Alright my fellow readers, This is the last chapter. Why? Because I honestly seemed to have lost the plot of the story and have no more to say. I really hoped you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this. I also thought to apologize if the last few chapters seem to be jumbled and hard to understand.

Thank you guys! You have been wonderful! *Hugs You*

Chapter 14

Dean was worried and beyond pissed. He'd been walking through this god forsaken forest for an hour and there was no sign of Sammy.

"Sammy! C'mon man, answer me!"

No answer. So Dean kept walking stopping a couple times to rest and to relieve himself. Soon he came to a small clearing. He saw what looked like a house in the distance. He made his way towards the house and sneaked around to a window.

"Sammy," he whispered as he saw his brother on a bed.

Pulling out his cell phone, he texted Bobby and his father telling them that he found Sam and where he was located. Dean knew he should wait for Bobby or his father to provide backup but he couldn't wait any longer. Not when his little brother was in danger. He pulled his shotgun out of the bag, checked to make sure it was loaded then kicked in the front door.

"Sammy!" Dean screamed running into the room.

"Dean, I'm surprised you found us so quickly. I was hoping it would've been your father, but then he doesn't care about Sammy does he?"

"Let my brother go, you sonovabitch!"

"No, I don't think so. You see, Sammy belongs to me. Your father took something precious away from me so now I'm returning the favor."

"Whatever my father did to you, you deserved."

"I didn't deserve to watch my lover burn and die before my very eyes. But thanks to you, I have a new lover."

"Oh, God, I'm gonna be sick."

Trix laughed and that made Dean angry.

"Leave my brother alone! Sammy!"

"Oh don't worry; I won't hurt your precious Sammy. Remember, I love him. So I won't hurt him. Yet. I'm just waiting for your father to show up."

Dean was tired of talking but he was curious, "Why? What did you do to my father?"

"Oh, I just put a small spell on him to easily allow Sam to leave him. Don't worry though; it will end as soon as he gets here."


"Oh, Dean. I don't want to spoil the surprise. Don't worry, you will see."

Dean got angry again and shot the witch.

"Dean, no! Don't. Please, don't hurt him. I love him," Sam begged.

"What! Sammy, you are under a spell. He's a witch. He's using you to get even with Dad."

"Don't believe him Sammy."

Dean growled, "Don't you call him that. Only I call him that."


Dean turned around and saw Bobby behind him.

"About time you showed up, Bobby. Where's dad?"

"I don't know. But he's not our current problem."

Trix raged, "No! I need John Winchester to pay!"

"Sorry buddy, but you're gonna pay for taking my kid brother. See no one messes with my baby brother and lives to see the next day."

"Oh really? How are you gonna kill me? I doubt your feeble little brain knows how."

"Yeah, but I do," Bobby chuckled.

Bobby chanted something and Trix found out he couldn't move.

"What did you just do to me?"

"Oh don't worry sweetheart, that's just a precaution. Dean, tie him up."

"Stop it, Dean, Bobby. Leave him alone," Sam cried.

"C'mon Sammy, snap outta this," Dean urged.

"Dean, just tie up the witch. Sam will be better in a minute."

Dean nodded and did what Bobby asked. He grabbed the paralyzed witch and tied him to a chair. Bobby handed him a knife. Dean looked at Bobby curiously.

"Stab him ya idjit. And collect some of his blood in this," Bobby said and handed Dean a bowl.

Dean knew better to question. So he stabbed the witch as Sam cried horribly in the background. Something that bothered Dean was that he didn't understand why Sam was only crying and not preventing Dean from stabbing the witch.

"Hey Bobby, just curious, but how come Sam is just sitting there? Shouldn't he try and stop us?" Dean asked as he stabbed the witch.

Trix hissed, "He won't do anything because I didn't give him a command. But thanks for the thought. Sammy, stop him from hurting me."

Sam immediately got up and lashed out at Dean. Dean shoved the bowl towards Bobby and tried to prevent his brother's attacks. Sam lunged at Dean knocking him to the ground. Sam clawed Dean's flesh and kicked him in the groin.

"Bobby, whatever you're doing, hurry up!"

Bobby nodded as Sam landed a blow to Dean's gut. Dean, who was still lying on the ground, groaned. Dean stood up and punched Sam hard enough to knock him out.

"Sorry, Sammy."

Bobby had just finished mixing whatever he was mixing and walked over the witch. Trix squirmed because he knew what was about to happen. Bobby lit a match and threw it in the bowl causing the blood to be engulfed in flames. Then Bobby threw the bowl on the witch and watched as he went up in flames. Behind Dean, Sam groaned.


Dean ran over to help Sam up, "Hey Sammy."

"What happened? Where are we?"

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"Honestly? Waking up in the motel room after you rescued me. What happened to the witch?"

"He's dead."

"Good. I'm sorry Dean."

"For what, kiddo?"

"Running away. And staying gone for two years."

"You remember all that?"

"Yeah, guess, my memory finally all came back."

"Dude, it's okay. It's my fault I didn't stand up for you, so I guess it kinda drove you away."

"You know, this is nice and sweet and all, but do you think we can please get outta here? Preferably before the cops show up?" Bobby asked.

Dean laughed, "Sure Bobby."

Dean swung an arm around Sam and walked out behind Bobby just as his phone trilled. Dean pulled it out and stared at the text message in disbelief.

"Dean, what's wrong?"

"Looks like it's just the three of us. Dad said he had gotten a lead, how I don't know, on the demon."

"You're father decided to go after that damn demon instead of helping us rescue his son?"

Dean could only nod.

"You're father's an idjit."

"Tell me about it."

The three of them walked toward the impala where Sam immediately crawled into the backseat and fell asleep. Dean turned to him and chuckled before he started the engine and drove off.