Two days later as John and Dean were pacing in their motel room, Burt headed back up the mountain to where he was keeping Sam. When he reached Sam's prison, he tossed in a couple of slices of bread. "I brought you food," he announced.
Sam hungrily ate the bread off the ground as best he could using only his teeth and Burt laughed, "You're like a caged wild animal."
He pulled out his phone and said "You're going to talk to your dad. Tell him to meet me outside the Cultural Heritage Museum at Midnight. There's something there we need to steal. Tell him to bring Dean, too."
He dialed the phone, put it on speaker and held it up for Sam. "Dad?" Sam asked when his dad answered.
"Sammy are you OK?"
"Yeah," Sam answered.
"Don't lie, kid, and get to the point," Burt growled.
"I'm supposed to tell you to meet him outside the Cultural Heritage Museum at midnight so you can help him steal something," Sam relayed the message.
"And?" Burt prompted.
"Bring Dean, too," Sam said.
"What are we stealing?" John asked.
"You'll find out when we get there," Burt responded. "Any questions?"
"How will we get Sam back after?"
"I'll tell you where he is and you can come get him."
"Fine, but you better not hurt him anymore."
"No reason to as long as I have your cooperation," Burt promised, and hung up the phone. To Sam, he said, "I think you have the right to know that I lied and I'll be back to shoot you as soon as the job is over. Only reason I don't do it now, is that if John does anything wrong, I want him to be able to hear you scream one more time."
Burt left and Sam started to sob quietly.