Two Hunters and a Baby.

Disclaimer: Sigh no matter how hard I try I just don't own anything to do with Supernatural or the characters of the show. Although anything that comes from my fevered imagination is ... kind of ... that's my excuse anyway!

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CHAPTER 3

Sam opened his eyes slowly and tried to give Dean a small grin when he blanched and got up in a hurry, rushing to the men's room entrance he disappeared from Dean's view. Annoyed Dean slid out of the booth and motioned Terri over, 'ah could you, I mean would you mind holding Isabelle for a moment I just have to go and check on Sam.'

'No probs at all, come here Princess oh you are as cute as your daddy aren't you.' Terri fussed taking the baby from Dean, she shooed him towards the toilets, 'migraines can be a bitch can't they.'

'Yeah thanks I'll be right back.' Dean stared down at his daughter thoughtfully for a moment and then nodding his head ran to the men's room, where he could hear the sounds of Sam throwing up.

'Sammy you okay in there?'

After a moment's silence and another round of retching, Sam answered him, 'yeah I'll be out in a minute.' His voice sounding weak and filled with exhaustion.

'I'm gonna pay the bill and pack Issy up I'll be right out the front.' Dean called through the locked door.

'Uhhuh.' Was the only answer Sam could muster as he spat out one last mouthful of bile.

Worried for his brother but hating to leave Issy unprotected Dean felt torn as he headed out into the main part of the café. Issy squealed and held her hands up for her father as soon as she saw him. When he took her gratefully from Terri the little girl grabbed hold of her father's face and gave him a big slobbering kiss.

'Aw isn't she cute.' Terri grinned as Dean wiped the dribble from his face and settled Isabelle into her stroller.

'Yeah she sure is.' Dean said but he couldn't help but grin at the cheeky look on the baby's face, 'uh thanks for all of your help Terri, can I get the bill?'

'No problem at all, if you ever need a sitter just yell she is too gorgeous for words.' Terri grinned and sashayed off to ring up their bill for them.

'See that lady Issy, don't ever turn out like her okay.' Dean whispered as he packed up their stuff.

Just as Dean finished packing up and paying for their bill Sam came staggering slightly from the bathroom. Wincing with the sudden bright light he made his way over to Dean trying not to knock into anything or anyone.

'Oh you poor dear you look after yourself.' Terri said watching Sam come to a shaky halt next to the stroller.

'Thanks again Terri for all of your help.' Dean smiled as he pushed the stroller and guided his brother out and towards the car.

Terri watched them leave then she pulled out a mobile phone and hit the speed dial button. 'Hi, yep they were just here ... no problems at all ... yep ... yep ... no the younger one became ill ... migraine they said ... okay yeah okay ... okay bye.' She flicked the phone closed and kept watching as the black impala pulled out and they disappeared in a cloud of dust.

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'You okay Sam?' Dean asked as they neared the motel and Sam had still hadn't said anything he just stared out the windscreen, hunched in the front passenger seat, even Isabelle's baby chatter made an impact on him.

'Sammy? Hey Sammy wake up Dude.' Dean nudged him this was getting a little tiresome. Slowly Sam turned to face Dean, tears fell down his cheeks, his eyes red and swollen contrasted against the pallor of his skin.

'Sammy you crying?' Dean slowed the car down enough to pull off the road, 'what is it Dude?'

'Nothing Dean, come on we have to get Isabelle back she needs a nap.'

'Nope sorry but we're not going anywhere until you spill. Dude you threw a vision, got sick and now, now look at you.'

'Don't Dean.'

'Don't what?'

'Please can we just go back to the motel please?'

'Okay but when we get there, Dude we are so gonna have a talk.' Dean grumbled as he gunned the car and pulled back onto the road. Isabelle giggled and chatted away as Dean purposely put his Metallica tape on knowing it would annoy his stubborn brother. Glancing back at the baby he grinned widely as she seemed to really enjoy the music.

When they pulled up in front of the motel Sam got out and slammed the door silently pulling Isabelle's pack and other bits and pieces out of the car he stalked off to their room leaving Dean to juggle locking the car and the baby.

By the time Dean got into their room and kicked the door shut Sam had already locked himself in the bathroom. 'Sam this is so not funny.' He yelled as Issy started to fuss, looking down Dean noticed the growing wet patch on his T-shirt. 'Oh Issy you too?' He shook his head, 'this is so not funny.' He tried to growl but started laughing as she smiled and cooed at him.

As he changed the nappy Dean stole a glance at the still locked bathroom door, when he looked back he saw the growing puddle under Issy, 'again? Dudette where do you keep it?' Sighing he shook his head and took the rest of her clothes off, 'well I guess it's as good a time as any to give you a bath.'

Dean carried Isabelle over to the door and kicked it, 'open up Sammy I gotta bath Issy.'

After what seemed like ages the door finally opened a crack, pushing it open Dean stormed in to yell at Sam while he bathed Isabelle but the broken look on Sam's face stopped him.

Busying himself by bathing the baby in the basin Dean tried to think of something to say to Sam that didn't sound like a chick flick moment but still had the caring and sharing feeling to it. 'Sammy please talk to me, I need to know what is going on.'

'The vision...' Sam started his voice breaking again, 'Dean we can't keep Isabelle with us.'

'No shit Sherlock but what do you suggest we do? Merci is not coming forward and putting her hand up ... sorry Man, okay tell me about the vision.'

Sam swallowed a couple of times and ran his hand over his face wiping away the cobwebs he felt clinging there. He opened his mouth to start explaining what he saw when he looked down at his new niece, 'get her settled first Dean and then I promise I will tell you.' He said softly, 'I'm gonna go and make us some coffee.'

An hour later with Isabelle bathed, changed fed and sleeping soundly in her cot the two brothers sat at the table both cradling their second cup of coffee sitting in silence until Sam felt ready to talk.

'Dean, I ah fuck it why do I have to see these things all of the fucking time.' Sam spat out angrily pushing away from the table he started to pace around their small motel room, 'I saw fragments at first, nothing special, you and the baby, we were walking with her, just stuff and then it changed. You and, and Isabelle ... Dean.'

'Sam please you're killing me here just spit it out.'

'You and Isabelle were in danger, in a dark room and, and there was a demon he hurt you so badly and he took Issy.'

'Go on.'

'Dude, you were dying and he stood over you with the baby ... he was laughing and then ... then he did something to her and vanished.'

'What did he do to her Sam?'

'We have to find her Mum Dean, we have to get her to safety to save both of your lives.' Sam cried out as he sank down on the end of his bed, running his fingers through his hair, he couldn't stand to look at Dean, to see the inevitable look in his brother's eyes.

'To save both of us. Dude are you saying that he killed Isabelle too?' Dean demanded, his rage building to simmering under the surface. 'That he killed an innocent baby? Why coz she's my daughter?'

'Dean I – I don't understand any of this, I mean I don't know, I honesty don't know anymore.'

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'You have to go to them, you know that don't you.'

'I can't, it's safer this way.'

'There is no choice now, you have to go to Dean and tell him what is going on.'

'No, no it's better this way, Isabelle is safer this way.'

'Is she? The signs are already there, Sam has had his vision, it's starting, you have to go to them.'

'And say what?'

'What about the truth?'

'What is the truth? Hi Dean you may not remember me but you fathered my baby and now we're being hunted by a demon intent on destroying her because of you ... how do you tell someone that?'

'Yes, just like that.'

TBC