*Sorry for the late update. My baby has a virus that I of course caught. But we are finally getting better now! This chapter doesn't have a lot of action, but the next few will. Again this story is assuming The Winchesters knew about vampires before S.2. Enjoy!*

Dean was vaguely aware of where he was. He knew that horrible hospital smell was to hell, and hated it every dam time. He knew this had to be bad in order for him to be in here. His head hurt and he was a little foggy, but other than that everything else seemed to be in place. Yet it felt like something was missing, or yet someone. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it seemed like a void was settled in the pit of his stomach. He didn't feel threatened, yet he knew he had to wake up this instant!

He opened his eyes slightly and the first thing he noticed was his dad sitting next to him. His arm was in a sling and his face looked worse for wear, but he wasn't the one in a hospital bed. Next thing he looked for was a certain fourteen year old brother…who wasn't in sight. That wakes him up every time. Everything came flashing back. He was walking Sam out to the car….then nothing, god why couldn't he remember what happened next? He blinked and reached his hand up to a cut on his forehead, and also noticed a pain in the back of his head where a bump was.

"Relax Dean. You got a pretty nasty concussion." John said with concern in his voice.

Dean looked at his dad.

"Yeah I figured. Where's Sam? You were able to get to him when I was knocked out right?"

John looked away. He wanted Dean to wake up, but he didn't want to explain to his oldest how Sam was kidnapped by Troy and was only god knows where.

"No Dean, I wasn't able to get to him. By the time I made it outside both Troy and his partner were gone. As well as Sam."

Dean sat up straight in his hospital bed, a serious look on his face. Suddenly all pain was gone and replaced by worry.

"What do you mean they were gone 'as well as Sam?' Are you telling me that Troy managed to get his freaking hands on Sam?!"

To say Dean was livid was an understatement. How the hell did those two manage to get past him and his dad?

"They had to have carefully planned everything out, and while I always expect for the worst it doesn't mean it will always work out for the best. I won't stop until Sam is fine and back home with us." John said trying to reassure his oldest.

Dean covered his face with his hands and sank down into his bed. How the hell could he have let this happen? He swore to protect Sam and he was taken. How was Sam supposed to trust him now? How the hell could he expect Sam to trust him to have his back on hunts when he can't even keep him safe against another hunter? Worse of all what could they be doing to Sam right now?

"I swear to god dad when I find him if there is one mark on his body those dicks are going to pay. They were already on my shit list and this just completely confirmed it."

Dean took his hands away from his face and looked at his dad.

"Those guys are dead dad. DEAD!"

John jumped a little and looked at Dean.

"Dam it Dean if anyone is going to kill them it's going to be me. I'm supposed to keep both you and Sam safe and I failed on both accounts. For now you need to get better, then we will get Sam back."

"You should be out there right now looking for him instead of here with me. I'm fine dad! I mean what do you even know about Troy and his partner?"

Suddenly Dean got a horrifying image in his mind. There was a very good reason why they kept Sam away from other hunters. Hunters didn't have time for wives, or even girlfriends for that matter, which usually meant they used other means such as one night stands…..or other unsavory methods.

Dean started hyperventilated without even realizing it until John had a hand on his chest and was trying to calm him down, yet all Dean could picture was Troy with his hands on Sam and he just couldn't relax.

"Dam it Dean relax will you?!"

Finally a middle aged doctor came rushing in as Dean's heart monitor started going crazy and Dean was beat red and barely breathing.

"Mr. Evans you need to relax! Your blood pressure is going through the roof!"

"Dean relax and that's an order! Your brother is fine. I got a message from him."

Dean looked at his father with anger in his eyes. He still couldn't really breathe properly, but he had to know what was going on.

"You got a message from him and you're just telling me NOW? What the hell dad?"

The doctor looked between the two confused and John looked up at him.

"His kid brother is at college and we haven't heard from him in a while."

John knew he had to lie.

The doctor nodded.

"Ok but Mr. Evans, you really can't get worked up like that. You need to relax while you're here in order for your head to heal. If you don't I'm going to have to sedate you."

Dean shot the doctor a murderous glare and John stepped in.

"I'll make sure he relaxes, thank you doctor."

The last thing they needed were the cops involved. Troy might get spooked and who knows what will happen.

John put a hand on Dean's shoulder as the doctor left the room.

"Dam it Dean we have to keep a level head if we're going to get Sam back. Now as I was saying, when you were out I went back to the house and grabbed some information on Troy, as well as the computer to see if I could maybe try and track them. When I opened it up I saw there was a new e-mail. It was from Sammy. Read it yourself."

John prepped the laptop and showed it to Dean. Upon reading it he couldn't help but feel angry and relieved at the same time. Sam didn't seem scared, just kind of frustrated. Yet if anything were to happen between Sam and Troy, Sam wouldn't tell him over e-mail.

"Troy and his new partner don't have a record when it comes to that kind of stuff. The worst we have to worry about is him manhandling Sam, and he knows how to take care of himself for the most part. He's not going to kill Sam when he apparently needs him so badly, so we have some time."

John was trying his best to assure Dean that Troy and his partner wouldn't 'touch' Sam in such a manner. Although he was never one hundred percent positive about anything in life, so he was trying to assure himself as well. Troy didn't have that kind of past, but he also didn't know a lot about his new partner. He knew he couldn't think about that right now, and had to focus on finding Sam.

Dean moaned and covered his face with his hands again in frustration. He hated being separated from Sam, especially when he was in danger.

"Ok so dad. Can we trace the e-mail or something? Get kind of a location?"

"I already have Bobby on it. Now Sam said he would write again when he can, maybe he'll have more information for us next time. Until then we have nothing to go on. We have feelers out to every hunter to keep a look out for Troy and his possible whereabouts, but no one has seen him in weeks and he is nowhere close to where he was last spotted. All we can do now is search for clues, see what Bobby comes up with, and hope that Sam will send another e-mail with more information. Until then you need to rest, cause once we do find them you need to be in your best shape."

"How do you except me to rest while Sam is with those nut jobs?"

Dean sat up and crossed his arms with fierce determination. He clenched his jaw and all he saw was Troy's face. Dean didn't care what his father said. Sam was his responsibility, and he was going to deal out the punishments for the people that hurt him.

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Sam was waking up in a less than comfortable, yet a very familiar one. He realized he had fallen asleep at the small table in his room with one of the old books under him. He quickly got himself together and closed the book. He then wondered where the hell Troy was. He didn't know what time it was, but his internal clock was telling him the sun was out at least. He stood up and walked over to the door and started banging on it.

"Troy!"

He waited a few minutes and heard footsteps so he backed away. Troy came walking in with a huge tray of breakfast and a big smile on his face.

"Good morning Sammy!"

Troy placed the tray on the small table. Sam looked at him like he was crazy. Why the hell was he so dam cheerful?

"Uh, yeah morning."

Sam walked over to his food and started eating.

"So why are you so happy?"

"Well, last night I was able to kill the creature, then I went to the bar, hooked up with the most beautiful girl there who was leaving town this morning, and had great sex. If you hadn't done that research for me it would have taken me days and I would have missed out."

Sam made a gross face. He didn't like it when Dean talked about hooking up and he sure as hell didn't like hearing about when this guy did it.

"Yeah that's great, but um hey you think since the hunt went so well that you could let me go today? I'm sure my family must be worried sick."

"Listen Sam that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I heard that there's a nest of vamps a town over, but I can't for the life of me figure out which of the thousand farm houses there in. I'm going to need you to help me out again."

"What?! You said this was the only hunt! That you would let me go after this was finished!"

Sam was pissed. He was now glad that he informed his family that he was ok, because it looked like he was going to be here for a while longer.

"Look I know I said that, but this is big. And after the vamps nest is found I'll let you go. I need to find this soon Sam, innocent lives are at stake."

Sam knew he shouldn't really indulge in this guy. Dean was right, one hunt led to two which he was so hoping would not lead to ten. No he had to keep him cool, get the laptop back, and find out where he was.

"Ok fine I'll help. But I need the laptop and a map of the town."

"I'll have to find an unmarked map that has no names on it, but that sounds good. Alright I'll go get the supplies."

The second Troy got up and left Sam knew he needed to find out where he was. He got up and looked at the books again. One last night caught his eye, it was a newer book. He quickly found it and opened it up. Sure enough the very front page had a stamp that said 'Property of Dearborn Michigan State University.'

BINGO!

There was no check out stamp, but it was better than nothing. He put the book back in its place, and would ask about it later.

Troy came back carrying the laptop and another huge stack of files which he put on the table.

"Hey Troy. These books are like ancient, how the hell did you get them and how do you organize something like this?

Sam actually loved all those dam books. They had information in them on things that you actually couldn't find on the internet. Well most of them. Troy walked over to Sam.

"Yeah these are great hu?"

Troy walked over to the books and started fingering over the bindings.

"I categorized them oldest to youngest. The older ones are up top while the more updated ones are down below. Um most of them I inherited, the other half I stole from occult shops and other random places around town."

"Around this town? I mean I don't know where I am, but I never saw any old books like this traveling the country."

"You have to know where to look Sam."

Troy walked back to the door. Before he left he looked over his shoulder at Sam.

"Call me when you have information on that nest!"

Sam nodded, then once Troy was out of sight rolled his eyes.

He couldn't get the laptop opened fast enough as he quickly got to the e-mail.

Dad and Dean,

I don't have much time. Dean was right he's keeping me for another hunt, but I know where I am! I'm somewhere in Dearborn Michigan. It's a start. It might also help that he has me searching into a vamp nest. Again I'm ok. I hope you guys are fine. Don't respond back. Got to go.

Love,

Sammy

Sam took no time in erasing the computer so there was no evidence, and got to work on the stupid vampire hunt. He thought maybe if he could lead them far far away from where the actual hunt was, that would give his family more time to find him. He started coming up with a plan.

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John and Dean were sleeping in the hospital. Dean was going to get dismissed today.

John woke up and looked around the room. It certainly wasn't the same without his Sammy there. And Dean was positively miserable. He decided to check his e-mails to see if anyone had gotten back to him about the whereabouts of Sam, when he saw a new e-mail. He opened it, and was extatic to see it was from Sam! He starting shaking Dean awake.

"Dean Dean! Sam wrote back."

Dean hurried up and woke up. John put the laptop on the bed as Dean was yawning so they could both read it.

"Crap! I knew he wasn't going to let Sam go that easily. He sees that kid as a tool." Dean said sounding defeated.

"At least we know where he is now son. Dearborn Michigan is about four hours away! You get dressed and I'll call Bobby."

Dean was already out of bed pulling the wires out of his arm, trying to get his head on straight. He was still dizzy and disoriented, but he knew where Sam was! He could be dizzy after they saved him. Now vampires? They didn't have a lot of practice with them, but one thing John was worried about, was if Troy and his partner got caught, Sam's scent would be present. The vampires knowing a hunter's child was also involved, would probably try and kill him also. Four hours didn't seem like a long time, but they did have until sun down at least, which gave John some time to prepare, but they still had to find the building they were keeping Sam in.

Before John and Dean knew it they were dressed, had stolen some pain meds, and hobbled outside to the impala. Dean had wanted to drive, but John could tell he was still dizzy and ordered him to the passenger seat. Before they knew it they had peeled out of the parking lot, and was making their way to their Sam.