lookin' for any California Gurls right now." The demon punched him, causing him to crash into the wall behind him.

…

Sam stepped quietly down the creaking stairs to the dank basement. He heard nothing until he stepped into sight of his little sister. She grunted a warning through her gag as pipe came crashing down on his head.

Sam woke up with a splitting pain in his head. He looked down. His hands and feet were tied to the pole behind him. To his left was Ruth, silent tears running down her face. She had bruises and blood everywhere and he hated to see his sister like this. She didn't look as tough as usual, she looked, well, her age.

For the first time, Sam got to see the demon that had hurt his sister. He came out of the shadows with a grin on his face. He was balding, hardly any grey hair left on his shiny head. "Hello, Sammy! How nice of you to drop by!" He said, taking Sam and Ruth's gags off. "It Sam." He growled.

"Maybe you can give us some information that your sis couldn't."

"You let my sister go. She has nothing to do with this! You can keep me, just let her go." Sam said desperately.

"Awww, how heroic." The demon said with mock admiration. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you go."

At this moment, Ruth mustered up everything she had left in her and helplessly screamed out one desperate syllable.

"DEAN!"

The demon whipped his head around, glaring at Ruth. "How dare you…." He snarled, slapping Ruth across the face. "Be quiet!"

…..

"Where's Sam?" Dean asked Bobby as they regrouped in the main hallway. "I told him to meet us back here!" Dean's face transformed from slightly irritated to worried older brother.

"SAM! RUTH!" he began screaming. "SAM! RU-"

"Stop screamin', ya idgit!" Bobby admonished. "If the demons did take them, do you want them to know that you've noticed?"

Dean sighed, beaten. "Yeah, I guess not." He tried to control his brotherly instincts and assess the situation. "Sam went to the backyard, right?"

He headed to the back of the house. He felt his heart beat faster as he saw the open door that apparently led downstairs. Then he heard the screams.

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