Sam glanced in the backseat and saw Emily sleeping peacefully, then he looked at his brother.

"You sure about the Rangers?"

"Positive, Walker and his Rangers won't let Emily go back."

"They've must've made a great impression on you if you are willing going to the police."

"They're good." Dean said. "It took a little while to convince them that a ghost was the murderer. But seeing a translucent being, with half of its head missing, running towards you while wielding an ax kinda makes you a believer. Once they got over the initial shock, they were excellent helpers."

The older brother smirked and added. "Dude, you should have seen it. Dad got his ass kicked by a chick."

"Really?" Sam asked, not able to hide the smile that spread across his face.

"Yeah, by Ranger Sydney Cook. Dad and me were snooping around the latest crime scene, but so were Sydney and her partner Gage. They came out of nowhere and pulled their weapons, telling us to drop ours. So of course, Dad and me knocked their guns away. But they didn't need them anyway."

"What happened?" Sam wanted to know.

"This big dude grabbed me and tried to cuff me, so I fought." He smiled ruefully. "Didn't do much good, he was actually better them me. It only took him about five minutes to have me in cuffs and laying on the ground."

"And Dad?"

"From my position on the ground, I saw most of the fight. You know how big Dad is. Well this chick he was fighting was a hell of a lot shorter and a hell of a lot smaller. She looked like a frickin kid next to him. But she kicked his ass without much difficulty."

They heard noises coming from the backseat and turned to see Emily tossing around, obviously having a bad dream.

"Emily." Sam said softly, as he reached back and gently shook her leg to wake her.

"Noooooo!" The six-year-old screamed in her sleep. "Daddy stoooop!"

Dean quickly pulled the car over to the shoulder while Sam leaned over the seat and placed a hand on each of the girl's shoulders.

"Emily." Sam said, more loudly.

"It hurts!" Emily wailed.

"Emily!" Sam snapped, shaking her gently.

Emily opened her eyes and burst into tears. Sam released her and gave his brother a pleading look, he didn't know how to calm a crying kid.

Dean got out of the car and opened Emily's door, then he unbuckled her and gently lifted her into his strong arms.

"It's okay, sweetheart." Dean said, as he held her.

Emily wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and then she buried her face into his chest and cried.

"I won't let him hurt you anymore, I promise." Dean said, as he rubbed gently circles on her back. "Everything's okay."

He looked at Sam, who had also gotten out of the car and was standing by the trunk watching them. "You drive." He said, then he walked over to the passenger side and climbed back into the car. The crying girl still in his arms.

Sam slid behind the wheel, and pulled back onto the road.

"It's okay." Dean softly said again, as he kissed the top of Emily's head. "I've got you."

"He came into my room again." The young girl said through her tears. "He wanted to play, but I don't like that game. It's scary. Please don't make me play it." She sobbed.

"You never have to play that game again, Emily." Dean said, as he felt his own eyes water. He wanted so much to tell Sam to turn the car around and head back to Lakeford. He wanted to make the Paterson's and the good doctor pay for what they did to Emily.

Parents were supposed to love and protect their kids, not hurt them. And doctors were supposed to report abuse, not profit from it.

Emily continued to cry, and Dean continued to hold her and whisper reassurances. After several minutes, the little girl's crying stopped and her breathing evened out.

"You want me to pull over so you can put her in the backseat?" Sam asked, as he quickly wiped away a tear from his cheek.

"No." Dean said. "She's okay where she is."

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Emily slept the rest of the way to Dallas, sound asleep in Dean's arms. When Sam pulled the Impala to a stop in front of a restaurant named CD's, Dean gently slid the slumbering girl into the seat between him and Sam.

"I'll be right back." Dean said, as he opened the door and climbed out.

He walked into the building and up to the counter where a stout older man with graying hair was standing.

"Well I'll be." The man smiled when he saw Dean. "It's good to see you again, Dean."

"You too, CD." Dean returned the smile.

"You look terrible son." CD said, concern evident in his voice. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Dean assured the older man. "Just in a bit of trouble, I need the Rangers help. But I can't just waltz into the Ranger headquarters."

"You remember where I live?" CD asked, tossing the younger man a set of keys.

"Yes."

"I'll bring Walker and the gang there."

"Thanks, CD." Dean said, tossing the keys back to him. "But if we get caught at your house, you could get into trouble."

"What'd you do, son?" CD asked. "Where's your Daddy?"

"Dad's on another hunt." Dean said, not wanting to get into whole story about his Dad being missing and him and Sam searching for him.

"Then who is we?"

"Sam's with me, he's out in the car."

"So he rejoined the hunt?"

"Yes Sir."

"You and your brother go to my house and rest." CD once more tossed the keys to him.

"Thanks."

Dean left the restaurant and walked back to the Impala. He slid into the passenger seat and gave his brother directions to CD's house. Once there, he carried the still slumbering girl into CD's bedroom and laid her bed. Then he joined his brother in the living room.

Half an hour later, the door opened and CD entered the room with five other people. Dean and Sam, who had been stretched out on the couch and a recliner, stood as they entered.

"Sammy." Dean said. "This is CD." He nodded towards the older man.

"Ranger Walker, Ranger Sydney Cook, Ranger James Trivette, Ranger Gage, and Ms. Alex Cahill."

"Actually." The slender blond woman said, slipping her hand into Walker's hand. "It is Mrs. Alex Cahill-Walker now."

"Congratulations." Dean smiled.

"Thank you." Alex said.

Everyone sat down and Dean and Sam filled them in on everything they knew. They listened in silence until they were done.

"You were right about removing Emily from that place before her parents got her back." Walker said. "But you could have done it without kidnapping her, that is a federal offence."

"You boys should have called us from the get go." CD said.

"I agree." Alex said. "Kidnapping a child is….."

A loud piercing scream coming from up stairs cut off Alex's comment.

"Emily." Dean said, springing to his feet and dashing up the stairs as fast as her could. Sam was right behind him, and the others were right behind Sam.

Dean drew his gun, which he had in the waist band of his jeans, and burst into the room. He saw Emily sitting in the middle of the bed, sobbing. He quickly handed the gun to Sam and rushed to the distraught girl, sitting on the bed and gently picking her up and sitting her in his lap.

"He was standing by the bed!" She cried, clinging to Dean. "He wanted to touch me again!"

"It's okay, Emily." Dean said, hugging her tight. "You are safe, I am here. I won't let him hurt you, I will protect you."

Dean could smell the urine, and felt the liquid on his clothes. But he still held the girl close, ignoring the order and dampness.

Emily continued to cry, and Dean started rubbing small circles on her back and started rocking gently.

"I'm sorry." The little girl cried, as she clung to Dean.

"For what, sweetheart?" Dean asked softly.

"I wet the bed, please don't be mad at me."

"No one is mad at you, Emily." Dean assured her. "Clothes and sheets can be washed, it's okay."

The other adults stepped out of the room, and Sam closed the door. They all had tears in their own eyes.

"I take back what I said." Walker said. "You did the right thing."

"Yeah." Trivette agreed. "Getting Emily to safety was top priority."

"I will help Dean with Emily." Alex said. She reentered the room quietly.

"Come on." Walker said, as he started back downstairs. "We have got a lot to figure out." The others followed him.

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Alex walked over to the bed and sat beside Dean. Emily had quit crying, but was still clinging to Dean's shirt.

"Emily." Dean said softly, as he repositioned the young girl so she could see Alex. "This is Alex, she is a very good friend of mine."

"Hello Emily." Alex said.

Emily looked at her, but said nothing.

"Emily." Alex said. "How about if I help you take a bath?"

Emily shook her head and clung tighter to Dean.

"Hey, sweetheart." Dean said. "Alex won't hurt you, she is real nice. I need you to go with her and get all cleaned up, can you do that for me?"

Emily nodded, and slowly slid off of his lap. Alex smiled and stood up, then offered a hand to the little girl Emily looked at the hand, then at Dean, then she smiled at Alex and took her hand.

"That's a good girl" Dean praised her.

"Does she have any clothes?" Alex asked.

"No." Dean replied. Then he stood up and walked over to his duffle bag, which he had brought upstairs. He pulled out a blue tee-shirt and handed it to the woman with a sheepish smile.

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After taking a quick shower, changing, and stripping the bed, Dean went downstairs.

"I put the bed clothes in the laundry room." He told CD, gratefully accepting the beer bottle that the older man handed him. "The bed itself was dry."

"You were right about coming here." Sam told his brother. "Walker already has a plan."

"The pictures and medical records you found will help the case, but it's not enough." Walker explained. "Patterson's attorney can claim that the pictures have been doctored."

"Then what do we do?" Dean asked. "I want the doctor locked away too."

"He will be." Trivette said. "Gage here is going to claim to be a doctor. Claim that the kidnappers dropped Emily off at the hospital and fled."

"Then you demand money to keep quite about the injuries." Dean smiled. "Nice plan."

"If we can get Patterson to confess on tape, we have them." Gage said.

"Dean." Emily said, rushing into the room and crawling into the man's lap. Dean's shirt came down almost to her ankles.

"Hey Sweetheart." Dean said, kissing the top of her damp hair.

"I know you like being part of the action." Walker told Dean. "But I need you to set this one out."

"No way." Dean said. "I want to…"

"Do you want them to walk?" Sydney asked him.

"Of course not." Dean replied.

"That's what could happen if this isn't done by the book." Gage informed him.

Dean wasn't happy about it, but he knew they were right. "Okay." He sighed.

"Stay here with Emily." Walker said. "We will take care of it."

"If it's okay with Emily." Alex said. "I'd like to stay too."

"I'd like that." The little girl said, smiling at her.

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I will have the last chapter up soon, hopefully by tomorrow night. Please let me know what you think.