Chapter 41

Bobby walked into the kitchen to see Dean sitting slumped at the table with an empty glass in his hand. He could tell by the contents in the bottle of whiskey he had not drunk much.

"Does Sam still have that program on his laptop to pull up traffic cams in the area?" he asked breaking Dean from his trance.

"Pretty sure he does why? What have you got?" Dean asked straightening up and looking up at him.

"You have the last place Sam's phone pinged a tower, and I looked at that picture on the burner phone again and got a general idea of what the car probably looks like. We can check to see if there are any cameras in that area and see if we can spot the car."

"I'll go get his laptop," Dean nodded hurrying from the room to find Sam's laptop. He came back down a few minutes later with it in his hand and sat it on the table before opening it up and turning it on. Dean waited as it booted up and went online to find the program Sam had set up. "He left here about three and where my car was found is about ten miles from here, so he was probably taken between three and three-thirty. The last location of his cell was on this road out of town twelve miles away. We should be looking for cars traveling that way between three forty-five and four thirty to play it safe. What have you got?" he asked Bobby.

"It's a late model car maybe in the 80's, tan or light brown in color. I'd say a four door, large trunk for your brother to be in it. Probably not taken care of by the trash I could see around Sam."

"It's a start," Dean replied as he began to search for cameras and cued up the right time frame.

Bobby sat down beside him and while Dean watched one screen, he kept an eye on the other and would tell him when to stop to look at a car. Dean was going slow so not to miss any and when they had gone through it twice, he sat back and swore under his breath. They didn't find anything that looked like it would match. There were a couple of possible ones, but Dean couldn't get a good look at the license plates on either car. The only thing he could tell about them, they were out of state tags. He leaned back and huffed in disgust throwing his pencil down on the table.

"It was worth a shot Dean; we can't give up."

"I'm not giving up; I just wish I could find something to point us in the right direction."

They looked toward the other room when a cell rang and got up to see whose it was. Dean picked the burner cell off the desk and opened it. He saw a message had been sent and pulled it up. When he saw the photo of his brother hanging from a chain, he roared his anger and threw the cell on the desk before heading through the house and out the back door.

"Dean!" Bobby called to him picking up the cell to see what had caused the sudden rage. He growled his anger and headed after Dean. "Dean! Son!" he called again when he stepped onto the deck. He didn't get an answer, but saw Dean disappearing toward the back gate with the dogs behind him. There was nothing he could do for him right now and let him go. He went back into the house knowing Dean would return when he calmed down and knew the dogs would protect him or him them. He headed to his office to make a call to a friend who practiced witchcraft to see if she might be able to help.

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Dean couldn't hold the beast inside any longer and as he ran for the gate, he let it free. He ran for the forest with the dogs on his heels but didn't stop them. He needed to release some of the rage building inside of him so he could have a clear head to decide what his next move was going to be. He had to be able to think straight if he was going to find who took his brother and where they were holding him.

The scent of a wild pig caught his attention and Dean knew a kill would help calm the beast and the gnawing hunger that was building. He growled at the dogs his commands and started trailing the prey. The dogs obeyed their leader and broke off to help herd the unsuspecting animal toward Dean.

They chased it for miles before it was cornered, and Dean went in for the kill. He had gotten good at taking a grown male pig down and took his anger out on the beast. He ripped at its neck with his clawed hands tearing pieces of flesh away making the pig stumble as his life's blood drained from its body. Dean threw back his head and howled a victory kill, letting it echo through the trees before dying away.

Dean pounced on the pig and tore out the heart devouring it quickly. He began to rip huge chunks of meat from its fat body, growling defensively at the dogs who stayed nearby. As his hunger abated, he tossed small pieces of meat to the dogs as a reward for their help. They woofed the meat down and waited as Dean stood and left the carcass for other predators that roamed the woods.

The dogs fell into step beside him as they wandered through the woods for a while until Dean found a stream to quench his thirst and wash off. It was late, but he didn't want to return to the house yet. He needed to think what his next move was going to be. If the kidnappers didn't contact him soon with their demands, he needed to be prepared to hunt them down no matter how long it took.

Bobby had gone to bed by the time Dean returned to the house and quietly let himself inside. He went upstairs for a hot shower and to try to rest a few hours before starting his search again for his brother.

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It was after lunch and Dean was at the kitchen table with a map of the upper western states laid out on the table. He had marked where his car was found, the last place Sam's cell pinged and started at it until his eyes crossed. He was trying to think like a kidnapper and figure out where he would go. He didn't think Sam had been taken far since he got that photo last night about seven hours after Sam was kidnapped. He took off a couple of hours for them stopping, getting set up and lapse of time before it was sent. He looked at the main roads leading north and west estimating how far someone could get in five hours. It was a huge area to cover and he didn't know where to start.

Dean growled angrily as he threw the chair backwards but caught it before it hit the floor. He knew Bobby wouldn't think kindly of him breaking his chairs. He went to the fridge and looked inside, not wanting anything really, but needing something to do. He looked up when Bobby hurried into the room looking to the table first and then turning to see him.

"Jody called. She's got some news," Bobby told him.

"What?" Dean asked closing the fridge and stepping toward him.

"A cop was attacked when he stopped a tan colored car that had been reported having trash coming out of its broken taillight."

"Sammy," Dean mumbled knowing that was what he would do.

"The patrolman said when the driver opened the trunk there was a guy tied up in there. He was knocked out and thrown in back of his car. When he came to, it was hours before he was found, and the report went out. Jody just got the report off the wire and knew it had to be Sam."

"Where did this happen?"

"In between Presho and Vivian, South Dakota on a side road."

"Did he get the license plate of the car?"

"Stolen, it matched a Ford Truck."

Dean went to the map and found the two cities, marking them, noticing the location was about three hours away.

"What time did the attack happened?"

Bobby looked at his notes for a moment before answering.

"It was about three and a half hours after Sam was taken," Bobby said looking to his pocket when his cell starting ringing. "Hello…Yes…Hold on…" Bobby said looking around for a pen and paper. "Okay go ahead…" He started scribbling on the pad as he listened to the caller talk. "Yeah I do…You're a gem Gena…Thanks."

"Who was that?"

"A friend, she gave me a location spell we can try to see if we can find Sam."

"You think it'll work?" Dean asked anxiously.

"We can only try. I need to gather the ingredients and get ready. You need to find something of Sam's like hair."

"That should be easy, he sheds like a dog," Dean snickered before running for the stairs to find some hair.

Bobby started opening cabinets and drawers to search for the ingredients he needed to work the spell. He sat the items on the table and went to get a brass bowl from the basement.

"Found his hairbrush," Dean called with triumphant holding it over his head. He looked around for Bobby and spun around when he appeared from the basement. "Do you have everything?"

"Yes, but I need something from you too."

"Anything," Dean agreed quickly. He took Sam's brush and pulled hairs from it for Bobby to use.

"Hold on to that for a minute. Let me get this spell started," Bobby told him as he looked at the notes and started adding items to the brass bowl. He nodded for Dean to drop the hairs into the bowl and pulled out a knife. "I need some of your blood."

Dean held out his hand so Bobby could cut his finger and let his blood drip into the bowl. Bobby arched his eyebrows when Dean's finger healed on its own. Bobby mixed and mashed the ingredients before adding holy water and mixing again.

"Get a clean map we can use," he told Dean.

Dean removed his map and went to a cabinet to dig around finally finding another clean map. He spread it out on the table and watched as Bobby poured the liquid across it and set the bowl aside so he could light a match. He dropped it onto the wet surface that suddenly flared up making Dean shield his eyes for a moment. When he looked back most of the map was gone and a small portion was left on the table.

"Hold on," Bobby told him grabbing a trash can and dishcloth to wipe up the excess around the map portion.

Dean leaned over and looked at the area. He grabbed his map and folded it, laying it beside the small piece. There was maybe a fifty or sixty mile radius around the town of Pierre, South Dakota. It was a lot of ground to cover but a plan started coming together in his mind.

"It's a start," Bobby said.

"We need help and I know who to call," Dean stated with confidence.

Dean pulled his cell from his jacket and pulled up his contact list. He hit a name and listened as it rung a couple of times before being answered.

"I need your help, Sammy's been kidnapped," Dean spoke into his cell as he looked intensely at Bobby not sure he was going to like who he called.

A/N: Dean has called reinforcements and I bet you can guess who it is. They are narrowing down Sam's location and the fight will be soon. Thank you for taking this journey with me. Thank you to any guest who have left reviews. Reviews make my day. NC