SOOO sorry about the long wait! Been super amazingly busy. Really sorry about that….

You guys know the drill by now (or at least you should). Reviews are my life.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Not the boys or the songs.

XX

Don't cry now that I've found you

Don't cry take a look around you

Don't cry it took so long to find you

Do what you want but little darling please don't cry

-Don't Cry, Asia

They'd be fine. He told himself over and over. He trusted the two young hunters who had gone in to get his sons. He had worked with both of them before and knew they were the innocent type. The type who had started hunting late and could still see the good in the world. They type who would care for the two dying boys in the basement. 6 sets of kids, all relatively fine. Why would his kids be any different?

He turned as he heard the clang of step against the metal frame of the door and looked into the eyes of his friend, giving an encouraging smile and trying to appear in control. His mask wavered slightly as he took in the fear in the man's eyes and noticed the thing he was holding in his hands. No, not a thing. A child. His child. He felt himself pale as he took in the blood-soaked form that hung limply in his arms.

He didn't feel his feet hitting the floor as he raced over to his eldest, desperately searching his rescuer's eyes for any sign that his sons were alive. He breathed a sigh of relief as Daryl nodded and quickly looked down to take stock of his injuries. The glazed green eyes staring back at him had him reeling back in shock. He was conscious. That was a good sign, right?

"Dean?" He whispered. "Come on kiddo, talk to me." The injured hunter lifted his head wearily, his eyes moving unfocused around the room, before settling on his father. He saw his eldest's eyes grow wide with realisation and a small smile touch his lips before disappearing. He realised Sammy isn't here. Wait where is Sammy? He turned to look around Daryl to the other man but was stopped by the weak pull at his sleeve. He focused his attention back on Dean. "Yeah, dude?"

"Sammy?" The choked voice managed to gasp. "Please. Sammy."

"I'll tell you when I know, ok?" He patted him softly on the head and walked around Daryl to find his youngest and felt the sudden need to throw up. And he'd thought Dean was bad. Sam was unconscious, breathing quick and shallow. He pressed his hand to his neck but jolted away as he felt the icy coldness and erratic pulse belonging to his son. Oh god. He gave the two older men a meaningful look and began to run towards the car. "We need to get them to a hospital. Let's go."

X

He had to admit, John had handled it well. If it had of been his own son he was holding in his arms right now there was no way he would have been able to hold it together like the eldest Winchester had. Dean was stirring weakly in his arms and muttering under his breath. He had tried to keep him awake once John had left to look at Sam but he knew there was no point, Dean would listen to two people and two people only. Damn Winchesters.

The journey to the car was a struggle. It wasn't far, and he tried his hardest to make sure the kid was comfortable but he knew it was useless. He was just too beat up. He slid into the car and felt his close friend slide in after him and the sounds of the youngest beginning to stir. God knows how much pain he must be in. He looked down at Dean to see the huge green eyes open again. He's so pale. He was saying something but it was too quiet to make out. He leant down to listen to what he had to say and he nearly broke at what he heard.

"Sammy?" the older brother whispered. "Please. Please give me Sammy. Please… he… please… he needs me." Dean was the type of kid who would rather die than be forced into saying his pleases and thank yous and yet here he was, begging to see his brother. He was squirming now, trying to get to Sam.

"He's right here, Dean. You're both gonna be fine. You need to stop moving. You're just gonna hurt yourself." Tears slid down Dean's face and he gasped in shock at the brokenness in the tough kid's voice as he pleaded to let him have his brother.

From beside him he heard the innocent voice of their youngest. He could Greg telling him that Dean was ok. That he was gonna be fine and the tears in the child's voice as he called his brother's name. For god's sakes hurry up John. John hadn't said a word since they started driving and he knew that it was only determination that kept him from breaking down, so he let him drive on in silence. He looked down at the tears streaking down the freckled face and the way that both brothers wriggled against them. He was amazed as they gasped and moaned in pain but continued to try and get away from the strong arms keeping them from their sibling. They could hear the other crying out and they fought hard with what little strength they had left to get to each other. They need each other. Having the other there was the only reason they held on for so long. These brothers need to be together.

He knew it was true and no matter how much pain it put them in, it would do them more good than being separated from each other. Slowly, he looked over and nodded to Greg. Greg looked worried, but knew exactly what his friend meant. Carefully, he reached his arms under the struggling child and pulled him over to rest in Daryl's lap. Daryl pushed Dean away from him slightly and allowed Sam to rest between him and his sibling, the top of his head resting against Dean's collarbone. Sam froze as he was lifted into the air and pushed up against his eldest brother, eyes squeezed closed against the pain, and he swore he saw the young child's nose tweak as if actually sniffing his sibling's jacket. He opened his eyes and stared up at his still struggling brother, a look of breathless relief taking over his features.

"D…Dean?" He whispered, hope lacing his words. The eldest brother looked down and instantly stopped moving. He looked at his sibling for a second before breathing out a huge sigh of relief and wrapping his hands around his baby brother, whispering soothing words. Sam buried his head in Dean's jacket and sobbed quietly, whispering thanks to a higher power for letting them be together. Daryl knew he'd done the right thing. Dean stroke Sam's bloody hair and for the first time since he had first lay eyes on him Sam relaxed, breathing in his brother. He heard Sam mutter something and a small smile passed across Dean's face.

"Love you too, bitch." He heard him whisper before he buried his head in Sam's hair and they both faded away.