Dean had his phone pressed to his ear as he got out of his car and headed towards Reggie's house. He hadn't stopped calling Sam's phone since seeing that file. He needed Sam to answer. He didn't him to tell him he was okay, that that file was wrong. It was just a trick that demons or angels set up to screw with him.
Sam's voicemail came immediately, just as it had every other time he called, and each time, Dean's hope sank more and more. Sam wasn't going to answer because he was in trouble or… Well, he wasn't even going to think the 'or'. It wasn't an option.
Dean entered the small house and found himself in the living room. It looked like the typical hunter place. There wasn't much there. A small beat up couch, a coffee table covered in books, and a small TV on a stand opposite the couch.
Dean walked through the living room towards the kitchen. Right before the kitchen was a doorway sealed off with police tape, telling him right away that it was the basement. He walked under the police tape and down the stairs, flipping the light switch on his way down.
Dean gagged at the smell. All he could smell was blood, and it wasn't a good odor. He could see it too. Dry blood stained the floor and the far wall. Dean couldn't help but picture his brother chained to that wall, bloody from the torture they inflicted on him. And Dean knew it was Sam they were torturing. It wasn't some demon in his body, not that that would make him feel any better because Sam still would've felt it, but he knew it wasn't like that. He knew because they took precautions against demonic possession. If Sam truly had been here, and Dean was still holding onto a sliver of hope that he wasn't, then these guys had targeted him.
Dean walked back upstairs after a minute, unable to stomach being down there another minute. It wasn't really the smell, though that wasn't pretty. It was the images of his brother being tortured down there.
He went up and walked back into the living room and glanced around the room. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, maybe just something to tell him for sure whether or not Sam had been there. He was about to check the rest of the house when he saw it. Something had been kicked under the couch. He immediately went over, knelt down, and picked it up. It was a cellphone that looked a lot like his brother's.
"A lot of people have the same kind of phone," Dean told himself before turning it on. All his hopes were dashed the second he got a look on the screen. There were dozens of alerts of voicemails, all with his name on them. There was no doubt that this was Sam's phone.
"No!" Dean yelled before throwing the phone against the wall, smashing it to pieces. "No, Sammy.
Dean paced the room as fear and complete horror took over his brain. His brother had been kidnapped and tormented by these men, men he thought he could trust. Where was he now? Was he okay? What kind of crap did those assholes put him through.
Dean knew only one way to get any of those answers. He called Cas and told him where he was. An angel had killed Tim and Reggie. It stood to reason that angel had something to do with what happened to Sam.
Castiel showed up seconds after Dean relayed his whereabouts "What did you need, Dean?"
"Find my brother," Dean practically ordered.
Castiel frowned. "Dean, you know that Sam is as protected from angels as you are. I cannot find him."
"Well someone did! The angel who killed those hunters took Sam," Dean said confidently. It was too much of a coincidence. They killed Tim and Reggie. They had to have taken Sam too.
"I don't understand why you'd come to that conclusion," Castiel said.
Dean quickly explained everything he'd learned since the last time they spoken. "An angel must have found out where he was. That's why they killed the SOBs. They found them here torturing Sam."
"Why would these men want to harm Sam. I thought you said they were friends of your family," Castiel said.
"I thought they were too. They must have found out that he released Lucifer or something and went after him. They're lucky they're dead!" Dean growled. He wished they weren't dead. He wished they were alive so he could end them himself, and not the merciful way the dick angels had done it. He would've done it slowly. He would've at the very least done to them what they did to his little brother before he killed them.
"I can't fathom how an angel could've found Sam here, unless he prayed," Castiel said.. When someone prayed, all angels heard it, and if Sam prayed, they would be able to find him very easy. His only hope then would be if he left the area immediately, which was impossible unless he had supernatural means of travel.
"You would've heard him too if he prayed," Dean said.
Castiel looked at Dean hesitantly. "Yes, but unless he prayed to me specifically, I wouldn't have differentiated him from any other human."
"What?" Dean asked confused.
"Angels get billions of prayers a day. We're taught to ignore them."
"You ignored my brother?" Dean asked as his temper began to rise.
"Not intentionally. I wouldn't have known it was him. Angels can tell who a prayer is from if they focus on it, but we're taught not to. We're taught to disregard. The exception is archangels and a few seraphs. They are better able to store knowledge. They'd know instantly who is praying and from where. I don't. I wouldn't even try to figure it out unless I was prayed to specifically or I attuned myself to their prayers," Castiel explained.
"Attuned?" Dean asked.
"Yes, such as I have with yours. I will know whenever you pray the second it happens because I've attuned myself to them," he said.
"But not to Sam's," Dean said with anger in his voice.
"No, I never attuned myself to Sam's prayers," Castiel admitted.
"Why? What, Sam's not deserving of having his prayers answered?" Dean asked, becoming more and more heated by the second. Cas had basically just told him Sam's possible pleas for help went on deaf ears.
"You were my mission, he wasn't," Castiel stated.
"No, I'm not buying that! Tell it how it is, Cas. I was the Righteous Man and he was the boy with demon blood," Dean sneered. That was what Cas had called Sam when they met. That was what it came down to. Cas didn't think Sam deserved to be saved and that pissed him off. Because no one believed in angels and God the way Sam always had. No one tried to be good as much as he did. He didn't deserve to be forsaken like this.
"It is not the way you are implying," Castiel said.
"Yeah, I think it is. You didn't even bother to 'attune' to him after you found out Lucifer wanted him as a vessel, even though you knew that put him at risk! You screwed him over. So did I," Dean said. He was beyond pissed at Cas for not doing something to help Sam, for disregarding him, but Dean knew he was just as much to blame, if not more so. He let Sam go. He didn't protect him. Not to mention all the crap he blamed him for even before he went. He acted like Sam wasn't good enough too. "Get out."
"I will try to locate, Sam," Cas promised before leaving.
Dean walked backwards to the couch and practically fell into it. He dropped his head into his hands as tears began to fall. "God, Sammy, I'm so sorry."