Back at the warehouse, the man was raging.

"YOU LET HER GO!"

Sammy, sick as he was, hid behind his father when the man started raging. Mickey held him but was more focused on figuring out who it was and where they were. Figuring out a way to go home.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly the man's rage turned to laughter.

"What the hell is so funny?"

The man's laughter tapered off gradually. He finally asked, "Do you know Evelyn Winchester?"

Mickey was thrown by the question. So their kidnapper knew who they were. Deciding it would be faster and safer to cooperate, he answered. "Yes, she's my wife."

The man grinned. "Good. Your wife ruined my life."

"What? You're crazy. She wouldn't hurt a fly."

The man suddenly grabbed Mickey by the collar, pulled him up and laid him back down on the floor with a hard punch.

"Daddy!"

"Stay there, Sammy." Mickey said. "I'm okay, son, just stay there."

The man laughed again. "I guess it's safe to tell you now who I am. My name is Bill Evans."

Suddenly Mickey's anger flared inside him. He knew exactly who this was. Evy still had nightmares about him. More than once, she would wake up crying and fighting in her sleep. Only after they were married had Mickey gotten her to tell him the full story. Instead of answering him, Mickey jumped up and attempted to lay his own punch on Evans. Just as his fist was about to connect with Evans' face, he was knocked back down again.

"I wouldn't try that again if I were you. You see," Evans bent down to Mickey's face, getting so close to Mickey that Mickey could feel the hot air from his breath, "I'm protected. I can hurt you, and your precious little boy over there, but you can't do anything to me."

"You sick son of a bitch." Mickey said. "Don't touch my son."

"I'm not planning to. The only thing I want is your wife. When I have her, I'll let you and your little boy go. But any attempt to hurt me again, and I come back for your son." Evans said. "Understand?"

Sammy let out a cough, and Mickey was brought back down to reality. As much as he wanted to kill Evans with his bare hands, Sammy needed his attention more. As Evans left, Mickey picked up Sammy and went towards the corner of the room with him. Sammy was crying, his headache and cough not getting any better sitting in the cold, damp room.

"Daddy, I don't feel good."

"I know, buddy." Mickey said. "I know you don't."

"Is Sissy okay?"

"Yeah. Sissy's fine, kiddo." Mickey said, praying it was true. "Sissy's fine. Why don't you go to sleep?"

"Will you sing me?" Sammy whispered. "The song mommy sings to me when I can't seep?"

"Sure. Close your eyes." When he felt that Sammy was starting to relax a little, Mickey started, "Don't you feel it growing day by day, people getting ready for the news…"