Chapter 93

Dean woke up first and looked around. "Where were they," he wondered. "How did they get here? What had happened?" He couldn't remember. The place was dark and damp. It was cold and he could see his breath in front of him. He got to his feet slowly and had to grab the wall until the dizziness subsided. "Sammy," he said suddenly afraid. "Where was his brother?"

The room was pitch black and he couldn't see a thing. He held his hand up in front of him but was unable to see even it. "Sammy," Dean said aloud. "Where are you?" He listened for any sound. He heard it but it sounded a million miles away.

"Dean," Sam said, his words barely audible.

"Where are you Sam," asked Dean and listened to find out which way he needed to go.

"Here," said Sam. The first thing Dean noticed was that he didn't sound good. "Keep talking Sam. I'll find you." Across the room Sam sat up and leaned against the wall. He didn't remember anything. He kept talking. After a few minutes Dean finally reached him.

"Hey," he said relieved. "You okay?"

"I don't know. What happened?"

"What do you remember," asked Dean. Sam thought a minute. "Nothing," he said nervously. "Not a thing."

"You're kidding?" Sam shook his head even though Dean couldn't see it. Dean felt the wall that Sam was leaning against. He leaned against it also and slid to the floor to sit down by his brother.

"Where are we Dean," asked Sam.

"I don't know."

"How did we get here," asked Sam. Dean shook his head. "I don't know Sam. I just don't know. The last thing I remember is pinning you to the ground. Bryan came in and said that we should all come and look at something. They left the room and we followed. Something hit me but I don't know what. I guess it hit you to huh?"

Sam felt the knot on the back of his head and winced at the pain and tenderness. "Yeah," he said. I guess so."

"You sure you're okay?" Dean asked worried.

"I think so. I just feel funny."

"Great," said Dean. "Just great. Listen don't zone out on me okay? We've got to find out what's going on and we are going to have to keep a cool head."

"I'll try," said Sam but he just wasn't feeling right. "Where are the others?"

"I don't know," said Dean honestly. "But I think that you and me are alone here." Sam didn't answer. This made Dean even more nervous. "We'll be okay Sammy," just hang on."

At the house, the rest of the men looked everywhere for the brothers but came up with nothing. Jack rubbed his head and headed back down to the kitchen. He needed something to drink and he needed to make Brad some more of the potion so he would be steadier. He looked up as the others came in. John wasn't with them.

"Where is John," asked Jack. The others looked around. Tony was about to go up and get him when he came down the stairs on his own. Brad entered the kitchen but he was unsteady and Bryan had to help him sit down.

Without a word, Jack steeped a pot of herb tea and sat a cup of it in front of Brad while pouring one for him-self too. He to wasn't feeling very steady. That was an intense battle and it was taking its toll on him also. He made coffee for everyone else.

John was the first to break the silence. "Where did he take them," he asked. All eyes turned toward him. He was standing by the back door, just staring outside. It had begun to rain. Jack got to his feet. He walked over. "My guess is that he has them on the same plane that he had Brad on." Brad nodded. "I felt them when they got there," he said.

John took a deep breath and ran his hands down his face. "How do we get them back?" Jack shook his head. "It's not going to be easy." It was the wrong thing to say. John whirled around and glared at him. Jack took a step back. "I'm just saying," he said before John could pound him. John closed his eyes and shook his head. He had never felt so damn helpless in his entire life. He apologized to Jack and turned back to look outside. A storm was brewing both outside and in John's heart.

"We'll get them back John." Brad said finally. Jack looked at his big brother. "How do you feel?"

"Better, you?"

"I'm fine," said Jack but he wasn't. Not really. He felt like he was loosing not only his brother, but his friends. He had so much on his shoulders that it weighed him down.

Tony and Bryan walked over to him. "We'll get them back and we won't loose Brad, or John, or anybody else. Sam said he thought he knew how to kill him."

"Well that's just great," John proclaimed. "Sam's not here right now is he?" He softened his voice. He didn't want to alienate his friends. "Neither is Dean."

Bryan walked over to John. "We will get them back John and we will destroy that immortal. We just have to figure out how."

"I could…." Brad began.

"No!" They all said at the same time. "We won't let you astral project again." Jack walked over to his brother. "You got a death wish or something?"

"No, but…"

"No buts," said John and caused them all to look at him.

"What?"

"We've lost Sam and Dean again. We won't loose you to. We'll just have to try to figure out what Sam did and hope it's not too late to save my kids and kill that bastard. From now on, until this thing is over, nobody is to go anywhere alone." They all agreed and sat down to try to figure out how to get the brothers back. They all knew it wasn't going to be easy.