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!

CHAPTER 11

Dean crept quietly around the outer perimeter of the house, checking each window as he went by, Azuraus had already located the room, but Dean wanted to make sure he knew exactly where all of the possible exits were, locked and unlocked.

Finally satisfied he went back to the window Az had indicated; carefully he slid it open and hoisted himself inside. Dropping silently to his feet he held his breath and stared around his new surroundings letting his eyes get used to the darker light.

A baby's cot sat empty to his right, to his left two single beds, a quick scan of the room located the locked door, a chair in the corner nearest the cot and a small cabinet filled with baby supplies and a changing mat.

A pain-filled moan caught his attention and he crept closer over to the bed against the far wall. 'Sammy?' He gasped terrified at the sight before him.

'No more.' Sam whispered flailing wildly, 'please no more.'

'Sammy it's me, it's Dean. Come on Dude look at me.'

'Dean?' Sam's eyes opened a crack and he peered up at his older brother unsure if he was part of his dream or if he was really there. 'Dean that you?'

'Yeah Man it's me, oh Gods Sammy you had me worried.' Dean said as he took in the extent of Sam's injuries.

'Dean get outta here.' Sam tried to push himself up and grab hold of Dean's shirt, he buried his face against his brother's shoulder and twisted his hands convulsively in the fabric. 'Please Dean get out of here now before they find you and take you too.'

'I'm not going anywhere Sammy, not until I have both you and Isabelle safe.'

'Merci she...'

'Dude she's part of it, all of it I dunno but she's bad news.'

'No Dean they took her and the baby...'

'No Sam she took the baby from you and left with them she didn't have to be forced.' Dean glanced over at the door not wanting to break contact with Sam but time was against them. 'Listen to me Sammy, how bad you hurt can you walk?'

'They ... they weighted my feet I can't feel anything.' Sam admitted after a slight hesitation.

Cursing under his breath Dean eased Sam back down on the pillows and went to investigate the end of the bed. His stomach started to somersault uncontrollably when he saw Sam's feet and ankles. 'Fuck Sammy what have they done to you?'

'Dean what is it?' Panic sounding heavy in Sam's voice.

'I ah ...' Dean floundered for words, as he thought of Azuraus, 'Az I need you here and now.'

'Dean answer me Dude, what's wrong with my legs?'

'Hey Sammy.' Azuraus said as she popped in next to Dean, took one look at Sam's ankles and started to fade away.

'No you don't.' Dean sent the thought to her, 'okay Sammy it is bad Dude, the ah the wire they used to...'

'What Dean is trying to say, is that the wire cut into your skin and it's all infected, gooey red and green and blackish.' Azuraus shrugged trying to take the edge off the news.

'Blackish?' Sam's voice rose as he tried to sit up wanting to see for himself. 'Dude what have they done to me?'

'Sammy I'm gonna have to remove the wire and the weights.' Dean said trying to soften the impact of his words, 'now this is gonna hurt so I want you to lie back and umm hold Az's hand as tight as you like.'

The animal spirit shot Dean a deadly look but offered her hand and a small smile to Sam, her heart breaking for the young psychic. Just as Dean started to work the wire out of Sam's skin, the door swung open and James strode in. 'What the fuck is going on here?' James demanded slamming the door shut behind him. 'What are you doing here?'

'Get the fuck away from my brother man or you're gonna die.' Dean growled his gun appearing suddenly in his hand.

'Dean, no it's okay.' Sam gasped his face paling even more. 'James ... he's okay.'

'Thanks kid.' James shot a quick look over at Sam and then focused on Dean and his gun again, 'okay now we don't want to do anything stupid okay, Don will be down in a minute and he's the one who ... the one who you have to be careful of.'

'Why you helping Sammy?' Dean asked suspiciously, 'why should I trust you?'

'Coz I am the only one who can get the baby back for you. And why? Well just say that Sam is the same age as my younger brother would have been if he hadn't got sucked in by the demons.' There James said it and he didn't feel any fireballs raining down on him.

'Okay but I'm still watching you close, one false move or you try to betray my family and I will kill you.' Dean threatened as he slipped his gun back, in the back of his jeans.

'I can help with that.' James said as he hurried over to the end of the bed and within seconds the two men had Sam free of the wire. James took it and twisted the end around the bed-end and made it look like nothing was touched. 'Can't have Don walking in and discovering Sam loose, okay I'll be back with some bandages and stuff, stay low and stay quiet.' James glanced at Dean again before he slipped out of the door locking it behind him.

'Can we really trust him?' Dean asked Sam trying to get his younger brother's mind off the damage his ankles sustained.

'Yeah, he's helped me a lot Dean. I don't think I would have survived the last beating from Don if it wasn't for him.'

'Okay if you say then it's okay.' Dean grudgingly agreed, well at least he did outwardly, deciding it would be better to keep his suspicions to himself.

TBC

Author's Note: sorry it's a bit shorter than I usually write but my bad shoulder and arm are playing up and it hurts too much to type anymore tonite. I promise to have more up over the weekend if not sooner!!

Thanks to everyone for their fantastic and uplifting reviews, they make me feel like I can keep going and push through the pain barrier a little further.