The clouds let loose a torrent of rain, drenching Dean Winchester but that was ok by him. The thunder covered the sound of his movements toward the house and drove the two men patrolling with weapons onto the porch.

"What a couple of pussies…Sam would hate hearing me say that…Sam, Sam, Sam…I'm comin' babe…"

The hunter decided this was going to be a no holds barred, take down operation where everyone involved in the kidnapping of Sam and the murder of Jamie wouldn't survive. All that bullshit about not killing humans meant nothing to him anymore. The world was fucked and he wasn't going to give evil people a pass. A monster was a monster.

Dean lovingly stroked the silencer on the Rugar, "You are all mine now, doll. Be good for daddy."

By good, he meant bad, bad, bad starting with the armed men patrolling the grounds. With the element of surprise, he dispatched them quickly. He entered the mansion, fully aware there were cameras watching his every move and he disabled them as he went along. Dean expected someone to come for him but he was ready.

…

"Sam, do you remember me?"

Kathy undid the straps holding him down, taking the chance he wouldn't attack her. He sat up quickly and she backed away. Fists clenched, he cast his hate filled gaze to the male standing by the doorway.

"Stop looking at me, boy. Take a shower, you're disgusting."

The young alpha stood up and faced guard, naked, bloody and bruised to show his captor he wasn't he was young and still unsure of himself, it was Dean who bolstered him up and clued his brother in on the effects Sam's physical gifts had on other males. At that moment it was Dean's voice in in his head.

"You're a fuckin' big dick alpha and don't be scared to show 'em what you got…not one male out there has anything on you…"

Sam sensed his brother somewhere near and he knew this would soon be over. All he wanted to do now was to vomit up the bit of precum Edgar got down his gullet, brush his teeth and then shower under the hottest water possible to cleanse the stink of pig off his body.

"Dean deserves me clean…"

Kathy touched Sam's arm and whispered, "I'll be back for you."

He looked down at her blankly and murmured, "My brother's here."

He turned, walked to the toilet, sunk to his knees and forced himself to throw up as the scientist and guard looked on. Once they left, Sam showered, scrubbing himself from head to toe with the hottest water he could stand.

He wrapped a towel around his waist then sat facing the door to wait for his mate.

…..

"Four down and…how many more to go? Fuck, where are you, Sam…I know you're here, I can feel you…"

That's when he heard the music coming from upstairs and knew it was a trap but it also a way to Sam, he felt it in his gut.

glieben glauchen globen

All right, I got Gunter something to say
Yeah, it's better to burn out
Yeah, then fade away
All right
Ow
Gonna start a fire
C'mon

Rise up, gather round
Rock this place to the ground
Burn it up, let's go for broke
Watch the night go up in smoke….

"Rock of Ages…not a bad choice…but all I care about is Sweet Child O' Mine…."

Dean ascended the overly grand, grand staircase that looked like something from Gone with the Wind and at the top he had a choice to go left or right, he went left and followed the music. At the end of a hall lined with portraits of long dead people, was a set of large, ornate wooden doors. Dean grabbed each handle and flung them open. There was Gerald Bauchman singing at the top of his lungs to the record playing on an old stereo. He crooked his finger at the omega, beckoning him to come and dance.

"Come here Dean, do a little strip for me. I heard you're really good at shaken' that ass among other things."

Those words threw Dean off for a moment and then just made him angrier than when he came in. A miscalculation on Gerald's part, he really didn't know who he was dealing with.

Dean kicked the record stand and the music stopped,

"I'm here for my brother," Dean aimed his gun at the man, "and I'm not fuckin' around."

Gerald stopped dancing and stood there with his hands on his hips and his maroon monogramed robe open "You won't shoot me, Dean. Not as long as I have your precious Sam. Now let me tell you my master plan."

"Nope, don't care." Dean went to the wall of monitors and scanned each screen trying to find Sam. He spotted his alpha in some sort of clear walled cell, naked just sitting there with his hands on his lap just waiting. It was hard to tell but his brother looked like he'd had the crap beat out of him.

Gerald kept on talking, "You see, Dean, I'm infected and the side effects are just wonderful. I need people who I believe will be enhanced from the infection instead of turning and I just know Sam is one of them." He raised his arms in the air dramatically and did a spin, "Just look at me, I'm enhanced!"

Dean waved the gun toward the door, "Move it, loony tunes." The omega winched as the man walked toward him with jiggling jewels on display.

"Gross! Close your robe, I don't need to see your enhancement."

Dean shoved him ahead and Gerald lead him down a hall to an honest to goodness elevator right there in the mansion. The hunter didn't have time to be impressed, Sam was waiting.

It took them past the first floor to the basement and when the doors opened, Dean found himself in a state-of-the-art facility.

Gerald could see the surprise on the hunter's face, "Its nothing like Landon Pharmaceuticals. It runs the length of the mansion and then some. It's quite small but efficient and best of all, private."

…

When the brothers laid eyes on each other, Dean ran to the door and swiped the card, releasing his brother from this twisted prison. No words needed to be said between them, not yet. The powerful love and longing for each other was always there like a balm for their souls.

Sam locked eyes with Gerald and the pure hatred in them startled the man. He'd been hated by untold numbers of people and he fed off it. This was something different altogether.

Dean turned and shot Gerald Bauchman straight through his shriveled, dark heart.

"Have fun in Hell, looney tunes."

Gerald had no fun in Hell at all.

…..

Kathy entered with caution, she spotted Bauchman's body on the floor and she kicked it as she walked past. The older brother pointed a gun at her but Sam told him she was ok. She held up one hand and approached, clutching Sam's school clothes to her chest then held them out as a peace offering. Dean looked as if he wanted to break her neck.

"Dean, I didn't want to be here and I didn't want to do this but he threatened my mother and daughter. I promise, I came back to help Sam but I'm glad you're here because I had no plan at all."

He could understand that, doing anything to save your family. "Ok, you get a pass."

Sam quickly dressed and left to examine all the dead bodies, there was one in particular he was looking for but didn't find Edgar anywhere. He couldn't tell his brother; the whole thing was so awful and too devastating to reveal. Sam didn't want him going off half cocked after the missing monster.

Kathy gathered her research and computer files because she hadn't given up on finding a cure for the supernatural virus.

As for Dean, he had the grim task of putting down the handful of innocent people held there. They'd all turned and there was no hope. He hated it but it needed to be done. He cheered himself up by ransacking the place and then setting everything on fire.

As they drove away, Sam looked back at the flames from the mansion licked the night sky.

Dean stopped halfway home at a ratty little motel so they could decompress, eat and sleep. He left a message for Bobby who wasn't answering, all was ok, Sam was safe and they'd be there tomorrow.

There was also the matter of Dean's heat he was smack dab in the middle of and how it was driving both of them crazy.

TBC