At the angry protest, Dean slowly stood up. He kept his hand braced against his chest, cupped to keep the three people he had in his grasp safe from any fall. Whatever anyone else said, they were his family and he wasn't about to put them down or let anyone else's hands on them. He was a coiled steel spring, ready to react to any possible threat to the people that were under his protection. Broken arm or not, Dean could be a deadly weapon once he found his target.

"Sam's my brother," Dean spat out in a low growl. The voice rumbled around Sam and the others from where they were, and Sam couldn't stop a flinch at the venom in it. "Flesh and blood. Last time I checked, that makes what you did kidnapping. Now, you listen close. If I ever find you bothering sprites or anyone their size again, you'll be answering to me." His fingers curled a little closer around the others.

Jacob didn't turn away from Bobby, so he saw the minute shifts in his expression as Dean spoke. Defiance shifted to anger, which shifted to fear, which shifted back into something as neutral as he could make it. Jacob had an arm pressed against Bobby's collarbone, and he could feel his pulse quicken.

He couldn't blame him. Jacob would probably be scared to have someone like Dean glaring down at him with that much intensity, too.

"Bobby, do you get it? They're people. It doesn't matter that we're bigger than them," Jacob said earnestly. He wanted his friend to just see. This was someone he'd spent countless hours with. If Bobby couldn't fix his way of thinking, he had become someone that Jacob simply couldn't reconcile with.

Bobby narrowed his eyes. "Being bigger matters to you right now, doesn't it?" He reached up to tap at Jacob's arm pinning him to the wall. "That's something the demon taught me. Everything is a power play and the sprites and that guy's runty brother got dealt pretty shit hands."

Jacob frowned. For a moment, he couldn't believe what he heard. But it was really Bobby; there was a remnant of his usual sense of entitlement there, magnified beyond belief. Jacob shifted his weight so he was no longer pinning Bobby to the wall, and the blond teenager smirked at him.

Bobby opened his mouth again, but before he could spew anymore of his self-righteous crap, he received a sucker punch under the chin. His head snapped back, hitting the wall, and he sank down to the floor in a complete daze.

Dean's glare was hard. After hearing the crap the kid was spewing about Sam and the others, he didn't want to let them anywhere near Bobby ever again. They were so light on his hand, even with three of them standing so close together. It was a harsh reminder of their vulnerability when someone got their hands on them.

Someone like Bobby.

The resolve to do what he could to help them out no matter what firmed up inside Dean. "That's less than you deserve," Dean said derisively to the crumpled teenager. On a whim, he lashed out with a boot, catching Bobby in his stomach and knocking him back against the wall all over again.

Bobby was like a ragdoll against Jacob and Dean's attacks. He might be big enough to bully Sam and Scar with ease, but he wasn't very big for a human. He grimaced like a gargoyle and fell onto his side, his arms clutched around his stomach after the harsh kick. If he had a snarky retort for them, he couldn't get around his pain to say it.

Jacob, still disappointed in his friend's change, stepped away from him before finally looking over to Dean's hand. Bowman peered over the edge, keeping a wary eye on Bobby.

"Hey guys," he greeted. "What do you say we get out of here? Bobby has nothing to stand on to cause you any more trouble."

Scar spoke up before anyone else could reply. "It's a grand idea. If someone could fetch Sam's sword, that human made him leave it on his desk. I'd like my knight to have his weapon back."

"Oh, we are definitely not leaving that behind." Dean didn't wait for anyone else to speak up after that. While Jacob stood watch over Bobby, Dean made a beeline for the hall they'd appeared from, retracing their path through the house. He didn't have to ask before Sam pointed the way up the stairs and directed Dean to the room.

Sunlight was innocently peeking through the windows in Bobby's room. The scowl deepened on Dean's face when he thought about the way his brother had been treated while at the house. Reduced to an object, a pet.

The tiny rapier glittered in the light. Dean was somehow surprised to find himself without an extra hand to grab it with. One was occupied with his brother and adopted family and the other was trussed up in a sling and wouldn't be able to reach the sword.

"Here," he said softly, holding his hand against the desk. "I'd grab it if I could, but…"

Sam hopped down, flashing a grin up at his older brother. "Don't worry, we won't hold it against you," he jabbed gamely up at Dean. "Though you have to tell us what happened and how you broke your arm."

Stepping up to his rapier, Sam knelt down. He carefully picked it up, running a hand down the flat of the blade. "It's good to have you back," he told his trusty weapon, turning to walk back to the waiting hand.

Bowman peered around the room with a frown on his face. He couldn't imagine how far the horrible treatment might have really gone. All he could see was the outward signs of Scar and Sam's injuries. Everything else about the place seemed completely foreign, but innocent of causing them any harm.

The memory of that cage sitting downstairs, looking as benign as ever on a desk, betrayed everything else. "Glad he didn't break it," he commented, looking over Sam's sword. His wings flickered, agitated that the possibility even existed.

"I'd be finding a way to kick the boy myself if he did," Scar grumbled. "Those swords have been Wellwood's since before I was knighted."

"Well, hey," Dean said as Sam stepped back onto his hand holding the sword carefully by his side. With both belts in use to bind Scar's wing, he didn't have anywhere else to put it. "If you feel like taking it out on him at all, I'm sure we can get Jacob to hold him in place. The little bastard's practically begging for it."

As the three on his hand settled again, Dean cupped them by his chest once more. He picked his way carefully out of the room, paying much closer attention to where he was walking than normal. None of them could afford him tripping himself up, Sam and Scar least of all. The steps going down was the hardest part. With three people the size of his finger on his hand, Dean was hyperaware of how they swayed with every step.

He was able to find his way back to Jacob without extra help from Sam, memorizing the layout of the house they'd been trapped in.

Jacob still loomed over Bobby, who lay curled up on the floor by the wall. He blinked up at Dean with cold blue eyes, trying to glare through the pain inflicted on him. He was not a fighter by any stretch of the imagination, so even two hits would leave him moping like that for a while.

Scar crouched to keep his balance on Dean's hand and peered over the edge down at the pathetic human. "Lucky for you, you're not worth any more of our time," he called down. "But, remember what Dean said, boy, and remember this: my name is Scar Wolfblind, and I didn't get my name from my father. I don't have a problem repeating myself on a pup like you."

Bowman smirked while Bobby frowned, slowly understanding what Scar meant. Those blue eyes flickered between the two other humans standing over him, and he chose not to make any moves that might inspire more kicks.

"He knows he lost," Jacob said quietly, finally pulling his gaze from his former best friend. He nodded towards the door. "Let's get everyone back home."

Dean stepped back from Bobby in case the teen tried to make any moves when Jacob stopped guarding him. "We need to get these guys somewhere safe," he agreed. "Somewhere we can regroup and make sure no one's hurt too bad." A thumb shifted and unconsciously rubbed against Sam's side, seeking reassurance that he was okay again.

Sam managed to keep from jumping in surprise. He was still twitchy after the time spent in Bobby's hands, and couldn't stop himself from thinking he was about to get jabbed in the chest.

No. He was in Dean's hand now. That wasn't ever going to happen.

All of the positive thinking in the world couldn't stop his instincts from expecting it.

To keep anyone else from noticing his jumpy behavior, Sam put a hand on Dean's thumb and shoved it away. Or at least tried to. It had no give at first, until Dean noticed what Sam was attempting and went along with it.

Dean lead the way to the door and discovered again he didn't have an extra hand to use to open it. He stood to the side to let Jacob by. "So, what did you mean by Wolfblind?" he asked Scar curiously. "How did you get the name?"

Jacob opened the door and led the way back out, scanning the neighborhood for anyone trying to catch a glimpse of them. Thankfully, it seemed almost everyone was gone for work. Even so, both sprites in Dean's hand became tense and drew their wings as close to their backs as they could, wary of the many boxy shapes around them.

"Well, I fought for it," Scar answered, letting himself smirk proudly. He eyed up the Impala as they approached, his first good look at a car. The metal gleamed and he had to squint at it.

"Everyone in Wellwood knows the story," Bowman added while Scar was temporarily distracted. "It's not common for someone to earn a new name and a title among the nobility for the same deed."

"Yes, well, stabbing a wolf's eyes blind isn't exactly easy," Scar admitted, though his proud tone remained.

"It would definitely give me trouble," Sam grinned as he joined in. A wolf wouldn't even be in the realm of reason for Sam to go for the eyes. His position on the ground had him handicapped in that field. There were no escapes down there, though he'd learned every one of Scar's lessons and threw himself into any time the village was invaded by any animals.

Dean halted when he reached the Impala, hating the fact that he couldn't do much for himself so long as his arm was broken. He'd be useless on any cases until it healed.

At least he'd done his job and got Sam and Scar back here. If Bobby had gotten away with this, he almost shuddered to imagine what else they'd go through, if they were in such bad shape after only a single day.

"Hell, a wolf could give me a run for my money," Dean said, filled with awe at the thought of taking on a wolf while standing the size of a finger. "I couldn't imagine taking on a wolf the size of a friggin' house."

After Jacob opened the door for Dean, they were soon settling themselves in the huge black car.

Scar glanced around, taking in everything he could. This time, they wouldn't be trapped in a box for the entire trip. "I never imagined it myself, to be honest," he admitted absently.

He was pleased to hear the praise from another accomplished fighter, but he tried not to let it go to his head. Scar's fight against the wolf had been the talk of the village for months, but Cerul had coached him many times to stay humble about it. Scar understood the value of those words, but at the same time his shoulders squared proudly.

He grinned and sat himself down on Dean's hand, relaxing at last. They were free from the enemy. "Some fights can't be imagined until they're right in front of you, but you'll never catch me backing down." If there was one thing Scar valued more than anything, it was the knowledge that he didn't have to let fear control him, no matter the odds. He tried to impart that lesson upon all of his knights.

Sam followed suit, sitting down and leaning back against Dean's chest. The flannel shirt behind them was warm and welcoming and swayed in time with the hunter's breathing. It took some of the tension from his shoulders, and he lay his sword across his lap. He couldn't help but run a thumb against the flat of the blade distractedly. After Bobby made him put it down on the desk Sam had feared he'd never see it again.

Even Dean could feel the adrenaline starting to leech from his muscles. The fear that had leapt up in him at the sight of Scar's wing injury and the realization that they'd been taken from the forest had filled him completely. With everyone safe and sound and in his hand, a reassuring weight, he could rest. He did his best to ignore the low-level throb of pain that came from his broken arm. It had washed away with the adrenaline and now was making itself known.

"All that matters is you face the fight on your own terms," Dean murmured. His voice carried enough for everyone to hear him and hopefully didn't deafen them.

Scar nodded sagely in agreement, and then flinched when the Impala roared to life with a motion from Jacob. The whole thing lurched with them inside, and it finally began to really sink in that they were leaving that place behind. Scar closed his eyes and sighed, thanking the Spirit twice over that Sam had gotten out of everything okay. He got out of there and back to Dean.

In the end, it mattered more to him that Sam and his brother were reunited. It had been a goal for Scar, set over ten years ago, to find the man that now held them protectively near his chest. Scar may have failed back then, but things had worked out in Sam's favor after all.

The boy with no wings had finally found his brother.

A/N:

Finally back together and away from Bobby!

Next: April 26th, 2020 at 9pm EST.

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