Hey everyone!!!! Waves excitedly! Well I had an other idea! And I actually got down to writing it pretty quickly after Blind and Alone was finished! Hope you all enjoy it… It's more Angsty goodness.

The title is a song title that I somehow connect this story too even though its about a girl LOL Listen to it if you like. Its by Fly Leaf.

Anyways… I gotta get this up quick! The horsies need me.

Let me know what you think so far.

A glint of hazel was the only clue of awareness from the incapacitated form below him. The clouded mind of his prey excited him, made him giddy. There would be no way in hell the bastard could fight back this time. The part in him that was just not quite right took pleasure in the control he had of the situation.

"The big bad Winchesters…" He spat with a feral smile. "Always good in a pinch…"

A sickening chuckle rolled up his throat. He wanted to savor the weakness of his enemy. He wanted to make him hurt.

Clinking of metal objects brought the hazy glance of hazel to flicker in his direction. His smile grew wider at the attention and he picked up an object from a nearby table. Leaning foreword, taunting his captor with the danger he now grasped, he tilted his head to the side while running its sharp edge up the glistening, heaving bare chest of his prisoner. Just enough to cause the skin underneath to shudder at the cold tip.

"What a predicament we're in aren't we? The tables are turned… Now I'M not the one tied up."

He watched the small strain of muscles below him and shook his head, "Tuting" the action in disappointment.

"Now now… you know you can't move. Why try?" A rustling behind him stopped his advance of the sharp edge and he turned his head to the source that was just out of eyesight of the captured man.

"Get over here… NOW!" The anger and distaste dripped from his voice. "Don't screw up or you'll be where he is."

The threat didn't go unheeded and now two figured towered over foggy eyesight.

"You know what to do. Not too much. I want him to feel it for a long time." The second form nodded from above and the sharp metal graced exposed skin once again, preparing itself to do what it did best. "I'm not going to lie to you. This is REALLY going to hurt."

Crimson suddenly appeared on pale skin as he sliced the knife across strained muscles. No scream would be heard, no resistance would be had and he smiled wider as he dragged the knife across the chest of his enemy.

The eyes of his captor were the only indication of a reaction and an adrenaline rush overtook him as he witnessed the hazel orbs go wide.

"Paybacks a bitch… Isn't it Dean?" He whispered, picking up the sharp hunting knife momentarily only to find a new position and start an other thin line of red.

Two Days Later

Sam burst through the old rotting doors. His senses were instantly overloaded with smells and noises but all were ignored as his long legs raced to someone… anyone that could help. The place was crowded… crowded and distance. He grabbed attention from different pairs of eyes but none belonged to the right person. Their curious stares stung at him and his breathing started to become more labored at the anxiety and panic filtering through his tired body.

"Sam?"

The strained man swung around at the familiar voice and a heavy breath escaped him in momentary relief.

"Ellen! I… I…."

Sam's eyes darted around the bar area. More and more interested and curious stares were in his direction and his mouth dropped in the mistake he was making.

"I shouldn't have come here…" He started, letting his eyes now flicker to the door he had just entered. This was wrong. He shouldn't have come here. Too many people he didn't know… too many hunters… This was so very wrong.

"Well you're here Sam." Ellen said sternly, the glasses in her hands now gone and gripping at the young man's shaking arms. "Come on…" Her hold on him turned into a pull and Sam followed her willingly to the back of the Roadhouse, away from the prying eyes and judging stares.

"What is it Sam. What's wrong? Where's Dean?" Sam's tear ridden eyes grew larger at the mention of his brother's name and Ellen instantly knew what the problem was. "Is he ok??" Her voice was now thick with worry and her accusing bitchy words to the older of the Winchester sibling's just months beforehand started to sting with guilt. She knew her and her daughter's words stung them hard. They hadn't been around since that day and she knew for sure Sam wouldn't have been here right now standing broken in front of her if it wasn't important.

"Oh god I don't know!" Sam finally choked out. Suddenly his eyes went wild and he flung himself around to face back in the bars direction. "I need Ash!"

"Calm down Sam. I'll get Ash." Ellen opened up a door in the back hallway they were standing in to reveal a sparsely finished bedroom. "Sit…" She ordered, pointing to a chair on the other side of the room. "I don't want you out there in that bar with those hunters. They saw enough."

Sam nodded and sluggishly moved his limbs into the dark room. Ellen couldn't' help but compare his movements to a child that had just watched his dog get hit by a car. Sam was lost…

"First I want you to tell me what happened. The less we have to tell Ash… or anyone… the better."

Sam lowered himself slowly into the old wooden chair and quickly found an interesting spot on the floor to stare at, clearly trying to focus on what to say. This was the reason he came after all. He needed help as much as he didn't want to admit it. The last place he thought he'd find himself was at the Roadhouse but after two days of searching on his own and coming up empty he had to do what was right for Dean no matter how out of their nature it was. Dad wasn't there anymore to help… Pastor Jim and Caleb were gone. There weren't many other people that Sam trusted except Bobby and a few others. But Bobby had done enough for them already and besides which he was good at spells and curses. He may have been considered a fellow "Hunter" but the Winchesters were the epitome of the word. Finding someone who measured up to help find his brother was going to be an impossible task.

"We… we were on a hunt not far from here. When we were done we stopped at a motel to sleep. I… I couldn't sleep so I went to get a coffee and when I came back Dean was gone!"

"Were you two fighting?" Ellen risked asking the question even though she was pretty sure that wasn't the case.

"No! Dean was sleeping when I left! We were hunting a werewolf and we both got knocked around pretty good… he took a shower and fell asleep!"

"Did he leave a note?"

"No! Do you think I'd be this upset if he did? And the car was still there! Ellen… his shoes…" Sam's voice caught in his throat and the old barmaid nodded in understanding, knowing Sam couldn't finish that sentence.

"Why do you need Ash…?"

"Security cameras… anything… something…" Sam looked up into the woman's eyes; his brown eyes filtering through hot unshed tears. "I need help Ellen… I have to find him. I'm afraid that…"

Sam took a deep breath and cut off his sentence again. It was just too hard to talk about it and his eyes turned back to the interesting spot on the floor.

"Its ok Sam… We'll help as best we can." And with a comforting rub of the young mans shoulders she set off out the bedroom door to find Ash.

The hunt for Dean Winchester was now fully underway.