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Previously on Supernatural- Dean managed to slip out the door unseen as soon as the trouble started. Racing quietly down the stairs, he headed out the door to find help for his family.

Mrs. Pool pulled her car into the parking spot beside Officer Pulliam's patrol car. Stepping out of the car, she carefully scrutinized the area looking for any sign of the detective but he was no where to be seen. Undaunted she walked into the diner and up to the counter. After conversing with the sympathetic waitress for a few minutes, Mrs. Pool strolled back out and headed down the street following the officer's trail.

Mr. Smith glanced over at his captives. What had started as a simple kidnapping had grown into a hostage situation. Things had definitely gotten out of hand, and he was at a loss as to what he needed to do to fix it. He couldn't let them go; he'd be in jail in a heartbeat. But he didn't want to kill them either. Pondering over his options, he noticed that something, or more appropriately, someone was missing. "Winchester, where's your other son?" he growled.

John stopped trying to get out of the ropes and stared at Mr. Smith. He'd hoped no one would catch on to Dean's little disappearing act. He should have known he couldn't be that lucky. John and Bobby exchanged glances before John scowled up at their captor and replied. "He's not with us. He went with Ray and Gary to search the other end of the street."

"Good. I don't need anyone else messing up my perfect plan." Mr. Smith said as he rounded the desk to stand in front of John. "If you had just stayed away, your son and his friends would probably be home safe and sound by now. But instead you've mucked things up and I have to decide what to do about it."

"Why did you take the boys in the first place? Are you that hard up for money that you'd rob your friends?" Bobby inquired in an attempt to buy Dean some time.

"Money? Is that what you think this is about?" Mr. Smith yelled. "This has nothing to do with money! This is about teaching Mr. Sims a lesson. He has to learn he can't keep throwing his money in everyone's face." Noticing his captives' confused looks, Mr. Smith decided to explain his plan. "My guys were only supposed to take Nolan but Sammy and Christian refused to leave him. I never meant to involve your families, just Ray's. The boys are always talking about him. Its Mr. Sims did this or Mr. Sims gave us that. They love him because he gives them all the things their parents can't afford. I volunteer in that classroom, help the kids with their work, play with them at recess, and plan special activities to make school fun. And they love me for being their friend. But then Mr. Sims shows up once every blue moon and hands out some new toy, and the kids think he's the best."

"Wait a minute!" Bobby exclaimed. "You mean to tell me you kidnapped those little boys and scared the crap outta everyone because you're jealous of Mr. Sims? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard of, you idjit!"

Enraged Mr. Smith's fist slammed into Bobby's face splitting his lip. Before he could inflict anymore damage, a small voice caught his attention.

Sammy awoke to someone shouting. Opening his eyes he saw his father and Bobby sitting in front of him and Mr. Smith yelling at them. He silently watched as the three men exchanged heated words. However when Mr. Smith hit Bobby, Sammy decided to jump into the battle. Leaping off the couch, he ran up to Mr. Smith hollering, "Leave my Uncle alone!"

Mr. Smith looked down at Sammy and put on his sweetest smile. "It's alright, Sammy. I wasn't hurting him. He had a bee on his nose and I was trying to shoo it away before it stung him." he lied.

Sammy crossed his arms and rolled his eyes at Mr. Smith. "Yeah, right. And I'm Santa Claus." he growled out. "Now get away from my daddy and uncle before I knock your block off." Sammy raised his little fists to show he meant business.

Mr. Smith stared down at the little boy. "How dare he talk to me that way!" he thought. "Fine. I'll leave them alone for now. I need to go talk to my partners anyway. Maybe I'll send Jade back in to play with you. Would you like that, Sammy?" he asked grinning wickedly as the little boy backed away looking frightened. Mr. Smith strolled out the door leaving his hostages alone.

John waited until he was certain their captor was out of hearing range before speaking. "Sammy come over here, kiddo." he called.

Sammy slowly walked over to his daddy and sat in his lap. Looking up he whispered, "I'm sorry, daddy. I didn't know he was a bad man."

John was shocked. His baby thought he had done something wrong. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Sammy. There was no way you could have known. He fooled everybody, even me and Bobby." Seeing the forlorn expression on Sam's face, John continued. "Sammy, I'm proud of you. You managed to tell us where you were and you stood up to Mr. Smith just now even though he's a lot bigger than you. You did good, sport!"

"Hey, Sammy! You think you can do Uncle Bobby another favor?" Bobby asked. At Sam's nod Bobby said "I need you to get my knife out of my left boot and cut the ropes off your daddy and me?"

Sammy grinned as he limped over to his uncle to get the hidden knife. He carefully pulled the knife out of its hiding place and started slowly cutting the ropes.

Noticing his son's limp, John immediately became concerned. Wondering what the kidnappers had done to his boy, he searched for any other signs of injuries. Not seeing anything besides a bruise and cut on Sam's face, he decided to ask. "Sammy, what happened to your leg?"

"He hurt it when we jumped off the fire escape." a sleepy voice behind him answered.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Winchester?" another voice asked. "Did you come to rescue us?"

Looking up into Christian's and Nolan's smiling faces; John smiled back and answered, "Bobby and I came to take you guys back home. But we got caught, too. Looks like Sammy's the hero this time."

The rope on Bobby's wrists snapped freeing him. Taking the knife from Sammy, Bobby hugged the youngster tightly before turning to cut John free. In moments, John was free and holding his baby boy while Bobby checked on the other two boys. Satisfied that the boys were okay, John and Bobby searched the room for any type of weapon. Finding their guns stuffed in a drawer, the men snatched them up, checked to make sure the clips were still loaded, and led the boys to the door. Bobby peeked out the door listening for any movement. Hearing none, he led the way to the back staircase determined to get the boys to safety before coming back to take care of the kidnappers. The group reached the stairway and crept down the stairs. Spotting the back entrance, they carefully made their way over and walked out of the building unnoticed.

Dean raced around Oak Street searching for someone to help. He had gone to several pay phones only to find them destroyed. Running back toward the diner, he spied Officer Pulliam coming out of a motel. "Finally" he thought as he dashed over to the man. Seeing the officer about to go into another building, Dean started shouting to get his attention. "Officer Pulliam! Help! I need help!"

Officer Pulliam was just about to walk into an old apartment building when he heard someone shouting his name. Glancing down the street he noticed a familiar young boy running towards him yelling for help. The officer took off at a sprint and met the child halfway. Kneeling down he looked the boy right in the eyes and started questioning him. "What's wrong? Aren't you Winchester's boy? Where is he? What are you doing here? What's going on?"

Dean groaned as the officer started spouting off questions left and right without pausing for any answers. He stared at Officer Pulliam willing him to shut up so they could go help his family. When that didn't work, Dean resorted to screaming, "Shut the hell up and listen already!" Grinning at the stunned silence he quickly relayed the facts. "The kidnappers have my dad, uncle, brother, and his friends in a small office on the second floor of that warehouse over there. We need to go rescue them. Think you can handle that or would you rather stand around here and play twenty questions?"

Officer Pulliam couldn't believe the kid in front of him! He sounded more like a drill sergeant than a child. He briefly wondered what had happened in this child's life that had caused him to grow up so fast. Shaking off his musing, the officer stood and headed down the street. "Let's go save your family" he called over his shoulder at Dean. The two set out at a fast walk trying hard not to draw attention to themselves. When they reached the building, Officer Pulliam led Dean around to the back of the building planning on sneaking into the warehouse. As the officer reached for the doorknob the door suddenly opened and a man peered out at them.

"Dad" Dean whispered running over and hugging his father. Letting go he watched as the three little boys came out followed by Bobby. Dean followed the group behind an abandoned store and stopped beside his dad. He watched and listened as the three men had a brief discussion before staring down at him.

John looked down at his eldest hating what he was about to do but there was no other way. "Dean, we have to go take care of the kidnappers. I want you to take the boys back to the car. Lock yourselves inside and don't get out or let anyone in unless its one of us." he ordered. Turning to the little boys he added, "Sammy, you and your friends need to go with Dean. Do exactly what he tells you. Understand?"

"Yes sir" all the boys answered.

The men watched as the boys made their way across the street smiling as they saw Dean notice Sammy's limp, scoop his little brother up in his arms, and carry him. Once the boys were out of sight the men headed back to the warehouse to deal with the kidnappers.

Dean readjusted his hold on his brother as they walked to the waiting impala. "Geez Sammy! What've you been eating? You weigh a ton!" he complained as the little boys giggled. Making it to the car he opened the door and placed Sammy inside before stepping aside for the others to climb in. Dean kept his ears open listening for any trouble but all he heard were cars zooming by and some lady shouting for her son Joey. Slamming the back door, he climbed in the driver's side door and proceeded to lock all the doors. That job accomplished he turned and was about to ask the boys how they had escaped when he noticed a woman running to the car yelling. "Crap! What now?" Dean thought as the woman started banging on the windows.