Dean took control and kept it quiet but the killer wasn't cooperating. He challenged the hunter.

"You don't have the stones to shoot me."

"It's one in the morning with no cars in sight and one dope behind the counter. You'll be dead and I'll be gone before he even notices." Dean took out a knife, "Besides, who says I'm gonna shoot you. Get out." The hunter walked him to the back of the SUV and open the hatch.

He tried bargaining with Dean, "Look, I'll give you everything you need to find whoever you're looking for. Just let me go and I promise I'll drop it. This isn't personal and no skin off my ass if don't finish the job." He pointed to a big leather backpack, "Everything you need is in there. A map, address and a whole bunch of goodies I bet you'd like."

Dean cuffed him and forced the killer into the back. He opened the bag to find a premo hunting kit complete with stun gun, gun and silencer, jumbo zip ties, extra bullets, a roll of contractor bags, disposable gloves, knives and plenty of duct tape. He found the map with the route highlighted and a zipped planner containing the address. Inside that planner were photos and one was Jamie standing outside a building in broad daylight and a night photo of his beloved El Camino with the driver's side window shot out and what looked like his body slumped to the side and brains decorating the interior. Dean shook with anger, this was a new and horrible development that he couldn't wrap his brain around or deal with, not yet.

He had planned to just leave the guy and let the cops find him but now that plan had changed. Dean put on a pair of gloves, zip tied the killer's ankles and taped his mouth shut but he didn't stop there. The man went crazy while the hunter continued wrapping the tape round and round his head until his air was completely cut off.

"Have fun in hell you prick."

The hunter took the man's phone, backpack and a leather duffle bag next to it without bothering to check inside. John always told them to take everything and sort it out later.

"I'm on my way, Sammy…hang on, sweetheart…"

It took the killer six minutes give or take, before he suffocated.

He had absolutely no fun Hell.

….

Sam was taller than Edgar and he was no lightweight in a fight but the man had muscles upon muscles and was an expert at causing pain and taking control. He had a thing for breaking down young alphas just like Sam and had obsessed about the teen since he got there just a short time ago.

This morning the alpha fought back and got some good punches in but now he was down on his knees and Edgar had him by that pretty head of hair but Sam was still fighting.

"You better suck my dick or when I get my hands on that brother of yours, I'm gonna fuck every single hole in his body and make some new ones."

Sam turned his face away, not able to bear looking at the ugly dick protruding from an even uglier male and the smell made him gag. Edgar twisted Sam's hair in his fist and pulled, "Suck it, cunt or I'll stick it up your ass. Trust me, it'll hurt worse than my fingers."

This man had taken away something Sam could never get back, his last shred of innocence. All he wanted now was to hurt this monster the way he'd hurt him and stop Edgar from hurting his brother.

Sam closed his eyes, held his breath and closed his mouth around the foul thing. The moan the man let out made Sam sick to his stomach. It was all he could do not to vomit. He clamped down on the glands as hard as possible and used his full weight to lean back. Sam violently shook his head like wolf tearing at the meat on a carcass. He didn't let go until the man dropped to the floor.

….

Kathy Douglas was trapped with no way out. This was no longer a job but a prison where she'd work until she was deemed not useful anymore. The scientist was given no choice and her life was no longer her own.

She rolled her tricked out phlebotomy cart to yet another cell to draw blood from the handful of unfortunates there. As she approached the next room, Kathy heard someone in obvious pain. She came upon a bizarre scene of a naked young man covered in fresh bruises and his mouth streaked with blood. Curled up on the floor was the one she knew as Edgar.

She hit the alarm and two guards rushed in. She begged them to leave the prisoner alone and remove Edgar. The men strapped down the flailing alpha then dragged the screaming guard away.

Once they were alone, Kathy studied the face of the panting, wild eyed teenager staring up at her with hate filled eyes.

"Sam Winchester?"

…..

Dean didn't envision a sprawling gothic mansion would be the place he'd find his brother. There were a few armed men wandering around the grounds but it had nowhere the security of Landon Pharmaceuticals. It didn't matter where his brother was kept, Dean would always find him.

It was time to find his Sammy and wreak vengeance.

TBC

A/N Sorry about the delay. Sometimes life gets in the way of writing.