Chapter 4

Dean walked out of a café with a coffee in his hand and looked up and down the sidewalk. It had been over two hours and he had checked all the sites of the missing people and scouted the area for anything that might be a clue for them. He had come up short with nothing to show for his time but tired feet and disappointment.

After sipping on his coffee for a moment, Dean pulled his cellphone out to call his brother and let him know he'd be heading his way to pick him up. He heard the ringing on the other end until it went to voicemail. Dean pulled his cell from his ear and looked at it with a frown. Why wasn't his brother picking up? An uneasiness began to form in his mind as he quicky hurried to where he had parked the Impala. He hit redial as he dodged people that were moving too slow. It took him ten minutes to get back to a parking lot where he unlocked the Impala, dropped into the driver's seat and got back on the street to head across town to where he had dropped Sam off.

Dean's fingers tightened on the steering wheel and released as his anxiety grew stronger. Something was telling him that Sam was in trouble, and he needed to find him. He mumbled and cursed under his breath when the traffic slowed around him, and he had to creep along for a couple of blocks until he was free of the backup.

Dean pulled into the first available parking space and got out of the car hitting redial again, trying to contact his brother. He started walking quickly down the sidewalk looking around for Sam. Dean pulled up the app to track Sam's cell since he had turned on the GPS without him knowing about it. He cursed when no signal came up letting him know the cell had been turned off. He tried one other thing, trying to see where the last location of the cell was.

When the location came up, Dean looked around and spotted a map in a real estate window. He checked it out and found the street seeing it wasn't that far away. Dean headed down the sidewalk, looking into every shop window along the way, searching for his brother. He turned into the parking lot and glanced around for a moment before walking through it, looking at the vehicles still parked there. He stopped at two dumpsters at the side of the lot and looked around them when he saw something glint in the sun. Dean bent down and picked up the knife that Sam had been carrying when he had left Grant's place.

"Sammy, man, where are you?" Dean mumbled as fear began to rear its ugly head. He opened the dumpsters to check inside to make sure Sam wasn't in there and sighed with relief when he didn't find anything. He let the lid slam shut and looked around for anything that would help him find his brother. Dean spotted a couple of security cameras on either side of the lot, but they were not pointed at the dumpsters. He hoped maybe they still might have caught something and headed back to the Impala to go get Grant's help. Dean was certain that Sam had been taken by the Djinn and he needed to find him.

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The van made its way down the weed infested road that led to an abandoned factory that had shut down years ago. The Djinn stopped at a gate and got out to unlock and open it so he could pull the van in and then locked it back. The factory was rundown with windows boarded up, doors chained, bricks falling from the structure, vines creeping up the sides to take over, and a parking lot riddled with potholes and weeds.

The Djinn got out and unlocked a side door so he could get inside and raise the bay door allowing him to drive the van inside and hide it. He closed and locked the doors before going to the side door of the van and opening it. Sam was still unconscious on the van floor. He smiled in delight thinking this was perfect revenge for his kind.

Sam's limp body was drug from the van and pulled across the dirty floor deeper into the building. The Djinn had set up his harvesting stations for his victims in a section that had bare pipes hanging low and running across the ceiling so he could hang the bodies with ease. He didn't want Sam to be with the others and pulled him into another room and checked it out deciding where to hang him. The Djinn bent down and removed his jacket and long-sleeved shirt so he would have access to his arms and dumped everything out of his pockets. He had turned his cell off in the van when he captured Sam and was going to throw these personal things into a box he kept in the other room. He took what money Sam had and the rest was useless to him.

He took a length of rope and tied one end around Sam's wrist before jerking him over to a wall and tossing the rope over an overhead pipe. He effortlessly lifted Sam and held him up so he could tie his other wrist to leave him dangling against the wall.

The Djinn went into the other room to get IV bags and blood collection bags so he could hook Sam up and begin draining him of his life. He brought back a bucket to stand on to have better access to his arm and neck and first wiped his arm and neck with an alcohol wipe before tying a band around the bicep to make the veins stand out. He tapped Sam's arm and looked at it to pick a vein that he could insert canula and attach an IV bag filled with solution to keep Sam alive as long as possible. He taped the line in place and hung the bag on a hook by his body.

With the IV in place, the Djinn took another needle and tilted Sam's head so he could insert it into his neck and attach the line to a collection bag. He added a small piece of tape to hold it in place and hung the bag lower so the blood would slowly drip into it.

"Now, let's see what's your deepest desires are," the Djinn told an unconscious Sam as he placed his hands on either side of his head. He closed his eyes as the tattoos began to move down his arms and he plunged into Sam's mind. Sam jerked his head and moaned softly as the Djinn invaded his thoughts to find his secrets that he kept there. "It's okay, I'm almost there…" he mumbled. "Aww…There it is…Just let yourself go…I think you're going to like this…You're going to be giving me some delicious nectar." The Djinn patted Sam's cheek and smiled at his triumph as Sam fell into a dreamworld of the Djinn's making.

After checking the lines and being sure things were okay, the Djinn left Sam hanging, alone and lost in a dream world. He went out to check his other victims, changing bags and checking to be sure they were still in their dreams. He unhooked several bags of blood and allowed himself a taste that made him shutter with delight at the sweetness of the nectar. He took the blood bags with him to store in the fridge at the small apartment he was renting on the outskirts of town. It was thirty minutes away from the factory and in a rundown section of the town.

The Djinn pulled the van out of the factory and around the building to the front gate. He opened the gate and pulled through, locking it behind him. The Djinn hummed to himself, happy and excited about the prospect of enjoying a meal. He noticed one of his victims was almost dead and would need to get a replacement in the next couple of days. He was going to have to be extra careful now, because he knew the hunter he had would be missed by now and his partner would be looking for him.

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The Impala flew down the driveway and skidded to a halt in front of Grant's house. Dean threw himself from the car and headed for the front door. He banged on the door urgently and waited for Grant to answer it.

"Dean," Grant started but stopped when he saw it was only him and looked around outside for Sam but didn't see him. "Dean, what happened? Where's your brother?"

"Sammy's missing," Dean spat out as he headed for the dining room and got on the laptop. "I think the Djinn got him."

"Oh, my goodness no, what can I do?" he asked wanting to assist where he could.

"Do you think you could get some camera footage from a couple of security cameras in a parking lot in town?"

"Sure, I still have contacts on the force, and they owe me favors that I have not collected. Give me the address where the cameras are, and a period and I'll make some calls."

"Okay," Dean nodded scribbling the address and time frame on a piece of paper and handing it to Grant. "If we don't find anything, I'm calling Bobby for help."

"We'll get him back Dean," Grant tried to assure Dean and hoped he wasn't lying to the boy.

"Damn right we will, and the Djinn is toast. No one hurts my little brother," Dean growled in a deep, serious voice.

Grant looked at Dean and saw how dangerous he seemed right now and said a silent prayer for Sam and hoped they could find him before it was too late.

A/N: Sam and gone and Dean is on the warpath. Will they be able to find him in time? Please leave a review/comment. NC