A/N: I know it's been a while, but here it is! There's this and then one more chapter. I hope to have the last chapter up by the end of this week.
"Where the hell are they?" Dean shouted.
"Dean, calm down."
"Jody, I just want to find them. What the hell could've…" Dean suddenly stopped, an idea hitting him with the force of a sledgehammer. "Jody, what's the date?"
"What?"
"The date. The date of today, what is it?"
"It's April 23." Jody answered.
"No. No, no, no way." Dean said.
"Dean, what are you thinking?"
"Is Bill Evans still in prison?" Dean asked.
"He should be." Jody said.
"Can you call and check?" Dean asked. "It's been almost fifteen years."
Jody's face blanched. She pulled out her phone and quickly called the prison that Bill Evans had been sent to the day he was sentenced. By the time the call was over, Jody had to lean against her car.
"Jody, what? What is it?" Dean asked.
"Evans escaped." Jody told him. "Three days ago."
"Why the hell didn't anyone tell us?!" Dean raged.
"Dean, listen, I know you're upset, but the important thing now is to call Sam and let him know what's going on." Jody said. "Then we need to find where Evans is hiding out."
Reluctantly, Dean nodded his agreement. Jody was right; the important thing was to find Sammy, Mickey, and Evans. Only this time, Dean had no intention of letting Evans get away still breathing. As Jody got back on her cell phone to try and find out where Evans had been seen, Dean steeled himself to call Sam.
Back in the room where Sammy and Mickey were being held, Mickey was leaning against the wall, holding his shirt to his nose to try and stop the bleeding. Sammy, who was getting sicker by the minute, could barely talk for coughing. Mickey finally stopped the bleeding, and was able to pull Sammy fully into his lap to hold the distraught little boy.
"I want mommy and sissy." Sammy said for what felt like the thousandth time.
"I know, big guy. I do too." Mickey said. "We'll be out of here soon."
"You think sissy's okay?"
I hope so. "Of course she did. She's too tough not to be."
"Who was that man?" Sammy asked. "Did you know him?"
Mickey debated whether to lie to Sammy, then decided a version of the truth would be better. "I didn't. Mommy does. He hurt mommy a long time ago and went to jail for it. He must have escaped."
"Is mommy still hurt?" Sammy asked.
"No. Having you and sissy helped her to get better." Mickey said, finally drawing a smile out of Sammy.
It didn't last long. Sammy started to cough again, much harder than before. Tears were streaming down his face, and he buried himself in his father's shirt. Mickey pulled his shirt off and wrapped it around Sammy's shaking body like a blanket. When Sammy was finally calmed down, Mickey, desperate to get him out and to a doctor, wanted to scream into the blackness. Let Sammy go. I'll stay here with you, just please let him go. Let him get to a hospital. The only thing that stopped him was Sammy's even breathing on his chest as he fell into a fitful sleep.
"We're getting out of here, big guy. No matter what it takes."
As Mickey continued comforting Sammy, he couldn't help but think to himself Where is everyone?