Two Hunters and a Baby.

Disclaimer: Sigh no matter how hard I try I just don't own anything to do with Supernatural or the characters of the show. Although anything that comes from my fevered imagination is ... kind of ... that's my excuse anyway!

CHAPTER 21

Dean opened his eyes and stared up at the pretty face hovering above him, blinking a few times he grinned and reached up to touch her face, 'morning beautiful.'

'Hey yourself, how did you sleep last night?'

'Who slept?' He growled teasingly pulling her down to a deep kiss, 'you are so beautiful Merci, I dunno what I ... I ah,' Dean sat up and pushed Merci off him a look of confusion on his handsome face, his green eyes darkening in the process, 'why doesn't this feel right?' He mumbled to himself but Merci heard him, chewing her lower lip, she slid off the bed and pulled a silk robe on.

'Be right back sexy don't go anywhere,' she cooed winking at him she fled the bedroom and hurried to the locked door at the end of the hallway. Once inside the dark room, she locked it behind her and let her breath out in relief, 'Master I summon you, I need your counsel.'

'What is it Merci?' the demon appeared stretching languidly, 'this had better be good I was rather busy.'

'Yeah, yeah you can go back to the demon bimbo in a minute Master we have a problem.'

'I am going to overlook your flippancy this time Merci,' Cornase snarled in a flash he was directly in front of Merci gripping her chin tightly in his taloned claws.

'Dean is already questioning things Master, the drugs and brainwashing are not working,' she gasped.

Cornase let her go instantly and started pacing instead, his clawed feet scratching the floor, 'what exactly happened?'

'He woke and we were ah, saying good morning to each other when he stopped got this look of oh I dunno what confusion or something and then he said 'why doesn't this feel right?' I mean damn Master he should have been all over me by now.'

'He is very strong-willed I will give him that,' Cornase agreed, 'we shall have to intensify his treatments, time is running out Merci if the ritual is not complete on the night of the black moon then it will all be for nothing, do I make myself clear?'

'Yes, yes Master just tell me what to do.'

'Stop sounding so fucking needy Merci, go and make him his morning coffee and breakfast as usual,' the demon Master said as he crossed the room and opened a small cabinet set deep in the wall, 'place six drops of this elixir in his coffee, and then await further instructions.'

'Yes Master,' Merci nodded her head taking the small vial from Cornase, 'six drops?'

'No more, no less now be off you with wretch before he starts looking for you.'

Merci locked the door, glanced at the still shut bedroom door, and then ran lightly downstairs to the kitchen. She fixed a light breakfast of fruit, toast, and honey as well as a pot of black coffee.

Just as she finished packing, a tray the door opened revealing Dean standing there in only his boxer shorts, his well muscled and chiselled chest still shining from the sweat and exertion of their night-time activities. 'Baby I was just about to bring breakfast up to you in bed,' she said, making herself smile at him, though there was no warmth in it. She stared at his lithe muscular form unabashedly the tip of her tongue moistening her suddenly dry upper lip.

'Just wondered what was taking you so long,' He drawled, 'didn't expect breakfast in bed.'

'Well I wanted coffee and I know you and your morning hit of caffeine so...'

'You do know me don't you Merci?'

'Of course I do baby, I love you,' Merci said placing the tray down on the kitchen table she went over to Dean and wrapped her arms around his neck drawing him into a long deep kiss, 'morning baby,' she whispered into his mouth.

'Fresh coffee?' Dean asked finally extricating himself from her embrace, 'you brewed the coffee?'

'What? Do you think that all I can make is instant?' Merci laughed lightly guiding him to a chair, 'let me wait on you for a change.'

'I wait on you?'

'All the time Lover, and I am not complaining but this morning I want to wait on you,' Merci brushed a kiss on his cheek before going to pour a coffee each, passing Dean his. She took a seat opposite him and pulled a leg up sitting with her arms wrapped around it, she watched him sip his drink and help himself to the toast, 'eat up Dean there's heaps.'

'Mmm thanks, so what coffee did you use?' Dean asked screwing his nose up as he sipped it, 'I'm not sure if I have had this one before that's all,' he added when he saw the downcast look on Merci's face.

'That's okay Dean,' she smiled brightly, 'it is a new one, some south American one I think.'

'Ah okay, well it's great anyway Merci,' Dean grinned as he finished the coffee and ate four slices of toast, unaware that Merci's coffee sat untouched, and her piece of fruit remained almost completely intact.

They sat in companionable silence finishing the remains of their breakfast, when Dean finished the last of his second coffee he pushed his chair away from the table and went to stand, a wave of lethargy washed through him and he sat down again heavily, 'what? What's wrong with me?' he gasped, clutching the edge of the table automatically when the room started spinning around him dizzily.

'Just relax Lover Boy,' Merci cooed watching him intently as a blank look formed on his face and his eyes became glassy and slightly unfocused. Humming to herself Merci cleared the breakfast dishes and poured the last of the coffee down the sink.

'Perfect Merci, you have done well.' Cornase said approvingly as he materialised next to Dean. 'Good morning Dean, I am sorry using such tactics but time is of the essence.' The demon said his breath hot on Dean's frozen neck. 'Who am I Dean?'

'My Father and my Master Cornase,' Dean said his voice devoid of any emotion.

'And who is this?' Cornase indicated Merci sitting opposite Dean once again.

'Merci, the love of my life and mother of my baby,' Dean answered again in a toneless emotionless voice.

'Who is Sam Winchester?'

'My brother,' Dean said automatically.

Cornase hissed and struck Dean viciously sending him sprawling against the far wall, 'he is your enemy, he has kidnapped your child and wants to kill you and your family,' Cornase snapped appearing in front of Dean's prone form he waved his fingers and Dean floated upwards, hovering in front of Cornase as though he was a puppet on strings. 'The only way to get Isabelle back is by killing Sam Winchester.'

'Sam is my brother,' Dean forced out of his frozen lips, 'kill Sam...no can't...my brother.'

'No! He is your enemy,' Cornase said as he tightened an invisible hand around Dean's neck, 'you must kill Sam Winchester to get your baby back, you want your baby back don't you Dean?'

'Y-y-yes,' Dean stammered, 'can't ... kill ... my ... bro...'

'He is not your brother Dean, he stopped being your brother the moment he kidnapped Isabelle, he is a creature now, he is not your brother any longer.'

'Not my brother?' Dean choked out, fat tears forced their way down his face as he tried to keep breathing, 'Sam is my ... is not my brother.'

'That's right Dean, remember Sam changed when he started having visions, he's no longer human Dean, that is why he kidnapped your daughter he wants to sacrifice her.'

'Isabelle?'

'Yes Dean, that's it you have to rescue your baby daughter from Sam before it's too late.'

'I must kill Sam?'

'Yes Dean, kill Sam and free Isabelle.' Cornase smiled and dropped his prisoner from the invisible restraints watching coldly as Dean dropped lifelessly to the floor.

'Remember Merci, if he fails...you fail.' Cornase reminded the now silent wide-eyed woman, 'do – you – understand – me?'

'Yes, yes I do Master,' she acquiesced bowing her head, 'I am your servant Master.'

'It is good to hear,' Cornase laughed and stared down at Dean lying unconscious at his feet, 'ah yes this is going to be a very good day.'

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Sam sat drumming the steering wheel and watched the house intently, it seemed quiet enough, but that could mean anything but safety, when dealing with Cornase and Merci. The bitter memories of his imprisonment and treatment came flooding back, unconsciously his hand snaked up to his head and massaged the back of his neck, he remembered everything.

Sliding out of the car Sam stretched and chewed his lower lip fretting over what was happening to his big brother in that place.

'stand easy Sam,' Dean's smooth voice came from behind him, spinning around Sam with a big smile of relief faced his brother, 'Dean it's so good to ... Dean what's wrong?'

'Where's Isabelle?'

'She's safe, with Azuraus Dean, how did you get free?' Sam frowned noticing the dull look in Dean's eyes and the stiffness of his neck, 'what's wrong Dean?'

'Hands behind your back Sam, now!' Dean barked sliding his gun out from under his jacket aiming it directly at Sam's chest, point blank range.

'Dean what the fuck is going on?' Sam asked again his own anger rising.

'I won't tell you again, hands behind your back or I will kill you,' Dean threatened taking a half step closer, his gun hand steady with the muzzle of the gun touching Sam's chest, 'move Sam.'

Sam shook his head and decided to humour Dean for now, turning around he put his arms behind his back, he felt the vicious twist of his wrists immediately, flames shooting up his arms, 'what the fuck Dean?'

'Shut up,' Dean growled as he finished fastening the plastic ties around Sam's wrists, making them tighter than he should Dean watched with satisfaction as the thin strips of plastic cut into Sam's wrists, seeping blood over them.

'Dean come on dude enough is enough, what the fuck is going on?' Sam demanded turning around awkwardly; he glared down at his older brother.

'Shut the fuck up,' Dean yelled punching Sam cleanly on the mouth, splitting the tender flesh of his lips, 'one more word, and I swear it will be your last.'

Sam opened his mouth to snipe back angrily but the look in Dean's eyes silenced him, wide-eyed he took in his brother's stiff posture, the glint of malice in his eyes and the cold hard look on his face, 'who are you and where is my brother?' Sam asked finally breaking the awkward silence.

'I told you to fucking shut up,' Dean cried out, taking hold of Sam's arm with his free hand he viciously span Sam around and then delivered a bone-crunching kick to the backs of Sam's knees. A breath hissed from Sam as his knees gave way and he struck his head on the car as he collapsed.

Sliding the gun in behind his belt on the small of his back, Dean pulled a cloth from his jacket pocket and gagged Sam with it, 'get up,' he whispered in Sam's ear. Gripping Sam's arm, dean forced him to stand, both knees almost giving out on the lanky young man when he tried to put weight on them.

'In the car,' Dean ordered half-dragging, half-pulling Sam to the passenger side he bundled him into the car and slammed the door shut, running a hand over his face Dean stole a glance up at the bedroom window where Merci stood watching the scene unfold in front of the house. He waved and blew her a kiss before jumping in the car and revving the motor, revelling in feel of the car rumbling beneath him, and the power surging through him.

TBC