Chapter Five

"I just need to know where she's at, Crowley." Sam pleaded with the King of Hell, to the surprise of Connor and Nicole. "Please."

"There's an abandoned warehouse outside of town, owned by her mother's family. I'd check there because the place has been warded against angels and demons." Crowley finally replied. "Make sure Kitten's alright, Moose." Then, he disappeared.

Sam brushed past Nicole, going out the front door. He began to go through his weapons, bringing what he thought he could use. "Sam! What are you doing?" Connor called from the porch.

"I'm not just going to sit around and wait for you two to figure out who took her. Zoey could be hurt and I'm going to get her back."

"If you leave before we know who did this, you're risking your life! Zoey's already been miserable enough with you two breaking up. I can't handle her if you were dead!"

"If I wait here, you may not have to worry about handling your sister ever again!" Sam slammed the trunk. "Dammit, Connor, I don't care if I die, as long as Zoey's fine."

"This suicidal attitude has gotten you into trouble before, Sam Winchester."

"Oh well." Sam drove off, heading toward the abandoned warehouse.

He parked the Charger almost right in front of the door, grabbed his bag, and carefully opened the door to the warehouse.

It was filthy inside and, in the dead center of the floor, he saw Zoey sitting up. She turned toward him, but instead of being happy, she frowned. "Go away. This isn't funny."

He dropped his bag and rushed over to her. She was dirty and pale, her freckles standing out against her skin. "Zoey, I'm not leaving without you."

"You're not really here." She stuck her tongue out at him.

He realized she thought he was a hallucination. "Yes, I am." He said, sighing. All of the sudden, she fell backward, unconscious. "Shit!" He muttered, running back to his bag.

He yanked a can of spray paint and proceeded to nullify the warding symbols. He glanced back toward her, still sprawled out. Then, his eyes looked up and he saw the witch's trap. Now, everything made sense, but he knew he couldn't break it by himself. As he was crossing the last angel ward out, the warehouse door blew open. "I should have known." A male voice muttered darkly and Sam flew backwards into an old shelf. "Little Sammy Winchester, coming to rescue the damsel in distress."

Sam groaned, pulling himself up. "Who the hell are you?"

"You don't know?" He asked in mock surprise. "Lukas Gregory, Zoey's fiancé."

"Yeah right." Sam snorted.

He gasped suddenly as invisible hands tightened around his throat. "You Winchesters are notoriously smart-mouthed. I'd keep an eye on your tongue if I were you."

Sam's lip curled in disgust. "If I could do that, I wouldn't be a Winchester." He choked out.

Right as he blacked out from lack of oxygen, he was released. Gabriel stood behind the wizard. "Get her." He commanded and Sam was actually afraid of the angel, scrambling to his feet and picking Zoey up off the floor.

"No!" Lukas screamed as the building started to shake and the ceiling cracked down the middle, effectively breaking the trap. "She's mine!"

"RUN!" Gabriel yelled.

The warehouse came tumbling down; Sam barely escaped, but the doorframe caught Lukas, pinning him in the doorway. There was a bright light and Sam shielded his eyes. When it disappeared, Gabriel was stepping over the wizard's body as blood poured out onto the ground. "Why are you still here, Winchester? Get her to her house."

Sam nodded, placed her gently in the backseat, and raced to the house. As soon as he turned the car off, Connor and Nicole were outside. "Sam, is she-" Connor couldn't bring himself to say the word.

"I don't think so." Sam reassured not only the younger man, but also himself. The trio went inside and Sam laid her on the couch. "Nicole, will you get me a cloth and a bowl of warm water? I'm going to try and get some of this dirt off her."

Surprisingly, Nicole didn't argue and she came back with them rather quickly, sitting down on the chair, while Connor sat down at her feet. A long, shallow cut ran from the side of her left eye down to her cheek and as Sam lightly washed the area, Zoey flinched away from the cloth. "Sweetheart, it's alright. It's just me." Sam said soothingly.

She calmed down, still unwilling to wake up. "What happened?" Connor asked, but then, Sam noticed her right wrist at an odd angle.

"Nicole, is there a wrist brace here?"

"Yeah, hang on." She ran off, coming back with a black brace. "Oh god, Sam, that's broken."

"Yeah, I know." He slipped the brace on her, barely moving the hand until he fastened it.

Zoey screamed, sitting straight up, tears streaming down her face. Her lackluster green eyes focused on Sam and Sam alone. "Bastard." She hissed, holding her broken wrist. "That hurt."

"I know." Sam gave her an apologetic smile. "But, it'll heal properly now. The bone's lined up."

She glared at him. "Good. You're real which means I can-" Her voice faltered and she started sobbing, her head buried on his shoulder.

"Hey, you're okay." He ran a hand through her dirty, tangled copper hair. "Do you want to go take a shower?" He asked quietly.

She nodded and he cradled her to his chest, climbing the stairs to her large bedroom. "Why'd you come back?"

"You were in trouble." He said simply.