So last night's episode said that the children (at least from this generation) are all twenty three. I know Seeth isn't twenty three but that's the beauty of fanfiction we can make things up.

(Jason's house)

"What's up Jason?" Nick asked when he walked into the recovery room. The man had just spent six hours repairing Dean's body from the damage that had been done by Gordon, damn bastard. Jason had just called him in to tell him if the kid would live or not.

"A lot. Gordon really fucked him up. The hand is obviously smashed, the bones were splintered and the nerves shot, he may or may not regain feeling in that hand. A few ribs were cracked; those should mend up real quick. One rib did manage to stab his right lung. He is going to need help breathing for quite some time until that lung can function on its own. Dean's nose was broken and there was massive internal bleeding, I managed to get most of it stopped."

"Most of it?" Nick asked, almost throwing up when Jason pulled the blanket covering Dean down to his waist. His whole upper torso, what he could see because of the bandage wrapped around his ribs, was a myriad of colors ranging from black, to purple, to blue. There were needles poking out everywhere that led to IV tubes which where hooked to beeping mechanical life supporters. The kid's face looked no better cleaned up. More bruises, cuts, the nose was also bandaged and one cheek was swollen along with one eye.

"I told you Gordon really did a job on him. That collar you put on him almost killed him. His heart has stopped numerous times since the massive electrocution and there are half inch deep fingernail marks where the kid dug in during muscle contractions. There are also two considerably sized holes in his neck from the prongs of the collar and those will most likely get infected no matter how clean we keep them. Dean also experienced a middle concussion and right now he is in a coma. I give him a twenty percent chance to live."

"Damn it!" Nick shouted as he slammed his fist down on one of the medical carts.

Jason jumped slightly at the loud shout and the clang of metal tools jumping when Nick Colbert smashed his hand down. He understood the man was upset but this was a little overboard. Not that he could truly blame him.

"Anything else?" Nick asked, much calmer after his quick outburst.

"No," Jason replied, extremely grateful he had no more bad news. He didn't want to know what would happen if he did.

"Good, keep me updated." With that Nick left the room, time to make a phone call.

(A motel in southern Maine)

Sam was sitting on one of the hotel's dusty beds eating a fried hamburger and staring at the dinging, water stained walls. He had been this way for about two minutes, not really too interested in eating, even though he was starving. For some reason the pattern of the peeling, time faded wallpaper seemed much more appealing. If you looked closely the pale water marks made cute little puppies. Okay, he was crossing over that fine line, time to find something else to think about, besides puppies or Dean. No Dean, not for the rest of the day, he needed to sleep, get food, get his brain back on track.

Looking over at Seeth Sam saw he had already inhaled two Big Macs and was currently working on his fries. How did that kid stay skinny? He had often wondered the same thing about Dean and himself, must be in the genes. The two of them were constantly eating fast food, Sam couldn't remember the last time he had a salad, probably during college. Jessica loved salads, loved all that health food. Sam used to make fun of her for it; he couldn't eat tofu or salads that often, he would tell her he was a man and needed meat, man food.

'Stop Sam!' he yelled at himself. Jessica was an off limit topic right now too.

"What?"

Not realizing he had been staring at Seeth while he was reminiscing Sam shook his head to clear all the bad thoughts and focused back on Seeth's face. He realized just how little he knew about the man sitting across from him and decided it was time for a little brother bonding. When Dean got back there wouldn't be any of that, no chick flick moments.

"So you're what, eighteen, nineteen years old?" Sam asked, immediately mentally slapping himself upside the head. 'Perfect conversation starter Sam, real original,' he thought to himself.

"Eighteen, why?" Seeth replied a little hesitantly. He even put down the fry dripping with ketchup down. 'What was Sam trying to do?' he asked himself.

"Just thought we should get to know each other better," Sam said. It didn't take someone particularly observant to realize this conversation was already a dud.

"Oh," Seeth said, a little taken aback. He didn't remember anybody ever wanting to get to know him. "How old are you?" he asked, not sure if it was his turn to ask a question or not.

"Twenty three," Sam said pleasantly, taking a bite of his cheeseburger. He hadn't really expected any more out of Seeth but was happy the kid had responded with a question. "Dean's twenty seven."

"So your mom, she was killed in a fire like mine, or ours, your real mom?" Seeth had thought he had overheard Nick and Gordon talking about how Mary Winchester had died.

"Yeah," Sam answered. He left the confusion about what exactly to call their biological mom open. There were still doubts in his mind as to what to call the woman. While Mary Winchester had always been his mom, he really hadn't known her, hell he was just six months old when she died. He couldn't remember anything and had never felt as strong about this crusade to find her killer as Dean had or John.

"Did you guys kill it yet?" The last time he had heard his dad mention the demon was when he was twelve. It wasn't that he cared whether the demon was dead or not, but if his instincts told him anything he sensed Sam was trying to bond with him. So if these questions kept Sam from asking about him personally Seeth was willing to play along.

"No, my…, John died making a deal with it about eight months ago to save Dean's life after the demon attacked him and a semi being driven by the son of a bitch crashed into us," there Sam went, thinking about Dean again. It was time to get the questions off himself and more importantly off anything that might bring up his older brother. "Did you live in that house your whole life?" Another random, stupid question but it took the pressure away from him.

Seeth stopped mid-fry again, slightly annoyed the conversation had turned back to him. "Yeah, what about you, where do you live?" Sam's turn.

"I don't have a home, minus the Impala. I lived in Lawrence, Kansas as a baby until I was about a year old and ever since then I've lived in countless hotels just like this one with my dad, John, and Dean." Sam paused; he couldn't think of any questions to ask other than what is your favorite color and do you prefer cats or dogs. He wasn't that desperate. "So we don't have any other brothers that I don't know about do we?" It was his attempt at a joke, a weak one, but he at least tried.

Seeth looked at Sam, not sure if he was trying to be funny or serious. A weak smile on Sam's face led Seeth to believe he was trying to lighten the mood, pathetic. "No," he answered with an annoyed hint in his voice. He got up to throw his trash away. The McDonalds was settling heavy on his stomach and he could feel the grease sloshing around in his gut. "So you and Dean didn't know that you guys were adopted?" Time to switch back to Sam.

"I did, I found out four months ago when I saw the adoption papers in my dad's safe. Dean didn't know though, I never told him. I learned about the contracts right after our dad died, I didn't think it was the right time to tell him. Dean took our dad's death pretty hard." God, there he went thinking and talking about Dean again. Seeth's turn, Sam was catching on to the younger man's game. "Did you know that you had two brothers? Do you know why we were adopted out?"

Sam had caught on to what he was trying to do, keep the attention away from himself. He could tell by the slight, ah hah smile on Sam's face and the ever more personal questions he was asking. "No, not until you guys were already at the house. And no I don't know the details about why you were adopted out." Seeth let a grin grace his face, he asked his question, "So we've done all this bonding and I still don't know you're favorite color."

Not being able to help himself Sam let out a laugh, they were brothers after all. "It's blue, Dean's is green." The kid had one up on him, Sam would admit that. At least now he knew Seeth could hold himself in a battle of words and phrases against Dean.

"Well, now that I feel so much closer to you I am going to be able to sleep much better." Not bothering to say good night Seeth crawled under the covers. He didn't have a toothbrush but he would rather wait until the morning to go steal one rather than ask Sam for one, they hadn't bonded that well.

"We have an extra toothbrush if you want, it's never been open. You can have it. There's some shampoo and soap in that bag right there if you would like," Sam said, pointing to an army green duffel bag lying on the floor at the foot of his bed.

Seeth eyed it from his position, muttered an okay and turned so his back was facing Sam. With that he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Sam watched Seeth roll over and figured he wouldn't press the issue, he knew he was lucky to get this much out of the kid. Turning off the light he tiptoed quietly to the bathroom, washed his face, brushed his teeth and then walked back to his bed. Seeth had automatically grabbed the one closest to the door, Sam believed it was probably natural for him to put himself in a position where he could bolt if needed. Not even in his worse nightmares could Sam imagine what Seeth had gone through. It was also duly noted that Seeth had slept fully clothed; it was going to take a while to build up some trust. Sam on the other hand was use to sleeping in close proximity to another guy, for most of his life it had been two other men. He stripped down to his boxers, took five sleeping pills as opposed to the recommended two and tried to get some shut eye. He needed to if he wanted to help Dean.

(The Next Morning)

The room was dark, thankfully. He felt like he had a hangover, it had probably not been his best idea to take three extra sleeping pills. Groaning loudly he sat up slowly and grabbed his forehead when a sharp pain shot through his head.

"Terrific," Sam mumbled to himself. How was he going to help Dean if he couldn't even move. Getting up slowly he walked towards the bathroom. Not even trying to turn on the light Sam splashed some water on his face and looked up in the mirror. His face was haggard, worn, tired. Too much strain, too much stress and worry.

Feeling a little better Sam plodded back into the main room. It was then he noticed that all he had on were boxers. Living in close quarters his whole life with two other people had allowed him to become more than comfortable with walking around half naked. But this wasn't Dean or John this was Seeth. He found his jeans lying on the floor and slipped them on.

That was when he looked over towards Seeth's bed. It was empty. Sam hadn't heard the door open or anything. Then again, he had taken five sleeping pills for a reason. He ran outside and looked to where he had parked the Impala. It was gone.

"Shit!"

He went back inside and saw that the keys were gone from where he had left them the other night. Just as he was about to go ask the manager if he had seen anything he heard a low buzzing sound coming behind him. His cell phone was vibrating on the dresser.

Sam's heart stopped. He knew who it was without answering or looking at the caller id. As much as he had hoped for this phone call, part of him wished it had never come. It could be bad news or good news on the other end. Either way he wasn't just going to get Dean back. Nick was going to ask for something, that much was sure.

The phone stopped vibrating. A second later Renegade was blaring out of another cell phone that was next to Sam's on the dresser. That one was Dean's. Taking a deep breath Sam walked over and answered.

"I was worried there for a second Sammy boy. But I'm glad you decided to pick up. You know they have a list you can put your phone number on so you won't have to worry about telemarketers calling. Then again, you never want to answer the phone to an unknown number. It could be someone trying to cause trouble."

Gripping phone so hard his knuckles were turning white Sam fought to stay in control of his emotions. "I want to speak with Dean." At least he didn't shout.

"That's a reasonable request. However, I can't meet it. You see Gordon got kind of carried away and Dean pissed him off. For the moment your brother is in a coma."

"What the hell does that mean?" Sam asked, this time is voice was raised ever so slightly. He was staring at the wall where he had seen the puppy made of water stains. Today all he saw was sickening yellowed wallpaper that was peeling.

"Massive internal bleeding, extensive burns, paralyzed hand, cracked ribs, collapsed right lung, broken nose, oh, and his heart is skipping beats. Apparently electrocution will do that to you. Who knew?"

"Go to hell," Sam said into the phone. His heart might as well been skipping beats with how fast it was going.

"I've got a one way ticket. But for now, let's talk Dean. I've got a doctor, as I'm sure Seeth as already told you. Jason doesn't think Dean will make him, gives the guy a twenty percent chance to live. But, there is a way to save him. You know that Sam."

He heard Nick pause on the other end. Seeth, Seeth could help Dean.

"Bring Seeth to me and I will not only let Dean live but I'll give him too you. All I want is Seeth."

Sam couldn't help but laugh, Nick must think he's stupid. "You're lying."

"I could be but you really don't have a choice. There's a one out of five chance Dean will live, I'm sure in your line of work he's already used up the other four. There's an old abandoned warehouse outside Friendly, Maine. It's five miles past the town's limit. Turn onto Greenwich road and go to the end. The building will be there. You bring Seeth and you can have Dean."

The line went dead. Sam held it to his ear a little while longer before throwing it against the wall where the dog's face had been. It landed on the ground in tiny pieces. "Agggghhhhh," Sam cried out. How the hell was he going to do this. There was no way Sam could get his brother out of this alive. He didn't even know how he could get himself out of that warehouse once he was in. It was a big trap. But he had to go, he had to find Seeth. Dean was dead without Seeth. Nick had left him without any choice.

Just as he went to grab his duffle bag to start loading things Sam heard the door open behind him. Reaching into the bag he whipped an old pistol out and spun around towards the hotel door. It was Seeth.

Seeth froze when he turned around from shutting the door and came face to face with a gun. He looked down the barrel and saw Sam on the other end. There was something in his eyes, not unlike what he had seen the other day at the cabin. "It's just me."

Sam kept the gun steady for a second longer before dropping it and turning back to his bag. "Where did you go?"

"To get breakfast. Sorry, I took the Impala, the nearest place was fifteen minutes down the road. Here," Seeth said, placing a bag of food down on Sam's bed. That was when he noticed Sam was packing.

"No time, we're leaving. Now."

Okay, so I hope this chapter makes up for not updating the last one sooner. Chapter 19 was another hard one to write. This one was much better. Hope you guys like it. Loving the reviews, please keep them coming.

And oh, what the hell happened Thursday night. I'm not too worried about Sam, I don't think he's dead, pretty sure he isn't. But he has demon blood, his mom knew the demon. And there's different generations of special children? Others had shown up? Ahhhhhhhh! I can't wait for next Thursday. I think the unexpected help is from John. I know he is making an appearance. And you know the worst part, I work Thursday nights so I have to wait until they put the episode up online. Life sucks.

VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION? Does anyone know when we find out if there is going to be a third season?