Chance's mind caught up seconds later, taking its time to process through the unexpected intruder. Recognition dawned as he realized it was the FBI man, the one that had been travelling with the borrower he'd caught.

Unfortunately for him, Dean had been expecting to find people in the house. He had a gun in his hands in seconds, slamming the butt into Chance's face before he could move. Chance slumped to the ground, unconscious.

Dean stared down at the man at his feet. It was the security guard that had given him the security footage at the motel. "Well, that explains a lot," he muttered to himself. "Kara, you okay in there?"

His hand rose up to the pocket, carefully cupping around her small form. She hadn't budged a bit since the light had come on. Same instincts as Sam, there. Dean still caught his little brother freezing in place sometimes when a light flicked on over his head, even when Dean was the one that clicked it on. Self-preservation ran through their core.

Kara moved slightly. "I'm fine!" her small voice drifted up to him. Dean felt something tiny push against his hand, either a punch or a little kick.

He smiled, dropping his hand from his chest. She was definitely a hardy little thing.

He took a deep breath. Sam was close but he couldn't afford to let his guard down now. Grabbing the security guard, he propped the man up against the wall. Using some cord from his duffel, Dean trussed him up, making sure the bindings were good and tight. That way the man couldn't interfere while he searched for Sam. And from the look of things, he'd have a broken nose when he woke up, at least.

"Maybe next time, you bastards will pick on people your own size, huh?" Dean growled out as he tightened the bindings more than necessary and added a swift kick to the man's side for good measure.

After he was done, he peered around the kitchen door. He hadn't heard any other sounds from the house yet. With any luck the security guard was the only line of defense they had.

Dean stalked through the hallway, keeping a sharp eye out.


Sam woke from an uneasy sleep to a loud thumping outside their room.

"Wh-what's going on?" he mumbled, brushing a hand through his hair.

The others were all huddled together with him in the center of the crate. Ever since Chance's visit earlier a sense of foreboding hung over them, the realization that everything would be changing soon.

Christian glanced at him. "No idea. We heard loud banging a minute back, then this. You only fell asleep a few minutes ago."

The door to their room creaked open. Everyone but Sam shrank back. They were afraid Chance would come back, torment them the way they knew he wanted to.

Sam crept forward. He wanted... no, he needed to know what was happening. If there was even a chance of using Chance for an escape, he had to take it. He smirked at the thought. A chance of using Chance... Dean would love that irony.

His smile fled a second later. He'd never get to tell Dean the joke.

"Sam! Get back!" Bree hissed. "You're just going to draw attention to yourself!"

"I just want to see what's going on," Sam muttered back. "You never know, we might get a chance."

Christian gave a sarcastic, barking laugh. "You still think we're gonna get out of this?"

Sam sent him a confident grin, determined to keep his hopes up. "Hey, a small chance is still a chance. I'll be careful."

He edged up near the door where the cracks were big enough to peer through. He stood as high up on his tip toes as he could. Like this he could barely catch a glimpse of the room beyond. But it was enough.

All he could make out was two huge, jean-clad legs stalking through the room. They weren't lucky enough for it to be Beth. She hadn't been seen since being dragged from the kitchen by her brother. The legs were thick and sturdy, clearly the legs of a man. Sam clutched his arm closer to his side, a brief memory of Chance's thick fingers closing around him hitting all at once.

The huge boots thumped closer to the crate. Sam fell back to the center with the others. "Stay behind me," he muttered, feeling a cold calm settle over him at the sight of the unstoppable human outside. The least he could do was make sure he was the one Chance went for. None of the others deserved what was happening to them. If Sam could give them this one small moment of safety, he would.

Bree whimpered in fear as the enclosure shook around them. A shadow fell over the entire area as the human outside knelt down. Sam braced himself for Chance to open the door.

Instead of the lock clicking free, a huge voice echoed around them. "Sam? Is that you in there?"

DEAN!

Sudden relief washed over Sam at the familiar voice. "Dean?!" he cried out, running over to the side Dean was kneeling by. Sam jumped up to try and catch a glimpse of his brother through the cracks. His knees almost collapsed with relief when he caught sight of a familiar, friendly green eye blinking at him from the other side. Sam sighed, all the pent-up adrenaline and fear rushing out of him.

"What do you think you're doing?" came Christian's strong voice from behind him. Multiple arms pulled Sam away from the side, away from his brother.

"Wait, you don't understand!" Sam managed to pull free with effort, hampered by his broken arm. He turned to face them all, bright eyes blinking in the dim light. Sam held out his arm, hoping they wouldn't freak. "It's... it's Dean. He's my brother. He can help us escape!"

"Wh-what do you mean, that's your brother?" Bree's voice shook with fear. "Sam, I don't understand. How can he be a human?"

Christian's eyes widened in realization. "That's why you weren't worried about him getting caught, isn't it?"

Dean ended up cutting their argument short, his naturally overpowering voice easily drowning out theirs. "Sam, I don't know what's going on, but I'm gonna get you outta there. We don't have long... the family's asleep but they might not stay asleep long. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine!" Sam called out. He turned away from the judgmental stares. "We're all okay, Dean!" He couldn't be sure if Dean had picked up on the others with him.

Dean leaned down further, trying to peer in. "How many of you in there? All I can see is shadows."

"There's four of us. You won't believe who I found, Dean!" Sam tried to slip his good arm through the cracks in the wood. A rough fingertip brushed reassuringly against his hand. Sam almost let out a sob, knowing how close to freedom he was.

"Well, once I get you guys out and safe, we'll talk about it." Sam could practically hear the smile in Dean's voice when he said 'safe.'

Dean drew away from the side Sam was standing by, his shadow falling swiftly over the door. He examined the door of the crate. "This lock's gonna be a bitch to pick and we don't have the time. I'm gonna hafta break it open. You guys should stand as far back as you can." Clapping his hands on his legs, Dean pushed himself up to a stand. His shadowy form loomed over the crate as he stepped away.

"C'mon, get back," Sam said, ushering the others to the back of the crate. They gathered in a circle near the cloth bedding.

"Sam, how could you?" Bree hissed at him, glancing nervously at Dean's dark form. "And how is it possible he's your brother? He's a human! "

Sam refused to look over at her, feeling shame cover his face. He couldn't admit to these people, captured and trapped by other humans, that he was a human as well. He tracked the shadow of his brother's bulk, watching Dean's progress in the room. Dean's every step shook the floor under them, a reassuring earthquake for Sam. "It's a long story, and I doubt you'd believe me anyway."

She grabbed his good arm, whirling him around so he was forced to face her. "But you think I should believe that human out there is your brother and he's here to help us? I have a feeling whatever your story is, it'll be easier to believe than that! "

Sam found his voice again. "I doubt that." He calmly pulled his arm out of her grasp. "Bree, he really is my brother. Flesh and blood."

The boots thumped back over, casting them into shadow once more. "Alright, hold on everybody. I'm gonna have you outta there as fast as I can."

Anything Bree was going to say to Sam fled from her mind as she turned white with fear. She clamped a hand over her mouth, wide eyes watering.

A huge bang rattled the crate, sliding it slightly over the floor. They all fell into a pile from the earthquake, their fall cushioned by the scrap cloth they were standing over. Bree whimpered in fear at the center, terrified of the sheer power the unknown human outside wielded. Sam wrapped an arm around her consolingly. "It's okay. It's all gonna be okay," he whispered in her ear. "Dean would never hurt us and he's not gonna let anything happen to us either. I promise."

On the outside of the crate, Dean kicked out a leg. The toe of his boot propped behind the crate, holding it in place.

Bree stared at the size of the shadowed leg stretching past them. "But... how do you know for sure? He's so big! We can't do anything to stop him if we needed to. Just like Chance..." her voice trailed off. She buried her face into his arm.

Sam brushed her hair gently, holding her close. "There's no one I trust more in the world. He's never let me down and he's not gonna start now."

Another rattling bang followed, shaking them all on the floor. One more came quickly, and Sam heard something snap. He pulled himself free from the others on the floor, standing over them. He saw familiar fingers grip the edges of the 'door,' prying it free.

Dean folded both legs beneath him, bending down to see into the crate. Green eyes peered into the small, dark container. "Hey," he said softly. "You guys alright?" A large hand reached in for them, pausing when everyone flinched further into the crate. Away from what they saw as a dangerous, crushing hand. Sam saw Dean's face fall at their obvious fear.

Dean recovered quickly enough. He sat up straight, face vanishing above the top of the crate. Sam forced away his unexpected trepidation. That's just Dean out there. All he wants to do is make sure you're safe. Sam took a few steps towards the open end of the crate. He ignored Bree's gasp of fear, listening. He could swear Dean was whispering something out there. It was soft enough even Sam couldn't make it out.

Sam reached the edge of their enforced prison, peering up at his brother. Dean carefully pulled his hand out of the chest pocket of his shirt, something closed in his fist.

Sam almost twitched away from the approaching fist. Dean unfurled his fingers carefully, revealing...

A tiny little girl sitting calmly on his palm.

Sam blinked in surprise. She glanced around at her new surroundings and perked up when she caught sight of Christian, still back in the crate.

"Daddy! " she gave a happy cry. She hopped off Dean's hand without any qualms and darted into the crate.

Christian stared in shock at her. "Kara? Is it really you?" He ran forward and swept her up into his arms. They collapsed in place, sobbing desperately into each other's shoulders. "Oh Kara. I thought I'd lost you..." Christian mumbled into her hair.

"Its okay daddy, Dean helped me find you." Her tiny hands patted against the back of his head, trying to reassure him. "He's the nicest human!"

Bree and Mikael ran over to Christian, hovering over them like they didn't know what to do. Sam met Bree's surprised glance and turned back to his brother, staring up at Dean's towering form.

Dean smiled down at him. "Damn, it's good to see you, kiddo."

Fresh air hit Sam as he stepped out of the crate of his own free will for the first time since being taken. The entire world opened up around him with the familiar cavernous walls and endlessly high ceilings of the human world.

Without warning, two large hands approached Sam, obviously intending to scoop him off the ground.

Sam couldn't stop himself from reflexively jumping away, holding up his arm as though to warn off the huge fingers before they could reach him. "No, stop!"

The hands froze in place. "Sam?" The concern in Dean's voice fell around him like an anvil. "It's just me. You're okay!"

"S-sorry," Sam managed to stutter out. He tried to make his legs move towards the hands - big, powerful, friendly hands that would never hurt him, and wanted nothing more than to make sure he was alright - but nothing happened. He was frozen, stuck with the memories of fingers trapping him, crushing him over the last few days... snapping his arm like a stick. They'd stripped him of his humanity and dignity at the same time as they'd ruthlessly crushed him.

Dean seemed to take all this in from above. His eyebrows scrunched together as he scanned every bit of his little brother, lost to him for days now.

Lowering himself down, Dean flattened himself on his stomach so he was almost eye level with Sam. "Sam, what's wrong?" he asked, green eyes reflecting his concern at Sam. "What happened to you?" The hurt in his eyes was practically a slap in the face to Sam.

His hand approached again, much slower. Sam kept himself frozen in place, refusing to run away from his own brother. A finger gently rubbed his back, making Sam jump fearfully away at the contact. It wasn't even the pain from the bruises that bothered him, but instead the simple size of Dean's finger against his back. How small he suddenly felt next to his brother.

"Sammy, it's just me. It's Dean. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you." The cautious touch returned. This time Sam managed to keep still despite the way his heart raced in fear. A huge pressure smoothed down his back as Sam shuddered in fear. Dean tilted his head so his eye was level with Sam, peering intently at his little brother. "What did those bastards do to you?"

The finger moved from his back down his broken arm. He should have known Dean wouldn't miss the splint on his arm. The splinted arm was carefully extended so Dean could see the damage. Sam shivered at the slight pressure against his homemade splint, but Dean didn't press against it at all. He was well aware of how delicate the arm was compared to him. He just examined it, his intense glare focused on the tiny limb resting on his finger.

Sam heard Dean suck in a gasp of surprise when he realized what he was looking at. "How did you break this?" he asked softly.

"I...it broke when they first took me," he said, almost whispering. Sam took his arm off the broad finger, cupping it protectively by his side. He didn't look up from the floor when he heard Dean lean closer, clothes crinkling loudly at the movement. A steady gust of hot breath hit him this close to Dean's face, poking at the vulnerability he'd had shoved in his face the last two days. "I, uh... I guess they didn't like it when I talked back to them. They told me 'little snacks like me shouldn't talk back to their betters.' " He tilted his head back so he could meet Dean's eyes and ended up stepping back nervously. Dean was practically leaning over him to catch the soft words.

Dean realized how nervous he'd made his little brother, after everything Sam had been through. He backed off, dragging a hand over his face. "Sam... shit, Sammy. I'm sorry." He went to rub Sam's back again and visibly wilted when Sam couldn't hide a fearful tremble. "This is all my fault..."

Sam forced himself to look up at Dean again, surprised at the condemnation in his brother's voice. "Dean, how is any of this possibly your fault?"

"I shouldn't have... you were all alone in that room, and that's on me."

"Dean..." Sam touched at the hand resting on the ground near him. It hurt to hear the guilt in his brother's voice.

They were torn from each other at the sound of footsteps from the crate behind Sam. Sam turned away from Dean. A chill went up his spine at turning his back to such a large threat. No, not a threat... it's just Dean. You know him. He's not gonna hurt you!

Sam heard Dean shifting behind him. A quick, nervous glance showed his brother pulling himself off the ground. Dean folded his legs under him again, resting his hands against the knees.

Kara had her daddy by the arm, dragging him towards the brothers. Christian's eyes went wide when the huge greens above landed on him.

Little Kara was undaunted by the intense gaze, surprising Sam as much as the rest of them. Meeting Dean in the eye with his natural intensity was no easy feat for people their size. "Daddy, this is Dean," she giggled. "He helped me find you after the bad people took you away!"

"T-thank you, sir." Christian managed to stutter out. He pulled to a halt right at the edge of the crate, blinking fearfully up at the enormous human.

Sam realized it was his first time talking to a human as an equal. For a little guy, he was doing a good job of it. After all, even next to Sam, Christian was fairly short, only reaching a bit past his shoulder. Bree and Mikael hadn't come anywhere near the door yet. If Kara wasn't around, Sam doubted Christian would have either.

"Hey, you have your daughter to thank. I would never have found this place without her help." Dean smiled gently down at them. "I owe her for helping me find you guys."

Christian's eyes flicked between Kara and Dean disbelievingly. He knelt down in front of his daughter, putting a hand on each shoulder. He stared into her eyes. "Is this true?" he asked with surprise in his voice.

"I... I saw Sam get taken," she stared down at the floor, lips turned down in a pout. "I wanted to ask him to help me find you... after all, he had a human with him!" Her eyes darted up to Dean for a second before focusing back on her dad. "And the human was really nice, and never tried to grab Sam or be mean to him at all. But... I went to the room to ask Sam for help finding you, after the human went away and it seemed safe. These two humans broke in before I could talk to him." Her eyes teared up. "I saw them grab Sam," she said quietly. "They shoved him in a bag and took him away... I was so scared." Lip quivering, she stared at the floor. "I... got caught by Dean when he was in the room later. But he was really nice and let me go as soon as he knew what I was! He even gave me food. Dean's not like other humans, daddy. He's nice."

"Oh, Kara. My brave, brave girl. You've done so much." Christian gathered her into a hug. "I'm glad you're safe," he whispered to her.

While watching this, Sam realized he could feel a gentle weight against his shoulder, offering support during Kara's story. He glanced at his shoulder, jumping in surprise when he saw Dean's thumb sitting there.

Dean's hand was resting casually on the floor next to Sam, fingers extended in invitation. He felt his shoulders relax, knowing Dean wanted nothing more than to pick him up, make sure he was okay. But he willingly gave Sam his space with no added pressure.

Pushing away his trepidation, Sam climbed into his brother's hand at last. The heat from the skin warmed him all the way through. He hadn't been this warm since being taken, no matter how much cloth he'd buried himself under. Dean lifted him slowly away from the ground, bringing Sam close to his face so he could take a good look. "Hey, Sammy," Dean said softly. His warm breath breezed softly over Sam while he talked. It wasn't oppressive this time, but welcoming. "Everything's gonna be okay now, I promise."

Instead of bringing Sam into the familiar full body hug against his chest, Dean gently cupped his brother against his cheek. Sam squirmed slightly against the five o'clock shadow on Dean's jaw, surprised at such a vulnerable action from Dean. It was unexpected, to say the least. He brushed his hand over the coarse, stubble-covered cheek and it came away wet.

When Dean finally broke free, Sam could see the matching wetness in Dean's eyes. "Dean..." he said. He reached out, wishing he could offer support to his brother the same way Dean did for him. His size worked against him again. He was too far away to be able to reach Dean.

The hand holding him shifted slightly. "I thought I'd lost you," Dean said thickly, trying to explain. He cleared his throat, staring down at the ground in surprise, like he'd forgotten there were others with Sam.

Sam found himself lowered down to the floor, sliding off Dean's tilted hand. He cast a glance up at Dean when the hand withdrew. A spike of worry hit Sam when he saw Dean close his eyes, holding a hand against them. Another hand was close to Sam, flat on the floor to hold Dean's balance. The last few days must have been hard on Dean. Sam knew how personally Dean would take anything happening to Sam. Not knowing if he'd ever see Sam again, or if Sam would be alive when Dean found him...

A little hand tugged at Sam's jacket. He turned and found Kara staring up at him with a big grin. "Sam..."

He knelt down for her, putting himself at the same eye level. "Yes, Kara?" he asked with a smile. After all, everything they had right now was thanks to her.

She jumped into a hug with him. "I wanted to thank you!"

He managed to keep his broken arm from the hug. "What for?" He awkwardly hugged her back.

"Because if you weren't around, we never would have found my daddy!" She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Christian came over, peeling Kara off of Sam. "Come on, Kara. Let the man rest. He needs to let his arm heal."

Sam saw how close Christian was standing to Dean's hand. "You okay with all this?" he asked as he stood back up, motioning his head up at his brother.

"Well... no. Not really. But what other choice do we have? Stay here and wait to be sold or for Chance to get his hands on us again?" He put a hand on Kara's shoulder. "Plus, she seems to trust him. If I can't trust my own daughter, who can I trust?"

Bree slipped out of the crate nervously with Mikael behind her. "Sam... what's going on? Are you alright? He didn't... hurt you, did he?" Her voice was a soft whisper as she stared up at Dean.

"No, of course not. Like I said before, Dean's my brother. He just wants to help us." Sam came over to her, knowing she didn't want to get any closer to Dean than she had to.

"Yeah," she laughed at that. "That's why you tried to get away from him, right?"

Sam's face burned with shame. "No... I just... after what they did..." he rubbed the makeshift cast on his broken arm, remembering the pain of being crushed. "I was afraid of being grabbed again."

Her eyes softened. "I wish you never had to go through that." She put a hand on his arm, over the sling. "I'm sorry this ever happened."

"Bree, none of this was ever your fault. It never will be."

Bree let out a sarcastic laugh. "If I'd never been found they wouldn't even know we exist. So yeah, it is my fault."

Dean finally pulled himself together. The hand next to Christian and his daughter flipped over, palm up. "C'mon guys, we gotta blow this joint before anyone wakes up. I trussed up Chance in the kitchen but he could wake up at any time and raise the alarm."

Kara pulled away from Christian, clambering into Dean's palm. "Daddy, c'mon! He wants to take us back home!"

Christian did a double take at his daughter's trust, staring nervously up at Dean's looming form. Sam understood exactly how he felt. "T-thank you for taking care of my daughter," he managed to get out, stepping onto Dean's palm next to his daughter. Sam could see Christian shiver from all the way over where he was standing by the crate. Once he was settled, Christian stared down at the thick skin his boots stood on.

Dean smiled understandingly back down at him. "Not a problem. She's a little handful, I can tell you that."

Christian's hand tightened nervously on Kara's shoulder when Dean talked directly to him. "Y-yes. She certainly is."

Dean's eyes flicked over to Sam, Bree and Mikael. "Sam? It's time to go."

"Yeah, right." Sam focused back on the problem of getting everyone out safely. "Bree. Mikael. Let's go."

"What? You mean, just go along with a human like that?" Bree shook her head, backing away from Sam.

Sam grabbed her arm. "Look, I'm sorry, but we don't have time to waste. Chance might wake up at any moment. Come with me. You'll be fine, I promise. We can even bring you back home."

She froze. "Home?" she whispered breathlessly.

"Yeah. You can see Krissy and her family again... back where you belong." His hand tightened on hers. "I know she misses you."

A distant door slammed shut. Dean twisted in the direction of the sound. "Sorry guys, time's up for the easy way." The hand holding Christian and his daughter lifted into the air, fingers curling up around them to keep them safe.

Sam lost sight of them when Dean's other hand moved, reaching for Sam and the other two. It effortlessly scooped the three of them into a fist without a problem. Sam was helplessly swept up with the other two, trying to twist so his arm didn't get hurt more. Bree gave a muffled scream next to him when the relentless fingers closed around them.

Darkness fell as they were dropped lightly into a large pocket. Sam landed in the pocket first, rolling out of the way of Bree and Mikael when they fell in after him. They untangled from each other's arms and legs as quickly as they could after the unexpected landing.

Sam grunted as he dug his way out of the bottom of the pile in the suddenly tight confines. His stomach dropped as Dean stood up, taking them all along for the ride. Checking out his surroundings, Sam recognized the side pocket of Dean's leather jacket. One of the only jackets Dean had that had pockets so big. For a moment, he reflected on how odd his life must be that he could recognize the insides of a pocket so easily.

The pocket suddenly swung into motion from Dean's swift strides, bumping them occasionally into the solid wall that Dean formed to the left. Sam hoped Bree and Mikael wouldn't realize what they were hitting against. Bree was already panicked and Mikael hadn't said much since Dean had come, probably from the shock.

Sam said a brief prayer that Christian and Kara were safe wherever Dean had stashed them. He had no way to check on them like this, or even reassure them. With any luck they were just safely confined in the pocket on the opposite side of Dean, and not freaking out. At least Christian had Kara with him. For a tiny, two inch tall girl, she was awfully okay with a gigantic human like Dean. Sam found himself wondering how they'd met.

And even Sam had trouble staying calm. He didn't know why, whether it was his recent experiences with the humans here or just because he had no idea what was going on outside the pocket. They were all completely dependent on Dean at the moment.

Bree started to hyperventilate, and he was yanked back to the present. "Bree!" Sam gasped as he scrambled over to her, progress slowed by the constant swinging from Dean's quick stride. "Bree, you're alright, we're okay." He rubbed her arms, trying to calm her down.

"But... but..." she managed to gasp out, "he's taking us... just like they took me away from Mom and Dad!" She pulled away from Sam, trying to reach for the opening of the pocket above them.

"Bree, no!" Sam leaped for her, grabbing her before she was able to pull herself out. "Shit, calm down, he's just trying to help us! He's not taking us, he's saving us, I promise! Once we're out of this place, you're free to go wherever you want! You can get as far away from us as you want. Dean would never keep you against your will."

She tried to push him off, still struggling to reach the top. "No... I'm not gonna be taken again..." she growled.

Hampered by his broken arm, Sam tried to pull her down from the side. She easily pulled out of his one-armed hold, grabbing the edge of the pocket. "Bree!" he gasped. If she leaped out of the pocket with Dean standing, she'd get badly hurt. It was no small distance to fall from.

A shadow fell over the opening, sending a shock up Sam's spine as the light was eclipsed. Dean's hand appeared, the familiar silver ring on it a dead giveaway. He must have felt them struggling against his side. The hand had no problem slipping in, the pocket designed to accept it. They were the ones out of place.

Dean covered up the opening so Bree couldn't get out. She dropped down in the pocket, landing on Sam in her surprise. He grunted in pain when she brushed against his broken arm, sending red hot spurts of pain up his arm.

Cupping gently around the three of them, the hand gathered them into the center of the pocket, away from any edges they could use to climb out. Sam found himself herded same as the other two, with no way for Dean to tell the difference between them. Bree shrieked when one of the fingers brushed her side, collapsing against Sam in an attempt to get away from the hand. Mikael was no better, face green and nauseous, twitching every time he brushed against one of the massive fingers.

"Shh, shh. It's okay. I've got you," Sam murmured softly to Bree, holding her head against his neck. Mikael would have to wait with her still hyperventilating. With no room left in the pocket, Sam braced himself against one of the fingers arched beside him, using Dean's hand for support. The finger curled helpfully under him, giving him a place to sit. It reminded him how awful it must make Dean feel, knowing how scared they were of him, despite how much he was helping. Dean hated to be seen as the bad guy, but his size alone worked against him in this situation.

Her struggles died down slowly. The pocket warmed up, from so many people crammed inside with Dean's hand hovering around them to keep them safely inside. Sam could only hope that Dean would get them out of danger quick.


A/N

THIS IS IT THE CHAPTER YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR