The room was quiet as the night settled into the late hours, the young girl lay sleeping curled up next to a large man who held her and rocked her when she would whimper. The man lay awake wishing that Bobby would hurry the Hell up and get there, he tried to sleep up each time he would close his eyes he was met with images of his children being torture and screaming out for him to help them. He could not deal with that right now. It was all that he could do to keep himself with the girl till Bobby got here; she had begged him to stay with her, after he had told her that her daddy was dead. It had been the hardest thing he had ever had to do next to burying his Mary. He just could not lie to her; she had asked him if he knew where her daddy was. John has wanted to lie and let her keep thinking that her daddy would ride in and save the day, But he was a marine and they did not lie to save face, it was something his honor would not allow. So he told the child that he knew that her father was passed and that he had thought of her last, asking his to take care of things for him. The girl had just looked at John when he told her and nodded her little head. Then in a quiet voice she told him, "It was the demon you know. The one that killed my mother and older brother, daddy had hunted it since I was little." She sniffled then and looked up at him with too old eyes, "It told me when it took him on that last hunt daddy and I did. It told me my daddy was dead, I just hoped you know…it was lying. What do I do now?"

John pulled the small girl into his arms as the tear fell quietly from her eyes, "If you want you can stay with me and my boys or you can live with bobby or maybe even Ellen."

"I could stay with Sam and Dean."

"Yeah if you want you can stay with them. But you have to listen to me and obey my rules. Could you do that honey?"

Kisha looked up at John and thought about everything the boys had told her about their dad while they waited to be saved. They had said he was a superhero, who would always come for them. Kisha wondered if John would use her as bait like her own father had done during hunts. She had never liked being the bait. "Dean said he would take care of me, and protect me so I want to stay with them. "

'Sweetie, do you know where the boys are now? Travin said that he moved them is that true?"

"No they were still in that cellar thing when I was brought here. I hear Kyle telling them that he had plans for when you showed up. He sounded mad that you were coming."

"How bad are the boys hurt do you know?"

"No. After I broke my arm they took me away. I could hear them screaming but I never got to see them again after that. I'm sorry, Mister."

"It's okay let's go get some rest and wait for my friend Bobby to get here. You can rest now, honey I will not let anything happen to you." John climbed into his truck and headed to the motel that he was staying and prayed that Bobby would get there soon. He wanted his boys back now.

Sam woke up to the sound of Dean moaning in his sleep, resting his hand on his brother's forehead he could feel the heat raising off his skin. The younger boy had no idea what he could do for his brother to help him with a fever. Dean was always the one that took care of things, he would fix the mess they were in now. Running his finger under the collar that bound Dean neck to the wall he checked to make sure it was not too tight and that Dean could still breathe. "Wish I had a paper clip. Then I could get that thing off you." Sam lifted Dean's head from his lap and stood, to explore the new room they were in. Sam moved to the door and tried the handle knowing it would be locked but just having to try anyway. "Where are you dad?" Sam asked the empty air around him. "Dad will be here soon Sammy."

Spinning around he saw Dean starting to sit up on the bed. 'Find anything to help us get out of here?"

"No. What do you think he will do to us next?"

The fear was clear in Sam's voice and it killed the big brother inside Dean to hear the fear knowing there was not a damn thing he could do to protect him from the mad man that held them. He could only pretend not to be scared shitless himself and wait for their dad to come and save them. Kyle had told him that John was coming, and that he had plans for one last game. One in which he did not care if the boys survived or not. That caused Dean to worry, no so much for himself but for Sammy. The little boy had already been hurt more than Dean liked to deal with. His back still had weeping cuts on it and the burns on his legs and sides were the clips had been were starting to look infected. "I don't know Sammy. Come here and sit down for awhile." Dean wanted his brother back closer to him. But before he could take a step the door to their cell opened and Kyle stepped in. Sam turned to look up at the older man and fell into a fighting stance before his brother.

"Well I see you two are up and ready for your big day! Come on Sam I need to set you. Daddy should be here soon and I know how much you to are looking forward to seeing him. One question, who do you two think Daddy will save first?" reaching out a Hand to try and grab Sam Kyle received a powerful kick to his ribs. "So the last beat down not enough for you little Sambo?"

"Let us go or I'm going to kick your ass." Sam growled in his best dean voice. Kyle just laughed at the thin teen who was trying to protect his big brother. Looking at the older boy he grinned.

"He is so cute. Just like a little puppy, but just like a puppy you have to teach then who is in change." A quick fight broke out with fist and feet flying in every direction and ended with Sam on the floor whit his arm pinned Kyle's hand. His wrist was twisted at a painful angle in the arm lock which had Kyle's foot resting in his armpit. Dean and Sam both knew how easy it would be for Kyle to snap, and dislocate the arm and shoulder in this hold.

Dean looked at Kyle and begged for his brother, "Please….Don't….His just a kid…Please….You won just let him go."

"now Dean if I let him go what will he learn?" leaning back quickly while pushing with his foot that rested in the boys armpit Kyle laughed as Sam's shoulder made a loud POP that caused Both boys to scream out one in pain and the other in pure rage. Sam's tears fell to the floor as he banged his forehand in his free arm. Reaching out with the arm he tried to drag himself closer to safety to Dean. "Dean make him stop!! PLEASE!!MAKE HIM STOP!!! ARGH!!"

Kyle watched as the boy tried to reach his brother once again. He was not expecting it when a boot hit him in the face. Which cause him to let go of Sam as blood poured him his now busted nose. Once he felt the hands release he crawled to his brother's side. Dean picks the boy up and held him to his chest knowing that Kyle would take Sam from him when he recovered.

"Cute Real CUTE!!! Now give him to me and I will not hurt him for this bloody nose you gave me. You make me take him and I swear you will listen to him scream before I come back for you."

'Don't let him have me Please DE!!"

Dean growled at Kyle hating the man. "Take me. Leave Sam alone."

"Sorry Dean no can do. Sam has to come with me now. Are we doing this the easy way or the hard way? Your choice." Seeing Dean pull Sam tighter into his chest and was the way he folded himself around the boy told Kyle everything he needed to know. "Hard way it is then."

Kyle removed something from his pocket that Dean could not see as he talked to Sam trying to comfort the boy, but knowing that Kyle would win. With him bound to the wall he only could move so much and Sam's body wrapped around his chest limited his movements even more. Both boys knew it was hopeless but neither of them could just let the other be taken. Suddenly a shock of electricity ran from the collar on his neck down his body then into Sam's causing both boys to cry out. Dean fell to his knees releasing his hold on Sam. Sam tried to hold on to dean's neck but his hands release as soon as the shock ended. Kyle quickly grabbed Sam by the leg and pulled him outside of Dean's reach. While he pressed the button he held in his hand again sending another shock to the neck collar the boy wore. "You got to love these new dog collars. Packs a punch huh Dean? Now you rest for a while and listen for Sammy he to scream for you. I am going to enjoy this Dean."

Dean could only watch helpless as Sam was dragged kicking and scream from the cell. Soon the halls were filled with the cries and screams of his baby brother, falling to his knees with his hands covering his ears Dean chanted to himself, "I'm sorry Sammy. I'm sorry" as his tears fell from his eyes.