Sam sighed as he rocked Jack back and forth. He had been trying to get the 1 year old to sleep for 45 minutes now, and nothing. Maybe children of Satan don't need sleep?
Jack giggled in his arms and drooled everywhere. Sam smiled down at him. Ever since he had first held Jack in his arms, he knew he was nothing like Lucifer. Jack had a kind soul, while Lucifer's was black. It had taken a while to get Dean to come around, but once he did, the entire bunker was filled with kids toys. Dean insisted that they give Jack a proper childhood, and Sam wasn't complaining. If he could just get Jack to go to sleep.
"Come on kiddo," Sam crooned in his mom voice, as Dean called it. "Go to sleep, I know you're tired." Singing softly to him, Jack finally closed his eyes. Sam stood up slowly and placed Jack in his crib.
They had transformed Sam's room into a nursery for Jack, since Sam slept in Dean's room anyway. Making his way to their room, he opened the door quietly to see Dean's snoring figure on the memory foam bed. Smiling at him fondly, Sam quietly slipped under the covers, and Dean shifted behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. Sam slept, knowing that his family was safe.
"Hurry up you bozos!" Asmodeus glared at his 2 lackeys, Bob and Jeff. "The Winchesters won't be asleep for long. Take down the sigils."
"Sorry boss." They groveled.
Asmodeus just sighed. When you want something done, you have to do it yourself.
Finally, the sigils were removed, and the demons slowly opened the door to the bunker. Since they were low on power, they couldn't just flash in. Asmodeus fumed. He hated being as useless as a human, and he hadn't had anytime to get another kick of angel grace before they had left.
As they crept in, Asmodeus signaled to his lackeys. "You go and get the Nephilim. I'll stand lookout to make sure the Winchesters don't interfere."
"Ay ay boss!" The demons saluted before making their way to Jack's nursery. When they entered, they encountered a sleeping Nephilim. They grinned to each other. This was going to be as easy as stealing candy from a baby. Or Nephilim. Whatever.
Jack was sleeping soundly, having a dream about nougat, when he heard his door open. He grinned. Sam had come to play with him.
Jack looked around, his Nephilim eyes allowing him to see in the dark. But instead of seeing his dad, he saw two strangers who smelled bad making their way into his room. Maybe they would play with him!
Two pairs of hands lifted him awkwardly out of the bed, and he heard someone hiss. "You're not holding him right! We shouldn't be holding him up by his feet."
Jack let out a high pitched laugh. Sam never held him like this. It was like when Dean threw and caught him in the air when he thought Sam wasn't looking.
"We got him Bob! Let's go tell the boss!" Before they could get out, 2 angry Winchesters burst in, wielding guns.
Dean was in a deep sleep when he heard a shriek. He immediately leapt up and and shook Sam awake. "Sam, I think I heard Jack yell! Wake up!"
Sam shot up out of bed, running down the hall before he could even register Dean's words.
They burst into Jack's nursery to see 2 demons holding their baby.
Dean raised his gun to shoot, but they thrust Jack in front of them, using him a human shield. "Shoot us and your kid dies!"
Sam growled, and rushed towards them, just to feel a sharp burst of pain on the back of his head. The world went dark.
"Sammy!" Dean cried in horror as he saw Asmodeus hit Sam with a frying pan.
Asmodeus wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Dean Winchester. You're lucky I'm not at full power, or your brothers entrails would be on the floor."
Dean saw red. Nobody threatened Sammy and got away with it. "You son of a bitch! Stay the hell away from my family!" Dean shot his gun, clipping Asmodeus' shoulder as he dove out of the way."
"Lackeys, kill him!"
Neil knew this was his moment. He crept up behind the irate Winchester and swung the frying pan that lay next to him. Dean crumpled to the ground.
Asmodeus got up, brushing off his suit. "Come on boys, let's get that baby back to hell where he belongs."
Sam groaned, his head pounding. What the hell was he doing on the floor?
His eyes shot open as last night's memories came rushing back. Where was Jack?
He looked over to see Dean's prone body next to him. A zing of panic shot through his body.
Sam shook Dean frantically. "Dean! Dean, are you OK? Wake up man!"
Dean woke up slowly, grumbling. "Sam, did we get plastered last night or something? My head's killing-" Dean broke off as he remembered what happened. "Those son of a bitches took Jack! I'll rip their lungs out!"
"I know, and I'll be right next to you." Sam agreed. Nobody messes with their kid and gets away with it. Asmodeus better watch his back, because he had 2 angry Winchesters on his tail.
-I hope you guys enjoyed it! I'll try to update this fic weekly.