Author's Note: I would tell you that you guys are awesome; but you know that already. I would tell you that I love you all; but you know what, too. I would tell you how thankful I am that you keep reading and reviewing; but I think you knew that, too. So...I guess there's nothing left to say, huh? :P

Last Time...

Ronald N' Crew take Dean one way, and Sam the other.

Everyone give 'Medicgirl' a round of applause for being our 100th reviewer! :D

Thanks so much for all the reviews guys.

Soo...200?

I guess 150 more realistic, huh? Either way, you guys are awesome. Don't EVERY forget that!

You may now return to your regularly scheduled program (:

-Chapter Twelve:

Ronald was careful with Sam; more careful than any of them have ever seen him with anyone. Harvey followed Ronald down a hallway. In his hand he carried a bottle of water and a plate of food. The hall was narrow, closed in. Above, there were low-lit lights just barely making the hallway visible. Every once in a while, Ronald would look down as Sam, making sure he hadn't woken up.

After walking past several doors, Ronald pushed open a thin door open and entered it. This room was lighted much better. One half of the room had nothing in it, just a chair. But the other half had a not-too-wide but not-too-long cage. Ronald smile down at Sam.

"This is just in case," Ronald says softly as he opens the gate. He sets Sam down on the floor and takes a chain from the floor and wraps it around Sam's wrist and locks it. He pats Sam's head and stands.

"Wouldn't want you getting away, now would we?"

In that moment, Sam's eyes flutter open. His eyes wander cluelessly but then they fall on Ronald's creepy figure he gasps slightly and he jumps a little. Ronald puts both his hands up but takes a step closer to Sam.

"Nice of you to join us," the clown whispers in that chilling tone he has. Sam gulped. His chest was heavy, his stomach burned, his legs might as well have been nonexistent because he couldn't feel them, his arms hurt, and his head was spinning. When you mix up all those sensations together you get one delirious Sam Winchester. He rocked his head back and forth, trying his hardest to remember what happened, but he could only recall bits and pieces. The one thing that stuck out in his mind was that Dean was nowhere in sight. Sam was scared, but he wouldn't and couldn't let them know it. If Sam's dad ever taught him anything, it was to never show your fear. And from what he could remember: dogs smelled fear; which was perfect in this situation.

Letting his eyes drop, Sam spotted Harvey. He hadn't seen him before but figured he must've been a part of the Dog Pound. Again, Sam looked over at Ronald. His throat scratched as he tried to find his voice.

"'M brother," Sam chokes out. "Where's he?"

Ronald's flinch of his eyebrows was his only answer.

Sam's head dropped onto his arm. He was tired, but he was getting his strength back. Once he learned to ignore the burning on his stomach he felt a little better. He shook his head and tried again.

"Where is he?" Sam asks again, a little more authority in his voice. That caught Ronald's attention. His chipped makeup stretched with his smile.

He leans forward and pinches Sam's cheek like he's a baby.

"Awe; widdle boy want his big brover?" Ronald teases.

With the hand that wasn't chained, Sam swatted the clown's filthy paw away.

A warning look was all Sam gave.

There was tension between Ronald and Sam, even though Sam was scared to death of him, he didn't let it show. He had been through too much, seen too much,and heard too much, to give into his fears now.

Ronald looked away. He took a deep breath as if trying to keep himself calm- like he didn't want to hurt Sam. He pointed at Harvey who still stood at the doorframe quite patiently, waiting to be told what to do next.

"Make sure he drinks something, try to get him to eat. Once you're done, fetch Dagger. His fever is still high."

Harvey did a movement that looked like he was bowing and made his way over to Sam with a half-hearted smile.

Just before Ronald leaves, he turns around and gives Sam a look that he's not sure what it means and says, "I've got my eye on you."

*All Jokes Aside*

Dean woke up to the bickering of Angel and Sugar.

"Why does anyone even listen to you?" she scolded, rolling her eyes.

Angel raised his hand. "I'll give you a reason..."

Sugar flinched backwards. Even though Dean found himself smiling, wondering if he'd actually do something, deep down Dean knew it was wrong. If there was something he remembered his father saying, it was that no man should ever hit a girl. Somehow Dean knew he was gonna regret doing this, but he cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Hey freaks!" he called.

Both of their heads swooped over to him. Slowly, Angel's hand fell to his side and Sugar stood up straight.

Angel power-walked over to Dean, smacking him clear across the face.

Dean tried to counteract, but he found that both his hands were shackled to the side of the bed that he was lying on. He yanked at them hard, but they were on there tight. He felt the skin on his wrist rubbing roughly onto the handcuffs, cutting off his circulation.

"I've got a bone to pick with you," Angel states, clenching and unclenching his hands into fists.

Dean smirked.

"Well considering you part dog...that sounds about right."

Another smack hits the side of Dean's face. But he expected it, so it didn't hurt that bad.

"I've had enough of your mouth," Angel comments.

Dean rolled his eyes. "I'd like to give you some of my fist," he pulls at the chain on his wrist again, making his point, "but as you can see, I'm all tired up at the moment."

Sugar sucks her teeth.

"I've had enough of you."

Angel's head swoops over to her.

"Leave, then."

She stood her ground.

He pointed.

"I'm serious, Sugar. Go."

Her eyes bulged at him, then she pouted for a moment, then stormed out.

Dean shook his head.

These people as so dysfunctional...

Once Sugar was out of sight, Angel grabbed a rickety chair and sat down.

"Where's my brother?" Dean asks, still tugging at the chains.

Angel shrugged.

"Around."

Dean's face scrunched. "Gee, that's specific."

Angel smirked. He waved his hand and for the first time Dean noticed how long and yellow his fingernails were. Dean cringed a little.

Exhaling deeply, Angel says, "He's alive. Is that what you want to hear?"

"If it's the truth."

Angel nodded.

Dean was silent.

"We've been studying you for some time now. Following you. Learning you. Wanting you."

Dean looked away.

Okay, that's creepy.

"Why?" Dean asks. This, he actually wanted to hear.

Angel rubbed his eye, his long fingernails brushing his jaw bone as he did.

"Because we were told about you. We heard that you were capable of things that other hunters were not. We heard that you were at the center of..."

Dean leaned forward a little.

"Center of what?"

Angel sat back, shaking his head. "Forget it. But the point is, once we turn you into one of us we won't have to worry about it anymore. Once we have you as one of our own we will be powerful enough to beat the rest of them."

Dean shook his head. "The rest of who?"

Angel was silent for a moment.

"Forget it."

"You said that already," Dean pushes, trying to get answers.

Angel rubs his eye, looking away.

Dean moves a little. "How long can you really keep this up anyway? I mean, we're in a freakin' McDonalds! People eat here. Somebody's bound to get suspicious..."

Laughing a little, Angel shakes his head. "That's where you're wrong kid. This town is more than half dead. We're lucky if we get more than one customer. And when we do, Sugar takes their order and Harvey cooks it," Angel shrugs. "And every once in a while Ronald walks around and talks to the kids."

Angel opened his mouth to speak again when Harvey and Ronald entered the room. Harvey carried food and water while Ronald carried an evil smile.

"So they're both awake," Ronald announces with a smile when he sees Dean's cold green up looking up at him.

Dean tried to sit up but the handcuffs wouldn't allow it.

"Both?" he says. "You were with by brother?"

Ronald shrugs, "Where else would I be?"

Something about that creeped Dean out.

Trying a different approach, Dean asks, "Can I see him?" nicely.

All of them laugh. Ronald shook his head. "You know that's not an option, Hund."

Dean was quiet.

"He was asking for you, though," Ronald continues. His face got darker. "Actually, he was screaming for you."

Dean swallowed hard.

"He got a little punishment for yelling, and by the end he was crying for you. Almost begging for you to swoop in and save him; like some type of superhero," Ronald says in a harsh tone.

By then, Dean could feel his blood boiling. "What'd you do to him?"

Ronald shrugged.

"You bastard!" Dean yelled, trying to sit up again.

The only thing Ronald did was laugh.

"You humans are like toys: so easy to play with."

Dean stopped. "Wha-"

Ronald shook his head. " You're a little on the gullible side," he states. "Liebling's fine, I assure you. But it's nice to see you care."

Feeling his heart going back to a regular rate, Dean took in a deep breath.

Ronald snapped at Harvey and he put the food on the bed. Angel looked up at Ronald who nodded his head. Once he got the 'okay', Angel leaned over Dean and unhooked his left arm, allowing him freedom and the ability to sit up.

They all headed for the door.

"We're gonna go see your brother," Angel says.

Dean looked up at them. "For what?"

He shrugs. "We feel he has a better chance of talking than you."

Swinging his legs over the side of the twin sized bed, Dean shook his head.

"We don't know any-"

The door was slammed shut and the sounds of locks could he heard. Making sure Dean stayed in the room.

Feeling defeated, Dean's shoulders slumped forward. Just as he did that, something caught his eye. Looking closely, Dean realized that it was a loose screw. He reached down, had to stretch a bit, and grabbed it. It wasn't too sharp, but it was definitely useable.

Wasting no time, Dean dug the end of the screw into the handcuff hole and got to work.

Dean made a decision then: He and Sam were getting out, and they were getting out in the 24 hours, hopefully less. No matter what.

Eh, not much of a cliffhanger. But I thought you guys could use a break, lol.

*Announcer's Voice* On Next Week's Episode: Dean's 24 hour count down begins...

Now kids, this brings us to the part that I DON'T have already written. So I'm not sure when the next update will be, but I'll try to make it quick, I promise.

Don't be shy; reviewing is your friend!

I'll give you a Sam and Dean action figure if you review :D