AN: Sorry for the long wait, I had hoped to finish this a few days ago, but I've been really busy with work.

Anyway, I really think the story should end at chapter 10, but the way this chapter ended, I think maybe it would need either one OR two more chapters. I'm not sure yet.

Dean slipped his gun in his back waistband and signaled to the others to follow him. The others who went on the raids with him knew that he had a contact that knew everything he needed or went out of his way to find what he needed to know. But that was it; that was the only thing they knew. They didn't know who the contact was, his name, what he looked like, where he was located... nothing. Not even Castiel knew. Dean just couldn't bring himself to release that information.

The building they went into looked like a run down apartment that's been vacated for years, but what most didn't know was that passed a certain point, it wasn't. In the lobby at the far right corner, there was a wall with a broken and ugly picuture frame hanging from a rusty nail. Dean told the others to wait, and went up to the wall. The others did but still watched what Dean was doing.

Dean looked up to the corner and called out, "Come on, let us in." He rolled his eyes. "Yes, we're alone. Let us in now." He motioned for the others to follow.

Castiel furrowed his brows. "Did you hear someone we didn't?"

Dean chuckled when he saw their jaws drop at the sight of the wall opening up to reveal a tunnel. He shook his head. "No. Every time I come here, he's always worried that someone followed me in here."

Dean was the last one inside and as soon as he stepped inside, the wall closed shut. As they were making their way to his contact, Dean was impressed on how the good the place was coming along. Dean was the one who showed the place to his contact and even helped him set everything up. The last time he was here, it was still coming along, but now the place looked good.

The group stopped when they saw a heavy set man facing a computer. Next to the monitor he was staring at were five others. Each one was displaying four different screens. One of them clearly showed the lobby they just passed through, and the other from the entrance.

All around them they could see filing cabinets, computers, TVs, maps, blueprints, and countless technological equipment. They've never seen that much equipment in one room.

Dean pushed his way to the front with his hand on his gun. They didn't know why Dean would be reaching for his weapon when he knew the man before them. They stepped back when Dean slowly pulled it out. None of them were completely positive if they should help or not. Was the man before them not the man Dean was talking about?

"Get up, now!" Dean ordered readying his weapon.

The man slowly pulled his hands up to show he wasn't holding anything. He turned around in his chair and slowly stood up. The man glared at him. "I let you in and you pull a gun on me? I thought we had more trust than that, Jensen."

Dean smirked, "Trust? Don't make me laugh. You're the last person I would fucking trust."

"Yet, here you are. With the remainder of your Archangels, I'm guessing. What? Did Alastair and your boy toy fuck you up? Why are you here Jensen?"

"Don't fucking play with me. You know why we're here. You said you had it."

"Put the gun away, and we'll talk." The man slowly put his hands down, but his right hand went behind him. In a flash he pulled out his own gun and it was pointing straight at Dean.

The sight of someone pulling a gun on their alpha angered them all. They quickly went for their own weapons, but Dean yelled to them to stop. They all exchanged confused looks, but their alpha gave them an order so they had to obey.

Each man walked closer to each other, but their guns never faltered. They all gasped when both men pulled the trigger, but it was even more shocking when neither gun fired a single shot. They were both empty. What? Dean never had an empty gun. Did he make a mistake? Dean put the gun into his back waistband and laughed along with other man putting his gun away too. Okay, what the fuck was going on?

"Dean?" called Castiel.

Dean ignored him and went to shake the other man's hand. "'Boy toy'? Where the hell did you learn that?"

The man shrugged his shoulders. "Heard it on TV."

"Boy, what the hell is going on?" demanded Bobby.

Dean turned to the others and it was like he had forgotten they were all there. "Oh, sorry. This is Frank; a real good friend of mine. Frank this is what's left."

Frank waved to the others, then turned to Dean. All signs of laughter faded away. "All right, play time's over. Jensen, I hacked into Alastair's building, and it's confirmed your boy's in there. Now, your lover boy is being held on the top floor in one of Alastiar's top secure rooms. I've only seen him go inside when he first showed up, and again just after the attack on you."

Frank pressed a few keys and a huge screen popped up that showed a locked room. It was completely closed off, so there was no way to see inside.

"Now, Alastiar goes in there almost every night and he doesn't come out until the morning. There's no cameras inside, and if there are I can't access them. From what I've seen since you've told me that he's responsible for this, I've seen him go into only one other room. And that's the room where they do the testing on the werewolves they capture."

"Has..."

Frank shook his head, "No. I've never seen Sam in that room at all. If they're doing testing on him, it's not in there." He pressed a few other keys, and the screen changed. It was digital blueprint of the entire building.

"What else do you got?"

"I also got that info you wanted." He went to a filing cabinet, and scrolling through a few, he came back with a list of what looked to be names and dates. He handed it to Dean and the others tried to look at it over his shoulder.

"This is a complete list of people who works at that building. Everyone on this list is going to be there in two days."

"Why?" Dean asked looking up from the report.

"I don't know. From what I've searched through, Alastair's about ready to make an announcement to the workers. On Friday, he's going to announce it to the public."

Dean didn't even have to ask for him to elaborate. He already knew what that bastard wanted to announce. If he was right, that asshole found the cure. They couldn't let that happen. They had to destroy that cure and anything that could help them make a new one.

Sam is laying down on the bed naked next to Alastair. He didn't want to be there with him. He wanted to leave, but he had nowhere else to go. Alastair told him that they've always been together, but why did he feel like that wasn't true? He hated being with him, and even more when the other man wanted a quick fuck. He felt dirty every time. He would rather be dead than here.

Alastiar wanted to scream in triumph and rub it into Jensen's face that he had Sam. Sam was his and he'll die being his. Alastair had released him from his control, because he didn't want Sam to just lay there unresponsive when they fucked. Sam was under his control for so long, that he didn't even think anything was different. Because of the whole mind control he had over Sam, he didn't have to worry about him questioning anything he was told.

There was a loud noise, and Alastiar growled. Why couldn't he ever be left alone to fuck his toy in peace? He pushed Sam away, and put his clothes on.

Sam flinched when he was shoved away. He thought he was going to be hit again. He sat up and was startled when the door didn't shut all the way, and Alastair didn't given him any orders. The best part was, he didn't even black out. He's come to realize he's been blacking out a lot lately. He laid back and closed his eyes. He was finally alone. Sam was hardly ever left alone, because he was always left with someone. At least he thinks he is, but for some reason, this time he's not.

These were one of the times he enjoyed being left alone, because when he was, he dreamed. His dreams weren't simple every day dreams, no, they were about a man. A very beautiful man with bright green eyes and the most kind smile. Every time he dreams, he sees the green eyed man smiling at him. He feels safe.

He opened his eyes and got up. Making his way to the restroom, he did his business. As he was walking passed the open door, he heard something or a couple of things. One was a woman yelling, and the other was a child crying. Sam frowned. He peeked out into the hallway, and saw Meg holding a baby and yelling at her to stop crying. Sam could see Meg was getting frustrated with the child.

Seeing Meg yell at the crying child sparked a flame inside him. He felt instantly angry at seeing anyone yell at a troubled baby. He walks out quickly towards her. "Meg, stop!"

Meg looks up and rolls her eyes. "Don't fucking yell at me. This thing won't stop crying, and it's driving me nuts!"

Sam scoffed, "Of course she won't stop with you screaming at her."

"Fine. You take her then. I'm tired of holding it. I got work to do."

For a quick second, Sam had assumed that Meg would just hand him the baby, but that assumption went right out the window when Meg practically threw the baby at him. It was a miracle Sam caught her in time. He didn't even notice that the crying instantly stopped.

She turned and walked away. Sam growled at her. "You fucking bitch!"

Sam holding the baby turned around and made their way back to his room. He couldn't stop staring her. She was so beautiful. Where was her mother? No way was Meg her mother. No mother in their right mind would treat their child like that. Closing the door behind him, Sam continued to stare. He frowned. He gently touched her cheek and pulled her in close. "I know you."

Two days later, Dean is in his car and the others are in the spare car Frank provided. He couldn't get the man to come with him, and he was actually pleased with the man refusing. He was going to need eyes all over the building. He would need to know when and where the people were, and more importantly where Sam was.

As he's making his way to Alastair's lab, Dean couldn't help but feel afraid. It wasn't because of what was most likely going to go down, but because with everything that's happened with Sam, there was a chance he might not want to come back with him. He couldn't leave Sam there when their plans were that the building wouldn't even be standing when they were finished. But how was he going to convince Sam to come with him if he didn't want to?

What was he going to do if Sam wasn't himself, and wanted to stay with that bastard? The fact that they were mates would help a little, but Dean didn't want to force Sam to come if he really didn't want to. He could try and kiss him again, but what if that was only a one time thing? How else was he supposed to bring Sam back?

Sam was sitting down up again a wall with his hands cuffed behind him. He hurt all over. His legs were free, but it didn't matter, because he couldn't move even if he wanted to. His ankle was badly injured, his back ached with being kicked repeatedly, and he didn't even know what specific area was injured on his face. All he knew was that his entire face was throbbing with pain.

Sam spat out blood. His right eye was swollen shut, and he couldn't see that well in his other eye. What he could see was that bitch Meg holding his daughter and still yelling at her. Despite being in severe pain, that didn't stop him from mustering up all his strength, "Stop yelling at her you fucking bitch! She's not going to stop if you yell. She's just a baby!"

Meg ignored him. Sam was about to yell again when he saw the door open to reveal Alastair walking in looking smug. He could see him holding a needle with... blood?

Alastair saw what he was looking at and grinned. He walked over to Sam and squatted to eye level. "You know," Alastair grabbed Sam's face to pull him closer, "it didn't have to come to this. We could've been together. I could've made you happy."

Sam didn't respond, and with whatever strength he had left he used it to spit blood right in the bastard's face. Alastair stood up and wiped the blood away. He turned his back on Sam and made his way to the exit. Then he stopped.

"I may not have any more control over you, but thanks to your blood, I'll have the cure. I don't understand how you were the only that could take the cure, but it doesn't matter anymore. The cure will be made and it be given to all werewolves, and you filthy things will be no more."

He walked out, but a few seconds later, he came back.

"Thank you, Sam. Thank you for being such a good hole for my dick. I can see why Jensen wants you back so badly." Then he left again. Meg, still holding Genevieve, walked out too.

Sam is left bleeding and in pain on the floor. He turned to the other two occupants in the room. One was unconsciousness and the other was very close to it. "Thanks for coming back."

The male of the two chuckled. Sam could tell it was painful for him to even do that. He didn't look any better than Sam, and neither did the girl laying unconscious. "We couldn't leave you behind. Sorry it took us so long."

Sam smiled. He could tell he was losing consciousness with all the black spots flashing across his vision. "Better late... At least now, I won't die without knowing the truth." He whimpered when the pain in his chest came at him. He lowered his chin to his chest and his eyes were slowly closing. "I love you, Jensen."

...

Two hours earlier:

Sam frowned at the baby in his arms. "I do know you. I know you. You're mine. You're my daughter!"

Genevieve only stared at him and he felt tears in his eyes. How could he have ever forgotten her? What the hell was the matter with him. How long has it been since he held her? Has she been with Meg this whole time? His eyes widened. The last thing he remembered was returning home and seeing Alastair and Meg. Return? Why did he ever leave?

Sam was brought out of his thoughts when he sees Alastair walking in. He gulped. He was incredibly scared, because despite knowing that something was very wrong. He knew he was going to be in trouble, because he was never supposed to leave the room. Holding Genevieve, there was no way he could ever hide leaving.

Alastair stops when he sees what's in Sam's arms. "What the hell is that thing doing in here? I thought I told Meg to keep it out of my sight? Don't worry, Sam, I'll have Meg get rid of it."

Sam didn't know what to say. The thought of someone harming his child infuriated him, but he didn't know why they would even want to. She was just a child. He watched as Alastair left to go fetch Meg.

It didn't take long for both Alastair and Meg to come back. Meg rolled her eyes at what she was needed to do. She walked up to Sam with her arms stretched out to take back the baby, but Sam held her closely and stepped away from her. At the sight of pulling away from her, both Meg and Alastair were confused. Never since Sam had been with them, did he ever show any sign of defiance. Sure, Sam yelled at Meg earlier, but that was different. Sam always yelled when he felt passionate about something.

"You're not taking her away from me again." Again? Why did he say that?

Alastair smirked. "Aren't the birds pretty, Sam?"

Sam goes completely still, eyes glazed over. Alastair feels proud and motions for Meg to take the baby. It wasn't what she wanted to do, but she did it. She took Genevieve from Sam and went back to Alastair's side. He was about to open his mouth to give her an order, but stopped when they all heard a blast coming from somewhere down the hallway.

Meg runs out and goes straight to her office. Alastair didn't mind leaving Sam alone the way he was, because he knew that he wasn't going anywhere. He turned around and left the room to go investigate the incident. He assumed someone mixed the wrong things and caused the blast. Whatever it was, whoever it was that did it, was going to be fired.

Gunshots could be heard not too far away from the room Sam was in. Then, two people in black clothing and hooded faces came running in. They aimed their guns everywhere around the room checking to see if anyone other than Sam was in the room. Out of nowhere the taller of the two, pulled out a needle with an unknown substance and walked up to Sam who was still standing there. Without hesitation, the taller figure stuck the needle in Sam's neck.

Jared had sworn his head was on fire, and his brain melting. He didn't understand what was going on, but he had felt a sting in his neck, and then out of nowhere the pain came in like a tidal wave. He could sense his body not responding to the severe pain it was feeling; it was like his body didn't even register that anything was wrong. On the inside, Jared was screaming in pain.

Jared didn't know when his eyes were closed, but they clearly were because he opened them to see that he was on the floor. He was breathing heavily, and he could see someone standing over him. He could hear the man talking, but couldn't hear what was being said.

"-red? Jared?" the man said.

Jared furrowed his brows. He knew that voice. He's heard that voice since he was young. His vision then became clearer and more focused. "Chad?"

Chad smiled down at him and helped him to his feet. "Hey, pretty boy. Are you all right?"

Jared didn't know if he could answer that, only because he didn't know what he could say. He was still coming in and out of it, but he was more aware. He looked behind Chad to see someone else. That someone turned around pulling down her hood.

"Lilith?"

Lilith smiled and walked up to him kissing him on the cheek. "Hey, there lover boy. I've missed you."

Jared grinned despite the circumstances. Even with things being fucked up, he still couldn't resist what he and Lilith did with each other. "I missed you too, baby." He leaned down to kiss Lilith on her cheek.

Chad rolled his eyes, and then went to separate them. "All right, all right, enough. Now's not the time for you two to piss me off."

Jared shook his head. "You're right. What's going on?" He looked around. "Where's Jensen? Where are we?"

Chad took in a deep breath. "We don't have much time. I'll answer all of your questions, but we need to get out of here before that dipshit you call uncle comes back."

Jared went to follow his friends, but they stopped when they saw Alastair, Nick, and three huge men he didn't recognize. Jared wasn't afraid of Alastair, and he could take on the three men, but Nick... Nick was going to be an issue.

"Sam? What are you doing?" Alastair asked.

Jared furrowed his brows. Who was he talking to? "Who's Sam?"

Alastair rolled his eyes. "Aren't the birds pretty, Sam?"

Jared looked around at them all confused. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Did his uncle finally lose it?

Alastair stepped closer despite Jared's friends pointing guns at them. In a louder voice, "Aren't the birds pretty, Sam?"

Something was wrong. Jared looked just as confused. He looked to the man standing next to Jared.

"Don't bother. You're little mind trick won't do shit anymore." Chad lifted up a needle. "Jared's no longer yours."

Alastair growled. He flinched when both Chad and Lilith pulled the trigger of their gun, but relaxed when nothing happened. He smirked. He motioned for his men to take them, and although he will no longer have control over his toy, he still got what he wanted.

After they all threw punches, Jared and his friends were beaten. Alastair walked over to Jared who was being pinned to the ground by his brother, he grabbed his hair pulling his head up. He enjoyed the grunt Jared made. "You belonged to me Sam, I could've made you happy."

Jared growled. "Fuck you! I belong to Jensen!" He heard Alastair laugh. He hissed when he tightened his grip on Jared's hair. The last thing he remembered was the bastard slamming his head into the ground.

Later that night, Dean is checking his guns and making sure that everything that they were going to need was with them. They couldn't risk attacking with limited supplies. This was their last chance at ending this, and Dean had to make sure that everything went according to plan or close to it. As long as everyone was taken care, the cure and everything that could make it, and Sam rescued, he didn't care about anything else.

Castiel is at the trunk loading everything up. The others are tying their machetes to their legs just in case they either couldn't shift, or if it was easier or safer to be human.

They were now standing in front of the building, and Dean called in to Frank and it was confirmed that everyone they needed to get rid of was inside the building. He did tell Dean that he sent two people inside to help Sam with the mind control he was under. Dean didn't have time to ask who it was, but he was told that they could be trusted and they cared about Sam's safety. With everything that was going on and will happen, that was good enough for him.

Dean looked around the corner and saw no one around. "Frank, what does the login records tell you?"

"I'm scanning it all, and no one that works there has left the building. Cameras are showing everyone inside."

Walking inside the building, Dean made sure he was the last one inside since he was the one that was going to lock the place up. Dean spoke into the ear piece they were all given, "Gabriel? You in position?"

"Ready."

"Jody?"

"All clear."

Dean looked at his watch, "All right, let's lock it up." Dean pulled out a heavy chain and lock and used it to lock the doors shut. No one but him could unlock this, because he was the only with the key to all three locks.

"In twenty seconds, Frank is going to cut the power, be ready."

When the power went out, everyone but Castiel and Dean shifted. Castiel explained that he didn't want to leave Dean alone, and Dean didn't want to waste any time arguing. Dean cocked his gun along with Castiel and moved forward. They would all be able to hear Frank through the ear piece to help them along the way.

"Remember everyone," Dean said, "no one but us is to be left alive. If they have any captives, we let them go. I don't care if you guys are my friends, you hurt or try to kill Sam or his daughter, you will not leave this building alive."

Chad could see Jared breathing heavily. Something was wrong. He could see that Jared was in pain and hurting, but that wasn't what seemed wrong. It was something else. Something dangerous. Despite the predicament he and Lilith found themselves in, they didn't regret coming here. After their near death experience at Jared's house, they tracked him down and was relieved to know he was safe.

As much as they wanted to go see him, they couldn't. They still needed to know what Alastair was planning, and why he even killed Jared's family in the first place. They knew that Alastair was very interested in Jared, but Lilith felt that it was much more than that. So, after breaking into Alastair's system, he had seen that there were video footage of Alastiar and a very young Jared. They could see evidence of Alastair doing something to control Jared, and that's what they needed to deal with.

He had explained the situation to him, and Frank helped them with a counter to the mind control he had over Jared. He wasn't told everything that would happen, but what he was told wasn't like anything he was seeing now.

Chad tried to move closer to Jared, and ignored the pain flaring through his body. "Jared?" Nothing.

Jared continued to breath heavily. It got so bad that whatever was happening to him was causing his entire body to shake and he was starting to growl.

"Jared?" He said louder, but still nothing. Whatever was going on was all inside Jared.

'Hello?' Jared called out. He was in complete darkness, yet he could still see himself clearly. 'Jensen? Chad?'

Where the hell was he? Was he dead? Were his injuries more severe than he thought they were? What the hell was going on?

'Sam?'

Jared turned around and saw in front of him was a dark brown wolf. The animal was beautiful, but looked scared... terrified. He walked closer to it with his hand stretched out desperately wanting to comfort it. He knew he should be careful, but he didn't feel afraid of the animal.

But then he stopped. 'Did you just say something? You can talk?'

The wolf tilt its head in confusion, but still didn't try to get closer to Jared. 'Wolves tend to be able to communicate with their human side during their first meeting.'

'Their human side? I don't have a wolf, I'm completely human.'

'What do you suppose is happening between us now?'

Jared shook his head and stepped back. This couldn't be real. He was dreaming. Why he would dream about a talking wolf he had no idea. Right now he just wanted to wake up and try to escape back to Jensen. That was all.

Despite wanting to go back, he couldn't help but ask, 'Who are you?'

The wolf chuckled. He seemed more relaxed. 'You ask me who I am, yet you do not accept who you are. Interesting.'

'I know who I am!' Jared yelled angrily. He thought back to him having a similar conversation with Chad and Lilith.

'Are you sure you know who you are? Or would you like me to tell you?'

AN: Like it? I hope so. What do you think is going to happen? How do you think the story is going to end? I hope to hear what you all think. Sam only knows himself as Jared. Once he was given a 'cure' from Chad, he was back to normal which means he's Jared again. He has no idea who 'Sam' is. It's hard to explain, but I hope I made it easy to understand. If you still don't understand, let me know. Until next time. -Kauri510