Like a lot of people in the US, Warrick Brown had been following the story of the Demon Hunting Winchesters for the past four months. He never thought he'd get to meet any of them. But it looked like tonight he would. Sam Winchester, the Seer of the family, was standing in the doorway to the infant pediatric ward of the Las Vegas Community General. He was also carving something on the doorway just above his head with a rather large knife. A duffle bag that Warrick assumed had his Hunting gear was at his feet.
"What are you doing?" Warrick asked, half puzzled and half amused.
"Carving warding sigils to guard the children," Sam said, not bothering to look behind him.
"Um, it isn't that I'm against guarding children. But is the supernatural really that much of a threat here? Is something after the kids?" Warrick asked. He hadn't considered a hospital a place where someone should be wary.
Sam half laughed, half sighed. "Hospitals are a good source of death, both from illness and violence. Violent deaths are a magnet for trouble. When you add in Winchester kids, it pays to take as many precautions as possible." He turned around and faced the large black man.
"Winchester kids?" Warrick was confused; no one had told him that there were any Winchester children here. Heck he hadn't even known there were any Winchester children.
"The twins brought in tonight are my brother's children. He doesn't know that yet. The only reason I know is because I had a vision and I heard what that bitch was screaming at him when she threw Dean's little girl." Sam took a deep breath to get his anger under control.
"There is nothing more important to my family, than family. That's why we became Hunters in the first place. A demon killed my mother when I was six months old, right above my crib. The very idea of hurting or neglecting one of our kids is," he shook his head, not being able to wrap his mind around it, "Unconceivable.
"Even before we were old enough to Hunt we were never told we were worthless brats. Dad may have left us alone a time or two, but it was only after Dean was old enough to look after the both of us." Sam took another deep breath to combat his anger.
"Dean's going to go through the roof when he finds out these are his kids. You'd better wait to tell him until you know he can have custody and she'll be going to jail for what she did, not that it's going to help her any."
"What do you mean it's not going to help her any?" Warrick had been following along until that last sentence. He followed Sam into the ward where he put his duffle bag down next to the bassinet where the twins were. Vegas General was a hospital that believed in doing everything that they could for their patients, even if it wasn't standard procedure elsewhere. Twins and other multiple birth children were always placed in the same bassinet if they were under six months old.
Sam turned around and looked at Warrick, the determination and anger vivid on his face. "I mean that we won't protect her after what she did. No one else will either. We know that the demon that killed my mother is still after my family. We've killed too many of its spawn for it to leave us alone. The chances of it not going after her are pretty slim."
He reached into his bag and brought out a canister of salt and a bag of cat's eye shells. These he spread in a ring around both babies. He turned to the nurse who was hovering next to him. "Don't break the circle. It will keep out spirits and demons and is for their protection. You can reach into without a problem; just don't take them out of it if at all possible."
"The little girl still needs to get casts put on," the nurse said apologetically. She understood that Sam was trying to help.
Sam nodded, "I did say any more than necessary. I understand you'll have to move them occasionally. I'll go with the one you have to move and stand guard." He then went to line the windows and doorways with salt.
Warrick turned to the doctor who had just stepped around Sam, entering the ward and carrying two files. "Hi, I'm Warrick Brown. I'm with the crime lab." He showed his id to the doctor. "What can you tell me about the twins that came in tonight?"
The doctor sighed, she hated cases like this. "Baby John and Jane Doe, well both children are abused. The little girl is the worst off with multiple fractures of both arms and both legs. We've got them splinted and iced so as to bring down the swelling. We'll be getting her into casts shortly. Both children are bruised, from what I can tell; I'd say that it was due to mishandling rather than punching. Neither of the children show any sign of shaken baby syndrome. Both are undernourished and filthy. My guess is that the mother neglected them and handled them roughly. This has been going on for a while, so probably since they've been born. These are the first broken bones but they're doozies."
"Was it possible the little girl was thrown across the room?" Warrick had talked to Brass before coming down to the hospital and that was Brass' guess. That combined with Sam Winchester's statement that he had 'seen' the little girl thrown had Brown leaning towards that being the case.
"If someone partially caught her, possibly. Her head and spine weren't injured. The breaks came from this direction," the doctor demonstrated by manipulating Warrick's arm and smacking it gently. "This was the site of impact."
"Have they been cleaned up yet?" Warrick hoped not for their sake. It would have washed any evidence away.
"Not yet," the doctor smiled, "We've been waiting for you. Send whoever did this away for a long time, please."
"We'll do our best," Warrick promised. Considering the fact that next to the FBI lab in Virginia, Las Vegas had the best crime lab in the country, Warrick was sure that they be able to get a conviction.