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 4

Sam tossed in his sleep, he kept seeing the same image over and over, hearing the maniacal laughter echoing in his ears. He wanted to wake up, to open his eyes and to banish the memory from his mind. 'Dean!' He finally screamed, knowing that his brother would pull him back from the brink. 'Help me please help me Dean!'

Dean scrambled out of bed awake and armed when he heard Sam's tortured cries and screams for help coming from the bed. Quickly he checked on Issy but she slept soundly in her cot, dropping his gun on his bed he dropped down next to Sam's bed and gripped his brother's shoulders. 'Come on Sammy, time to wakey wakey.'

Worried when Sam didn't respond, shaking him a little harder Dean snapped another wake up, but still Sam stayed clutched in the night terror's grip.

Then he felt his brother's fingers flailing and seeking him, letting go of Sam's shoulders he reached down and took Sam's hands squeezing them gently, 'come one Sam that's it follow me, listen to my voice and let me lead you out.' Dean had no idea what he was saying or why but it seemed to be working when Sam started to visibly relax and appear to wake up. A agonised groan came from deep in Sam's throat as his back arched, blood spurted from slashes appearing across his chest, his T-shirt cut to shreds in front of Dean but there was nothing ... Sam groaned again and convulsed, as blood streamed down his body.

'Fuck Sam wake up.' Dean yelled as loudly as he dared without waking the baby up, this was not funny anymore.

'Dean help me.' Sam moaned as his body dropped against the bed, he shivered uncontrollably, 's-s-s-s-so cold.'

'Hey welcome back Buddy.' Dean said as he watched Sam's eyes flicker open for a brief moment and then closed again. 'Nope come back Sammy, come back to me hey there we go.'

'Dean?' Sam coughed and gripped Dean's hand tightly, 'chest hurts.'

'Yeah well it was a pretty intense nightmare Sammy boy, I hope she was worth it.'

'Who?'

'Whoever you were dreaming about, she did some number on your chest.' Dean quipped.

Sam lifted his head and stared down at the mess made on his chest. 'Fuck Dean it hurts.'

Just then Isabelle woke, crying with fright her tremulous cries filled the room startling both of the Winchester brothers. 'Sh Issy, it's okay, Uncle Sammy just had a bad dream.' Dean went to the cot and went to pick up the baby when he stopped shocked he stared dumbfounded at the being bending over the baby, soothing her.

'Get away from my daughter.' He finally managed to get out forcing himself to move Dean rushed at the transparent creature but she disappeared long before he could reach her.

'That was her.' Sam croaked as he struggled to pull himself up to sitting, 'that was the spirit I saw the other night.'

'This is getting weirder by the minute Sam.' Dean growled annoyed at his over-reaction, 'what the fugly is going on?' He asked as he picked Isabelle up and carried her over to his bed, propping her up on the pillows he sat by her and made sure that she didn't topple over.

Issy looked at both men with a wide-eyed stare and then started giggling and clapping her hands, then she promptly put Dean's finger in her mouth and bit down on it.

'Ow.' He yelped, 'she's teething fangs.'

Sam laughed and rubbed the back of his neck trying to ease the constant ache, 'do you think she has something to do with Issy's Mum?'

'Who?' Dean asked distractedly.

'Azuraus, that sparkly ... ah.' Sam winced and rubbed at his eyes.

'Sam? Sammy? What's ... Sam?'

'Ah my head hurts...' Sam fell from his bed and curled up as tightly as he could into a ball on the floor. A young woman with burns on her bare shoulders and breasts, blackened and swollen eyes and split lips came into focus. She moaned in pain and as the vision cleared he could see her cradling a deep stab wound the knife still embedded in her side. She sat propped up against a damp looking brick wall, a heavy chain connected to a cuff around her left ankle. The vision shifted slightly and he could see a large built man hovering over a cot, he was shrouded in black with only red eyes glowing out of his darkness.

Sam's eyes snapped open and he clawed his way back to his bed flopping down on it he rested his hand over his aching eyes.

'Sam talk to me.' Dean repeated again as he watched his brother worriedly. 'What did you see?'

'I ah I think I saw Issy's Mum.' Sam said as he dared a glance over at Dean before shading his light sensitive eyes again. 'We have to find her as soon as possible Dean.

'Dude what's wrong?' Dean asked ignoring what Sam had just said for a moment, 'what's wrong with your eyes?'

'Ah nothing, it's just ... argh they hurt, the light.'

Dean jumped up and flicked the overhead lights off and then turned the softer bedside lamp on before going back to his bed making sure Issy hadn't moved far.

Sam slowly moved his hand away and squinted through the blinding pain, 'feels like tiny red-hot needles stabbing my eyes.' He admitted through gritted teeth, 'someone didn't want me to see that vision.'

TBC