Allan sat looking out the window, his head resting on the glass and his eyes closing and opening as he fought to stay awake. Of course he knew the Sidhes favorite victims were children but after a monster had nearly killed his daughter he knew that the safest place for her was with him. Even if that meant she was right in the middle of a Sidhe swarm. With Sidhe around demons wouldn't dare venture near enough to harm her. It was a hard sell to his sister but he thought he had reasoned enough with her. Now both Abby and Nessa were asleep on the bed, with Nessa nestled in Abby's arms. He needed to sleep but he feared if he closed his eyes to sleep when he woke Nessa would be gone.

He had searched for a reason why Nessa was targeted but came up with nothing. He began researching again hoping to find something he had missed. He must have dozed off because the roar of an engine, the slamming of heavy doors woke him up with a start. Looking back out the window he saw Dean Winchester had returned. Then he heard his sister coming toward him.

"What's wrong," she asked groggily?

"Nothing, I must have dozed off. Dean coming in startled me. That car is loud."

She went to the coffee maker and began brewing. "Get some rest. I'll stand guard."

Rest sounded good so he went and lay down beside his daughter, wrapping a protective arm around her. It was nice to have her with him again. In a second he was asleep. To Abigail it was the greatest scene she had witnessed in a long time. Father and daughter reunited, looking so peaceful. But she didn't have time to reflect on the sight. She had to load and clean their weapons. Both sensed a Sidhe attack was coming soon, and it was going to be nasty.

There was no such thing as peace. Sam Winchester knew first hand that peace was something he would never have. He had arrived after midnight to the motel on purpose; knowing that most of the hunters would either be asleep or drinking. No one would see him slip into his room. He had taken note of the vehicles in the parking lot and was relieved that the Impala wasn't among them. Bobby's van was however, which meant Sam would have to be on high alert to avoid his old friend. Dean was still keeping his promise and it meant a lot to Sam.

He began to unpack his belongings. It seemed that avoiding old friends would be inevitable. It had to come sooner or later he thought as he finished unpacking. He locked down the room and sat in the darkness looking out the window. A few people came and went, taking no notice of the figure sitting behind the curtain. He wasn't tired and there was nothing anyone could do against the Sidhe until they forced a confrontation; so he sat beside the window and prepared for the coming battle.

About 3 am he heard a familiar rumble, the Impala! Dean was here! Sam withdrew behind the curtain more, making sure his brother didn't see him as he watched Dean get out of the car and grab a shitload of ammunition. Something was going down and soon. Sam new his brother's movements as well as Dean knew them. Dean was a mess, Sam could tell that and once again it was his fault. He became lost in memoires when he was jerked back to reality by a hard pounding on the door! It was almost 5 am.

"Sammy if you don't open this god damn door right now I swear to god I will bust it open and drag your ass out! Open the god damn door Sammy!"

Dean stopped his pounding when he heard the chain being removed and the lock unlocking. The reunion was short lived. They looked at each other, both in tears. They had got one tight hug in when they heard it. A wailing sound, the Sidhe were attacking.

"So good to see you little bro," Dean said as he pulled out his gun.

"You too Dean. We'll catch up later."

Once again the Winchester brothers were fighting side by side and the hunter side of the battle had just gained some favor points.

Inside room 111 the Colts heard the wailing. It chilled their blood, especially Abigail's. It was almost as if the Sidhe were calling to her but she resisted the urge to go to them focusing on Nessa.

"Get her in the bathroom," her brother barked at her!

Nessa knew the drill when there was danger around. Abigail took her niece, wrapped up in a blanket into the bathroom, placed her in the bathtub, and closed the shower curtain. She then broke the bathroom mirror so nothing could come through. Allan was already salting the room. As an added measure Abigail took out her smallest blade and ran it across her upper arm. Gathering the blood in plastic cup she began to draw out protection symbols around the room. On the door of the bathroom she made the personal symbol of the Colts.

"Nice touch," Allan said to her as he went into the bathroom to kiss his daughter and hand her her stuffed mouse along with some water and a candy bar.

"Hope it is enough," she said as she picked up two guns. "I'm thinking I should spill a little more." She hadn't covered the cut yet.

"You might need it," he said as he placed a rag around his sister's cut and tied it tightly. "Colt blood is highly effective in keeping the monsters away," he said trying to lighten the mood. "Yours especially. A little drop goes a long way."

Outside they could hear hunters gathering, preparing. It was time to join them. "Don't get yourself killed," she said to Allan as they stepped into the parking lot.

"See you in hell," he said to her with a smile.