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Dean made a swift move and brought the machete flying towards the leviathan's meaty neck. He ducked and rolled as the blade barely missed him. Dean readied himself and went to make another strike, when the leviathan was kicked out his leg in an attempt to trip him. Dean barely missed the side sweep, and made another attempt to strike with the blade. The leviathan got on his feet quickly, and was able to get a punch on Dean, which knocked him down on the ground hard. He swore he heard a muffled yell, and his senses were correct as he looked over at where he heard the too familiar sound. The door to the bullet proof car was wide open, and he saw his brother for the second time that day. Except now he was on his stomach, hands secured behind his back, what looked like a neck tie used as a gag in his mouth, and even though his hair was mostly hanging in his face, he could just make out Sam's concerned eyes. Those eyes that for thirty plus years, looked at him as though he hung the moon. For the millionth time in the brothers' lives, Dean seeing his brother in peril gave him the extra boost he needed, to kick some serious ass. He quickly got up, pulled his gun out, and shot the damn monster right in the heart. He saw the big guy stumble back a little, but then compose himself, and start towards Dean who was more than ready for the attack.

Seeing that the gun was really of no use, he quickly threw it to the side, and while painfully dodging the punch meant for his face, he grabbed his expertly sharpened blade with his other hand, and held it steady. He stabbed the blade true into the monsters neck. He wasn't expecting that to actually slow the monster down, but it seemed to do the trick. He quickly took the blade out, and made a slash as to cut off the head completely. He still didn't know how to actually kill a leviathan, but this will slow it down, and he can finally get to Sam.

The head came off clean as Dean swiped his blade. Blood ended up on his face and clothes, but the crimson splatter did little to deter Dean from the last obstacle separating him from his brother.

He turned towards the bullet proof car where he knew Roman and Sam were. He was hoping the monster wouldn't use his brother as a human shield and try to get away, and instead fight like the man he was pretending to be. Either way, Dean was getting revenge.

~*SPN*~

Sam was relieved when he met his brothers eyes, and shocked when he saw his brother chop off his 'bodyguards' head rolling away form it's body, before collapsing to the ground. Even though he could barely see Dean's eyes threw his long hair, he knew for a fact that he was pissed, and down to his last straw, which was a plus when it came to Dean fighting.

Sam managed a smile over the damn neck tie gag Roman stuffed in his mouth. He had no doubt Dean would give his fight with roman all he had, and he found himself silently praying that it went in his brothers' favor. For both their sakes.

Roman saw what happened, and was royally pissed. There was no way he was going to let this evolved monkey get the best of him.

He saw Dean with the sharp knife coming his way. Their eyes locked in a battle of Alpha Dominance, neither one wanting to blink first or step down. Both on a mission.

Roman sensing the real danger here knew he had to play dirty. There was a real possibility that Dean could at least stop him until he found the way to send him back to purgatory for good. He had to keep the upper hand.

While keeping eye contact with Dean, he put his foot down where Sam's wrists met behind his back, making Sam yell threw the gag.

"Stop right there!" Roman's voice was full of authority.

Dean stops in his tracks. He saw the pained expression on his little brother's face, and for the moment took to sending deathly glares towards his enemy.

"It's over! Just let my brother go."

"Or?"

"Or what? There is no or. Let my brother go, and I can promise you, that you will die a slow and painful death."

Roman smiled. "Challenge accepted."

Roman took his foot off of Sam's back, and started out of the limo. He was ready to take Dean Winchester down, and make his brother watch. He only needed his hands to strangle the life out of him little by little, until the final breath escaped his mouth.

Dean was getting sick of looking at this monsters face. He wanted him to die, and he knew how he was going to do it.

The two men slowly walked towards each other. Both wanting to make the first move, both wanting the other to die. Once they were 2 feet away from each other, they could practically cut the anger and tension with the machete Dean was currently holding in his hand.

As quickly as Dean could blink, Roman shot forward, and made a connecting hit with Dean's jaw. The impact threw him back several yards, making him land hard. Thank-fully, he didn't lose his machete when he hit the ground. He quickly turned from his stomach to his back, just in time to power kick Roman away from him. He got back up on his feet and swung the machete, but Roman swiped his head, making the sharp instrument barely miss him. Dean tried again in the other direction, but Roman was too fast at grabbing the wrist holding the weapon, and he started crushing Dean's wrist.

Dean tried to dislodge the enemy's hold with his free hand.

"How does it feel Dean? How does it feel knowing that I'm going to kill you? Knowing that when I'm done here, I'm going too slowly, and precisely, rip your brother open, limb from limb?"

Dean snarled at the mention of his brother. The number one reason for him fighting.

The number one reason for his existence.

Dean kicked at Roman again, hard enough to knock him on his ass. Dean was initially going to bring the machete down on Roman's neck, but instead, sliced both of the monster's feet off at the ankle. One at a time, but with deathly precision.

Roman screamed at first, but stared daggers at Dean as he tried to get up without the use of his feet. That of which he failed miserably at. That still didn't stop him.

"Look at you…you have to cut off my feet in order to beat me."

"And you have to resort to kidnapping in order to try to control me. Unfortunately for you, you kidnapped the wrong person."

Dean walked closer to Roman, who has since given up trying to stand, and was propping himself up by his elbows.

"You can't kill me. You can try, but I'll always come back. And when you're least suspecting it, I'll find your brother again, and torture him, until he BEGS me to kill him….then, I will."

Dean rubbed one hand down the stubble on his face. "I'll find a way to kill you before you can regenerate. And I will definitely find a way to kill you before I let you lay another hand on my brother." Dean raised the machete high above him. "Say hello to Purgatory for me." Dean lowered the machete hard onto Dick Roman's neck, severing the head instantly, and having it roll several yards.

Blood was on Dean's face and clothes, but right now, he didn't care. The only thing he cared about right then, was getting him and Sam back to the way it's supposed to be. The two of them together fighting the supernatural world. First off?

Get to said little brother.

Dean put the machete down, and without even realizing it, saw Bobby collecting the head. He knew the man knew where he stood when it came to Dean fighting for something he believed in. Or in this case, fighting for Sam. While Bobby was taking care of the body, Dean was heading to where Sam was.

Sam watched the whole scene unfold. The more he struggled to get out of the zip ties, the more he noticed his wrists were slick with blood. But if he could only slip out, then he could get out of the ties around his ankles, and help Dean fight Roman. Looking at the scene before him now, the one where Dean came out victorious, brought a smile around the tie gag in his mouth. He tried to flip his head enough to move the bangs out of his face, but he couldn't get a clear view. He did notice his brother walking closer and closer, and the tension he was holding was becoming less and less.

Dean hurried his last few steps to get to Sam. He noticed several injuries, and bloodied areas. He gently put his hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Hey Sammy. Stay still, I'm going to get you out."

Sam visibly relaxed, and even closed his eyes. Dean took his field knife out, and gently cut through the zip tie around his brothers' wrists. Once those were free, Sam ripped the tie out of his mouth, and slowly lowered his arms in order to push his beaten body to an actual proper sitting position. He started rubbing at his sore and bleeding wrists, trying to get some sort of circulation back into them, when he was engulfed in a strong hug that made him loose his breath.

Dean didn't hug, but he was away from his brother for much too long of a time, and would always make an exception. He wasn't surprised once he felt his younger, yet taller brother, relax in his arms.

"Jeez Dean what took you so long?"

Dean laughed at his brother's comment. He pulled back slightly, and examined his brother.

"Sorry, but braking into the White House that's full of Leviathan's is kind of tricky. Plus I may have stopped at the bar a few times."

This time Sam smiled.

"Thanks Dean."

"Yeah well, don't think I'm saving you the next time a political leader decides to kidnap you and take over the world."

"Sure Dean. Whatever you say."

*The End*

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