A/N: Last chapter! Yay!

"WHAT?!"

Sam wanted to tell Evy to calm down, that Bobbie was sleeping, but he decided not to. When he'd hung up the phone with Dean, Sam had fought the urge to go and hunt the bastard down himself. But Evy needed him more. The possibility that it could have been Evans hadn't even occurred to Sam. He'd hoped that Bill Evans would rot in hell forever for the damage he'd done to Evy. Apparently wishes meant nothing.

"That son of a bitch…he touched my children?"

"Baby, calm down…"

"No! Calm down, are you serious?" Evy yelled.

"Yes. Calm down because Bobbie is sleeping." Sam said.

Evy turned her anger down a notch, not wanting to deal with a crying and inquisitive Bobbie when she felt she was in the midst of a breakdown. The moment she took to take a deep breath turned her anger into panic. A deep seeded, awful panic that had, with time, only buried itself. It hadn't been this sharp since the afternoon a decade and a half earlier that Sam had thrown Evans against a wall and told him not to approach her again or he'd make him wish he was dead. Evy shook with fear, and the tears started to flow freely.

"He's got my baby."

Sam swallowed hard. "I know. I know, baby. But listen to me. Dean is out there. He is working as hard and as fast as he can to get them back."

"And Mickey…"

"Mickey's strong. He'll be okay."

"If he's not already dead…" Evy said, tears starting to clog her words.

"Hey. You can't think that way." Sam said.

"I still feel him sometimes." Evy said, lowering herself to the couch. "When I'm alone, or in the car and the kids are asleep or something. I feel like he's gonna come from around the corner and…"

"No." Sam said firmly, taking his seat beside her. "Listen to me. He will never get his hands on you, Mickey, or the kids ever again." Sam suddenly remembered the promise he'd made to Evy after Evans had attacked her. "Listen, when Dean finds Evans…"

"Kill him." Evy said with a firmness that shook Sam to his core.

Sam nodded. "Okay."

Mickey had been swallowing his own panic as Sam calmed Evy. Sammy was getting worse. It had been over an hour since he'd had the conversation with Sammy about who Evans was. Sammy had slept for a few minutes, then woken up violently coughing. Mickey would have sold everything he owned for a bottle of cold water and a dose of NyQuil to make the sick little boy go back to sleep. But all he could do was hold Sammy and tell him that everything would be okay. Suddenly, the door to the room opened and Evans stepped back inside. Mickey forgot his anger at Evans, burying it in the farfetched hope of gaining some compassion from him.

"Please, please, let me get him to a hospital."

"Now why on Earth would I do that?" Evans asked. "Let you out of my grasp?"

"Then take him to a hospital. Please. This fever will kill him."

"You trust me not to kill him?" Evans asked with a sneer. "Like I killed your little girl?"

Mickey's heart froze. "You're lying."

"And your precious little boy's next."

The next ten seconds stretched in Mickey's memory as if it took hours. He processed Evan's threat in his mind. When he realized what it was Evans said, he pulled both arms around Sammy's waist, doing everything he could to shield him from being taken from him. A loud sound that Mickey immediately identified as gunfire rang out, and Mickey instinctively covered Sammy's head. Evans fell to the ground, a large hole in the back of his head and blood pooling out of it onto the ground. Dean suddenly appeared in front of him. Jody stood at the door, smoke still coming out of her gun.

"Hey. You guys okay?"

"Dean? How'd you find us?" Mickey asked.

"Long story." Dean said. "You guys alright?"

"No." Mickey said, his cop instinct kicking back into gear. "Feel his forehead."

Dean put a hand to Sammy's forehead and drew it back sharply. "He's burning up. Come on, we gotta go."

"Dean, Bobbie…"

"She made it home." Dean said. "She's fine."

Relief washed over Mickey, but there was no time to worry about it. "Dean, can you take him?"

"Yeah." Dean pulled the distraught Sammy out of his dad's arms, and immediately Sammy started crying even harder. "Shh. It's okay, buddy. It's Deedee. I got you."

"Deedee? Where sissy?"

"She's okay bud. She's at home with mommy." Dean said. Mickey was back on his feet now. "Hey. I know you're worried about him. But I need you to trust me and not ask questions for a little while. Okay?"

"Dean, what the hell are you talking about?" Mickey asked. "We've got to get to the hospital."

"Please. Just trust me. Okay? We're gonna get him help."

"Dean."

Mickey jumped. "Cass?"

"Yes. Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" Mickey asked. "What the hell is going on? How did you get here so fast?"

"Just trust me, Mick." Dean said.

Mickey nodded. "Okay. I trust you."

"Dean?" Jody had been standing in the doorway, waiting to see if Dean needed her help. "I'm gonna drive back."

"Thanks, Jody." Dean said.

Jody left, and before Mickey knew what was happening, they were back in the living room. Mickey heard a scream, a mix of shock and joy, and someone's arms were around his neck.

"Evy?"

"Oh my God are you okay?" Evy asked, squeezing his neck so tight that she was cutting off his circulation.

"Babe, you gotta let me go. I can't breathe."

"Where's Sammy?" Mickey asked.

"I got him right here." Dean said. He was laying Sammy down on the couch. "Ready, Cass?"

"Ready for what?" Mickey asked again, exasperated. "Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Babe." Evy pulled Mickey around and placed both hands on his cheeks. "Listen to me. I swear, once the kids are in bed tonight, Daddy, Dean, and I will tell you everything. Please just trust all of us right now."

"I do trust you, babe." Mickey said.

"Okay. This is going to sound crazy, but Cass can cure Sammy."

"Cure him?"

"Yes. Just let him do it, then we'll wake up Bobbie, spend the rest of the day together. Tonight, after they're asleep, I'll tell you everything. Deal?"

Mickey nodded. "Deal."

"Okay." Evy released him and grabbed his hand. "Cass?"

Cass didn't respond, just placed two fingers on Sammy's forehead. A few seconds later, Sammy opened his tired eyes and looked around. He registered that he was in his living room at home, instead of in the scary dark room with his daddy holding him. When he turned around, his eyes landed squarely on Evy.

"Mommy?"

"Hey." Evy said, tears of joy falling down her face even faster than the ones of fear from earlier. She rushed to the couch and picked him up. "How you feeling?"

"Tired." Sammy said. "When I get home?"

"Just a minute ago, sweetheart." Evy said. "You're safe now."

"Where Daddy?"

"I'm right here, buddy." Mickey said. "We're home."

"Daddy?" Evy asked. "Will you go wake up Bobbie?"

"You bet." Sam said. "Be right back."

"Mommy?" Sammy said. "I'm sorry he hurt you."

"Who, baby?" Evy asked.

Mickey frowned. "I told him that the man that took us hurt you a long time ago. That's all I said."

Evy nodded. "Thank you, baby. But mommy's okay now. Especially now that you're home."

"DADDY! BUBBY!"

Sam had been carrying Bobbie from her room. They'd heard her whining a little from being woken up, but the second that she'd spotted her father and brother all thoughts of sleep fled from her. She started squirming in Sam's arms, and Sam placed her down on the floor. The rest of the afternoon, Mickey and Evy weren't able to go anywhere or do anything without at least one kid hanging on to them. When they had finally been put to sleep, Evy took Mickey downstairs. Sam and Dean stayed there for support.

"Well, babe, here goes. The thing about monsters is this…"