Still not mine…

Supernatural

Sam must have fallen asleep because the next thing he was aware of was raised voices coming from Bobby's living room. He sat up, his back and neck stiff from sleeping on the floor, and got to his feet. He stumbled out of the room, quickly rushing down the stairs. He stopped when he spotted Castiel and Joshua feet apart, in the middle of a heated argument. Bobby lay on the floor at Cass's feet, seemingly unconscious. A red headed woman, someone Sam hadn't seen in a while, stood directly behind Cass, watching the fight.

"What the hell's going on?" Sam asked breaking off the angels' argument. Joshua merely swept past him, leaving the room, the front door slamming behind him. Sam didn't bother watching him leave; his eyes were still glued on Castiel and Anna. Bobby was slowly coming to, grumbling swear words.

"What the hell's going on?" Sam repeated slowly, looking back and forth between the two angels. Anna turned to him saying, "He got news on Dean," she said softly.

"Anna," Cass said in a warning tone.

"Don't Cass, he has a right to know," Anna snapped not looking at the black haired angel.

"What's the news?" Sam asked close to losing his patients.

"Sam, they said that the seals are their number one priority that they'll get to Dean sooner or later…" Castiel started.

"So, they're just going to leave him with Alastair, let him get killed, so they can protect a bunch of frigging seals that they haven't exactly been able to keep from breaking? What's the fucking point of pulling my brother out of hell, asking for his help, if they are going to just let him go back?"

"Sam calm down," Anna said quietly.

"No, I'm done being calm. I'm going after my brother, with or without your help," Sam spat heading toward the door.

"Boy, where are you going?" Bobby called scrambling to his feet.

"To get the Impala, I'm going to need weapons." The young hunter opened the door, heading outside. Before he could close the door, someone grabbed it. He turned around to see Bobby and Anna following him.

"We're coming with you. Cass can hold the fort," Anna said softly. Sam really didn't want her to go with them, he still felt protective of the human she had been, but he knew he couldn't stop her. So he nodded and they followed him down the porch steps.

"We'll take my truck," Bobby said closing the door. Sam headed toward the tow truck, remembering when Bobby had used it to move Dean's precious Impala from the impound. It had been in pieces then. "Dean's gonna be pissed…"

"Okay, Sam, I understand you want to go after Dean, but how the hell do you plan to do that when we don't even know where he's being held?" Bobby asked heading toward the driver side of his truck.

"I don't…"

"I can help you out," a familiar voice said. They spun around to see Joshua standing a few feet from the tow.

"What?" Anna, Sam, and Bobby said simultaneously.

"I'm willing to help you guys, but we have to be quick about it. Go get your brother's car and get back here fast. Do I make myself clear?" Joshua eyes swept from Anna to Sam to Bobby. They all nodded and piled into the tow truck. Bobby started it and tore out of the junkyard, almost like a bat out of hell.

"Okay, you need to tell me where the Impala is," Bobby said as they drove down the highway. Trees and grass flew by as he drove. Sam gave him the direction, with the help of landmarks, and they ended up at the Impala in ten minutes. There was a mustang, sputtering from the lack of gas, sitting a few yards away from the car.

"Whose is that?" Bobby asked eyeing the care cautiously.

"Who cares, we have to help Dean," Sam said getting out of the truck before it could completely stop. He headed toward Dean's Impala, remembering that his brother had the keys, and got behind the wheel.

John had taught his kids many things, legal and/or otherwise, and hotwiring was the first on the list. Sam had been exceptionally better at it than Dean-who had been better at handling weapons, picking up girls, and otherwise pissing people off-so hotwiring the Impala was nothing. Stealing cars never felt right, ever, but to hotwire the Impala felt like blasphemy. It also made Sam's heart clench when he realized how much shit he'd be in if Dean ever found out. He'd kill me, Sam thought sadly. "If you screwed up my car; I'll kill you." the words were like a dagger to Sam's already aching heart.

"Ready to go," Anna asked getting in the passenger seat.

"Yeah," Sam said putting the car in drive. Bobby did a clearly illegal U-turn, and sped down the road. Sam followed him, keeping up with no problem.

"That car was stolen," Anna commented looking out the window.

"What?"

"That car, the one you didn't want to bother with, it was stolen."

"How do you know this?"

"I just do. And I think I know who stole it?"

"Who?"

"Ruby," was all Anna said. Before Sam could respond they had pulled into Bobby's driveway. The "Singer Salvage Yard" sign flew by them. Bobby was already walking toward his house when Sam and Anna got out of the Impala.

"What do you mean Ruby?"

"I just have a feeling it's her," Anna replied softly. She was more distracted than normal, looking at the Singer abode suspiciously.

"What's up?" Sam asked noticing her expression.

"Something's not right," she said and took off running. Sam chased after her, passing Bobby in seconds. Bobby sped up and all three crashed into the house.

The first thing anyone noticed was the emptiness, almost as if the house had been abandoned a long time ago. Bobby pushed past Anna and Sam, stepping into his living room. "Holy hell," he muttered.

"What," Sam said walking into the room. He stopped at the mess. The room wasn't exactly squeaky clean when they left it, but it at least had enough room to walk. Now books were spread across the floor, some pages ripped and thrown around the room. Paintings that Bobby's wife had taken the time to collect, and Bobby kept as a memorabilia of her, were strewn across the room; some of the frames busted. Bobby's desk was in pieces, along with his computer.

"What the hell happened here?" Bobby muttered crouching next to a book and picking it up. It fell apart in his hands, falling to the floor.

"Cass," Anna called rushing out of the room. Sam could hear her calling throughout the bottom floor. When she returned she was alone, Castiel gone.

"Where are they?" Sam asked using all his self-control not to step forward and shake Anna.

"Don't worry Sam, we'll find them," Anna said softly. She placed her hand on his shoulder, trying to look into his blue-green eyes. He averted his gaze not wanting the angel to see tears forming in his eyes.

"Who would take them?" Bobby questioned looking around his ruined house.

"I can think of a couple things, but I'm betting on the higher angels," Anna replied.

"Higher angels? As in your bosses? Why the hell would they take Castiel and Joshua?" Bobby asked his eyes locked on Anna. She may have answered him, she might not have, either way Sam wasn't aware of the conversation. He mind was numb, the same words circling throughout it, Dean's gone and he's never coming back. He felt a wave of nausea hit, his mind taking him back to the four months without his brother, and quick as a flash he ran out of the room.

He rushed up the stairs, ignoring the shouts issuing from below, he just needed to be alone. He stopped, right outside the last door down Bobby's hallway, breathing heavily. In a blind rage, just wanting to stick his fist through something, he opened the door. What he saw made his jaw drop.