DISCLAIMER: This story will have a ffDOTnet rating of T, but I am warning ahead of time that is a very dark fic. There are religious undertones. I do not, under any means, disrespect religion in any way, shape or form. I do not wish to offend anyone, so if you are easily offended or bothered by religious undertones in a horror-type story, please do not read this. Thank you, and enjoy the story.
Dean tapped the impala's steering wheel as he waited impatiently for his brother. He'd sent Sam into the library over a half hour ago to get the lore book they needed. Since it was night and he'd have to break in, Dean knew it'd take him longer than usual, but a half hour was pushing it. He'd parked behind the library, where there were no lights, to avoid being spotted by local law enforcement.
Pushing open his car door, he stepped out into the chilly Pennsylvania night. He pushed the door closed and started walking, but stopped after two steps. His door didn't slam like it usually does. In fact, it did not make a sound. Slowly, he turned around, and came face to face with the barrel of a shotgun. The man holding it was about Sam's height, and looked to be in his mid-forties. He was built, but Dean knew he could take him down.
"Don't move, or I'll blow your head off."
Dean held his hands up, and seconds later grabbed the barrel of the shotgun in an attempt to disarm his attacker. He managed to get the gun and take a swing before two sets of hands restrained him. He was shoved down to his knees as the attacker picked up his gun and walked up to Dean. He took the butt of his rifle and hit Dean in the face with it. He took another jab at Dean's stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
"You're a cocky son of a bitch." He leaned over and grabbed Dean roughly by the face, forcing him to look at him. "You try to escape again, It'll be much worse." He swung hard with the butt of the gun, hitting Dean in the side of the head, knocking him out cold. "Tie him up and put him in the van." The men dragged Dean's unconscious body over to a black van and threw him in the back, as the man who hit him went over to the driver's side and got in. The two men hopped into the van and shut the door, and they sped away.
Sam found the driver door of the Impala wide open when he returned to the car with the lore books. Dean was not in the driver's seat. Putting the lore books in the car, Sam took a flashlight and shined it around, looking for clues as to what may have happened to Dean. Something glinted in the light as he passed it about 5 feet in front of him. He realized when he got close to the object that it was Dean's cell phone.
"Shit… what the hell happened out here?" He shined his flashlight around the area where he'd found the phone, and saw something else, Blood spatter. There was definitely a struggle, and Dean was the loser.
"Shit shit shit shit…" Sam cursed to himself as he shakily pulled his phone from his jacket. He jammed his finger into the speed dial for Bobby. The older man answered with a shout.
"This better be good," he said gruffly.
"It's Sam. Something happened to Dean while I was lifting some lore books from the library. Someone took him."
Bobby shot up in bed. "What?"
"He's gone. There's a lot of blood spatter, and his phone was on the ground in pieces. Whoever has him probably knocked him out before they took him."
Bobby threw the covers off of him and jumped out of bed, looking for something clean to throw on.
"Where are you, Sam?"
"A small town outside of Pittsburgh."
Bobby shoved his feet into a pair of work boots and grabbed his wallet from the nightstand.
"Go to your motel room and lock the door. Don't leave until I get there, got it? Whoever took Dean may come for you next, and I don't want to have to look for both of you idjits when I get there."
"Yes sir. Just hurry." Sam hung up the phone and jumped into the Impala. He drove around the back to exit the library ground and sped off toward the motel a nervous wreck. His brother was gone and the only clue to his disappearance was some blood spatter. He wouldn't rest until he found his brother. He just had to figure out where to start looking.