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Trapped

After a too long drive, the train had finally arrived at its destination at the Sioux Falls and a curious looking taxi-driver was staring at Nika and the two boys. Dean was dragging his sleeping brother, moving his cheek against the top of his big brother's head.

"Singers?" The driver questioned, causing Dean to look up.

Nika looked at the boys, before he talked to the man: "Did Bobby send you to pick us up?"

Dean watched the driver nod, with suspiciousness in his eyes, stroking Sam's back, keeping the boy close who was sitting on his hip.

"You wanna go to this Bobby?" The man asked, looking uncomfortable.

Nika guided both of the boys into the backseat, watching Dean carefully. The boy looked like he was about to break.

Dean sat Sam down beside him, brushing his hand through the younger's hair, kissing Sam's top gently. Nothing's gonna harm you, kiddo. He thought, letting Sam cuddle close.

Through cracked eyes he watched Nika laying a hand on Sam's knee, keeping him from sliding down from the seat, since Dean didn't seem strong enough anymore. Dean was thankful, though he hadn't expected this.

"Dad" Dean stirred, hearing his brother's hiss. Sam woke up with a start.

"Sammy…" Dean soothed, stroking Sam's hair. "It's gonna be okay… I swear."

Moving his hand up and down Sam's spine, Dean accidentally exposed Sam's side, where he was harmed in his one dream… it was a huge bruise.

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"Welcome back to the living." John heard a gentle female voice near by his ear. "It's just the question for how long." John shuddered, his blood pumping hardly in his ears, his head throbbing. He swallowed dryly, tasting his own blood in the back of his throat.

"You're the Reader." John's voice was rough, when he looked up at the smirking woman. "You nasty bitch…"

"Aww… Johnny-boy…" The woman smiled, running her hand over the tied up man's chest. "It's so cute to hear you curse."

"Bite me…" John squirmed, but couldn't move, because of the handcuffs and ropes that were holding him down.

"I would love to!" The Reader smiled charming. "But you're sweating…"

"What do you want?" John asked, his voice was dangerous. He gave up squirming, glaring at the woman, when suddenly a moan caught his attention. The Satyolatos was lying on the ground on the other side of the room, motionless. The poison was still working.

"Revenge… you killed my worker… I'm gonna kill you." The Reader chuckled. "You and your retinue. But I really want you to see your boys die."

"You…" John breathed hard, clenching his fists tight, at least his hands were the only part of his body he could still move.

"Bitch?" The woman quizzed. "Lovely."

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It was four o' clock and snowing when the taxi drove on the porch. Dean was looking out of the window, lost in thoughts, Sam sleeping on his side. He gently ran his fingers through his little brother's hair.

"Geezz… Bobby…" Dean yelped, when Bobby pulled the door open, enveloping him in a huge bear-hug. Sam woke up with a start, feeling Dean being pulled away.

"Oh Boys…" Bobby tucked at Sam's arm and with some help from Dean, Sam soon found himself in an embrace, being lifted out of the car. With a look down at his brother, making sure that Dean was following, Sam moved his both arms around Bobby's neck.

"Uhm… sorry… but I would love to get my fare." The driver leaned out of the window, opening his hand towards Bobby.

"Sure…" Bobby nodded, handing him some money, he had in his pocket. The driver glared at Bobby for a brief moment, seeing that there was no tip. Bobby ignored him, jogging to the entrance, so no one would become wet from the snow.

Inside Bobby settled Sam down on the couch, quickly cupping the boy's cheek, their eyes meeting for a moment. Dean sat down beside his brother. Nika let himself fall onto a chair, his forehead in his hand. He seemed tired beyond believe.

"Hey kids… do you need anything?" Bobby asked, fetching two bottles of soda for the boys and two beers for Nika and him.

"What's that?" Nika made a face, smelling the unfamiliar reek.

"A beer…" John took a long sip of his own, handing the sodas over. Dean tried to smile up at Bobby, but didn't achieve. Sam who had again tears in his red-rimmed eyes shook his head, refusing to drink something. Though Dean kept telling him that their father would make it, he was sure that John wouldn't.

Bobby looked at Dean helplessly, setting the bottle down on the table. Dean looked at Sam's bottle then at his own, taking a small sip, before he nudged his brother, handing it over to his little brother. "Come on, Buddy, I don't want you to become dehydrated."

Dean watched his brother struggle with himself to take a sip. Sam held Dean's bottle in his trembling hand, his mouth slightly open, but he couldn't make himself drink.

Bobby watched the boys, thinking hard. How could he fix that?

"Sammy… come on…" Dean bit down his own tears, kneeling down in front of Sam. "You've lost a lot water. You need to drink something… please." Sam looked down at his big brother, eyes brimming with tears.

Dean really wanted to leave his brother alone with that, but knowing that Sam needed to drink, he didn't back off and eventually Sam took a few hesitated sips.

"Good, Sammy." Dean took the bottle and set it down beside Sam's full one, sitting again down beside his brother, an arm around Sam's trembling form.

Bobby shook his head sadly. Dean suffered at least equally to Sam, but it seemed like he had given up his own feelings for his brother. That just wasn't healthy. Too much had happened for this time to bear and though Bobby knew that he had a crying fest when he had thought that his brother had died… but Dean wouldn't allow himself to break down.

You've trained this boy well, John. Bobby thought angrily.

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