Sam sat in the passenger seat nervously as his father. It had been four months since they'd found out the name of Dean's abductor and it looked like they might have finally found him. Sam was anxious and scared at the same time. He was anxious to finally get his brother back, but he was worried about what they were going to find. Would any part of it still be Dean? Or would it be a shell of who he once was.

"Okay, Sam, listen up. This is going to be really dangerous. There's a good chance not all of us are going to survive. If anything happens to me in there, I want you to get yourself and your brother out of there. Got it?" John asked. He didn't really want Sam to go in there, but Sam had made a good argument when he'd mentioned leaving Sam behind. Sam was the only one that had even an inkling of what it was like to be Dean right now. Dean needed Sam to be there.

Sam nodded. "Now you need to listen. Getting Dean out of there is going to be easier said than done, and I'm talking about getting past the guards."

John sighed. He knew where this was going. Sam was afraid of how Dean would react to them coming to save him.

"He's been in that hellhole for over a year. Now I don't know what they did to him or how badly broken he is, but if it's even a tenth as bad as it was with me, he's not going to want us near him. He's not going to let us touch him," Sam warned.

John swallowed. He didn't want to think about this, but his son was right. They had to be prepared for the worst. "I know. I'll be careful."

Sam nodded. He hoped that would be enough. He hoped there was still something left of his brother when they got to him.

John soon pulled into a vacant lot right before Sean William's property. Three other cars also pulled in. Everyone got out of the vehicles and met in front of John's truck. "We're clear on everything, right?"

"Just as clear as last time," Bobby said, momentarily forgetting that John didn't remember the last time. "This pretty much the same as the last time we had to get Dean out of a hellhole like this. Just try not to get shot this time."

John smiled slightly. "I'll do my best. We're not taking anymore prisoners. Every single one of these scumbags gets taken out. I'm not taking the risk that they'll come after my boys again."

"You got it, John. No prisoners," Caleb said.

John then took out a handgun and held it out for Sam. "Do you remember how to shoot?"

"Yeah," Sam said before hesitantly taking the gun. He knew how to fire a gun, but that didn't mean he wanted to. He didn't want to kill anybody.

John watched his son's hesitation. He knew he didn't like it one bit. Hell, John didn't like it either. He didn't like the idea of his son having to shoot at humans, but there was no choice. This was going to turn into a bloodbath. If Sam didn't shoot them, they would shoot him. "You stick with me, okay?"

Sam nodded.

"Let's do this. Separate entrances, everyone," John said before leading the way towards the property.

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John kicked open one the doors to the estate and immediately started shooting as guards headed towards him with their own guns.

Sam had his gun out as well, but didn't have to shoot yet. He knew that would soon change though. There would be too many of them to avoid it.

John looked around a corner for guards and then motioned for Sam to follow him when they didn't see any. They walked into a large hallway. John opened door after door and saw nothing.

Sam soon heard footsteps from behind him. He turned around and saw a guard about to shoot him. He shot three times, taking the man down.

John turned and saw what happened. He was glad to see his son was okay, but he was also worried. He knew what killing man was going to do to the kid. "Are you okay, son?"

"Ask me again when this is all over," Sam said. He didn't have time to dwell on what he'd just done. His focus needed to be on what they'd come to do.

John nodded and continued down the hall. He heard footsteps coming from around the corner. He turned the corner ready to shoot, only to come face to face with Caleb. "Dammit, Caleb, I could've killed you."

"Or I could've killed you," Caleb whispered back.

John rolled his eyes. "Just pick a way to go and we'll go the opposite."

Caleb nodded and kept walking past them.

John and Sam walked into another corridor where three more guards were stationed. They both fired their weapons. John took out two, while Sam took out another one. They continued down the hallway until they heard some noise coming from one of the rooms. John headed towards it.

Sam was about to follow his father when he noticed a door slightly ajar. He could see inside enough to know that it led to a staircase. Previous experience told him that was most likely where Dean was, so he headed for it.

He walked down the stairs and was immediately greeted by three armed guards. He got off two shots, hitting at least one of them before they managed to shoot him once in the shoulder.

Sam managed to duck behind a corner to check out his injury. It hurt like hell, but it wasn't that bad. It could've been a whole lot worse. After a few seconds, he peered out and fired three shots before ducking once more to avoid gunfire. He heard a thud indicating that he'd shot at least one of them. One of them did, however, escape because there was return fire.

"Okay, one more," Sam said to himself before pulling himself out into the open and firing once more. He fired twice, finally bringing the last one down. He then walked further into the large room until he came across a cell, where Dean was chained inside.

Sam was sent reeling by what he saw. He looked awful. He had cuts and bruises everywhere. And if that wasn't enough, he looked so broken. It was like there was nothing left. "Oh, Dean. Hang on, man, I'm going to get you out of here," he said before bending down to one of the guards on the ground. He checked his pockets and came across a set of keys.

He went over to cell and quickly tried each key until he found the right one. Once he got the cell open, he rushed to Dean's side and bent down in front of him. "Dean, it's okay, I'm going to get you out of here. Can you hear me? It's Sam."

Dean slowly turned to the man in front of him. He looked like his brother, but Dean knew he wasn't. His brother was dead. So it was either a trick or an illusion. An illusion was the most likely scenario. He'd imagined Sam there many times. His father too. It was never real. "You're not real."

Sam laughed slightly. "I can assure you I'm real. I've got a real bullet in my shoulder to prove it. I'm going to get you out of here, but I'm going to have to touch you. Is that okay?" he asked. He knew touching might be a huge issue for his brother. It certainly was for him.

"Not real. Not real," Dean kept saying."

Sam felt unnerved as his brother kept repeating the same phrase over and over. He wondered why Dead didn't think he was real. He shrugged it off though. He was worried about it, but right now they had more pressing things to worry about right now. Like getting himself and Dean out of there without getting killed.

He quickly undid Dean's shackles before taking a deep breath. He was going to have to help Dean get out of there, and that would not be fun for either of them. "Okay, Dean, I'm going to have to help you up, and it's going to hurt both of us."

Dean's only response was to keep mumbling to himself.

"Okay here we go," Sam said before pulling Dean up by his arm. He let out a painful moan as he did so. Lifting Dean had caused irritation to his wounded shoulder. He did his best to ignore the pain as he pulled Dean's arm around him. "Okay, let's get out of here," he said before slowly moving out of the cell and up the stairs.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

John was officially going out of his mind. He'd lost Sam when he'd gone to take out a few guards in one of the rooms. Now he had to locate both his sons and hope that they were okay.

John heard a noise from behind him and immediately turned around, ready to shoot.

"It's just me, Johnny," Bobby said. "I think we got almost everybody, but we I haven't seen any sign of Dean. Wait, where's Sam?"

John lowered his weapon. "I don't know. I lost him when I went after a couple of guards."

"Crap! Now we have to find both of them."

Soon, they heard someone approach. John turned and pointed his gun at a man that looked very much in charge. He was bald-headed and was wearing an expensive looking, black suit. He looked really cocky for someone not caring a weapon. "Sean Williams, I gather."

Sean smirked. "Any your Dean's Daddy. I must admit, I underestimated you. I didn't anticipate your finding my humble adobe. Not that it matters much."

"Pretty cocky for a man about to die," John remarked.

Sean laughed. "Yes, well, you can kill me, but it won't change anything. I'll never truly be dead. You'll all remember me until the day you die. You see, it took longer than I thought, but I did eventually break your son. Your strong, confident boy is gone. All that's left is an empty shell."

"Waste the son of a bitch, John!" Bobby yelled angrily.

"No problem," John said before shooting the man four times in the chest. He e was probably dead with the first shot, but John's anger wouldn't let him stop there.

At that point, Caleb, Rufus, and Joshua came out. "I think we got them all. Where are the boys?" Caleb asked.

As if on cue, Sam came into view with Sam leaning against him.

"Oh, thank God," John said before going over to them. "Dean. Son, are you okay?"

"Not real. Not real," Dean continued to mumble.

"He hasn't said anything else since I found him," Sam said sadly.

John looked at his other son and suddenly noticed the younger man's shoulder. "Sam, are you hit?"

"I'm okay. It's just my shoulder. I'll live," Sam assured him.

Bobby went over to them and started to take Dean's arm from around Sam. "We got him, Sam."

Sam gladly let Bobby and his father take his brother. The pressure had really hurt his shoulder.

"Alright, let's get the hell out of here," Bobby said. The seven of them then headed towards the exit.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Sam looked into his brother's hospital room. He was sleeping now. Sam was grateful for it because when he was awake, he was pretty much unresponsive. He just kept repeating the same phrase over and over again. 'Not real.' It really scared Sam because this was even worse than when he finally escaped captivity. He was messed up, but he could distinguish what was real from what wasn't.

Soon, John made his way over. "Hey. How's your arm?"

"It's fine," Sam said. The doctor had patched him up and put his arm in a sling. He'd gotten lucky. The bullet went through and through, so he didn't need surgery.

"I just spoke to Ellen. I told her everything that happened. She's coming here," John said.

Sam nodded. He wouldn't expect anything less from Ellen. When someone she cared about was hurt, she came running.

"He still sleeping?" John asked as he followed his son's gaze to Dean.

"Yeah."

"Was it like this for you?" John asked.

"No. I was a wreck, but I knew what was real. He looks at us and thinks we're just figments of his imagination. It's like he's gone," Sam said.

John put his hand on Sam's good shoulder. "He's not gone, son. We're going to get him through this, I promise." He didn't care what he had to do. He finally had his son's back with him. Now he just had to make sure he got them through the hell they'd both gone through. And he would. No matter what it took, he would save what was left of their lives.

THE END

A/N: Okay, once again, please don't kill me. There will be one more installment to this series which I will try to start soon. Thank you for reading and reviewing, and look for the final sequel to be up soon.