Sorry for the wait. Been super busy with school and stuff. Aaargh I hope it's ok! Please take 10 seconds to tell me what you think. I'll be happy even with a "this story is depressing" or "your taste in music sucks". ANYTHING will do!

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I saw her today at the reception,
In her glass was a bleeding man,
She was practiced at the art of deception,
Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands.
You can't always get what you want,
You can't always get what you want,
You can't always get what you want,
But if you try sometimes you just might find,
You just might find,
You get what you need.

-You Can't Always Get What You Want, Rolling Stones

He had given up. They both had. Sam lay cold and still in his arms, but he knew he hadn't left him yet. He knew he never would. When the time came they were going together. But as he heard the door squeak open he allowed a small bit of hope to rise at the back of his mind. He pushed it down. It would be Tandia checking on them. Nothing more. But as he distantly heard the sound of not one, but two approaching figures he felt his sluggish heartbeat begin to pick up. Distantly the sound of a conversation wafted into his ears.

"Oh my god" He didn't recognise it but he jolted slightly at the shock in the man's voice. At what? He vaguely heard the sound of some kind of lock being smashed.

"Are they even alive? Who are they?"A gentle hand felt the side of his neck and he willed himself to open his eyes, failing miserably. Dad? No. He would know his dad's voice anywhere. It wasn't their dad. They weren't being saved. They would never be saved.

"Must be the Winchester kids"

"How do you know?" Soft hands prodded at his leg and sore arm. He couldn't even find the energy to groan.

"This seems to be some kind of eye for an eye thing with the hunter's children. You know, take their kids and take revenge on whatever they did to this demon. That's probably why some kids got off easier than others. These seem to be by far the worst though, so they must be John's."

"Well they won't be for long if we don't get them out of here" He felt soft hands pulling Sam away from him and he let out a soft moan, trying desperately to pull him closer but finding himself too weak . Great big brother you are. "Come on kid, we're trying to help, let us get your brother safe." The voice sounded vaguely familiar and there was something comforting about it. They managed to extract the younger child from his brother's grip. The taller of the two adults gasping as he pulled out Sam and took in the long gashes along the 12 year old's front, blood drenched. and the other various injuries on his tiny frame as well as his pale, freezing features. He was disgusted as he found similar, if less serious injuries on Dean. "Eye for an eye, huh? It's a miracle these kids are still breathing. What did John do to her?"

"Slaughtered her kid."

"Shit. We need these two out of here. Now"

X

They held the kids as gently as they could but they couldn't stop the pain as the kids moved for what was most likely the first time in days, and he felt horrible as Dean cringed every step of the way. Daryl glanced over at his friend, the younger child laying limply in his arms, not saying a word. At least mine is responding, the little one just looks… for want of a better word… dead. He studied the young child carefully. He couldn't be more than 11 or 12 but the paleness of his face made him look so much younger. His lashes stood out starkly against his translucent features and his bloodied bangs hung limply over his eyes, the longer bits drooping down over his friends arms This kid doesn't have much time left.

He glanced down at Dean and smiled slightly at the child's huge green eyes. He wanted to calm him down, to tell him everything was ok but to be honest the fear in the kid's eyes scared the shit out of him. He had hunted with John and his eldest once a couple of years back and knew Dean to be the type of kid who laughed at the worst pain, who got cockier the more danger he was in. The pure horror in his eyes defied everything that was Dean Winchester.

They made it to the door without a problem, but then, they didn't expect one. The fight had already been fought. 6 hunters had stormed the place, fully loaded and furious, all thinking the same thing. How stupid must this bitch be? What they had found had surprised them. She had stood there, in the centre of the room, and laughed at them. She hadn't attacked, yelled at or cursed the hunters, just pinned them to the wall and laughed. They had been forced to stay there, knowing their kids were only meters away while she laughed. Then all at once, she had ripped free of her body and exited the building, leaving a broken and bloody host behind. The sense of dread that had followed them up until then had increased to breaking point.

They had found the kids in the basement. It had taken a while but they did it. So far, the kids had been alright. Although some were found with seemingly random injuries and most were extremely malnourished, the damages were rarely permanent. Until, Daryl and Greg had decided to retrieve the final kids at the end of the corridor. The sight they found appalled them. They knew it should be John holding his children, but John had suffered a relatively small concussion when she had threw them against the wall and after 6 sets of kids had exited alive, they thought they'd allow him to sit tight while they brought out the last pair. John had complied and set out helping the other men who had suffered slight cuts and bruises in their entrances. If it had of been him, he would have fought tooth and nail to be the first ones to see them. Bloody Winchester, he didn't want to have to be the one who handed over his half-dead sons back to him.

As the two men stepped out of the building he saw the worried father calmly meet his eyes, and stand up to walk over. He went to give his son's rescuers a small, almost encouraging smile but then his eyes landed on the child in his arms and he stopped dead.

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