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Last Time...

Dagger give Dean an opening but Dean's unsure if he should take it.

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- Chapter Sixteen :

"There, there!" John exclaimed when he seen the golden 'M' glowing in the distance. "We're almost there."

Bobby nodded.

He checked his lighter, making sure it turned out quickly. He checked his guns, made sure his hands were steady, and calmed himself. He needed to be sharp. There will be no mess-ups tonight. They've already made the biggest one by letting Sam and Dean be captured by these bastards. Bobby was here to make sure everything else was smooth sailing.

Looking over his shoulder, Bobby noticed the tense face John wore and shook his head. His hands were tapping the steering wheel anxiously and his breathing was far from uneven. Bobby was worried. It was obvious that John was felling guilty and the more he and Bobby sat in silence it only made matters worse. Bobby wished that there was something he could do to calm him a little, but he knew there was nothing. But he couldn't resist the urge to try. He had to do something. There was no way Bobby was letting John inside of that McDonalds that jittery and anxious. Sure, he had a rightful reason to be that way. Hell, his kids were trapped inside there with maniacs. But going inside of there unsure of your shot and yourself will help nothing. Both John and Bobby needed to be on point from here on out. That was the only way to get the boys back.

*All Jokes Aside*

Dean pondered.

What could he do?

Could he trust Dagger?

Looking down at his brother, Dean sure hoped to God that he could. It had been about thirty minutes since Dagger had left them and Dean was sure that whoever is supposed to have left had done that by now. Letting his eyes fall down on Sam he sighed. He rubbed small circles in the center of his chest, hoping that it would make breathing a little better.

"Just a little while longer, Sammy. I promise. We're getting out of here with or without Dad."

*All Jokes Aside*

Screeching tires was all that could be heard echoing through the pitch black night. Bobby had to hold on to the side of his seat to keep from smacking into the window of the Impala. John slid right up to the front door and hoped out the car. Bobby followed with the guns and gasoline in his hand.

He reached in the backseat and tossed John his gun. He checked it and then cocked it.

"You feeling alright?" Bobby asked, looking at him, then at the McDonalds, then back at him.

John shrugged, shook his head 'yes' and shook his head 'no' all at the same time.

Bobby frowned.

"John-"

He put his hand up.

"I'll be fine when we get the boys back, okay? Until then I'm just...numb."

*All Jokes Aside*

Sam mumbled something that was barely audible, but it surely caught Dean's attention. His head swooped to his lap where Sam's head lay and he smiled when his eyes were looking up at him. Dean patted the said of his face, trying to keep him awake.

"Hey," Dean breathed, smirking.

Sam nodded at him, squinting.

"You're just in time to see the show..."

*All Jokes Aside*

Charging in like troops, John and Bobby jogged side-by-side to the front door. Bobby was yanking on it before John had a chance to tell him that it wouldn't open. Questingly, Bobby looked back at him.

John shrugged. "Locked."

He seen Bobby's eyes roll. "You try breaking it?"

John nodded. "For a while, yeah. Thing won't budge."

Taking a step back, Bobby cocked his gun and aimed it at the glass keeping the door locked. He waved John back into a safe zone before he shot.

Without much effort, the bullets pierced the glass, breaking through; their shells lay on the inside of the fast food joint.

Without hesitation, Bobby kicked out what was left and squeezed between the two metal slivers making up the perimeter of the door. John followed shortly after, shaking his head. He felt dumb.

Why hadn't he thought of that?

*All Jokes Aside*

"Show?" Sam questioned, his eyes wandering aimlessly around the room. He couldn't keep them focused. He could barely keep them open.

Dean leaned a little closer.

"We're gettin' out, Sam."

He was quiet.

"Seriously," Dean continues. "It's only Sugar and Ronald here tonight. I think I can take them."

Sam nodded, wishing he would help but knew he was nothing more than a hassle to Dean at this point. He was useless, really. What could he do?

Dean patted the side of his face. "Sam," he called.

Slowly, Sam eyes rolled back open.

"I'm gonna get you out of this, okay. Try not to worry."

Sam sighed. "I believe you..."

Dean smirked.

Just then, the heavy door opened and Sugar walked in, clearly with an attitude. She gives them a look.

"Ronald sent me," she announced.

Both brothers were quiet.

She bent down in front of them, looking closer at Sam. "He wants me to check on hi-"

Before she had a chance to finish her sentence, Dean landed both of his fists into the back of her head. The breath escaped her lungs and she hissed at him.

Dean stood, ready to fight.

She staggered to her feet, but she was clearly ready.

But before she had a chance to get her guard up, Dean punched her clean across the face. Quickly, she retaliated but catching him in the jaw, too. He held his mouth for a second. Hot pain running though his cheek. His tooth had grazed the stitches he had put into his mouth by Dagger.

Dean kicked.

She grabbed his leg, pushing him back.

He went flying a few steps but was back balanced on his feet in no time.

He faked like he was going to kick her again, but got her on the side of her head.

She was dazed; Dean could tell.

Taking that as his chance, Dean punched her three more times.

The side of her head was bleeding already.

Grabbing her by the hair, Dean led her head first into the closest wall.

She slid to the floor, another crack in her head.

Dean hunched over, out of breath. His stomach hurt, probably from exerting so much energy without a lot of food and water. But he kept telling himself that Sam felt worse and that he needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

Still holding his aching stomach, Dean lifted Sam off the ground, trying to make him stand.

"C'mon, Sam. I need you now more than ever. You have to focus, okay?"

Sam tried to nod, tried to stand, tried to help, but his body wouldn't let him. He was near powerless.

He felt Dean pull him forward, struggling a little.

"Can you walk?"

Sam planted his feet hard onto the ground, following Dean's lead.

Sam was actually impressed that he was able to do that.

"Good job," he hears Dean praising him, just like he used to do when he was younger and did something right.

They exited the room.

Dean propped Sam up against the wall as he slammed the door that once confined them and locked up all the locks tightly.

Once he was sure they were secure, Dean put Sam's arm around his neck and his hand round Sam's waist, giving him support.

"You're doing so good, Sam," Dean whispers to him as they struggle down the hall as quick as Sam's feet would let them go.

Mentally, Dean check Sugar off his list.

One down, one to go...

*All Jokes Aside*

"It's dark," Bobby says, snapping on his flashlight.

John laughs a little sarcastically. "You're so observant, Bobby."

Both men walk into the place, ready to blast some heads off. But as they look around, they see nothing. They exchange glances and shrugs.

"I think maybe we should split up," John says.

Bobby nods. He point behind the cash register that leads into the kitchen area.

"You go in there," he instricts. Bobby points ahead and toward the right where the play pin is located. "I'll check in there."

John nods.

Bobby goes his way and John goes his.

*All Jokes Aside*

Getting out of the downstairs part of the McDonalds was quiet easy. Even the 'getting Sam up the stairs' part. Dean was really proud of the way he was trying, considering his injuries and whatnot.

Dean pushed the door open, pulling Sam along.

"We're almost out," Dean says encouragingly. "You're doing great, bro."

Dean leads his way to the exit when a sudden light takes him by surprise. Before the person has a chance to see them, he staggers back, pressing his and Sam's back against the cool tile.

Dean looked around frantically for a place to hide.

To his left, he spotted the bathrooms and made his way for them.

He let Sam in first, he followed closely after. Supporting Sam, he brought him over to the heater and Sam him on it. Sam sighed, thankful for the break. Dean ruffled his hair, telling him good job.

Looking around, Dean looked for something, anything to block the door, ensuring that no one would get in.

Dean searched through all the stalls frantically. In the handicap stall he noticed the bar on the side of the wall. Wasting no time, Dean used what was left of his energy to yank it off the wall. But when he finally did, he was thankful.

Wedging the pole in the door, Dean sighed.

He pulled on the door a few times, making sure the pole did it's job and was satisfied with the results.

Walking back over to his brother, Dean slid down onto the floor beside him.

"I think we're safe in here, Sam."

Dean shrugged.

"At least until I think of another plan."

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