Bobby sighed as he opened a beer bottle and handed it over to Dean, who was panicking and trying to figure out where the kidnappers had taken Sam, he was concerned that Dean was worrying too much but couldn't do anything to slow the kid down!

"Look, he can't have gone far, we just need to think, is there any enemies he could have made in this area?"

"No, no one I can think of, we are only an hour out from Stanford, maybe an old enemy?... I swear I will kill anyone if they hurt him, human or not!"

After long hours of research, they had narrowed it down to 3 houses, all people the same age as Sam that had gone to Stanford. Bobby had kept insisting to take a break but Dean knew that every second that Sam was out of sight meant another second he would be hurt or worse.. He wouldn't rest till he found him! Dean's cell started ringing, deafening in the comparison to the eery silence in the motel room, it was Sam's number, he only let it ring twice before answering, half out of caution, what if it was the kidnapper? Then half out of dread, what if it was ringing from a hospital... No don't think like that!

"Sam, is that you?"

"No Dean, I just want you to let you know how's he's doing!"

Dean could hear shuffling then Sam screamed, loud and agonising to Dean's ears!

"Get off him! Sammy, are you ok? What the hell are you doing, Sammy where are you?" Dean was panicking, he needed to know where his brother was,

"Ssssh, Dean don't worry, he'll be dead soon, just another freak crossed off the list! See your brother here caused the person I loved to die, I never got over it, now he's gonna rot in hell!"

"Sam, put Sam on! Sammy?"

"Dean.." Sam's voice sounded laboured. Like he was struggling to breathe.

Dean heard the sound of fist connecting with face and Sam said no more

"So Dean, I understand you will come after us, you won't find us! And if you do, then Sam will understand how it is to die!"

"You son of a b***h, he already does, don't even consider killing him or I swear I'll hunt you down!"

The line went dead, and Dean stormed outside, raking his his hands through his hair, he was trembling, he was on edge! He needs to find Sam before any more harm was brought on him! Bobby raced outside, clinging to a single sheet of paper with relief plastered on his face.

"If I'm right about Sam knowing him, then I think I found the house of the guy who took Sam!"

Breathing hurt, in fact, everything hurt! His left calf was throbbing unbelievably, he thought it was broken, his jeans were soaked in his own blood from the multiple cuts layering his legs and chest, his shirt had been ripped off early on, he was patterned with bruises and his shoulder felt wrong, out of place, probably dislocated and his arms, well they were numb and if there was any more injuries he couldn't tell. It took all his strength to stay conscious, his head throbbed and he prayed Dean would get there before he gave up! He was considering to go back to the bliss of sleep, the sleep he had been drifting in and out of for god knows how long! Days? He vaguely remembered hearing Dean on the phone, he was so relieved to hear his voice at that point but that was at least a day ago now, or so he thought, he couldn't tell, he had no way of measuring time! The door opened and Zac walked back in, this time holding a gun. He twirled it in his hand admiring the pistol, then pointed it at Sam, who stiffened at the threat, the movement shooting pain through his body as he grimaced, Zac continued to walk towards Sam, still holding the gun, until the cold metal once again was pressed against him, this time to his head.

"SAM! SAMMY" the familiar voice burst through the house like a gunshot, a lot of noise convulsed through the filing of the basement as Zac's face turned fearful, he kept the gun at Sam's head but changed his angle so he was facing the doorway, Sam wanted to shout out for Dean but knows that they would be his last words if he did! Instead, he prepared his face so it didn't give away the amount of pain he was in, he hated it when Dean got too worried about him. Whispers echoed through the doorway getting closer each time as Dean and Bobby walked down the stone stairs and peered though the doorway.

Dean's face went pale as he took in the sight of Sam, he was covered in cuts and bruises and his shoulder looked nasty and out of place as he hung from the ceiling by cuffs, he instantly took in the threat of a gun pointed at Sam's head.

"Don't shoot, or he'll die, I know you don't want to see who will draw first! Don't put your brother's death to chance Dean!" The voice warned. Dean lowered his gun and looked over to Bobby who gave him a small nod confirming to carry out with the unspoken plan. The kidnapper relaxed as the gun lowered but was shocked as a gunshot rang through the room as he discovered his own gun knocked out of his hands. His wrists ached from the sudden movement but his hesitation was a mistake as he was suddenly found defenceless with two guns pointed at him.

Den ran over to Sam with a key he had found near the edge of the room, he released Sam from the cuffs and chucked them over to Bobby to use on Zac, that bastard was gonna pay for what he did to Sammy.

"Uuuugh"

"Its ok Sammy, I gotcha now" Dean soothed.

Sam moaned as the pressure was suddenly released from him and he crashed to the floor, greeting it with a thud. He was lay down by comforting, gentle hands as Dean checked his injuries. He suddenly gasped in pain as the feeling came back to his arms in the form of a fierce burning and pins and needles, that didn't feel like that, more like got iron pokers! Dean held him down as he writhed in pain, Dean gathered that Sam had dislocated his shoulder, broken a rib and an almost bone deep knife wound in his left calf, he hissed at the sight but thanked there were no other serious injuries, he would be patched up at the motel, all the other injuries were minor and would heal quickly, but the head injury looked nasty and Dean secretly vowed not to go to sleep till he was certain Sam wouldn't slip into a coma or other!

"De.. Dean?"

"Ssh Sammy... Don't talk!" Dean's voice was comforting yet stern, like he was telling off a young child.

"Jessica, it was ... Was my fault d'n" Deans expression went fierce as he remembered how Booby explained the connection between them, the kidnapper was Jess' twisted ex!

"Don't you dare say that Sam! It wasn't your fault and you know it! It was Azazel! A friggin demon, not you!" He couldn't believe that guy had the nerve to even say that!

"What the hell are you talking about?" Zac asked, confused by the weird crap being discussed! Dean walked over to him and knocked him out cold for being in the way!

"Alright Sam , let's get outta here before the cops arrive, I'm sure someone phoned them after hearing the gun!" Bobby said, concerned they'd be caught, he was taking charge and wanted to get out there quick!

"Let's go then, up 'n' at em Sammy!"

Sam cried out when Dean hauled him up, it jarred his leg and chest bit quickly shoved it down as best he could after seeing Dean hesitation, though Sam fooled no one, it was unfortunate he was in the room with the two people who knew him best!

Sam was a dead weight, what had he eaten?! Dean put his arm under Sam's good shoulder and half dragged him back to the impala. Sam heavily limped and his face screwed up every time he put his weight on his left leg, his dislocate arm safely placed across his chest! He was aching everywhere, he just wanted to rest!

When they got back to the motel forced Sam to sit on the end of his bed, he could tell how much Sam wanted to sleep from the dark circles under his eyes but he wouldn't let him and Sam knew it. He gave Sam a swig of whiskey before he began.

"I'm gonna pop this shoulder back in place, you ready?"

Sam nodded carefully, as if more would be too much effort!

"On three ... 1..."

"Aaaaaaagh Dean uh, why? " Sam moaned at the pain increase but also it felt a little better!

"You were all tensed up man! Better late than never!"

Bobby and Dean slowly checked all Sam's injuries and tied a tight bandage around his chest and then disinfected and sewed up all his cuts, totaling to 42 stitches! Sam slipped down some Tylenol with water as he started to feel better as he knew Dean would be there watching!

"Hey Sam, did you know 42 is the answer to everything in the universe!" Dean chuckled as Sam wriggles into his bed and shut his eyes!

"No it isn't, shut up jerk!"

"B***h"

The End

Hope you liked it, didn't know how it would go, any improvements I could make?

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