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Each of the hunters got their own motel rooms. Only a few of them shared a room, mostly to be more cost efficient. Dean and Booby shared a motel room, if not to keep each other sane.

They were going to make their move tomorrow on the White House. Dean was an equal part of excited and mortified. He had no idea what kind of shape Sam was in, and he had no idea how many lives were going to be lost in the process. But if he played his cards right, he was going to see his brother again, and make sure the kid got all the help mentally and physically that he needed.

Dean was at the table in his motel room nursing a scotch. Bobby made sure to monitor his drinking, but made sure he only had a little bit to calm his nerves. Even Bobby was taking big gulps out of his flask as well as drinking a good scotch.

Bobby was flipping threw channels when his phone went off.

"Singer here….WHAT HAPPENED?!"

Dean stopped what he was doing and looked at Bobby, who had hung up the phone, and quickly switch over to channel 3.

"Bobby what's up?"

"Get your ass over here, Sam is on the news, there was an attempted terrorist attack and Sam was involved! They are just now about to show footage."

Dean jumped from his chair and stood watching the t.v. The normal woman was on narrating the news.

"How the hell are we just hearing about this now damn it?!"

Dean was more than pissed that this hasn't reached his ears much earlier in the day, but he kept his attention firmly on the news story.

"…..President Dick Roman and his entourage were involved in a near fatal terrorist attack earlier today on route to the White House.Up to nearly ten men were involved, but three of them were attempting a kidnapping.We have a civilians cell phone footage of what happened."

The person was hiding behind some sort of car. The phone footage was shaky, but you could still make out what was going on, and who it was going on with.

Dean watched as three masked men ran up the limo, all holding guns.He saw he limo door be ripped open, and what made his stomach churn was seeing two of the masked men bodily pull his little brother out of said limo.His hair was a mess and there was blood everywhere, but it was Sam.

He watched intently trying to listen to what the men were saying to him, but the cell audio was horrible.All he could do was watch as the men were taking him to the back of a van.

"Was Sam kidnapped by terrorists?!"

Dean didn't know which was worse. His brother being taken by Leviathans, or him being taken by terrorists. At least terrorists were human and could be tracked. He was taking in every single detail about the black van, getting ready to hunt these men down.

"No Dean keep watching."

Dean watched as Dick Roman himself stepped out of the limo. It took a couple of minutes, but the three terrorists turned and faced the man. He watched as there seemed to be a conversation held between everyone.

It was as if a switch was switched as Dick moved towards the man. It was now obvious who had control here, and Dean watched as the first man's neck was snapped. That was a sound he was able to hear.

It didn't take long before the neck two men were dead. Dick threw Sam behind him onto the hard cement as if trying to protect him. The last few moments was Dick keeping Sam still on the ground, and what made Dean sick, was watching Roman straddle Sam's mid-section, and grab onto his face.

The camera died as Dean ran into the bathroom and just let himself throw up everything he ate and drank earlier. Watching Sam being touched by monsters, both human and not human, made him more pissed and determined than ever that this whole rescue attempt was a great idea. He couldn't fail, not now.

Dean pulled himself together and came back into the motel room, wiping a nearly white hand towel across his chin.

"You ok boy?"

"Pretty far from Ok. Did I miss anything else?"

Bobby shook his head. "Na. The press is hoping to get an interview with some of the people involved though. I'm sure their all at the hospital now though."

"That's even better Bobby! The hospital is way less secure than the White House! We can take out some guards, grab Sam, and take out Roman!"

Bobby ran a hand down his beard. "I don't know son. The hospital has the resident of the United States in it, the security is still going to be impossible, and there are innocents at the hospital. At least at the White House we know their all monsters."

Dean sat down on the second bed and ran his hands down his hands.

"You're right. Too many civilians could get killed."

"We'll stick with the White House ambush tomorrow. I seriously doubt Roman's going to let Sam stay in the hospital any longer than necessary. He knows Sam's a smart kid, and could easily escape from a hospital if given the opportunity."

Dean couldn't help but smile. It's true, both he and Sam have 'escaped' the hospital more times than he can remember.

One occasion both boys ended up in the hospital, but there were complications with C.P.S, and their dad wasn't allowed contact with them. Even worse? The brothers weren't allowed contact with each other.

Well that was unacceptable by 'Dean Winchester' standards.

Both boys had a guard outside their rooms, only letting medical personal in. Fortunetly for Dean, guards were only human.

Dean put his normal clothes on, and the second the guard fell asleep, he slipped by unnoticed. He was timing how often the nurses took his vitals, and by leaving right at that moment, gave him just enough time to get to Sam's room, and hopefully get him and Sam out of the damn hospital.

Dean got to his brother's room, and his guard was still awake. It was easy enough to cause a distraction that caught the guards attention, making him leave Sam's door. He quickly snuck in, quietly closed the door behind him, and turned to face his brother, but once he saw his brother, he could have murdered someone.

The kid had one wrist handcuffed to the hospital bed railing, and even though he was sleeping, he clearly saw tear track marks down his cheeks. Why the hell would they have to handcuff Sam? Sure the kid had hit a wicked growth spirt while turning fifteen, but even still as a teen he was a little shorter than Dean, and skinny as all. No way had handcuffs had to be necessary.

Making sure to deal with the guard later, he picked at the handcuff lock on Sam's wrist.

"'De…"

"Ssshhh Sammy I'm right here. I'll get you out kiddo."

Dean was rewarded with blue, green eyes meeting his, and a slightly dimpled smile.

"Dean…I tried to fight them to get to you, really I did."

"It's ok." The handcuff unlocked. "Let's get out of here. Can you walk?"

Sam nodded his head and Dean still helped him sit up. He hastily ran to the cabinet, grabbed Sam's clothes, and threw them at him.

"Get dressed, we don't have a lot of time."

Sam wasted no time in getting dressed.

The two boys snuck their way out of the hospital, and to a designated meeting point in the woods for just such an occasion. The two boys made a fire, and waited for their father. It took until morning for their father to escape custody, and the three men were gone.

Dean loved those memories. The memories of always finding Sam no matter what stood between them, and tomorrow will be no different.

~*SPN*~

Dean didn't know when he had fallen asleep, but next thing he knew he was being woken up by Bobby.

"Damn it Dean wake up! They're about to interview Sam."

That got Dean's attention. He bolted up and looked directly at the t.v which currenty had Sam's bruised face on it.

'Dick is actually letting him speak?' Dean knew the odds of Dick letting Sam speak to the press was impossible, so what did they expect him to say?

"Sir, what exactly happened during the kidnapping?"

Dean could tell Sam was nervous, and he hung onto every single word.

"We were on our way to the White House, when all of a sudden we were getting shot at. When the limo stopped, three terrorists tried to take me hostage."

"How exactly did you escape?" Asked another reporter.

Dean saw Sam cast his eyes down and swallow hard before looking at the camera again.

"My cousin saved me. It was an act of heroism, and this country should be….should be proud to have such a fine man serve…as their president."

"You two much be close as cousins."

Sam hesitated before speaking again.

"Yes…very. I don't know what I would do if he didn't find me."

The statement might have been lost to the news reporters, but not Dean, who was currently seeing red.

"This ends Bobby, this ends tomorrow."

*Oh man, Dean is determined!Now I want to aim for just one more chapter for this story.I really want to aim for it to come out this weekend!Thanks for reading!*