A/N: This chapter goes back a little and gives the phone call from Sam's point of view. Big thanks to those who have reviewed so far! I really appreciate it, it means more than you know!

Before: Rachel remained as stubborn as ever. Sam tried as many different techniques he could think of to try and get her to talk. Holy water, salt, demon blade, even a few lines of the exorcism. But she didn't budge. After nearly an hour of fruitless interrogation, Sam reached his breaking point. He finally let out his bottled up anger, anxiety, and frustration and punched the demon into unconsciousness.

Chapter Eleven

Sam took in a lungful of the crisp, refreshing winter air. He stood outside the cabin, trying to clear his head. The demon had come back to consciousness not too long ago, but he was still no closer to getting the answers he so desperately wanted. He needed a moment away from her, some time to cool down, clear his head, and think logically about how to proceed.

It had been nearly 12 hours since he had discovered that Dean and Jo were missing. Which meant that it had been almost 19 hours since he had last seen them. Anything could have happened to them by now. They could be several states away, they could be critically injured, they could be…no. He couldn't think like that. They could be just a few roads over and in perfect health for all he knew.

Reaching down and grabbing a handful of snow, he brought it up to his face and pressed it against it. The cold felt good on his heated skin. Although the cabin was freezing, the demon infuriated him, making his blood boil as he worked up a sweat trying to elicit some answers.

Sam tried to think of other ways to get his answers. He wasn't a torturer, he didn't know a thousand and one ways to get people to talk. And for that matter, he didn't want to know a thousand and one ways to torture people. He hated this whole thing. Now that he had had time to cool down some, he was determined to find a way to try and reason with her and convince her to tell him without the pain. He was still pondering how to go about doing this when his phone started ringing, startling him. Sam pulled his phone out with numb fingers. He almost dropped the phone when he saw the number. It was Dean.

"Hello? Dean?" he asked frantically.

He froze when a sickeningly sweet female voice answered. "Hello, Sammy. It's been a long time." It was a little hard to understand her; a strong wind howled behind her.

"Ryan? What do you want? Where's Dean? Where's Jo?"

"So many questions, Sammy boy. Slow down. Jo's being taken care of, and your brother's right here with me. Say hi, Dean."

Sam's stomach plummeted when he heard a strangled moan come over the phone, his fears confirmed. Dean was captured, and he was not in good shape.

"Now, Sammy, I believe you are currently in the company of my sister. If you would be so kind as to put her on the line, I would be very grateful." Ryan's voice broke through his thoughts.

"And why would I do that?" He wasn't about to give the bitch who was torturing his brother anything she wanted.

"Well, because I happen to have a nice big bottle of hydrochloric acid here with me, and I'm thinking about how much fun it would be to bathe your big brother in it.

Crap! Sam didn't want his brother to suffer from acid, but he also didn't want to give the phone over to the demon. "And what if I were to tell you I have a nice big bottle of holy water here with me, and I'm thinking about how much it would be to bathe your sister in it?" Sam bluffed, hoping to scare her into putting away the acid.

"I would say I'm willing to bet that I have more acid than you have water. Want to see who could withstand the pain the longest?"

Shit. Clearly Ryan didn't care what he did to her sister, and he didn't have enough holy water to back up his fake bravado. Before he could think of what to do, Ryan's voice cut through.

"I'm waiting."

He didn't want to give the phone to the demon. Who knew what they could plan without him knowing it? "Tell me what you want to say to her and I'll…" he was cut off by the sound of his brother's scream. The sound made Sam's blood run cold. It was a strangled sound, as though Dean was having trouble breathing, but it was a scream of pure agony nonetheless.

"Stop! Please, stop it!" Sam yelled frantically into the phone. He felt so useless, being able to do nothing but stand there and listen to his brother's screams.

"Phone, Sammy. Now."

Sam ran back into the living room to where Rachel was still tied up. He didn't want to give her the phone, but it was either this or hurt Dean. This seemed to be the lesser of the two evils.

The demon leered at him, a mocking grin on her face. She had obviously heard him yell, and knew what this phone call was about. Sam walked up to her and tucked the phone roughly between her head and her shoulder.

"Ryan?"

"Rachel." The demons switched into what sounded like Latin. Sam was by no means fluent in the language, but he was familiar enough with it to understand a few words. He heard Ryan say the words for "barn", "kill", and "fight". He was trying to figure out how they fit together when Rachel started talking. All other thoughts left him when he heard what she was saying. "House" and "road" were all Sam understood, but it was enough for him to comprehend what was happening. She was telling her where she was.

Sam knew she didn't know exactly where they were, since she was unconscious when they arrived, but it was obvious that they were in a cabin and the sound of a highway could faintly be heard in the distance. That was enough for anyone to use to find them, given enough time.

Rachel motioned for him to take the phone back, and Sam held it up to his ear.

"Thank you, Sammy. You're much more cooperative than your big brother. I still have some manners to teach him."

What the hell does that mean? Before Sam could say anything more, Ryan hung up, and he was left alone with the other demon.

"Sounds like they're having fun," Rachel jeered at him.

"Shut up," Sam answered roughly. He walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. Someone was certainly on their way to rescue Rachel, and he was still no closer to figuring out where Dean and Jo were. He didn't have anywhere else to take the demon; the other abandoned structures they had scouted were too close to civilization. He needed to figure out what to do before the others found them.

Sam took a deep breath. Okay, what do I know? Dean was with Ryan. That was obvious. He didn't know where Jo was, but hopefully it was somewhere close. Ryan had mentioned a barn, so that probably meant they were in an old barn somewhere. It had also sounded like there was a strong wind in the background. Sam glanced out the window. The wind was not nearly that strong here. That probably meant they were somewhere farther up the mountain, where the wind was fiercer. An abandoned farm farther up the mountain. It was a start.

Grabbing the laptop, he sat down at the dining room table and fired it up. He figured he had at least twenty minutes before anybody found them, so he had to work fast. Switching into full research mode, he looked up barns located higher up the mountain. It took him less than ten minutes to narrow the search down to two locations. He wrote down the addresses, praying that one of them was the right one.

As he walked back into the living room to grab his bag, he figured there was no harm in seeing if Rachel would tell him if one of the addresses was correct. Holding out the paper, he asked, "Are they at either of these places?"

Rachel looked at the scribbled addresses. Her face remained placid, giving no indication that she recognized either of them. If she knew them, then she had a really good poker face.

"Are we going on a field trip?" she asked, feigning innocence.

Sam didn't answer, he just grabbed his bag and turned to go outside.

"Don't leave darling! We were having so much fun," Rachel called after him. She'd gotten annoyingly cocky since the phone call.

Sam tossed the bag into the trunk of the Impala and paused. What to do with the demon? He didn't want to exorcise her, in case his lead was wrong, but he couldn't leave her here to be rescued either. Seeing no other choice, he grabbed another length of rope from the Impala and went back inside. He had to take her with him.

Before he was halfway to the door, a gunshot broke through the night, and Sam fell to the ground, a searing pain in his left arm. The demon's friends had found them sooner than expected.

A/N: Yes, I know it's unlikely that there'd be wi-fi in an abandoned cabin, but I mean, come on, it's Sam we're talking about. When doesn't he have wi-fi?