Sam closed his eyes and rubbed his temples to assuage the pounding in his head but whatever drug they shot him up with still wasn't out of his system. He thought of everything Bobby, Dean, John and even Jamie had taught him.

"Focus, look around, take everything in, look for weaknesses, there is always a weak spot…a weak person…don't be afraid to do whatever you have to in order to save yourself…anything can be a weapon…eat, stay hydrated to keep your mind and body strong for battle…"

There was a camera visible in the corner of the ceiling. The room itself reminded Sam of the room Hannibal Lector had in Silence of the Lambs. There was a prison style toilet and sink and an unbreakable mirror on the wall, a curtainless tub with a shower, a bed with restraints and a plastic bag containing basic sundries on the bed.

He looked up and the camera and shouted, "Someone better get in here and tell me what the hell is going on!"

A short time later a large, bald man swollen with muscles, entered with a tray, "You bellowed, pup?"

The giant cast his eyes over the prisoner's body and smirked. He moaned loudly, "Dean, Deeeeean" followed by what sounded like climaxing. "I had a good time giving you a bath. All it takes is a shot of the right drug." He held up big paw and made a stroking motion. Edger chuckled when the teens face flushed and he quickly grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around his waist.

The young alpha was furious, disgusted, and wanted to take that tray the man was holding and beat him over the head with it until his body stopped twitching.

"Liar!"

"Oh, I'm not lying, pretty pup. See, I'm into ass not pussy. Maybe I'll bring you a pretty collar next time and make you bark for me."

Edgar slid the tray through the slot in the door, "I suggest you eat everything on this tray because you never know when your next meal is coming. I'm in charge of that so play nice."

Sam believed him. He spent most of his life looking for his next meal and knew what it was like to go hungry. He grudgingly took the tray and set it on the bed.

He gave the human monster a warning, "Let me out or else."

"You're in no position to threatened me but go ahead, or else what, puppy?"

"Or else my brother will hunt you down and that's not a threat, it's a promise."

…..

Dean couldn't help himself when he got to the building site, he had to show off a photo of Sam to the other people working there, especially the omegas. It was one of his favorites where Sam had on a sweat soaked white tank top that clung to his torso and showed off all those lean, young muscles and great nipples.

There was plenty of praise from the other omegas and when one asked if he had a brother, Dean laughed and replied, "Yeah, me!" Some gasped, others tsk tsked, there were also giggles and he even got a few high fives from the ones who knew the score. Dean had no fucks to give over anyone who disapproved.

He worked his butt off until noon where a couple picnic tables worth of delicious food waited for them, prepared by the granola sisters. At least that's what Dean inwardly called them. The hippy dippy omegas who saw being an omega as a gift and embraced it. They were sweet and kind and into the whole free love thing.

Dean grazed on burgers, potato salad and caramel brownies crumbled over vanilla ice cream and cold beer. He didn't need to get his own seconds or thirds because the sisters were more than happy to dote on the handsome, freckle faced omega stud with the prettiest green eyes this side of heaven. Dean was starting his heat and for once he didn't feel embarrassed. it was good to be around people who understood what it was like.

A little girl around five approached Dean with a ring of dandelions and place them on his head. He touched the flowers with his fingertips, "Thanks, what are these for?"

She smiled shyly, "Thank you for building me and my mommy a home. We've never had one before."

Dean got a feeling he hadn't experienced before, triggered by this sweet little girl and his heat. He felt broody and a crazy thought popped in his head. Dean wondered what it would be like to have a baby with Sam.

"What the fuck is wrong with me…no way, no how is that gonna happen…it's the cute kid and this stupid heat…"

Hit with all these foreign emotions, he missed Sam more than anything so he dashed off a text to his alpha.

…

Sam's phone chimed, alerting him to an incoming text message but he didn't have his phone. Instead, an older man in a fancy suit pulled up a chair, sat down and took Sam's phone from his suit pocket.

"I see a message here from someone named Dean…your brother, right? Shall I read it to you?"

Sam was relieved they hadn't gotten to his brother. He missed Dean so badly and all he wanted was to have big brother hold him tight and never let go.

"That's private."

Gerald held up the phone, cleared his throat and read the text out loud, "Babe, I'm missing the hell out of you. I'm doing good work here though so it's worth it. When I get home, you can fuck my brains out. Let me know how your first day went. Love yah."

Sam hit the glass with his fist, "Let me out, now!"

"Look brotherfucker, I don't care, that's not why you're here. You are John Winchester's son and out of all the special infected with the supernatural virus, he had the least symptoms. If you and your merry band of misfits hadn't destroyed the crowning jewel of my empire, who knows how far we would have come in our research."

Sam forgot his anger for a moment, too surprised to find out this man knew where the virus came from, "Wait a minute, you know its supernatural?"

"Of course, you can't cure or enhance something if you don't understand its origins."

He hit the glass again and bit out every word, "Let-me-go."

"Those walls are made of thick, laminated glass so pound away; it won't do you any good. Sam, you're here as a test subject and we want to see how your body and mind reacts to the virus." Gerald held up his arm to show the teen his scar, "I was bitten and I haven't turned but I've had some interesting side effects. I'm looking for others like me. Just think of the super soldiers of the future if we get this right!"

Sam dropped the sheet and pressed his naked body against the glass to show how much of an alpha he was. Gerald averted his eyes, uncomfortable at the sight of the tall young man's long, heavy cock.

"My brother will tear the world apart to find me, he will never stop until he has me back and your dead. Unless I kill you first."

…

Jody hated these types of house calls where a loved one was missing or worse, especially a kid. She didn't get the chance to knock because Bobby Singer opened the door first.

"What is it?"

"Mr. Singer-

"Bobby."

"Bobby, we found an abandoned truck titled to you and Sam Winchester. It wasn't far from the high school and the keys were in the ignition and there was a backpack in the front seat. Do you have any idea where he might be?"

The hunter was worried now, "Sam would never leave the keys in the truck or forget his backpack. Did you check with the school?"

"There is no school today, there was an incident at the high school we're still investigating."

Bobby determined from her expression whatever happened at the high school must have been something terrible. He didn't give a crap about that right now; all he was focused on was finding Sam but first he needed to make some calls.

…..

When Dean got the call from Bobby, he knew in his gut his brother was taken. Dean couldn't think of a single person who would hold a grudge or wish harm on his brother. The last thing big event in their messed-up lives was the botched rescue of John and he felt this had something to do with Sam.

He left immediately in the cover of darkness with a singular goal, save Sam and make the kidnapper and everyone involved pay for stealing Dean's world.

Baby needed gas though and Dean cursed the time wasted to refuel her. When he took the off ramp, he noticed a dark SUV right behind him but thought nothing of it until the vehicle parked along the side of the building and the driver didn't get out. Dean knew he was being tailed.

…..

The killer turned kidnapper waited for Dean Winchester to leave the gas station and it seemed to take forever.

"Come on kid, you're my last one except for what's his name…Bobby Singer but he's gonna get a bullet…none of this kidnapping crap for him…hate this…"

The sound of gun cocking snapped the killer to attention, Dean Winchester materialized right at his open window with a colt pointed at his head.

"Drop your gun out the window."

"You don't have the balls to shoot me, kid."

"The fuck I don't. You won't be the first person I've shot and gotten away with it." He pressed it to the stranger's temple, "Drop it."

The Glock clattered to the pavement and Dean scooped it up.

"Now your gonna tell me where my brother is."

TBC

Sheriff Jody Mills hated these types of house calls where a child went missing or worse. She wanted to get on this quickly because every minute that passed was a minute less to find the missing teenager before he disappeared forever. Bobby Singer was at her car door before the sheriff could put the cruiser in park. Before she could get a word out the man was questioning her about his boys.

"We found a truck titled to you and Sam Winchester abandoned not far from the high school. The keys were in the ignition and there's a backpack on the passenger seat with Sam's name in the inside label. Do you know where he might be?" She watched as the man clenched his fists and his features hardened. He looked as if he was ready to bolt at any second, no doubt to look for Sam.

"He's not at school because the school is locked down."

Finally, the man exhaled the breath he'd been holding and spoke, "Why is it locked down?"

"I can't say."

"I need to go, I need to call his brother and…goddamn it!" He stomped back into the house and the sheriff followed, there was a hell of a lot more to this and she needed to get to the bottom of it.

….