As Dean had predicted they made Vegas by dinner time. Dean pulled into the parking lot of a back street bar, not only having learned by now that it was the best way to avoid reporters, but it was a bar he'd been to before. It had good food, decent music even if it wasn't his beloved mullet rock and hot chicks for waitresses. It also had a legal poker game in the back. He knew that Sam would be satisfied with waiting and eating dinner at the bar while he played a game or two. Or maybe got a date with one of the waitresses, the last one he'd picked up here had been really hot in the backseat.
The moment Sam saw the waitress he knew this was it. He just thanked God that Dean trusted him enough to hand over his weapons. Not without questions no, but he had never had a problem with questions, unlike their father. He sat through the flirting and the invitation to come back to her place to take up where they'd left off. It was all he could do to keep his face neutral. It wasn't neutral enough to Dean.
He almost stopped flirting with the waitress, but caught Sam's headshake. This was whatever they were here for then. Maybe she was in trouble and he was here to help. Ok, he'd forgo the poker game in the back and stick to business. Whatever was going on was more important than adding to the family coffers, not that that was a problem anymore.
Since they had become THE Hunting Family in the US, Sam had set them up with a web site that would, after much screening, send them paying jobs. It was just one of the web sites that the REAL demon hunters around the world were setting up. Each site was linked to other sites where hunters advertised their various specialties. It was all watched over by, appropriately, the Watcher's Council. They were the largest single hunting organization in the world. Thanks to their web mistress, no fake hunters could link to their web sites. That meant that their reputation outside of the hunting community was gaining a five star rating. Any one who had a real problem went there.
That was where Dad was right now. That particular haunted house was very nasty, with multiple murder victims haunting the place. John wouldn't have taken the job without both of his sons to back him up if it hadn't been near Bobby's place and Caleb had been there for a visit. With those two to back him up, Dean knew he would be relatively safe and Sam did need to get back in time for school. Even after the fee was split three ways with Caleb and Bobby, John's share would hold them over for a good three months and provide Sam with some spending money at school.
Dean and Sam followed Misty the waitress back to her apartment. "Are you going to give me a clue here Sam?" Dean asked looking up at the run down building.
"No, just be ready for anything. I've got your back out here." Dean nodded and wished that his little brother would have allowed him to take his weapons. But the trust he had in Sam meant that there wasn't so much as a pocket knife on him. He felt naked. Taking a deep breath he got out of the car and went up to the apartment.
Misty opened the door and said, "Good you're here. I'll just be a minute." He slowly walked into the living room, every sense on alert while she went into a room in the back.
Outside the apartment building Sam could see the cops pulling up. There were multiple cars and Sam couldn't seem to pull in enough oxygen to breath. Would Dean's not having a weapon be enough to save his life? He called for an ambulance.
Dean wasn't standing in the doorway to the apartment, which was a fact he would later say many thank you prayers for. As he turned back from scanning the room one more time to the sound of the bedroom door opening, his hearing cut out as his eyes took in an unspeakable sight. Misty was yelling something about a kid and throwing a bundle with small waving arms at him. Instinctively he threw himself on the floor, reaching out and just catching the bundle.
His hearing returned as the door was broken down, but all he could hear were the baby's screams of pain. He had managed to catch the baby, but it hadn't been enough. He was laying full length on the living room carpet with his arms fully extended and the baby's head cradled at his elbows. The baby's arms and legs hadn't been cushioned, and if that wasn't multiple breaks he saw, he was a Windego.
"Freeze Las Vegas PD!"
"GET AN AMBULANCE!" Dean screamed.