Chapter 2:

The cabin came into view and Sam and Caleb crouched behind some bushes, waiting for a signal that Bobby and John were nearby. Caleb was watching Sam out of the corner of his eye; the boy was crouched down and his eyes were fixed on the cabin in front of him, focused and alert. While Sam had always been a good man to have on a hunt, he was strong smart and good with a gun, but he always maintained this glint of innocence that you could see behind all of his movements. Anyone who knew him well could tell he was trying to look past the monster, focus on saving the victims instead of focusing on the kill like most hunters did. He never took pleasure in the death of the creature in front of him; he killed monsters because he had to, not because he wanted to. It was one of those qualities that made Sam so different from the rest of them, but it was also something that made Sam who he was and sitting in the woods, Caleb was having difficulty finding that boy behind the dark eyes, this time Sam's focus was different, he wasn't just going to rescue his brother, he was going to kill the person who took him. Caleb had seen that look before in many hunters eye, it was the look of revenge.

Sam stiffened when he heard a stifled scream from inside the cabin and Caleb pushed him back down as he went to stand.

"Caleb, get the fuck off of me." Sam said struggling to free himself from Caleb's grip.

"Sam stop, we have to wait for Bobby and your Dad. We need back up, you know we can't do this alone." Sam grabbed hold of Caleb's jacket and hauled him closer until they were sharing the same air.

"Listen to me, my brother is in there and he is in pain… I am not going to wait for backup on this. Do you know how much it takes to make my brother scream?" Caleb swallowed; he knew that if Dean was making those sounds, that Dean was on his final stretch of energy, and that he was in a lot of pain.

"Your brother is tough, he can wait five more minutes." Sam pushed Caleb back, logically he knew Caleb was right, but that didn't mean he was going to listen.

"I'm going in there to get my brother, are you coming with me or not?"

"You know I am kid." Caleb answered. He was going to get his ass kicked by John, but if he was honest with himself he wanted to get Dean back right now, he couldn't listen to those stifled screams anymore.

Caleb let Sam take point, just for the simple fact he wanted to keep the younger hunter in front of him so he could see him at all times. It was a small cabin and they eventually made it to the other side of the house and saw Dean leaning against the wall strung up by some cuffs that were chafing his wrists raw and bloody. Even from far back they could tell that Dean was bleeding bad.

"Go help him." Sam said. "I'll keep watch, I doubt she went far."

"Sammy-"

"Please." It was easier for Sam to keep himself grounded in the hunt if he wasn't dealing with Dean's wounds right now, and Caleb was one of the few people in the world Sam trusted to take care of his brother. Caleb nodded and made his way over to Dean slapping him lightly on the cheek trying to wake him up.

"Hey Deuce, time to wake up." Dean groaned and moved his head towards Caleb's voice.

"Open your eyes kid." Caleb pulled up Dean's shirt, and winced at the mirage of deep scratches and wounds, he had obviously lost a lot of blood. Caleb took off his plaid over shirt and pressed it to the worst of the wounds. Dean hissed at the contact and opened his eyes.

"At least buy me dinner first Damien…" Caleb laughed.

"Tell you what? Once we get you all healed up steak and beer is on me." Dean smiled and blinked sluggishy.

"Sounds good, gotta bring Sammy too he is probably pissed at me."

"I'm not pissed at you." Sam said from the far side of the room. Dean jerked his head up and met Sam's eyes.

"Shit kiddo, what the hell are you doing here?" Sam smirked.

"Someone had to come save your sorry ass."

"Where's Dad?"

"I dunno, Bobby and him are around here somewhere."

"They can't get in." Caleb and Sam whipped around guns on the woman who had just spoken.

"You must be our new witch friend." Caleb said. The woman laughed and sauntered towards him.

"That's right, and you shouldn't have come here." She flicked her wrist and Caleb and Sam were both disarmed, and Caleb was thrown against the wall beside Dean, Sam was pinned to the spot he was standing. She walked towards him and put her hand on his chin.

"Don't touch him you bitch." Dean choked out.

"So you are the other Winchester boy…" She said ignoring Dean. "I must say you look delicious." Sam quirked his head slightly.

"I can't tell if you are saying that in a cannibalistic way or if that was supposed to be a compliment… either way I'm not interested."

"Oh now don't be rude Sammy… I am just trying to be nice."

"Don't call me Sammy, you psycho bitch." She slapped him hard across the face before grabbing his face between her sharp nails. Sam hissed as she dug in.

"You want to rethink that statement."

"Not really… you hit like a girl." Sam went flying across the room and hit the wall with a sickening crack, the witch walked over and pulled him off the floor, pinning him against the wall with her hand at his throat.

"Got any last words kid?"

"Stop! Take me! Let him go!" Caleb yelled.

"Yeah I do." The witch let out a muffled cry as Sam stuck the knife he had been keeping his boot through her heart. "You really should have disarmed me." The witch's body fell to the ground with a thud. Sam stood there for a minute before sliding down the wall, staring at the blood pooling on the ground, and the blood on his hands and knife. He sat there until he heard the door slam open and John and Bobby ran in.

"Everyone okay? She locked down the damn cabin, we couldn't get in anywhere." Bobby asked. That snapped Sam out of his thoughts.

"Deans lost a lot of blood, he needs a hospital." Sam said. John nodded and made his way over to his oldest hauling him off the floor with the help of Bobby.

"What the hell were you two thinking running in here without backup?" John yelled.

"I wanted to stop my brother's screams." Sam said. John blinked but said nothing. Caleb cleared his throat trying to stop the situation from escalating.

"Seriously guys, we need to get him out of here." Caleb said. John nodded.

"We'll take him back with us, Caleb, Sam I need you to salt and burn the witch then meet us at the hospital in town okay?"

"Yeah okay." Caleb said. Sam reached out and touched the side of Dean's neck feeling his pulse, so he could keep in mind that he was alive during the time they would be separated, before turning to John.

"Take him to the hospital Dad… I mean it. There is no field treatment for this." John wanted to be mad at Sam, but he knew he was just worried about his brother, he also knew that through his actions, by leaving Dean in the woods, he had lost the last bit of trust Sam had in him.

"I promise Sam." John said. Sam nodded and let them go, and watched until they disappeared into the woods. Caleb knelt down next to the witch's body, and turned to Sam.

"What do you think we should do? Torch here outside or in here?" Sam shook his head.

"Lets just burn down this house of horrors…"

Caleb and Sam walked away from the burning house and through the woods in silence, and Caleb watched as Sam through his backpack into the back of his jeep, and winced holding his arm tightly across his chest. Caleb frowned and made his way over to the passenger side of the car.

"Sammy, are you hurt?" Caleb asked. Sam shook his head and took a step away from Caleb.

"Its nothing, lets just go see Dean." Caleb grabbed Sam by his shoulder and spun him around pinning him gently against the side of the Jeep.

"Deuce won't be able to have visitors until he is stitched up and pumped full of blood, and I am not dealing with his mama bear bullshit when he finds out you were hurt and I didn't do anything about it. So show me right now." Sam glared at Caleb but held out his arm, watching as Caleb rolled up his sleeve.

"I think I busted it hitting that wall."

"Shit kid, why didn't you say anything?" Sam's arm was already swollen and beginning to bruise, how the kid had managed to kill the witch and salt and burn the body without showing a hint of pain.

"Cause we needed to get the job done, I'll get it fixed up when we get to the hospital." Sam pulled his arm away and brought it back against his chest staring at Caleb defiantly.

"Okay. Lets go, the quicker you get that taken care of the quicker you can see your brother."

"Yeah, lets get the hell out of here… I hate the fucking woods."