CHAPTER TEN

Dean stared out the door in total shock. What the heck was she doing? Better yet, how did she know? He shook his head, logic just not piecing together at the moment. "What the heck." He muttered and Sam looked to him.

"What?" he said and Sam shrugged, following his sister outside.

"Damnit Sam, this is not funny." He growled and walked after them, ready to chew their ears off when he came face to face with his father.

"Dad?"

The man grabbed him by the throat and squeezed the air from his lungs. He gasped, his face turning a bright red.

"Well, well Dean my boy, you really though you could kill us without us even knowing." Meg said, walking out from the darkness.

Sam and Alana were on the ground, clearly knocked out, blood seeping from head wounds.

"You so wanted to save your family, but you failed. Soon Sam and Alana will be mine and I might as well just kill you."

He growled, his hand tightly on his dad's, trying to remove the hand from his throat. "You just hate it that we're smarter and stronger than you are." He whispered.

"Oh please. You didn't even see us coming and now poor Sam is going to be mine."

"Over my dead body."

"I can arrange that Dean, you know I can, besides the master wants you dead."

"Screw you."

His father tightened his grip on his throat and threw Dean to the ground, roughly. Meg held him to the ground, rendering him helpless as she tore the flesh of his skin and watched it as the bright red blood pored from the ripping tears. He grimaced in pain, there was no way he was going to get away, there was no chance he could survive this torture…

Something from out of nowhere pushed Meg off her feet, landing her battered body yards away from Dean. He slowly breathed in air as his father lay lifeless on the ground. He looked about the yard and found nothing amiss yet as he tried to get to his feet, he felt as if someone was helping him up.

"Who's there?" he asked softly.

The air was still, no moon shone and the sky darkened, making the place look eerily quiet. He moved swiftly over to his sister and brother who had just come about, kneeling to examine the damage. Alana was bruised to the face, Sam had a bloody nose, but they would all survive.

"What happened?" he asked them as he brushed the long red strands of hair from his sister's face.

"They hit us from behind." Sam said, helping his sister to her feet as he rose. Dean kept a hand on her as she swayed a bit, clearly still sore from the attack.

"Is dad…" she stopped and looked to his body, her hazel eyes wide, "Is he dead?"

Dean shook his head, he was uncertain. There was no telling since he was just as confuse as they.

"Something stopped them in their tracks and now, I don't know."

Alana walked away from her brothers, she'd seen the light and what had happened, but refused to accept the fact that it had been Mary that had saved her sons. She wouldn't care less about her; she wasn't her daughter, why would she care about her?

"Alana?" Dean called out, "What's wrong?"

She shook her head, "It's nothing."

Sam came to her side, "You saw our mother didn't you? You're upset, I know it."

She turned to him, "She saved YOUR lives. I'm nothing to her!" she cried.

Sam embraced her, holding her shaking body. She was clearly shocked and afraid, but this was totally new to him. His brother didn't need comforting yet Alana wanted nothing but to be loved and part of the family.

"She saved us all Alana. You're our sister. It doesn't matter that she isn't your mother, she told me she would protect you because we're growing to love you."

She looked up to him with tear-filled eyes, "I love you two as well. If anything happened to either of you, I don't know what would come of me."

He hugged her as Dean smiled. Their little family had gained a member and she was ready to kick ass if harm came to any of them.