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Sam couldn't look away.

Why was this happening? Hadn't he suffered enough? Now his family was being dragged into his mess. He should have known better than to join up with his dad and brother.

"Anytime you want to start explaining, I'm ready." Dean couldn't hide the anger in his voice but he was trying. He knew Sam was still fragile.

Silence hung in the air. Dean was about to ask again but Sam spoke up.

"The demons who took me. They aren't dead."

"Yeah," Dean rubbed his tired eyes, "kinda got that. So it's demons we're up against?"

"Yeah. Kind of." Sam continued to stare at the icy finger, "But there're more than your typical demon. It's…complicated."

"Well you're going to have to uncomplicated it for me. Can you talk while we drive?" Dean snatched up the keys to his dad's ride as well as a duffle bag full of weapons.

It was weird riding up front. Usually Sam was in the backseat and it was John behind the wheel.

"So where are we going?" Dean asked, pushing the pedal to the metal.

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It wasn't long before the duo pulled up to an abandoned building out in the middle of nowhere. A rusty sign hung above the doors, "Humane Society"

"This is it?" Dean couldn't help but mentally chuckle at the irony of the situation.

It was all Sam could do to nod an affirmative. He had just escaped this hell hole and now not even 48 hours later, he was back.

Dean could see the tension in his brother's posture and the fear in his eyes.

"We got this Sammy."

Sam turned to his older brother and looked him dead in the eyes, "No. We don't."

The usual front guards weren't in place, so entering the building was a cinch.

"A little quite isn't it?" Dean whispered as they inched down the long hallway. There were no hall guards. Sam's fear was melting into curiosity. Where was everybody? Why couldn't he hear bloodcurdling screams or chains clattering?"

Upon reaching the doors at the end of the hallway, Sam was positive that something was up. There was no demon team blocking the doors to the holding area. Sam stepped in front of his brother and pushed the doors open.

Nothing. The large room before them was completely bare, with the exception of hollow, bloodstained, cages.

"What's going on Sammy?" Dean asked, his weapon still locked and loaded.

As if to answer his question, Dean's eyes rested upon a piece of paper addressed to Sam resting on the ground before him.

Dean opened the paper so the message was visible to both of them.

"You didn't honestly think it would be that easy. Let's try this again Sammy."

As Dean read the second sentence Sam cringed. It was a phrase he had heard thousands of times. Whenever he gave an answer that the demons disapproved of all he got was a simple, "let's try this again Sammy," followed by a tremendous amount of pain.

"Do you know where they went? Where they took dad?"

"No." Sam's mind was spinning. His dad wasn't here, his friends weren't here, his enemies weren't here. The building was empty and yet it was so full. Full of dreadful memories that were piercing his mind and brining back the pain so strong that he began to feel his scars and newer wounds begin to throb. "Can we get out of here?"

As much as Dean wanted to whisk his baby brother away from the bloody prison he knew they needed to do more digging. "Let's get out of here asap, but first let's make sure we gather all the intel we'll need to pick up a trail and find dad."

Sam grimaced and gave a stiff nod.

Thirty minutes later, they hadn't found anything that would help point them in the right direction. There were a few times when Sam had to step away to get a deep breath in order to avoid puking.

"Well," Dean sighed, "I guess we're just wasting time here. Let's go."

Sam started to follow his brother out of the dungeon but stopped as he passed by an all too familiar cage.

"Sam?" Dean asked waiting for his brother to catch up.

Sam didn't answer, he just opened the door to little space he was once confined to, hesitated for a moment and then began to sob. He had tried so hard to hold it together in front of Dean. But this was too much.

Within seconds, Dean was at his brother's side, pulling his Sammy into an embrace.

"It's ok Sammy. We're leaving now. I'm sorry."

Sam tried to catch his breath and stop the tears but it was nearly impossible.

"I'm here Sammy. You're safe. It's gonna be ok. We're going to find dad. I promise."

Sam wiped his cheeks and slowed his breathing but as Dean started to pull him away from the cage door, Sam remained motionless. His eyes were fixed on a metal bar in the cage.

"Wait." Sam managed to whisper.

Dean watched as Sam took in a deep breath and took a step into the cage. He neared a particular bar and then turned back to face Dean.

"Raton." Sam cleared his throat, "Dad's in Raton."

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Sorry this was a bit short. Next one will be longer and we'll get more details on what happened! Please review!