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Sam was struggling to stay conscious. The only thing that was keeping him fighting to stay awake was the thought that Dean and Dean's dad would come after him, find him, and save him. Then he remembered. Dean's dad was his dad. He had been conscious when the demon possessed him and had heard what was said.

"I can't believe I'm saying this," Amy sighed as she snapped the bone in Sam's index finger, "but I'm getting bored. That was my last finger."

"Rip off his finger nails." Eric suggested.

"Oh! Good idea."

He wanted to believe it was true, believe he had a family outside of Mr. Bates and Pastor Jim. A real family, even if it was messed up. It was a nice thought. But he didn't know if he could really trust what the demon was saying. He still couldn't figure out why the demons wanted him. His vision was becoming spotted and he didn't know how much more blood he could lose or how many more bones could be broken before he passed out.

A sharp slap to the face stopped his pondering.

"Stay awake, daddy is almost here." Amy said in a sing-song voice.

The door burst open, "Daddy is here."

Bobby stood in the doorway his eye's ablaze with concern and rage. He couldn't look at Sam's broken body, instead he focused on his part in the plan.

The demons turned to glare at Bobby, and in a moment of distraction John broke through the back door of the small home and grabbed Sam, chair and all. The demons split, two following John and one going after Bobby. The devils traps had already been set on the front and back porch and the rest was simple. Quick little exorcism and they were rid of the three demons.

"What now?" Dean asked looking at the two bodies on the back porch.

Bobby ran through the house back to the Winchesters. He fell to his knees, tears springing to his eyes, and immediately started untying Sam. There was nothing Bobby wanted to do more than bring his son into a tight hug, but he couldn't risk causing the boy any more pain.

"You get these people to the hospital." John ordered nodded to the bodies.

"But -"

"Dean. Now."

Dean's gaze rested upon Sam, bloody, bruised, and wavering between the land of consciousness and unconsciousness. There was no way he wanted to leave the boy's, his brother's, side.

John also turned his attention to Sam and Bobby.

"Leave the restraints on Bobby."

"Like hell!" Bobby spat at John, "I did my part, I worked with ya Johnny. Now leave me and my boy alone."

John pulled the colt out of the back band of his pants and aimed it at Bobby, "I said leave the restrains on, Bobby."

"You're saving those bullets."

"I've got three. I only need one for that yellow-eyed monster." John readied the gun, "don't test me. We follow the plan."

"No. You are not using my boy as bait."

John was silent for a moment considering his options. Then he turned the gun on Sam.

"He doesn't have to be live bait."

"Dad! What are you doing?! What is going on here." Dean's mind was racing.

"I've waited too long to find the demon that killed Mary. Now he's coming here tonight and I'm not missing my opportunity. I don't want anyone to get hurt," John was fighting back tears, his raw emotion threatening to expose itself even more, "but I will if you don't help me. Now tie him back up and get him back in the house."

"Just put the gun away." Bobby coaxed, "put the gun away and I'll help you."

Every fiber of Bobby's being wanted to hold his son in his arms, run to the car, and drive as far away as possible from all the crazy. But he had lived too long with a lost son and he wasn't about to lose him again. Using the boy as bait was risky, but an emotion John with a gun was more a pressing threat. John lowered the gun as Bobby retied the restraints around Sam's wrists and ankles.

"Dad?" Dean said, checking his father's mental and emotional status. "You good?"

"I thought I told you to get those people to the hospital."

"Are you sure -"

"Go."

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The house was silent except for Sam's jagged breathing. Bobby had agreed to the restrains but refused to put the gag back in when Sam was having a hard enough time breathing without it. During the entire process of preparing for the demon Sam had stayed in limbo, not quite sure of what was going on around him. The devil's traps had been removed from the front and back porch and a new one had be drawn under the rug Sam's chair sat on.

John and Bobby stood in the back corner of the room, out of view. They had only been standing a few minutes but it seemed like hours. Finally, they perked up when footsteps were heard on the front porch. The door creaked open and a man in a janitorial uniform stepped through the threshold. As he stepped into the dimly lit room his eyes flashed yellow.

"My, my, my. What a nice little present." the Yellow-Eyed man exclaimed. "And it's not even my birthday, so what's with the surprise party? John, Bobby? Come on down! You're the next contestants on the price is right!"

The two hunters reluctantly stepped out of the shadows.

"You didn't honestly think I didn't know where you were? Waiting for me to come claim my little boy."

"Don't you dare-" Bobby was cut off as the Yellow-Eyed man threw him across the room. The demon took another step towards Sam.

"Kids. You blink and they're all grown up." The demon yanked Sam's head back from it's drooping state. He clicked his tongue in disappointment. "I told the kids to play nice with little Sammy. Ahh but when do they ever listen?"

John stood, every muscle tense. He reached for the colt.

"Johnny? What are you doing?" The demon made a flick of his wrist and was surprised when John didn't go flying.

"Devil's trap." John said, the corner of his lip turning up in a smile.

"Clever, very clever. But if you kill me you'll never know the truth about what happened to - " a flicker of gold energy flowed through the Yellow-Eyed demon as he dropped to the ground. Dead.

Bobby stood, rubbing his head. "Well...that was anticlimactic. He didn't even get to finish his monologue."

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