Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. The only purpose of this story is for the enjoyment of reading and the character development of my evil twins in this world...Also the shameless flirting, and bantering, yes - I'm loving the bantering.

Anyways, constructive criticism is always appreciated and the song lyrics used in this chappie is 'All out of Love' by Air Supply.

Enjoy ;)

(Day One)

Dean fought with himself hard to not just go on ahead and backhand the bitch. "What did you do to my little brother?" he gritted again. Kristina had been chained down painfully tight for over two weeks before he and Beth woke back up, thanks to Bobby's hunch, and she looked haggard and exhausted. "I already told you," She snarled in anger. "I ain't tellin you jack-dittily squat." Dean grew annoyed, stepped to her, and grabbed her by the jaw with a strong hand. She wrenched back, trying to recoil from him, but his hold on her only got stronger. She was forced to look him in the eye, "You're scared." he stated. It wasn't a question, but a simple observation, "You've struck up another deal." and he shoved away from her face, disgusted. "Fine." Dean shrugged, "I can't make you talk," his lip curled in an angry smirk. "but I know someone who can." He turned his back on her and made his way back up the steps. "If you think you can sick my own sister on me, you have another thing coming, buddy." Kris smarted off as he climbed higher up the steps and left her bound in the basement.

He secured all the locks on the door, turned around, and was startled for a moment as he took in Beth and Sam making a mess of the kitchen. It looked as if a bag of flour had exploded, Beth was assisting small hands with an electric mixer, and their ingredients began to fling out of the large bowl as Sam plunged the spinning blades in. They chimed together in laughter as Sam frantically pulled the mixer out while it was still on, creating an even bigger disaster. "What'd I miss?" Dean asked.

The two turned their heads at the sound of his voice, the mixer silenced, and both faces were flour splotched and happy. "Mom's teaching me how to make homemade clay dough!" Sam exclaimed, then went full hands in on the concoction. Dean lugged over to them and leaned against the counter next to Beth, "I leave for ten minutes, and you're already turning him into Betty Crocker?" he asked with a shake of his head and a small smile. "You told me to mom, so I'm momming - Here's Johnny!" Beth suddenly pointed the mixer at him and hit the power button. Goops of dough splattered them, "Hey!" and laughter filled the room once again.

"We need to talk." Dean whispered to her once the dough had set and Sam was properly distracted. He looked down at Sam, whom was carelessly mushing and molding things eagerly, and he smiled a sad smile. He gently grabbed Beth by the waist and guided her out of hearing distance from the innocent child, "Anything?" she asked, and Dean shook his head. "I think she's working for someone, I don't know, maybe struck up another deal?" He proposed quietly, Beth immediately began to shake her head, "No, she couldn't have – I mean, Dean, she's my sister." Dean defensively poked a finger in Sam's direction, "And that's my brother. You heard what he said, she was there when all this crap happened, and little kids like that don't lie." the two of them glanced over at Sam as he strategically used a rolling pin to flatten a ball of dough.

Beth frowned, "What's the last thing you remember?" she asked, furrowing her brows together as she turned back to him, deep in thought. His own face scrunched as he tried to think back, then he looked up at her and said, "You told Sam that I killed his monster friend when him and Kris were trying to banish your crazy.' Dean crossed his arms and asked, 'What about you, anything ringing your bells?" Beth's shoulders visibly sagged, then she drug a hand down her face, "Booze and pie?" she sounded confused, as if she was missing something.

"Great…"

"What happened while I was out?" Beth's voice rose as she stressed. "What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know!" Dean snapped, causing Beth to start back a step.

Sam looked up from his clay, "Are you guys fighting?" he asked with puppy eyes.

Dean mentally kicked himself in the ass, "No. We're –uh- debating." he rubbed the nap of his neck in awkwardness. Dean Winchester was so far out of the babysitting loop, he didn't exactly know how to deal with it. When he had raised Sam up the first time around, he was the mean big brother that perfected the lie to cover Dad's dirty business. Dean was altogether set off of his rails, now that he was finally standing in John Winchester's shoes. A moment of realization crept onto him as he opened the refrigerator, and remembered spending a lifetime wanting to be just like his father, then he felt a little sick.

Sam's face twisted in a way that it only did when he knew he was being lied to, a look that Dean knew and picked up on right away, "What are you and Mom fighting about?" he asked, momentarily forgetting about his clay creations. Beth crossed the room and pulled a chair up next to his own, "It's very complicated, Sam, but Daddy and I will take care of it." she piped in. Dean's hard eyes locked in on hers from across the room.

"Is it about that lady that won't come out of Uncle Bobby's basement?"

"Yes." then she pulled a fistful of dough from the giant block they had made and absentmindedly kneaded it around in her palms. Dean's tone was very strained when he said, "Mary, lock it up." he shut the fridge with his casted leg, then finally joined them. He opened the first beer and sat it in front of her. He sat and opened his own, "I understand that you were flown over the coo-coo's nest for the last few years, but there is a strict rule about keeping Sammy out of the family business." he took a swig from his beer, then used his good leg to pull up another chair so he could rest the heavy cast.

Sam looked up to him with full on puppy, "If it's family business, then why can't I have a say, am I not part of the family?" Beth sat her drink down, smacked the clay back into the brick, and her hands covered her face. "You okay?" Dean asked when she began quivering. He and Sam both looked at her in amazement as her hands flopped away from her face and she full on laughed out loud.

"Why is she laughing, im not adopted, am I?" Sam asked, and Beth laughed a little harder.

"No, you're not." Dean grabbed Beth by the shoulder he shot her in, and gave it a tight squeeze. "Mom had to go away for so long because her brain was sick, it's okay bub, ' he said when Beth's laughter grew full on manacle, and Sam was showing early signs of upset, 'she just needs to readjust to normal life again." He stood up and hauled a, now hysterical, Beth up with him. "I'm gonna go put Mom to bed." He picked the laughing woman up bridal style, and then turned to Sam. "I want you to get this mess cleaned up, when I get back we gotta get you ready for bed, too." He left the boy to do as he was told and managed his way up the staircase.

He shook her, "Snap out of it!" he demanded. Beth swayed on her feet, clutching at her abdomen as gut clutching hysteria turned into weeping sobs. Dean was disbelieving as Beth threw herself onto the bed, she curled herself into fetal position and pressed her face into a pillow. "Beth…" he said lowly, barely audible over the sound of her crying. "Go away!" Her sobs didn't cease, and hyperventilation began to set in on her. Dean quickly took charge, he pried her up off of the mattress as gently as he could. "Hey, pull yourself together, no chick flick moments." Beth tried to twist her shoulders out of his grip, but he would not let her collapse back into a mess. He pulled her into his chest, she grasped fistfuls of his shirt, and tears soaked his shoulder. "Shhhh, breathe, Beth." He pet her head and held her up tight. Slowly, it had taken fifteen minutes, Beth's hysteria mellowed out into sniffles and hick-ups.

"You okay?"

"M'kay."

"Everything good?"

"Mhm."

"That's great."

"You?"

"All good."

They stood up, and Beth drug her sleeve over her eyes. "I think you should get some rest." Dean advised as she moved to leave the room. She half smiled, "I think I need some beer." she said thickly. He followed her to the kitchen. Sam had cleaned it as he was told, except for the single slab of flattened dough on the dinner table. He and Bobby sat together in front of the clay. "Are you okay, Mommy?" Sam asked. Bobby looked at Beth's tear swollen eyes and immediately darted a darkened gaze in Dean's direction.

"Im fine, sweetie, whatchya got there?" Beth pulled a beer from the casing and flanked over Sam's shoulder. Dean looked at Bobby with wide innocent eyes and shrugged, then turned to drink his beer.

"I had an idea!" Sam exclaimed.

"Let's hear it, champ." Dean said.

He motioned to the blank clay sheet on the table in front of him, "Uncle Bobby is gonna put his hand print first, then you, then Mom, then me." Bobby walked to the clay and pressed his hand into it, "Your turn, John." he pulled his hand up, leaving a perfect mold, then walked to the sink to wash his hands.

Dean slow stepped around the table and sat down his beer, "This was a great idea, Sammy." he said, sounding almost robotic. He pressed his own palm down in center of Bobby's print, which was slightly larger than his own. He pulled his hand up, and then Beth pressed her palm down in the center of his, her print was much smaller and slimmer, but her fingernails almost reached his fingertips as she pulled her hand up and began to scrape bits of clay out from underneath them. Sam pressed his hand in the center of them all, his was the tiniest, and guarded snuggly in their three handprints.

"There! Mom, can we spray paint it gold when it's dry?" Sam asked with a tired smile, "Sure." he picked up a pencil. "Now, how do you spell 'Family is Forever'?" Dean looked at the hunk of dough in amazement. He watched as Beth helped Sam with his spelling as the boy deepened her fine outlines with his own chicken scratch. He was suddenly stormed with emotions, then picked up another beer and drank deeply. "That is beautiful." Beth said when Sam backed away after he had finished. She carefully picked up the wax paper that the clay was rolled out on and stood up, "Let's put this under the window to dry, and then tomorrow after breakfast we will paint it." Sam leaped from the chair and wrapped himself around her leg.

(Day Two)

Beth woke up as the sun's first rays began to shine throughout town. She stretched herself out on the bed, and then was stopped short when she noticed a small arm across her stomach. With tired eyes, she turned over and took in the sight of Sam and Dean, they slept soundly. Sam snuggled closer into her as she rolled over onto her side to face Dean, out of instinct, she reached a hand out and pulled the blanket to cover Sam, then lightly stroked his soft hair. Eventually she could hear his light snores arouse once again, lulled back to sleep. She shifted her gaze and was surprised when Dean's eyes were open in tired slits and he was smiling at her, "Hey." she whispered.

"Good mornin'."

"Dean, what are we going to do?" She motioned to the tiny snoring human nested between them.

Dean's smile was unaltered, "We can cook breakfast." he ruffed, voice still thick with sleep.

He stood and stretched, with a slack tired face and hair sticking up all sorts of crazy, "We'll figure it out, after breakfast." he said. Beth carefully pulled Sam off of her, stood up, and covered him with blankets. Then she small stepped to the door with Dean. "We've got to fix this, how's Sam going to feel if-" Dean shushed her, "Breakfast!" he whined.

"You're seriously crying over bacon and eggs, when our siblings are-"

"You're gonna make bacon and eggs? I love you."

Beth groaned, "Dean!" but placed pans on the fire, she opened up the refrigerator as Dean started with the coffee pot. "Fine," she said, "food first, but I need to go downstairs and talk to my sister." The sound of a frozen slab of bacon hitting a hot cast iron skillet set Dean in a good mood. "Yesterday she told me that you wouldn't work on her." He said casually, leaning over top of her to get mugs out of the top cabinet. Beth squirmed to get away from his pressing, she leaned and grabbed a couple eggs. Then pulled a cigarette from her back pocket, she stuck the end of it into the stove fire before sticking it in her mouth. "Today's a new day, besides, she's my sister." She said, cracking a few eggs over the other pan as he poured two cups of coffee.

"You weren't spitballin when you said she was the evil twin."

"When did I-"

Dean pressed a cup of coffee to her face, she took it immediately, "We were drunk in Jackson."

Beth thought back, trying to remember, "Oh…Ned Head, good times." she muttered, blowing steam from her cup and poking pork.

Dean took in the sight of her, then he pulled the cigarette from her mouth and dropped it into her cup of coffee. "Seriously?" She frowned down into her cup, then lightly shoved him away from the coffee pot as she poured her ruined cup into the sink. "It's setting a bad example for Sam." Dean shrugged, "You're also killing yourself." he sipped his coffee, and then frowned when she pulled another fresh cigarette from her back pocket.

"I'm a hunter, dead man walking, so-" She lit up again and made sure to keep the filter between her fingers.

"Disgusting."

"Buzzkill."

"Ashtray licker."

"Dick licker."

"Oh, screw you."

"Oh, please."

"Don't mind if I do."

"Beth Ann Singer! Dean Winchester!" They turned their heads and welcomed Bobby into the room, "Good morning, Pops- Old man!" Beth grinned awkwardly, and then Dean winked at her as she turned her head back to the stove. She felt her face go red, "Dammit, Dean." she swore under her breath, and Dean laughed then snatched the plates Beth had piled the food on. She turned the stovetop off and leaned against the counter as she blew steam from her fresh cup, lifting the newspaper to read.

Beth had spent her whole life smoking cigarettes and tearing guys a new ass, but with Dean, the flirting came naturally. He reminded her of a rouge Angel hunter she had met one badass hunt shortly after she gave birth to her son, she couldn't exactly remember that evening too well, but it stuck all the years later, and Dean reminded her of that time when she seen that even the Angels didn't want to turn into the monsters that they were set to become. He didn't try to kill her or her baby, he had helped her. Sometimes she thought that Dean was that same exact rouge Angel, just popping back in out of literally nowhere, but that couldn't be, because he didn't smell like Angel Grace, and he could hurt just like any other human. He had caught her giving him that saddened somber look from time to time, and he'd startle for a second, but that was only when she thought she had seen the Angel in him.

And could that man nag right along with her, just as bitchy if the discussion got too serious. He was a few years older than her, although he didn't act it. Maybe it was watching Good Fellas one too many times, he carried the wise guy attitude. She loved that movie, and Dean seemed to have been her Henry. It made her think about how he'd spent his time bustin' his balls all over the country to save humanities ass, just for them all to turn around and try and cut his throat by posting his face in the Most Wanted.

"Dean, what are we going to do about your doppelgangers?"

He frowned up from his toasted grease sandwich, "Oh right, those assholes." he shrugged, "I dunno, but it won't be good."

"Well, we need to come up with something quick." She dropped the newspaper down infront of him, and right there he was on the front page, Blue Steel and all. "Dammit." There had been another mass murder shooting.

"I've been talking to some of the guys, and turns out that Dick Roman is the top dog Leviathan." Bobby said, picking back up on the conversation he'd been having with Dean, "Whatever he's got everyone rallying about, it aint gonna turn out good." then he made a plate, "I'm gonna go feed Kristina." and he made his way to the basement. "When did we start feeding the monsters in the basement?" Dean asked, "Shut up!" Beth dropped a half-eaten piece of toast down on his plate, "Let me." then swiped the food from Bobby's hands.

"There's monsters in the basement?"

They turned their heads, Sam stood ruffled and terrified. Dean forced a laugh, "What?" he pff't, "No, it was a joke." Sam didn't look convinced. "Sammy, look at me." He did. "There is no such thing as monsters."

"Then what does Uncle Bobby mean when he said Leveeathan? That sounds like a monster."

"It's bible study, sweetie, now eat you some breakfast." Beth said in her mom voice, she waltzed around them as Sam took his seat and used her free hand to open the jug of orange juice and pour Sam a glass. She turned around and started toasting more bread. "Are you gonna start going to church, Uncle Bobby?" Sam asked over a mouth of bacon. Dean laughed, watching as Beth passed the toast off on the table and slipping through the basement door.

"Kris, I need you to say something." Beth huffed, tossing the empty plate onto the table, she slummed around and sat cross legged on the floor beside her sister bound in the chair. "I know it sucks being chained down and in serious need of a shower, Kris, I really do – but you asked for it."

"Shut up."

"You talk!"

"Shut up, Beth, go away."

"Ah-ah, Kristina, I am the only person with the power to let you go, we both know this."

"That's such bullshit, go feed it to Dean."

"Who are you working for?"

"What?"

"Sam and Dean, they're just trying to save the world and you are being a real big bitch about it, honey, you literally shrank the kid. I knew you were a big Witchcraft buff, but this? To them? That is so against Hunters Code."

"Hunters Code? Is that why you're sticking up for them instead of me?"

Beth felt like she had been slapped across the face, she stood up, turning her back on her sister. She began to gather the plate and fork when Kris began to laugh. "Is that so?" she laughed some more, "Well get this, you lousy hunting bitch, there's this thing called a Witches Coven. Far more exci-" In an instant Kris stopped smarting off and began to scream in pain as Beth stabbed the fork through her restrained shoulder. She let go, leaving the cutlery protruding from Kristina. "Stop crying like a baby." Beth muttered angrily, then retreated up the steps with the plate in hand.

She walked back into the kitchen and ducked to whisper something into Bobby's ear, his eyes widened, "You what!" shock covered his face, and Beth repeated herself. Bobby quickly stood from the table, "I suggest you guys head out to that place I got in Montana, I'll take care of Kris and call you soon." he said and went into the basement. Dean furrowed his brows in confusion, "What happened?" he asked, knowing he was left out of something. "Sam, go brush your teeth."

She waited until the boy finished his bacon and bolted out of the room, her own frown surfaced and she said. "I stabbed her with a fork." A humored smile pulled at the corners of his mouth, but he was still puzzled, "Why?" he asked. "She's part of a Witches Coven." Dean turned grim, "That's nasty." he said with a frown.

"I don't know why she would do something like this. With her knowledge and my hunting skill, we were the terror twins to every boogeyman we could get our hands on."

He said, "Tell me about your best hunt." out of genuine curiosity he wanted to know. How tough was Beth Singer? She placed her hand in her palm in thought, then her eyes sparkled, "Hands down the vamp nest in Florida when I was almost sixteen." The sudden memory of the event hit Dean and he grinned, "Oh yeah, the one in all of Florida that you walked into alone, like a total dumbass. It was fifteen against two, right?" He asked, the memory of it fading out, making it rough around the edges. In a few seconds, he wouldn't remember it at all.

Her eyes lit up, remembering. "Oh man, it wasn't just a hunt, it was a milesto- wait, how did you know about that?" She looked at him in amazement, "I've never mentioned it to anyone, so how do you know?" her brows crumpled and her hand went back to rest with her other. Dean thought quickly to cover his tail, how did he know? "Uh, Kris mentioned to Sam that she was with you, said it was too big for you to handle on your own."

Beth laughed, "It was," she began, "I was supposed to die during that hunt, but an Angel showed up and helped me wipe the entire family of 'em out." Her smile faltered, "Kris wasn't there." and she looked at him curiously. "Do you believe in Angels, Dean Winchester?" Her face fell in that somber, slack, I-know-something-you-don't-know mask that he had yet to pull off of her face. Then he thought about Cas again. "Yeah," he took a large bite out of his toast, that being a very random question for her to ask, weren't they just yackin about witches? "Aund they're mostly dicks."

"Mostly, ay?" she asked with a smile. He shrugged, "Yeah, I've met one or two that aren't so douchey. Those rebels." He forced a chuckle, then sipped his coffee. "What about you?" He asked. "You ever been touched by an Angel?" Beth's smile turned into a frown, "Was that a question or another pick-up line?" Dean flustered, and Beth erupted with giggles. He cocked a brow, "I dunno, was that a proposal?" and he grinned when Beth instantly stopped laughing and went red in the face. "Dammit, Dean!" His own laughter escaped him, he got her, again.

She stood up. "I'm gonna start packing. We're taking my car."

"No, we're taking Baby."

Beth pointed at his broken leg, "We're taking Curtis." then Sam bolted back into the room with fresh breath and a new change of clothes. "What are we doing today, Dad?" Dean looked at his cast. "Sammy, my boy, we need to find a hacksaw." And that's how Father and Son spent the rest of their time at the Singer Salvage yard.

They all took turns hugging Bobby as they stood next to the Cutty, (Dean was very opinionated on leaving Baby behind) ready for departure. "Thanks for everything, Old Man." She pulled away from him and pecked his cheek before stepping away. After Dean departed from him, he handed him a map with circles. "Here's what I got on the Blue Steel, take a look at it and see if ya'll can make any sense of it," he pulled Dean close and whispered, "and don't do anything stupid, Sam needs to be protected above everything else." Into his ear and pulled him back by the shoulders, giving him that look. Dean nod, "And make sure Dean stay's in line while we're gone." he said loudly while Sam hugged Bobby.

"Why can't Dean go with us? He's been grounded for like a month!" Sam exclaimed.

"Dean will be staying with me for a while." Bobby lied smoothly.

Beth loaded Sam into the back seat and went to close her door, when Bobby hollered out to her. "Hey, you don't want to forget these!" It was her six shooter, which Bobby had taken from her and modified for better hunting, and a dusty bottle of black labeled Jack Daniels. "I know your birthday was yesterday, but -" She squealed and jumped from the vehicle as Dean cranked over the engine. "Thank you, you're the best!" Bobby smiled, "Don't mention it." he told her, and she took in the shine of the freshly polished metal as she got back into the car.

"Mommy has a gun?"

Beth laughed, "Second Amendment, Sam, and nobody can take that right away from me."

"Cool! Hey, Dad, can I have my own gun when I get big enough?"

"Put that thing away!" Dean barked at Beth.

"I'm all out of love, im so lost without you!"

Hours later, Dean drove them across multiple state lines. The radio hummed lowly as Beth read from a stack of old newspapers that featured the Winchester's mugshots. She had a map laid open across the dash, and every so often she'd make another mark on it. Sam held a toy airplane out of the open window and made jet engine sound effects around the wind.

"I know you were right, believing for so long. I'm all out of love, what am I without you?"

Beth looked up from the map Dean gave her and turned the radio all the way down.

"Hey!"

"Does Jericho mean anything to you?"

Dean remembered the Lady in White hunt, "Yeah, why, what's up?" he asked, peering over to sneak a peek at the map. "It's just…" she looked at a newspaper front page, then looked at the map. "What about Black Water Ridge?" Dean's brows furrowed, that was the Wendigo case. His second case with Sam after Sanford.

"Yeah, what else?"

"What are you guys talking about?" Sam asked, now bored of his airplane.

"Mom's remembering the places I took her honeymooning."

"John…"

"C'mon, Mary, you're remembering. It's an improvement, tell me another place."

"So she's getting better?"

Dean smiled, looking into his rearview mirror, "Yeah, she is." he said.

"Uh, how about Lake Mannat– AH!" Beth dropped the now half empty bottle of liquor and clutched her head in her hands. "Ohh!"

"Mom!"

Dean turned his head at her again, "Ay, what's happening?" he asked, concerned. Then he made a quick pull over on the side of the road, dropping the engine into park. He grabbed Beth's hands and pried them away from her face, and she looked at him with terrified red eyes. Dean quickly stepped out of the car and circled around to her door, he pulled it open and took her hand, "Beth?" he whispered frantically as he walked her around to the trunk of the Impala.

"Dean, I can- I can feel the fire- oh my god!" She pulled her hair back out of her face and pinched her eyes shut, then squatted down low. She groaned in agony.

He opened up the trunk and pulled open the compartment, "What?" he asked, wrapping his hand around a bottle of holy water. Then Beth tried to stand back up "St. Louis, something very – Ahh!" She flinched back and smoke rolled off of her skin when Dean flung the water into her face. "Holy shi-"

Beth rubbed the water off of her flesh in a haste, "Dammit, Dean!" she whisper hissed. "That was so uncalled for!"

He shrugged in defense, "Hunters instinct." he stated.

Beth unclutched her face again and looked at him hardly, her eyes were solid red. Out of nowhere his fist flew forward and socked her a good one, she swayed on her feet, and he caught her before she could hit the dirt. "Dammit." He swooped her up and carried her back to the passenger's seat, "Is Mom okay, Dad?" Sam asked in concern as he butted his head over the seat, "She's fine." Dean bit off, then slammed the door shut, he ran back to the driver's seat and hit the road again, this time going faster, detouring his route to St. Louis, the third hunt. The Leviathan were wanting them to come to them, leaving a very personal trail, and Dean was down for that. He was going to take the fight to them.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"I don't know…she fainted."

"Shouldn't we take her to the hospital?" Sam began to get teary eyed.

Dean was at a loss, he didn't know what to do. He got to St. Louis after midnight, and Beth was still K-Oed when they rolled into EMERGENCY at the hospital, much to Sam's panic and crying.

(Day Three)

Beth's head was swimming when she slowly began to come to, everything was fuzzy, and she realized that she was being wheeled into an ER. She paniced, "No!" she began crying and swung her fist into the metal railings of the hospital bed. "Mrs. Smith, im gonna need you to calm down." Somebody said, but it set her off more and she began to kick while she swung, her fists turned red as they began to swell. "We're going to have to restrain her." Beth didn't hear them, she yelled out. "Where is my husband?" At least eight sets of hands surrounded her, grabbing her, they held her down tightly to the bed, and Beth fought.

"Should we diagnose her as demonically possessed?" one nurse asked, and the room hid giggles.

"Get your fucking hands off of me, you mother fuckers!"

"Honey!"

Beth, restrained under lock and key, whirled her head around to the sound of Dean's voice. "You need to calm down if you want untied." He stood next to her bedside, hiding under a truckers cap and with Sam on his hip. He grabbed her hand as she still tried to swing it, the other hand had an IV sticking out of it, and so she couldn't move it a centimeter. "Where are we?"

"St. Louis, Clarks burgers are right around the corner, Mmm." He grinned, licking his lips.

"Mommy, you screamed really loud, and then you fainted. I was really scared." Sam fussed.

Beth glared at Dean, and he noticed that her eyes were only severely bloodshot now.

"I need five hundred milligrams of Thorazine, stat!" Beth yelled toward the doors of the room the medical professionals closed her up in. "Honey, calm down."

"Screw you, you're the one that brought me here." she seethed at Dean. "HEY, can I get some morphine!" She screamed towards the nurses on the other side of the door. One nurse came in and shot her up with Ativan, "Seriously, you're sucking the booze out of me?" she asked in outrage. All of a sudden it hit her, and she looked up at Dean.

"When I get out of here im gonna need the rest of that bottle of Jack."

The nurse laughed, "I suggest Gatorade." and then she took off the restraints as the Ativan made Beth calm, she eyeballed Dean. Beth ignored her and looked at Dean herself, "I got a coupon for ten bucks off of two dozen doughnuts." he looked at her in amazement. "What? I like Boston Creams…" He forced a smile. "Anything for you, sweetheart."

"If you break my heart, I'll break all of your fingers."

Sam gasped, "Mom, that's mean!"

"Those are just the drugs talking, Sammy." Dean told Sam with a chuckle, but Sam, being only six, was confused.

"Noo, imeanit." She slurred.

"My dear, you are one crazy broad."

"Hey!"

They waited around for what seemed like forever for discharge papers. Beth thought about ripping her IV's out and making a run for it, but the Ativan and bag of fluids had her head turned to mush, she could sit there all night. Instead of discharge papers, the three of them were greeted with police officers.

"We were called in over a case of domestic violence." The cop said.

Dean frowned, "What? No, that's ridiculous."

"That bruise on your wife's eye says otherwise, sir."

Another cop spoke up, "Hey, I recognize you, you're one of those guys that did that shooting!" he pointed a finger accusingly. The other cops were hit with realization as they stood frozen. Beth turned to look at him, then touched her eye, she winced, "Dammit, Dean!" she hissed lowly over the cops shouts for them to freeze and put their hands up.

"Woah woah woah woah woah woah, this is a big misunderstanding." Dean tried.

"Shut up!"

"Cuff 'em!"

(Ankeny Sheriff's Office)

Dean and Beth were brought in, little Sam tugged along with Officer Ronald. "I want my phone call!" Dean barked. "Ah, it will be a call, to the FBI." Said the Chief Sheriff. "Get off of me, give me my son!" Beth planted her feet as she was being drug away from everyone. "Take her to cell one, take him to the interview room. Once they're locked and secured, you boys call it a night."

"You guys are making a mistake, my Mommy and Daddy aren't bad guys!" Sam cried, being sat in a plastic chair.

"Not without my son!" Beth dead weighted herself, the officers struggled to drag her out of view to her holding cell.

"Ron, you stay overtime, call CPS, and sit with the kid until they get here."

"I want my son!"

Dean barked from the other side of the police station as he fought his own battle, "SAM! Follow Mom, stay with her! That's an order!" but when Sam tried to make his escape, Officer Ron restrained him. Sam really began crying. Then, once everything had settled in the room, Officer Ron civilly sat next to a weeping Sam and asked him. "Hey, how's about I get you some color pages and badge stickers, yeah?" Sam nod his head, and used his sleeve to wipe the snot from his nose. Once the cop got up and left, Sam looked to and fro in the directions that his parents were dragged off to. He leaped from the chair, and decided to try and find his way toward cell block number one, with Officer Ron's set of keys in his tiny hands.

Sam got lost around the station, but he refused to admit defeat and his little feet carried him down the halls. Eventually, he could hear the sound of his mom yelling at the old man Chief, "Hey, I want my phone call!" he followed the sound of her voice. "You're an accomplice to mass murder and you want me to-"

"Please, just one phone call?"

He was getting closer.

"Dad, we got popped."

Closer.

"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can-" Uncle Bobby was cut off, "There's no time, I took a nap and we woke up in St. Louis." She said.

"Okay, remember the chemical sodium borate?"

"The convenient store guy, yeah!"

He was getting farther away, he couldn't hear her as close, and eventually he somehow found himself circled back into the main lobby where he froze in terror. Officer Ron was being eaten by two other cops, only they weren't cops, just dressed like them. They were monsters with shark teeth for heads. Sam almost wet himself, thank god he used it at the hospital. Fear swallowed him, where was Dean? Why did he have to stay with Uncle Bobby in Boot Camp? Why did his dad lie to him about monsters?

He felt a hand wrap around his mouth, and he screamed, but no sound came out because of the hand. He looked up in a panic, it was the Chief, he held a finger up to his lips to shush Sam before he removed his hand and guided the child as fast as he could away from the monsters, he lead him to cell block one.

Beth paced the floor of the cell, "Mommy! Mommy!" she turned and seen little Sam and the Chief return, both looking a little green. "What is it, what happened?" The chief stuttered for words. "I –uh – its just…I don't know what I just saw."

"Mommy! Monsters are real!" Sam shouted in freight.

"Let me out of here." Beth barked at the chief in a grave tone, and the chief did not argue with her anymore, he opened her cell. Sam ran to her, and she swooped him up and held him tightly. She turned on the chief, "Listen to me, keep your head down and get everything that says borax." The chief looked stuck. "Go!" she barked in severity.

"Mommy, we have to find Daddy before the monsters do! Then we have to get out of here before they eat us! Oh, Mommy, im scared, they had shark teeth for heads! They ate Officer Ron!" Sam hid his face in the crook of her neck and shook in terror. Beth shushed him and tried to come up with words of comfort, with Sam on her hip, she walked quickly out of the holding hall.

When they reached the lobby, she walked over to the dead half eaten Officer Ron and took his gun, "Daddy?" when she turned, Dean stood in front of them.

"John?" he smiled, "Not John." she began to back away and Dad began to approach them. "Cover your ears, Sam, this will be loud." He covered his ears and not even a second later the gun went off, again and again. Sam uncovered his ears as his mom sat him to his feet, "Sam, run!" that's when Dad smacked Mom so hard she went airborne and crashed the glass casing, she hit the floor. "Mom!"

"Run, Sammy!" Sam took off and, it was a strike of luck, he found himself in the right room. "Dad, you lied, you told me monsters weren't real!" Sam ran to him, "Sammy!" he looked gobsmacked. Someone said, "That's cute." and Sam turned his head and seen a mysterious really tall man towering over them. Suddenly the door burst open, and mom stepped in and splashed a bottle of something on the tall guy, he instantly hunkered over in bad pain, smoke rolled from him and Sam almost fainted when he seen the guys skull. Mom swung the axe and cut the monsters head off. Sam, having been traumatized so terribly, dropped the keys into his Dad's hands and began weeping again. "Just sleep, Sammy, when you wake up it will be better. I promise." His Dad told him, sounding very sad.

(Day Four)

Sam was sound asleep in the backseat of the cutlass when they arrived at the ocean bridge the next morning. Beth popped her trunk, "I don't know, Dean, I'm thinking we should keep these and mount them on the wall." she said as she looked at the plastic wrapped heads in the box. She peered over the trunk and seen his stiffened stone face watching Sam sleep through the window.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"It's something."

Dean turned to face her, a frown set his face, "That Leviathan told me all kinds of crap about Sam, before you crashed in like the Walker Texas Ranger." he fessed up. "And?" Beth asked, she picked up the box and shut the trunk. "And his head is broken! I was jus- I was thinking that maybe we could just keep Sam small like he is, and give up the job." He took the box from her and chucked it as hard as he could over the side and into the water, they leaned against the pier together. Dean looked at her again, "We could raise him, couldn't we? He could be normal, and never have to deal with this monster crap another day of his life again." he proposed, dead serious as a heart attack. Beth frowned. "Ask yourself, how would that be fair to Sam?" She said. "The only thing he really wants since all this crap went down is his big brother." They turned their heads and looked back at the cutlass' back glass where a sleeping child laid.