"Sammy?" Dean murmured urgently as he nudged his brother. Sam groaned softly and his eyes fluttered open. "Hey man, you with me?" Dean asked while keeping his gaze on the werewolves he held at gunpoint in the corner of the room. He knew he couldn't hold them at bay for long. At some point they would rush him and he wouldn't be able to take them all down. Suddenly Sam choked and coughed up blood, he wheezed a few times and grabbed weakly for Dean's hand.
"Dean," he gasped. His eyes fluttered closed.
"Sammy!" Dean dropped the gun he was holding, forgetting about the people in the corner and grabbed his brother's hand. He was losing him. He placed his hands over his brother's heart and closed his eyes in concentration.
Sky began moving forward, preparing to attack in the wake of Dean's distraction, but stopped when he saw what Dean was doing. A silver light was surrounding Dean and was flowing from his hands into Sam. The werewolves watched in fascination as Sam's numerous wounds were healed. Dean began to sway slightly and suddenly, the light disappeared and Dean collapsed back onto the floor where he lay trembling. Meanwhile, Sam sat up and blinked in confusion. He quickly regained his senses and grabbed the gun from the floor where Dean had dropped it. He looked around only to see that the werewolves had surrounded them.
"Let us go," Sam demanded.
"Why would we do that?" Sky answered patronizingly. Sam could see his point, there was no way he could stop them all, especially not with Dean out of commission. As if on cue, Dean coughed and tried to sit up, but was grabbed from behind by one of the pups, now in human form.
"Dean!" Sam yelled, worried for his brother. Dean wasn't going to go without a fight.
Dean planted his feet on the floor and launched himself backwards at his captor, slamming him into the wall. He pulled the young man around in front of him and held a knife to his throat. He knew he wasn't strong enough to evade the werewolves in a chase, his efforts to heal his brother had drained all of his strength, but Sam had a chance to get away.
"Let my brother go, and I'll let your son live."
Sky stared at Dean with narrowed eyes. With the proper control, Dean's talents could prove useful.
"Deal," he replied slowly. While keeping an eye on the knife at his son's throat, he called to his daughter.
"Callie, move away from the door, let Sam pass."
"Dean, I'm not leaving you."
"Yes you are Sam. Go," Dean looked into his brother's eyes and silently demanded that Sam leave him and get out while he could.
Sky signaled to his daughter and she moved to push Sam out of the house. Sam turned his gun on her.
"Do that, and your brother is dead. At least this way, he will survive," Sky warned. Sam clenched his jaw, then he let out a defeated sigh and his posture relaxed. "Go now," Sky ordered.
"I'll come back for you Dean."
"Of course you will Sammy, now go," Dean replied with a sad smile. Sam backed out of the house slowly with one last gaze at his brother.
As soon as Dean was sure Sam had escaped he turned his attention to Sky.
"Now," Sky said jovially, "Put the knife down and let my son go." Dean sighed and started to tremble again as the adrenaline wore off. He let go of the knife and dropped to the floor, exhausted. "Chase, go get the restraints," Sky ordered his son. He knelt down in front of Dean and pulled him to his feet. Dean weakly grabbed at Sky's wrists as he caught Sky's gaze in his own defiant glare.
"You're mine now," he said, before throwing Dean against the wall, knocking him out. Chase returned with the shackles and placed them on Dean's wrists and neck.
He studied the man before him intently, wondering how the past couple minutes would have turned out differently for him if Sam hadn't been released. Would Dean have killed him? He was interrupted from his thoughts when his father ordered him to move Dean to the truck.
"We can't stay here," Sky told his family. "Sam will come back for his brother, we have to leave."
Sky and Chase dragged Dean out to the truck and threw him in the back. Chase climbed up next to him and set about attaching the chains to the bed of the pick-up. Meanwhile, his sister, father and mother gathered a few necessities and climbed into the cab of the truck. Chase glanced down at Dean once more before climbing out of the truck, closing the cover of the bed and slamming the tail-gait.
Sam pulled out his phone to call Bobby only to discover that it had been ruined when he was attacked. He sighed in frustration and ran back to the Impala. He couldn't take on all those werewolves alone, he needed help.
Hang on Dean. He thought to himself.