Rating: T - mild language, very mild fantasy violence (it is a fight scene after all).

Misty forms swished around them. The Sidhe swarm was a troop of Unseelie Sidhe, the darkest of the Sidhe. In the mix were Bogles, Fir Darrig, Goblins, Red Caps, and Sluaghs. The fact that there were Goblins in the mix let the hunters know that someone with powerful magic was behind the attack; but that the attacker was human so could be killed. Dean already knew that much, he just needed to know who it was so he could get Lisa back.

"Sam!" He kept shouting his brother name ever few seconds.

Though they were thick in the fight he still couldn't grasp the fact Sammy was back, and his big brother protectiveness kicked into overdrive. Life had been beyond the torments of hell without Sam in it. He had kept his promise for as long as he could. Sam couldn't fault him for trying.

"Dean," Sam yelled as he shot the Red Cap attacking him! "Left!"

Dean saw several Fir Darrig charging toward him from the left. On the right he saw a Sluagh. "Well ain't this a bitch," he said as he fired four times. The Sluagh kept coming knocking his gun away and slamming him into a car.

In an instant Sam was at his brother's side. The Sluagh hissed as Sam's blade slashed its throat. Dark green blood spilled over Dean.

"Thanks," he said sarcastically to his brother.

Sam shook his head quickly. Still Dean, still able to make fun of serious situations. It was how he had survived the horrors they had witnessed. And Sam had missed it so much in the few weeks he was hunting alone.

Then, "behind you."

It was Dean's turn to save his brother, but Sam didn't need Dean's protection. He easily slew the Bogle behind him without even looking at where his blade went.

Dean reminded himself to remind Sam that he was the little brother and that it was Dean's job to protect him when this shit was over. They both jumped full force back into the thick of swarm. Both glad they had each others backs.

Bobby was too old for this shit, but he was a hunter to the core and came out fighting. Things were going pretty well to until a Red Cap knocked him to the ground and began to beat the living shit out of him. His gun was knocked away, and the creature on top of him prevented him from getting to his other gun or knife. He was screwed until the creature beating him began to glow yellow-orange and then explode into nothing.

Quick as his old body could he got up and grabbed his gun. He didn't know who had shot the Red Cap but he recognized the signature of the bullet; the way it made the creature explode into nothing. One of the Colts had pulled his ass out of the fire with Samuel's bullet. Bobby looked around quickly but didn't see either sibling. Just a shitload of Bogles coming at him!

The Colts always fought for family. They had everything to lose if the Sidhe got to Nessa so they were fighting tooth and nail to take as many sons of bitches down. They also had a mandate to protect fellow hunters, a mission statement from Samuel to his descendants. Allan had given Bobby a fighting chance, that was the best he could do under the circumstances. Family always came first and once he saw Bobby get up he went to where he had last seen his sister.

Abigail had the situation under control. A Colt revolver in each hand firing into the Sidhe around her. However she was getting surrounded by the swarm and if he didn't jump in she would have many more to fight off. Time to pull his sister's ass out of the fire he thought as he charged forward firing at the swarm. As soon as he got close to his sister a troop of Goblins came out of nowhere and surrounded him.

"Allan!" She saw what was happening. She tried to get through the swarm around her but they were too many. "ALLAN!" It was a shriek more than a scream!

There were too many Goblins around him for him to fight. He saw that Abigail was fighting for her own survival but trying her damnedest to get to him. As the Goblins advanced he had a calm thought, as long as one of them survived to take care of Nessa everything would be alright. He didn't want to die, to leave his daughter or his sister so he made one last valiant attempt…but it wasn't enough.

Abigail saw him surrounded, heard his guns go silent. Fear gripped her, worse fear than when the monster tried to take Nessa. She saw the Goblins jump on Allan. The next thing she saw was a bright blue-white flash which sent a shockwave out, slamming her against a tree. She was unconscious before she hit the ground.

The surviving hunters had regrouped in the center of the parking lot. Among them were Sam, Dean, and Bobby, plus a few more that the Winchesters didn't recognize. The fight had been in their favor for a while but the swarm kept coming. Now the surviving Sidhe had encircled them but weren't attacking. They seemed held in position by something, or someone.

"Bobby, what the hell's happening? Why aren't they attacking?"

"I don't know kid." He was clueless. The Sidhe had them out numbered, surrounded and by the balls but didn't attack.

The hunters saw the blue-white shockwave, it knocked them down. When they looked up the Sidhe had simply evaporated.

It was hard to kill a Colt but god damn it every bone, muscle, even cell in her body hurt like a mother! But she was alive and whatever had happened to her brother she had to get back to her niece. She got up and staggered back to the motel in excruciating pain.

The sun was above the horizon when the hunters dragged their battered and bruised bodies to the motel lobby. They had fought hard but in the end something, and not them, had managed to destroy the Sidhe swarm.

Abigail found Nessa huddled under the blanket in the bathtub clutching her stuffed mouse tightly.

"Hey baby girl," she said as she pulled the blanket back and smoothed her niece's hair out of her face.

"Where's daddy?"

The question broke Abby's heart and she couldn't stop the tears. "We're going to get him back Nessa."

"Did the thing that tried to take us take him?"

"I think so baby girl. But right now," she wiped her face with her hand. "Right now we need to get out of here."

"Is it safe," Nessa was skeptical? She had heard all sorts of gunshots and wailing and screams.

"It's safe baby." Abigail tried to scoop her niece up but she was too injured to lift her.

"AHH," she yelled loudly as the pain seared through her! She fell against the wall, breathing rapidly and sweating.

"Aunt Abby!" Nessa got out of the bathtub and knelt beside her aunt on the floor. "HELP," she screamed! "HELP US!"

Dean and Sam were on their way to check out the town and see if they could now get out of Red Springs when they heard the child's calls for help.

"Nessa," Dean shouted as he ran toward room 111 with his brother behind him!

It was early evening when the Winchesters returned from checking out what was left of Red Springs. Bobby greeted them in the parking lot, having been alerted to their arrival by the Impala's engine.

"Red Springs is a ghost town. The inhabitants all dead," Dean informed his friend. "But, we can get out of here now. There doesn't seem to be anything keeping us in."

Bobby had some good news too. "Sidhe seem to be gone. Abigail Colt is stable but in no shape to drive out of Red Springs. I swear the Colts are immortal, girl should have been dead. She was ground zero for the blast by whatever took her brother. Sidhe did a number on her too but she's still ticking. Tough sons of bitches."

"Banshee did a number on her too in Florida," Sam said. "Dad and I were almost too late. She should've died but she didn't." Sam remembered the blood, so much of it. More than he had ever seen up til that time.

The only thing on Dean's mind was getting to Ben and giving Sam a piece of his mind. He didn't care about the Colts right now. "We need to go," he said hastily.

"I'm taking her to Wyoming. The Colts have several strongholds there. We'll be able to find out what is going on. Get a shitload of weapons too," he said to the boys. "Then we'll go back to my place and plan our next move."

"Once we get Ben and sniff around a little we'll meet you," Sam said to his old mentor.

"Boy, good to see you out of the pit. But how?" Bobby was still a little leery of Sam.

"God pulled me out. There's no other explanation."

Bobby hugged the young man tightly before moving on to Dean. One day he knew they boys would be the death of him. Only so much worry an old man could take.

"You get your boy. We'll find the son of a bitch doing this." He shook Dean's hand and disappeared back into the lobby.

Back in the lobby Nessa stood holding her aunts hand. Abigail was asleep again and Nessa was standing guard.

"Bobby," the little girl's voice sounded so old, so filled with sorrow.

"Aunt Abby wanted you to know she appreciates what you are doing for us."

"I appreciate what you Colts have done for us so many times," he said as he watched the Winchesters leave.

Dean and Sam were long gone by the time the surviving hunters pulled out. Bobby would be the last to leave. He was going to have his hands full the next couple of days with a 9 year old and an injured hunter to take care of.