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 20

Sam lifted Isabelle out of the car and stood looking uncertainly at the building, it seemed nice enough, with shuttered windows and swings in the front yard. 'You sure you want to stay here Issy?' he whispered to his niece, 'I dunno about leaving you alone like this.'

'Hey Sam!' Azuraus yelled just as he was turning back towards the car, she was closely followed by a couple who appeared to be in their early forties and a group of children aged between two through to fifteen or sixteen.

Sighing Sam gave her a weak smile and glanced down at Isabelle once again, 'well it looks like our escape is blocked off.' He whispered to her, 'hey Az.'

'Sam this is Danny and Rachel, guys this is Sam Winchester, and this is Isabelle.'

'Nice to meet you Sam.' They said in unison, Sam looked first at Danny, who stood at least a foot shooter than Sam, with sandy blond hair streaked with grey, he had soft brown eyes and an easy smile. Then Sam turned his focus to Rachel, about the same height as her husband she had red hair and fiery green eyes, with two little ones clutching at her skirts.

'Hi, ah thanks for doing this, I'm not exactly sure what Azuraus as told you though...'

'Az explained that you need somewhere safe for Isabelle while you go and rescue her daddy and hunt down the demon after her.' Rachel said pleasantly as though she was talking about the weather. 'We know about your daddy Sam, he actually brought our first kids to us, Erin here who's sixteen and Joey who is in town he's seventeen their parents were killed by a fire demon.'

'Ah okay,' Sam nodded thoughtfully, 'if Dad trusted them with kids then maybe Issy will be alright here.' He smiled down at the children as they gathered around his long legs and all tried to get Isabelle's attention at once, 'looks like she's gonna be popular,' he said with a small smile.

'We'll take good care of her Sam and Az said that she's going to stay as well.'

'Ah yeah, thanks Danny, I really appreciate it, the demon is after her as well. He wants her for some sort of sacrifice,' Sam's voice broke with exhaustion and pent up emotions, wearily he scrubbed at his face with his free hand and let Rachel take Isabelle. The baby stared at the woman with a solemn look on her little face, and then she cooed and patted Rachel's cheek before looking back up at her uncle Sam, she giggled and then snuggled to Rachel. Almost as though in her baby ways she was letting, Sam know that was going to be fine with Rachel and Danny.

'I ah...have to get going,' Sam said clearing his throat as he spoke, 'the sooner I can find Dean...'

'Please don't worry about Isabelle we'll love her like our own baby, and she's got lots of playmates to keep her company.' Rachel smiled patting Sam's arm soothingly, 'sure you don't want to have a rest and something to eat first?'

'No, no thanks it'll be easier on Issy if I don't hang around too long,' he took the baby back for a few seconds, giving her a hug and kiss, 'be good Issy for Rachel and Danny. I'll be back soon with your daddy.'

Issy slobbered over his face, giggling as she tugged his hair with one hand, in the process and fingered his nose with drool covered fingers on the other. 'Love you Issy and Daddy loves you too.' Sam whispered in her ear before he handed her back to Rachel. 'She's very special...please take care of her.' Sam said before he hurried to the impala and started the car, without looking back he drove off, as the floodgates opened and his tears started to fall.

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Dean opened his eyes and yawned blinking the sleep from his eyes he rolled over to wake Sam when he realised that he was no longer in the motel room, Sam wasn't in the bed next to his and he was in a lot of pain.

Bleary eyed he pulled himself up and staggered over to the open bathroom door, panting heavily he pushed himself further until he collided with the basin unit; he stared at the stranger's reflection in the mirror. Drawn and haggard looking with a couple of days beard growth, bruises mottled blue and green decorated his face and a large cut over his left eye looked red and angry. Numbly he looked at his chest realising that he was bound up with tight white bandages, covering his chest and abdomen, fingers traced the outline of the elastic bandages, but it didn't feel real.

Moving a very stiff leg was hard enough but when he looked down at the mess of one knee he realised that it was more than just messed up. The kneecap of his right knee jutted out at a strange angle, skin stretched over it looked translucent, holding his breath he forced himself over to the shower cubicle.

'What do you think you are doing Dean?' Merci asked from where she leant against the door frame.

'Shower,' grunted Dean, 'want a shower.'

'Sit on that stool and let me take your bandages off, they can't be wet. I'll put some waterproof patches on your stiches.'

'Why are you helping me Merci?'

'Because the Master needs you strong and well, if you get sick I get hurt, easy.' She shrugged but as she made her way to the medic chest Dean noticed how awkwardly she walked.

'What happened to you?'

'Nothing, the Master just wanted to play and to show me what happens to me if something bad happens to you.'

'Hate to remind you but I think you're a bit late in that department.' Dean said glancing down at his battered body.

'No shit Sherlock.' Merci snapped as she got the necessary supplies and limped over to Dean, 'now hold still.' Carelessly she unravelled the main bandage around Dean's chest, not worried when she made him wince; the small sounds of pain coming from him actually excited her. When she finished she inspected the stitches and the wounds making sure that no infection set in before she covered them with large adhesive waterproof patches.

'So Merci why are you doing this? I mean it's not as if we were full on lovers or anything.'

'What the Master tells me I do it is simple.' Merci shrugged.

'And if the Master told you to jump off a bridge would you?' Dean asked yelping when she flicked one of his cuts.

'Whoops,' she batted her eyelashes and gave Dean a small smile, 'okay let me get the shower running for you.'

Dean sat watching the woman move around the bathroom, he had to keep telling himself that she's a demon's whore, Issy's mum but still owned body and soul by a demon. Leaning heavily on her Dean managed to manoeuvre himself into the shower cubicle relishing the feel of the hot water on his aching body, he forgot for a moment who was there with him.

A soft hand slipped over his back, massaging away the kinks and aching, craning his head Dean stared at Merci standing naked behind him, her hands soapy and sliding over his bare skin.

'What do you think you're doing?' he asked, despising himself for responding to her touch.

'Washing your back,' Merci whispered in his ear as she slid her hands over his slick skin, slowly moving them down to his lower back, 'you're so tight, you must really learn to relax Dean.'

'Yeah well getting beaten near to death will make anyone a bit tense.' Dean shot back feeling himself relax under her ministrations despite his own resolve.

'Dean?'

'Mmm?'

'Do you really hate me? For what I did to you?'

'No, not hate...don't like very much, despise, detest, abhor, but not hate.'

'We were good together though Dean, I remember that night so well.' Merci continued to massage his back as she spoke, her hot breath tickling his ear.

'Shame I don't but oh that's right I was drugged at the time,' Dean said hating the shakiness of his own voice; damn what was she doing to him?

'We could be good again Dean, all you have to do is give up and surrender to our Master, then we can raise our daughter together under his benevolence and guidance.'

'And hell will freeze over with the next ice age first.'

'Please Dean just think about it, how powerful we could be the three of us. You me and our daughter.'

'Merci ... I'm getting out now, the water has just become too hot to bear.'

'Dean – let me help you.' Merci sighed turning the water off, she handed him a towel and wrapped his arm around her wet and naked shoulders.

After drying and dressing Dean laid back down on his bed exhausted from the exertion, Merci finally left him alone after two more attempts at seducing him, all he wanted for now is sleep.

Merci slipped back into the room and watched Dean sleeping fitfully, every so often, he twitched and tossed about dreaming; she sat on the edge of the bed and ran a finger down the side of his face, too light to disturb him. 'Sammy?' He murmured as the dream intensified and he started to thrash about on the bed almost connecting with Merci.

Carefully she flicked the top off a syringe and pushed a tiny amount through the needle making sure it was fine before she pushed the tip into the crook of his elbow. Dean tensed visibly but then his body went lax and his breathing slowed as the drugs started to take effect.

Bending down Merci brushed a kiss on his soft, sensual lips and then straightening up she walked over to the door, 'he is ready for you Master.' She said softly, 'the serum is working already.'

'Excellent work Merci, thank you,' Cornase brushed a kiss on her forehead before heading towards the bed, settling himself down on chair he stared down at his captive who slept on unaware.

'Dean, listen to me carefully, you are my son, and Merci is my daughter and your lover. A young man has kidnapped your baby daughter; he wants to keep her away from you. Now, he will profess to be your brother and to love you but it is all lies, he wants to hurt you and your family.

There is only one who can protect you, your Dark Lord and Master, Cornase, whom you serve faithfully; I need you to find this man and to bring your daughter home. He is dangerous to you, he is nothing but trouble and the only way you can be rid of him and save your child is by killing him.

You must hunt down and kill Samuel Winchester; he took your daughter away from you and Merci. You will find him, retrieve your daughter, and kill Sam Winchester.'

Cornase smiled coldly, 'sleep well my son we will talk again in the morning.' He patted Dean's arm and then swept out of the room with Merci trailing behind him.

'Merci he is to be given the serum every six hours and then you are to play this back to him,' Cornase handed her a small recording device, 'I recorded what I just said to him, as what I just did when the serum kicks in I want him to hear nothing but that. I will have him ready to kill his own brother in two days.'

TBC