A/N: I wanted to thank all who have been staying with me on this story. AND those who have also review. It gives me warm fuzzes(Chick-flick moment) to know I have fans. Well, someone who like to read my stories. I only hope I still have you after this chapter. Enjoy D

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He stood before the woman in a white coat. His badge flips open to show the FBI credentials to the doctor. She eyes the badge then the tall young man before her. He stood there in a black suit and a very serious face. The one thing that looked out of place to the doctor was that his hair seemed longer than it should.

"There's not much to see." She finally said.

Replacing his wallet to his pocket. "I'll be the judge of that, Ma'am." Sam couldn't help but be serious in his quest. He was on a mission.

"Ok. This way." She said as she guided the way to the morgue. Sam followed her. His heart was in his throat. They entered a room and walked over to a metal door. She opened it and pulled out a drawer with body in a plastic bag on it. "Have you ever smelt burnt flesh before, Agent Kooyman?" She asked before she unzipped the bag.

"Unfortunately." Sam stood to the side of the drawer. The doctor opened the bag to reveal a badly burnt body inside. Looking closely, Sam couldn't see any facial features. "Your report stated uncommon markings on the body."

"Yes. Upper left arm and upper left chest area." She moved the bag to expose the areas in question. "The tattoo on the chest is hard to make out."

Sam's eyes moved quickly to the chest area but couldn't tell what it was. His heart did stop for a beat when he could tell it was in circular shape. He slowly moved his eyes to the arm. Sam didn't realize he was holding his breath till he saw the markings on the arm. It wasn't a burn in the shape of a hand. He let out a sigh.

"Not who you're looking for?" The doctor asked when she noticed the color returning to the young man's face. She sensed something more was going on here.

"No, Ma'am." Sam turned his head away from her as she closed the bag. He was sure he was going to cry. Cry for joy in not finding Dean dead. He was able to collect his composure. "Thank you for your time, Dr. Miller."

"You're welcome." The doctor was still eying him. "You're wanting to find your man alive?"

Sam couldn't answer her. He was fearful his voice would betray him. He only nodded his head. "Thanks again for your time again." With that, he walked away from curious eyes.

Sam quickened his step till he was outside and beside the black muscle car. He reached inside his pocket to remove his cell phone. Sam wasted no time in calling Bobby.

"Sam? Well?" Was all Bobby said as he answered his phone.

"It wasn't him. It wasn't Dean, Bobby." He was now sitting inside the car. With a brief pause, Sam continued. "Bobby, I don't know if I can keep this up." The exhaustion sounding in his voice.

"I know, kiddo. But we have to check every lead." Bobby could hear Sam sigh on the other end. "Why don't you come on back."

"Yeah. Ok." Was all Sam could say to his friend. He had no fight in him. With that, Sam started the car and move back on the road of searching for his brother again.

Bobby hung up with his own sigh. He felt a breeze behind him. "I'm guessing you don't have anything either?" He spoke aloud.

Castiel moved closer to the man in the wheelchair. "I should have never placed these protective symbols on him."

"You did it to protect the boys from Lucifer. How were you to know it would make it hard for you to find him." Bobby said. It was then he saw Castiel's face. "What's wrong?"

"We are not the only ones looking for Dean." Cas said. He turned to face Bobby. "A few demons are still earth bound. They are looking for revenge. They know Dean is in a weakened state." Bobby's anxiety went through the roof.

The next day Sam typed away at his laptop. Searching more hospital reports was all he could do. Searching for anything that would bring him closer to finding his brother. Castiel had been in and out on his own search with no luck.

Bobby told Sam what Castiel had said about the demons. This only made finding Dean more urgent. Little sleep was made after that for both men who worked on every lead they found.

Sam was broken from his research by Bobby's voice. "You're sure? Ok. Thanks." Bobby hung up. "Think I got something."

"What?" Sam asked as he looked up.

"A report of a John Doe found about four months ago. He was checked out at the local hospital than moved to a mental facility." Bobby started saying.

"What make you think it's Dean?" Sam was listening now. Knowing that all their leads have lead to a dead end.

"My source was a hunter who happened to found himself at the local hospital and a nurse had said she saw his tattoo before." Bobby said. "He has the same tag as you and Dean." Sam stood. "He said the nurse remembered the tattoo and an extraordinary burn on his arm. A burn in the shape of a hand print."

"It's him, Bobby. It has to be." The excitement was pouring off Sam as he gathers up his coat. "Where is he?"

"Hold your horses, boy." Bobby wheeled over to the door following Sam. "You ain't leaving me behind."

Sam stopped. He turned to face his friend. "Bobby. I know you want to come and all, but I'll make better time if."

"Don't you dare say it, Kid? I Am Going With You!" Bobby's voice increased a few looked at Bobby. Both knew Sam was right. Bobby turned his eyes away from the young man before him. He knew Sam was right. Speed was important. "The hospital is outside a Seattle."

"Bobby." Sam tone showed the pain of hurting his friend.

"Go." Bobby quickly said. He reached out to Sam, grabbing his arm. "You call me as soon as you know. You hear me, boy."

"I will. I will, Bobby." Sam started to say. He stopped once more. "I'll bring Dean home." Sam was out the door.

Bobby set there in the kitchen by the door when he heard the engine of Dean's beloved car start up. His heart was aching. He never felt so useless than he did at the moment. Unshed tears grew in his eyes.

Castiel had just arrived and been standing in the hallway when he heard Bobby tell Sam about the phone call. He stood quietly waiting for the location to be reported. The moment Bobby told Sam, Cas was gone.

TBC

A/N again: Who do you think will get there in time? What will happen at the hospital? OH HURRY SAM!!!! Please review. It help with the creative juices. D