SAM'S EYES SLOWLY fluttered open as he lifted his head. He tried lifting a hand to his aching head, but found it impossible. As his vision cleared, he looked down at his hands to find his wrists tied to the arms of a wooden chair.

Alarmed, he tugged against the restraints. He glanced over the side of the arm rest to see his feet tied by rope as well.

"Tell me. What's the point in struggling?" A man stepped out of the shadows. "Jack did the same thing."

Sam furrowed his brow. "Benjamin Silvers?"

Benjamin smiled and gave a partial wave. "Hi, Sam."

Sam gritted his teeth as he pulled on the ropes once more. "What are you doing?"

Benjamin bent forward, resting his hands on Sam's forearms. "I want Jack. I've always wanted Jack. He's the perfect weapon." He leaned in close to Sam's ear and whispered, "And you're going to bring him to me." He pushed himself upright as he stepped behind the chair.

Sam squinted his eyes. "Jack. I don't understand. What does he have to do with any of this? What do you need him for?"

"Because unfortunately," Benjamin continued from behind Sam, "I can't finish what I started without my Nephilim."

Sam felt his throat tighten at Benjamin's words. He snarled. "You knew."

Benjamin suddenly swung around the back of the chair inches from Sam's face. "Indeed I did. From the very beginning." He took a few steps back and held up a syringe which contained a blue substance.

Sam gulped as he tried stalling. Maybe Dean knew he was missing and would barge in to save him. That's what always happened, right? "It was you all along. The killings that Jack had done. It was never really Jack. You were controlling him the entire time. Why? Why'd you kill your own players?"

Benjamin gave a shrug. "Do I need a reason? Because it's fun? Because it's the reason I made Kitora in the first place?" He suddenly burst into laughter.

"You're sick!" Sam shouted. "You murdered all those kids!"

Benjamin placed a hand on his chest as he gave an offended look. "Oh no, Sam. It wasn't me. There's no proof of that." Again, he chuckled.

Lunging towards Sam, Benjamin gripped Sam's hair yanking his head to the side revealing his strong, thick neck. Holding up the syringe with his left hand, he angled the needle at Sam's neck.

"No!" Sam shouted. "Get off of me!"

Feeling a quick sting, Sam clenched his eyes shut as he gritted his teeth. Benjamin thrust Sam's head to the side as he let go of his hair. Glancing back at Benjamin, Sam balled his hands into fists and tried escaping his bonds once more. "When I get out of here," he began, "I'm going to—"

"What?" Benjamin interrupted. "Kill me? That's what Jack said you'd do anyway." He walked behind the chair once more. "But that'll be kinda hard to do if you don't remember our meeting."

Sam furrowed his brow as he waited for Benjamin to continue. What devious plan did this murderer have cooked up for him?

Stepping around the chair on the left side, Benjamin stood in front of Sam with his hands folded in front of him. "Twenty-four hours," he said with a long pause. "That's how long you have until you die."

Sam's heart beat rapidly as he continued struggling against the ropes. He flipped his hair out of his eyes as Benjamin continued, "I told you that I wanted Jack, and I intend to get him."

"That's never going to happen," Sam argued.

Benjamin shrugged. "We shall see." He glanced down at a watch on his wrist. "In about two minutes, you're going to pass out and forget all about this conversation happening. In about twelve hours, you're going to start to feel the affects of the poison kick in."

Sam's eyes widened at Benjamin's words as fear arose.

"But you won't know what is happening," Benjamin went on. "After twenty-two hours, you will fall ill, in which, you—or rather— your brother, will have two hours remaining to bring me Jack." He paused. "Or else you die."

Sam cleared his throat. "And how is he supposed to do that if I don't even remember I've been poisoned?"

Benjamin shot a finger up into the air. "Ah, yes! When you reach twenty-two hours, you will remember our meeting. Only by then, you will be too sick to do anything about it."

As Sam stared at Benjamin, his head began to feel heavy as his vision blurred. His eye lids slowly began to close as his head drooped.

"Tick-tock," came Benjamin's voice sounding distant. "Your timer has started."

*****

The impala's wheels screeched as Dean hit the breaks. Putting the car in park, Jack rushed out along with Dean and Castiel.

"Sam!" Dean took off in a sprint towards Sam who laid on his back unconscious outside the stadium doors. "Sammy?" Dean shook his brothers shoulders.

Jack gazed down at Sam as his heart pounded. "Is he okay?"

Sam suddenly gasped for air as his eyes shot open. Dean heaved a sigh of relief as he patted Sam's shoulder. "Sammy," he whispered. Gripping Sam's hand, he hoisted Sam to his feet. Sam staggered, but was able to keep his bearings. "You alright?"

Sam placed a hand over his chest as he sucked in deep breaths. "Yeah. I think so."

"What happened?" Castiel asked.

Sam turned his way. "I don't know. I remember calling you, and being jumped, but then..." He threw his hands to the side and they slapped his pants falling back down. "Nothing." His gaze turned to meet Jack's.

Jack smiled as Sam reached for him with an embrace. "Good to know you're okay," Sam said.

"You too," Jack said, returning the hug. Pulling away, he turned his attention towards the glass doors before him. "It was Benjamin. I know it was. He's the murderer. We have to get in there and stop him before he uses me to hurt anyone else."

"Whoa, wait!" Sam held out his hands in confusion. "Benjamin Silvers? The owner of Kitora? You think he has something to do with this?"

Dean gestured towards Jack. "The kid remembered more. Benjamin used him all those times he came to practice."

Sam turned his gaze down towards Jack, and pointed at himself. "I was the one who brought you to all your practices. This is all my fault."

Jack gave him a soft grin. "It's not your fault, Sam." His face became stern once more. "We have to get in there before he's gone! We can't let him use me to hurt anyone else."

"I agree," Castiel said. He grabbed ahold of Sam and Dean's shoulders, and in a split second, they vanished. After another moment, Castiel reappeared and gripped Jack around the bicep.

With a quick blink, Jack's surroundings changed. He was now inside the stadium where he had been only hours ago, announced to the world that he was the new Kitora Champion. Only now, he wondered if he would've still been the champion if Benjamin hadn't eliminated his competitors.

"Come on," Dean said, pulling a gun from behind his back. "Let's go."

"Wait!" Jack held up a hand, halting them. Using his powers, he could feel that there was no other life forms inside the building. Sighing, he lowered his hand. "He's already gone."

"What?" Sam asked, frustration clear in his voice. "How is that possible?"

Dean let out a shout of anger. "Humans! The worst type of monsters. How could he have already slipped away? Maybe you got it wrong. Your powers have been acting strange lately."

"Sam. Dean," Castiel began, "Jack's right. There's no one in the building except us."

Dean roughly placed his gun back behind his back as he stomped a foot in rage.

"We need to regroup," Castiel continued. He turned his attention towards Sam. "You and Dean need rest." He paused. "Especially you."

Sam heaved a sigh. "Alright. We'll return to our motel and grab our things, but then we need to find a new motel. Benjamin clearly knows where we're staying." He pulled out his phone from his jacket pocket and smirked. "Six o'clock. Perfect time to get some sleep."