Rating: T

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Dean woke up tied to a chair, not sure how long he had been out. The last thing he remembered was walking to the Impala from the hospital. He was on his way to the motel to get some rest and research what the hell was going on in Ohio while Sam waited with Bobby. Bobby had dodged a bullet, nothing like having a deal with a demon to keep the vessel ticking. Bobby's rapid recovery surprised the doctors, but not the Winchesters. Crowley was still coming for the Winchester's foster father. Problem number 999 to deal with at a later time, right now he had to get free.

It was dark in the room and his face felt like he had gone 12 rounds with a meat tenderizer. He thought his shoulder was dislocated too. The iron smell of blood, and lots of it filled his nose. As his eyes adjusted he saw he was in a bedroom, well at least there was a bed in the room. Weather it was used as a bedroom he didn't know but as his eyes adjusted more he saw the large figure of his brother tied to the bed.

"Sam," his voice was raspy. "Sam wake up. Come on man wake up." Dean didn't know how awake he was himself. Things were foggy in his mind. Sam didn't make a sound or a move. It was too dark to tell if his brother's chest was rising with breath or not. His focus turned from Sam to the door opening.

"Dean Winchester," the female vampire said. "So glad you're awake." She sauntered over to his tied form and straddled his lap.

"Lap dances are so much better when the stripper is crying," he said smugly.

"Oh baby you're going to be the one crying." She roughly kissed him.

He fought to keep her tongue out of his mouth but his face screamed out in pain. Pulling away she ran a sharp fingernail down the front of his t-shirt, slicing it and his skin. She sucked his blood off her finger, then put it up to his lips.

"My warriors are on a hunting trip of their own Dean. Hunting a sweet little thing, 7 months pregnant, and a 12 year old boy. They're going to bring them back to our nest and then the fun begins."

She got off of his lap and walked over to Sam. She ran her hand down Sam's chest and then looked at Dean and smiled evilly. "And then I'm going to turn your family Dean. And once they're turned I'm going to set them loose on your baby brother."

She walked seductively back to Dean and smacked him hard across the cheek. Grabbing his hurt face she held him still as she said the last of her plan.

"You're going to either have to kill your beloved wife and son, or watch them kill you darling baby brother. Weren't you the one that was always supposed to protect him? You can't protect anyone Dean. Someone you love is going to die and I'm going to be watching the devastation on your face."

"You are one evil bitch," he spat at her.

"Always baby," she winked at him and left him alone in the dark. The only consolation he had was the fact that Sam was still alive. Other than that he had no idea how he was going to get out of this. Hell he didn't even remember him and Sam being grabbed by vampire sons of bitches!

Abigail had booked the first flight to Indianapolis and rented a car to take her and Nessa to Cicero. Ben had called back and told them that Lisa was stable, that they had successfully stopped the premature labor. Panic time now because Sam wasn't answering his phone, and Bobby was awake and hadn't seen the boys in a while. Since she was pregnant she had lost her ability to sense both Sam and her brother, her blood was dormant. It sucked ass that she didn't know what Sam was experiencing, if he was ok, if he was in trouble. He was a Winchester so of course he was in trouble – no matter what they did trouble always found them.

She knew where he was, where he was staying, that Bobby was ok but Ben needed her. The mother/nurturing aspect of her had developed at a young age and had grown stronger with the birth of her niece. Ben was family and he needed someone there with him since Dean was in Ohio, and god knows where or what had happened to him. As much as she hated not knowing about Sam at least he was old enough to take care of himself, he wasn't a frightened and confused little boy. Although said little boy had been awesome in taking out a vampire! Before she left for the airport she put a few calls into hunters she knew in the area; people that could be trusted. They were on the lookout for the Winchesters and would call her when they found out anything. So far no calls, but she was confident in the hunters she had called. Her mind was somewhat eased by that fact. A phone call from Sam would have been better, but she had to deal with one thing at a time.

They were asking a lot of questions at the hospital. Like why the bedroom windows were broken out, why there were bloodstains near the bed, and the worse was the police asking him where his dad was. He calmly explained it all, as he had rehearsed to himself. When he heard Child Protective Services mentioned he got scared. A few moments later a really nice woman was talking to him. It was too soon for her to be from CPS, plus she was way too grandmotherly. She said her name was Mary and with her he felt safe. His dad had told him to trust his instinct. Ben's instinct was saying this lady could be trusted.

Her grandson was a smart one. Whenever someone new came into his mother's room he would subtly say "Christo." And he had managed to tuck a Colt revolver into his backpack. But hospital security in Cicero was not going to go through a 12 year olds backpack. Dean had taught him well and she didn't know if she should be upset or proud. So she decided to be proud. Hunting wasn't the life she wanted for her kids but it was always going to be a part of their lives – she would just have to accept it. Deal with it. She stayed by his side as his mother's vitals crashed. Lisa was going back into labor and the doctor couldn't stop it this time! Apparently she had an infection and that was what was triggering the premature labor.

Mary could buy the infection idea from the doctor but she also realized there were a few demons she knew of that could cause difficult childbirth, even miscarriages. Question was which one was it? Infection or demon? And if it was a demon causing it how to take it out in a hospital?

John Winchester had seen a lot of things but an angel of the Lord, and one that was in charge of Heaven post-Apocalypse, that was something new. Not to mention being yanked off the street by said trench coat wearing angel. And now this? The trench coat wearing angel was telling him that the last request of his youngest son before he stopped the Apocalypse was to have his parents back…and that Heaven was granting Sam's wish. That was a little too much to process, but life wasn't going to let him have down time.

"Dean and Sam have been taken by vampires," Castiel said. "Do you have what you need for an assault on a vampire nest?"

He thought about it for a second. Heaven had brought him back, his truck, and in his truck all his gear…strange coincidence he thought. It was almost as if they had known he was going to assume the mantle of hunter again.

"Yeah, I'm good," he said in the John Winchester's going to kick ass voice. The same voice Dean often used before he blew the sons-of-bitches away.

"I'll explain everything to you later but right now we need to rescue your sons and my friends."

"Sam you awake?"

This time Dean breathed a sigh of relief as his brother answered him, "Yeah. What the hell?"

"We're in a vampire nest." He didn't have the heart to tell his brother the vampire's plans for them. "Can you get loose?"

Minutes slowly crept by as both brothers struggled against their bonds, but the vamps had tied them to securely. A howling screech was heard from downstairs and then the pounding of feet on the stairs. A second later the bedroom door was torn off its hinges by the female vampire.

"My brother is dead," she screamed at Dean! He was prepared for the blow this time and it sent his chair sideways.

She was over him in a heartbeat. The next thing he knew she was trying to rip his throat out, had gotten a nice chunk of his flesh. He thought she would tear his throat out but then she stopped. The warm blood oozed down his neck and was pooling on the floor.

"Your bloody son killed my brother. Now you're going to kill yours."

She bit her wrist and once the blood began to drip she forced Dean's mouth open. One drop went into his mouth, then several more before he heard another scream come from downstairs. It distracted the vamp enough that he was able to shift his weight and knock her off, though still tied to the chair. On his side he began to spit out the vile blood in his mouth. Luckily whatever was going on downstairs took the bitch's attention and she left them alone.

"Dean!" Sam yelled. "You alright?"

"Peachy," he spat out at his brother. "Got some of her blood in my mouth." He hoped it wasn't enough to turn him.

"You'll be fine," he recognized that voice. It was Castiel!

"Cas," Sam said as he struggled to free himself.

Castiel had Dean upright and free. Once free, even though he was in agony, Dean rushed to Sam and untied his brother. Neither Winchester was prepared for the next voice they heard.

"Dean, Sam." John's voice was clear and strong. Both boys looked to the figure standing in the doorway.

"Dad?" They both said at the same time.

Back in Indiana Lisa Braden Winchester gave birth to a baby girl at 28 weeks. Lisa's chances of survival was good, the baby had a 50/50 chance. It was definitely a demon that had caused Lisa's early birth – Mary was sure of it now that the doctor's couldn't detect any infection in Lisa's blood. This was going to require a whole new level of protection for her son's family. She hoped she was still up to the fight. Looking at her grandson, staring at his painfully tiny sister and all the tubes coming out of her, she knew she was ready to fight for her family.