AN: Goooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! I know...I'm horrible...but I had an argument with my mom and I can't write mad. On Facebook I promised an update as I stated I was calm enough to write, we had another slight argument and I was like "screw it! I'm going to bed!" and I went to bed. That and I actually forgot to write. So I apologize guys. Anyways..was Dean a good boy for you? He was? Good! He's pretty reliable when you need him, much like Sam. Cas however...he's reliable but you may have to explain how things work five times over first. Okay so big news. I'm going to start re writing a series I wrote back in 2002 and I may have it published. A lot of you and my friends all agree my writing is good enough that I should be a professional. So sooner or later you guys may see a book published by me...oh gosh I'm so nervous! I don't know what to do! *hides* Anyways. I haven't been answering your reviews and I apologize for that. I'll get back on that in the next chapter or so. So when we left Dean kicked demon ass and John kidnapped Sam? Oh shit. All Hell is about to break loose!

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Calling for Big Brother?

Dean frantcially searched everywhere for his Sammy but there were no traces of him. Then again his father was good at covering his tracks. He tried to contact Sam telepathically but came to the conclusion Sam might be unconscious or John used some type of magic to block his abilities. Either way it spelled trouble.

"Cas please tell me you found something." Dean plead.

Earlier he had sent Castiel out ahead of him to see if he would be able to catch a glimpse or maybe even try to as he put it "sniff them out".

"Sorry Dean. I can't sense either of them and I didn't see them anywhere." Castiel said.

"Damn. John must've used something to keep them hidden from us. I tried to contact Sammy telepathically but he must be unconscious or something must be blocking me." Dean said.

Castiel nodded. He watched Dean sigh in frustration and desperation. Castiel knew all too well the older brother didn't well when he was separated from the younger brother for a long period of time. Sam being away at Stanford proved it. It took Dean all he had to keep his distance and it nearly killed him.

"Shall we stop for the night?" Castiel asked.

Castiel and Dean didn't require sleep but even angels and demons had their limits and they've been at this all day and night.

"No. We got to find my baby. Who knows what John will do to him." Dean said with a hint of fear.

Dean knew taking Sam was to get to him and lead into a trap for his father to kill him. He knew they needed to make a plan but goddamn being away from his baby was killing him! He needed to find him and now!

"Dean we need to make a plan. Your father wants to kill you and he has Sam who might be hurt. We need to settle down and make a plan." Castiel said firmly.

"Alright. What's the plan?" Dean relented.

'Dean?'

"Sammy?" Dean asked.

Meanwhile with John and Sam

Sam woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. His father had kidnapped a day ago and last night he had tried to escape but didn't get far. John had tackled him to the ground and stabbed him in the left thigh and then took a bat to his right knee. He then drugged him and re located them to another place.

He tried to stretch a little but once again he found he was tied tightly and lying on his stomach on the bed furtherest from the door. His hands were bound tightly behind him with the rope wrapped around his chest to keep his arms immobile, same with his legs. Rope was tightly wrapped from his hips to ankles. And he was gagged. Of course.

He was so tired. But he had to wake up. He knew demons had telepathy. He had to reach Dean. He just had to wake up a little. He couldn't fall back asleep. Not now.

He moved wrong and his wounds made themselves known. He closed his eyes in pain but noticed the pain woke him up a little. He moved again and the pain woke him up more he became aware of his surroundings and noticed his dad was gone. Now that he was awake he decided to try and communicate with Dean.

'Dean?' He thought.

'Sammy?'

'Dean. It worked. Telepathy worked.' Sam happily noted.

'Baby boy are you alright? Are you hurt?'

'I tried to escape last night. But I didn't get far. Dad found me. He stabbed my left leg and bashed my right knee in.' Sam thought.

'BASTARD! He will pay!'

'Dean calm down. I'll be fine.' Sam tried assure his brother.

'Yeah. I'm going to call bullshit on that.'

Sam smiled despite his gag and inwardly laughed.

'Sammy, son. Can you tell me where you are?'

Son? Dean called him son. He hadn't done so in years. Sure he called Dean 'daddy' a few times when he was little but he stopped because he thought Dean hated it. But obviously it was the opposet. Now he really wanted Dean.

'Sammy? You with me?'

'Yeah. Sorry. Can't see much other than I'm in a motel. Wait...I see a sign. It says New Point Inn.'

'Alright. I'm coming, you sit tight.'

'All I can do.'

'You know what I mean. Just hold on for me baby.'

'I will. Please hurry.'

'I'll try.'

Sam heard the sound of the door opening and John walked in. He could smell the alcohol on him and knew he was really drunk.

'Dean I have to go! Dad's back and he's drunk!'

'Sammy-'

Sam screamed behind the gag as his father flipped him over and tore open his side. John smiled as the blood poured out of Sam.

'SAMMY! TALK TO ME KIDDO! SAM!?'

'D Daddy...help m me...'

Sam didn't hear Dean answer back as he passed out from the unbearable pain. Sam's last thought was of Dean and he hoped he would find him soon. Sam wouldn't last with his father being drunk of his ass.

John's smile grew when Sam passed out and cooed to him.

"Don't worry buddy. I'll fiss you up as soon as I'm done having fun." John giggled.

Sam was so screwed.

Oh man...well ignore the darkness and think of happy magical times...no...too much? Sorry!

Until Next Time! Sam: *reads* Holy shit Pancake! Me: Yeah...