Hello my lovely readers.

So I completely wanted to post this yesterday, but I got so busy I didn't get a chance to. Then when I looked it over I really didn't like the way it was flowing. So I started working on it. After much reworking, and a little of complete rewriting, I'm still not completely happy with it. Well the first part I'm not happy with, but it works. The second part I love. So I'm going to post it before I completely mess it up.

Enough of that, on with the story. I think it's time for some completely awesome big brother Dean. What do you think?

Dean pulled up behind his father's truck. John was sitting on his tailgate, studying a map. Watching him a moment, Dean wandered if he'd done the right thing. John was the best hunter Dean knew, but he hunted the supernatural. These guys were defiantly human. Sighing Dean got out, and walked over.

"Please tell me you found something."

John sighed, looking up. "A whole lot of nothing. Have you heard from anyone else?"

"Bobby's done, but said he's going to go over it one more time. He said about the same thing." Dean jumped up on the tailgate. "At least I had a couple abandon cabins to search."

"Maybe I was wrong." John said looking back at the map.

Dean couldn't help but laugh. "I seriously have never heard you say those words, at least not in one sentence."

"It does happen." John glanced at his oldest son. "More often then I care to admit to."

"In this I don't think you're wrong." Dean said. "I'm afraid that their not around here. I mean it's awful close to Bobby's. If they were smart they would have gotten as far away as possible."

"But, if we can find where they have been, we might be able to figure out where they are." John pointed out.

"Tell me again why you think their around here." Dean said.

"I found a lot of police reports, in this area, on missing people. Most were prostitutes, but there were a few teenagers. The cops ignored the prostitutes, and put the teenagers off as runaways." John pulled out his map. "The red dots are were each person was last found. The three black marks is were bodies were found."

"Okay so three bodies were found around here. What else?"

"Eight campers were taken from a campground, not far from where we are. Their bodies were never found, but they did find one of their cars here." John pointed to a blue mark. "There was also one eye witness. Again the police didn't do much because he was a drunk. But I read his eyewitness report. He said he saw four men attack a young boy and drag him into a van."

"Sam mentioned a van." Dean said. "According to this, a guy confessed to killing the campers."

"Also according to these." John pulled out some more papers. "He was completely insane. After admitting to killing the campers, he went on to admit to ten other killings. He also admitted to burning down the White House, shooting three different Presidents, but my personal favorite is he has tea with Bigfoot every other Thursday."

Dean flipped through the papers and groaned. "They let this stick?"

"Everyone just wanted it to go away. They wanted to feel safe again. Who cares that there was no way one guy would have been able to take on eight people. Two of whom were firefighters."

"So you think that the same sickos that did all of this now have Sam."

John sighed. "I checked out the hospital Sam was dropped at. He wasn't the first one. Three other young boys were dumped there. Two died hours after. One hung on for a few days, but didn't make it."

Before Dean could respond his phone rang. Pulling it out he answered. "Please tell me you found something."

"I'm not sure." Bobby answered. "Rufus just called. He saw some smoke in the distance. It wasn't in his search area but he decided to check it out anyway."

A way to familiar feeling hit Dean's stomach. "How far out of his search area?"

"A few miles. I told him to wait for me just in case."

Dean jumped off the truck. "I'm on my way Bobby." Dean headed toward his car, as he hung up.

"Dean, what is it?" John asked, jumping off the truck.

Dean spun around, facing his father. "Call everyone, have them get were Rufus was searching." Dean said nothing else, as he got in started the car, and speed off.

The Impala coasted to a stop, and Dean put it in park. He could just see the outline of the cabin a few feet in front of him. As quietly as he could, Dean got out of the Impala. If he made any noise, it didn't matter. He was the main target. Dean wanted them to see, or hear him. That way, they wouldn't see, or hear the other men now surrounding the cabin. Every one of those men had fought him on this plan. But Dean had not backed down. He would be the first one through the door, period.

Making his way to the cabin, Dean listened for any sound. Stepping onto the porch, Dean instantly moved next to a window. Taking a deep breath, he bent down and glanced in. Scanning the room the young hunter took note of the knife on the nearby table. A gun laid on the floor, it looked like it might be broken. An older man stepped into his sight and Dean ducked down slightly.

The man yelled. "Where the hell did you put it?"

"In the kitchen." Was the reply.

Dean knew there should be at least four men. But he also knew there could be more. When Dean risked looking back through the window, he saw the man coming out of the kitchen something in his hand. When he turned slightly, Dean saw it was a needle. 'Oh hell no.' Dean thought, and moved to the door. Straightening he took a deep breath before kicking the door open.

"What the hell." The man pulled out a gun. Before he could aim, Dean fired. The man screamed as he dropped the gun, and grabbed his now bleeding hand. "Max, get the hell out here!"

The next man got two steps from a door, before Dean fired. He also screamed, grabbing his now bleeding shoulder.

"Where's my brother?" Dean asked, as he aimed the gun back on the first man.

"Go to hell."

Dean slowly smiled. "How about, I'll meet you there."

"Strong words from one man." Dean heard from behind him. "Well I'll be damn. I'd recognize that ass anywhere. Nice of you to join us Dean. Now, how about you lay that gun down, and I might think about letting you see Sammy."

"Don't call him that." Dean spat out.

"Lay the gun down Dean. Or, the next shoot you will hear, is one through Sammy's head." Dean slowly turned and faced the man talking. He instantly recognized him, from what seemed like ages ago, this must be Bruce. Bruce was facing Dean but his hand was pointing into a room. Dean could just see a gun. "I will not tell you again Dean. Put the gun down."

Dean flipped his gun, and slowly laid it on the floor kicking it slightly. When he stood he smiled. "I don't need a gun to take care of you." None of them saw Dean's hand move slightly. No one but a certain Marine. A gun shot echoed through the air. Bruce screamed, dropping to the ground, blood gushing from his leg. Dean didn't hesitate as he ran passed the now bleeding men, into the room. He had to pause a moment to let his eyes focus in the dim light. When they landed on something in the corner, Dean's heart stopped.

"Sammy." Running over, Dean dropped next to Sam. Pulling his coat off, Dean laid it carefully over his baby brother. "BOBBY!"

Dean heard running, then men yelling.

"Bobby!"

"I'm here son." Bobby said, as he came over taking his coat off to add to Dean's. The gruff hunter had thought he'd seen it all, but he knew this would give him nightmares for years to come. "We need to get him to the hospital."

"Dear lord." Bobby turned, to see John Winchester standing in the doorway. The hunter looked as though he would collapse any second.

"We need blankets." When John didn't move, Bobby said. "John your son needs blankets now." John nodded as he backed out of the room.

Sam moaned slightly, and Dean leaned close. "I'm here Sammy."

"D'n"

Dean smiled. "Yeah little brother I'm here."

"N'tie."

"She's safe, Sam."

Sam's eyes opened some. Dean saw they were dilated, way more than they should be. Trying to sit up Sam groaned.

"Take it easy Sam."

"N'tie."

"I told you she's safe."

Sam locked his eyes with Dean. "Take her, hurt her." Those four words took too much out of Sam, and he passed out.

Dean looked down at his brother. He could feel a week heartbeat, and knew he was just unconscious.

"What did he mean?" Bobby asked.

"I have no…" Dean's eyes widened. "Bobby, was there anymore?"

"None that I saw." John came in with his arms full of blankets. "John was there anyone else besides those three out there?"

John shook his head, as he spread a blanket over his youngest son. "Pastor Jim and Travis searched the cabin. Caleb and Martin searched the car and surrounding area. There's just the three."

"Shit." Dean cursed. "Sam said there were four of them. Natalie said there were four." Dean thought a moment, before gently moving Sam to Bobby. "Take care of him Bobby."

"I will son."

Dean nodded, touching Sam's cheek one time, before jumping up, and running out of the cabin. John followed him stopping at the door. The man watched as his son ran to the Impala, jumped in and speed away.

"Where the hell is he going?" John yelled. "We need to get Sam to the hospital."

"And we will." Bobby said stepping to the doorway. "Come help me get Sam into your truck."

"Dean should be here." John fumed.

Bobby glared at John. "Listen to me Winchester. Sam is safe. I've got him, Dean knows that. But, there is one of these monsters missing. Which means Natalie might be in danger. Trust me, Dean is right were Sam wants him to be. Pastor, come help me."

Pastor Jim rushed in, pausing a moment. "Dear lord." He then shook himself, and went to help Bobby.

Bobby and Jim got Sam out of the house, as carefully as they could. He didn't wake up again, but he did moan and groan in pain. When Bobby turned to get in the truck, John stood behind him.

"Take care of our boy, Bobby." John said, holding out his hand. "I'll take care of things here."

Taking the offered hand Bobby nodded, then jumped in the truck and speed off.