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"Boys, got some crates coming this week to the new place. Can you make sure they get them where I can deal with them later?" Bobby said, on the phone with the boys as he researched a Hunt.

"Got it, Bobby." Dean said, writing some figures in the book and chewing on a pencil. "Your house is coming along great, by the way. The frame is up now. Electricians and plumbers are coming this week, most of the walls on the first story will be up by Thursday."

"Well, it's a start. I'm going to like this new place, I really am." Bobby said happily.

"We hope so. It's yours now." Dean said and pulled Sam in for a quick kiss, leaving his husband breathless. "Sam says Hi."

"Hi, Sam." Bobby chuckled as he heard Sam call Dean a tease. "How's the bar thing going?"

"Good, hopping though. Busier lately." Dean said then asked, " You know an Alex Pearson?"

"Kinda, think of Gordon but crazier." Bobby said and got a chill, "Why do you ask?"

"He came by earlier tonight, looking for Dante. Said he was an old friend. He gave me a bad feeling so I told him I was covering the bar and Dante wasn't here." Dean said, the guy had set off alarms for him, the one's Gordon had set off. He felt…wrong…somehow. "He asked where he was, I said I didn't know, he just asked me to cover his bar for him. Think he didn't buy it though. I'll tell you one thing, he goes after Sam and I'll kill the fucker!" Dean growled now, the bad guys always used Sam against him, always!

"Me, too. Let me get Dante, he should hear this." Bobby said and Dean waited as he called for Dante, soon his cousin took the phone.

"Hey, Dean. What's up?" Dante asked worried, Dean wouldn't have called for no reason. "What's wrong?"

"Some Hunter showed up looking for you. Set off my 'bad guy' alarms. Said his name was Alex Pearson and he was an old friend of yours. Since you've never mentioned him, I told him I was just covering the bar while you were out of town. He was really interesting in where you were. He played it off but I saw it, figured I'd ask to see if I did the wrong thing here. I prefer to err on the side of caution." Dean leaned into Sam and chuckled, "Sam says I'm paranoid." Then he got serious, "He has the 'Gordon' look, cuz."

"You wouldn't be wrong. He thinks I'm some demonic overlord, going to send Hell to Earth or something. He picks up Supernatural psychic shit. He caught my Pheonix energy trail years ago, has gotten more obsessed since the last Apocalypse. Fucker must have really flipped to try to find me now." Dante spat and groaned.

"Does he know about Bobby's?" Dean asked now, worried. He could go there. He'd hurt Bobby to find Dante, Clara, too.

"No, he'll figure it out though. There's no link to Bobby in my past, just knows about Steven and my family's deaths. Never knew about Bobby's before." Dante said, worried now, too.

"Wouldn't be that hard to find out though." Dean pointed out, "Some questions to the right people and he finds you." Dean knew this. It's how Gordon had kept finding them, after all. "You going to be okay? You need us?"

"Nah, we're good." Dante said, "He shows, I'll kill him before he gets to Bobby."

"Um, would he go after Sammy? Cause if so, I'd rather have him go there until it's safer." Dean said and saw Sam's face fall. "I can't lose you, baby. If he's like Gordon, he'll go after you to force me to tell where Dante is."

"He might. Just stay together or keep him with the others, stay in groups. Warn them about him, so they'll be careful around him. Kill him if he even tries it. He's dangerous, Dean." Dante warned. Then they hung up and Bobby strengthened his defenses, locking the gate for now, just in case and posting guard dogs on it, to raise a warning if the bastard showed up.

Dean sat Sam down and they talked about it.

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"Sam, you'd be safer there." Dean argued, afraid for his lover, so used to guys like Pearson focusing on him. Figuring out he was Dean's weakness. "Only until Dante comes back, please, baby, I'd feel safer if you would."

"What about Jo and them? Don't see you sending them away!" Sam argued and saw the others standing there glaring.

"Like he could! Damn it, Dean, we're safe enough here, Sam can stay with us at all times. He doesn't have to go." Jo pointed out and sighed, "We're just as at risk as he is."

"That's why you should go, too." Dean said worried. Overprotective mode firmly established now, they could tell.

"And you'd be where?" Ash asked and Dean sighed.

"Here." Dean said and shrugged. "Fine, you stay. But he comes after you, you leave for Bobby's immediately, got it?"

He eyed all of them now.

"Fine, but he won't. We'll be okay. You are paranoid, damn!" Jo said and Dean gave her a look.

"If he's like Gordon, I'm not being paranoid enough!" Dean growled. Eying Sam and looking worried again. Sam attracted evil shit, like a magnet. A really strong one! Guys like Gordon went after him every time.

"If he's like Gordon, we'll waste his ass." Jo stated with a cold smile, Dean relaxed as he saw it. She would kill to protect Sam. So maybe Sam was safe with her after all.

"Um, I'm not five, Dean. Don't need babysat!" Sam said upset. He didn't need protection. He was a Hunter after all!

"Not babysitting, just being careful, okay? He's psychotic and knows I know where Dante is, bet he knows you do, too. All of you. No one's safe right now." Dean said kissing Sam and touching his face gently. "I'd just feel better if you stayed close to the others, help protect them, too. Please, Sammy?" His green eyes pleaded with Sam's and Sam sighed, then Dean knew he had won this one. Feeling better about Sam staying now.

"You're right. It's best this way." Sam agreed and smiled, "You be safe, too, okay?"

"Yeah, we go loaded for bear. Guns and knives from now on. Watch your backs, he's a sneaky bastard if my hunch is right." Dean said, his gut screaming to hide Sam from this guy. But how do you hide a stubborn six foot something man who won't let you do that? Dean knew this answer all too well, you didn't. You just hoped Sam killed the guy first."

Which was exactly what he hoped now. About the others, too. "Watch what you say to him and how you say it. He picks up on shit, and I don't trust him an inch." Dean said softly, afraid for them.

"We will." Jo promised and the other's did, too.

Then they went to open the bar and their worst nightmare walked in the door again.

And this time he meant business.

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"Dean Winchester, thought I knew that name. You and your brother, oh, I mean lover, shame on you by the way, killed that psychotic guy, Gordon, wasn't it?" Alex said conversationally, but Dean knew better. Worse, Alex knew he knew better, too.

"Yeah, and you go anywhere near my friends or Sammy, and I'll kill you, too." Dean promised, whispering so no one else heard it. The others watched the exchange with narrowed eyes though, keeping him in their sights at all times. "I will rip you apart if you touch them!" He hissed angrily.

"You know where he is, don't you?" Alex said and Dean just looked at him, not giving anything away. "Just tell me and I'll leave you alone."

"Better idea, you go away or I kill you, that makes you leave me alone, too" Dean hissed and had to smile as Sam whisper into Alex's ear as well. "Same goes for me, too. Leave our family alone!" Sam hissed, too. "We'll make you hurt if you don't." He grinned evilly at the blond Hunter, "Your pain will make Gordon's seem tame if you don't leave us alone."

"Sorry, guys, can't do that. He's evil. I know it. If you weren't so deluded, you'd see it, too." Alex said pushing away from the bar. "See you soon, boys." he waved and left, leaving them watching him leave wishing they had killed him after all. Cold fear filled Dean's heart now as he looked at Sam with interest as he left, smiling coldly.

"Sammy." Dean said softly, fear in his eyes for his lover now. Alex was going after Sam, he had to stop this; he just had to. He just had to do it so Sam didn't know it. He wracked him brain on ways to do this and hit one on the head. "Cover the bar, Sam. I need to call and let Dante know about this."

Sam agreed this was needed and took Dean's place. Dean slipped back to the office and called Dante from his cell.

"Hello." Dante answered and frowned as Dean spoke.

"He just came by." Dean said angrily, "We tried to scare him off the scent but he said he's see us again, he's going after Sammy. He looked right at him when he said it." Dean growled and said, "I'm going to find him and kill his ass, Dante. Before he can kill us."

"That's murder, Dean." Dante pointed out. Not a bad idea but nonetheless, murder.

"Yeah. I know" Dean said coldly, doing a search for him online, then getting a list of motels here in town to check out.

"Dean" Bobby said, taking the phone. Dean heard Dante explaining what was going on. "You can't just murder the guy with provocation."

"Been provoked, he looked at Sam like Gordon did. He's going after him, Bobby!" Dean said and Bobby nodded, knowing this was probably true. Sam would be the perfect leverage to use on Dean. To make him kill you, that was. "He knows about our relationship, Bobby. Knows how much he means to me. He'll hurt Sam." Dean printed out the list now and started circling the ones closest to the bar.

"Just keep each other guarded and it'll be fine. Clara managed Ice chips today. Another couple days, she'll be up to shaved ice and we'll be back. Don't go after him until we get there. Okay?" Bobby pleaded and Dean said nothing, promised nothing.

"I'll try." He said coldly, dialing a motel, "What kind of car does he drive?"

"A mustang. 72, I believe, red with black pinstripes." Dante supplied and asked, "Why?"

"Just checking, in case he tries to follow us or watch us like Michael did." Dean lied and waited. "We'll be okay, I guess. Just get back soon, I'm worried." Not a total lie, he was worried. Just not as much as he was, not anymore.

He hung up and went to work. He called every motel and found him. Under the name of Caleb Rogers. Sandust Motel, two blocks away.

"He's going after him, Bobby. I just know it." Dante said frowning.

"He'll wait, I think." Bobby said and sighed, Gordon had taught Dean a lesson, a hard one. When a psychotic man targets your loved ones, its best to kill him immediately and keep him from really hurting them eventually. They hadn't done that and Gordon had nearly killed them both at the end before killing him. Psychotics did not back off, they just kept coming once they caught the scent and damn if this guy hadn't caught Dean and Dante's in one whiff! "Maybe we should…"

"No, give it a day. She may have it down by then." Dante said and groaned. "Hopefully."

Three days later and she had it. Tiny ice shavings. Then he had her do it again. Shavings. Two more time, all shavings.

So far Dean hadn't killed the man, even though he had been sitting in their bar, watching them for days now. Not doing anything, just sitting there. Watching Dean, watching Sam. Making Dean itch to kill the guy already. But he had said he'd try to wait and he was. But it was stretching it thin with him coming in and sitting there all night, just watching them like he was waiting for one of them to separate and he would attack them then.

This did nothing to make Dean less homicidal, as one may guess.

Then he went after Jo and Ash. Then took Sam. Right when Bobby and Dante got back.

Then all Hell broke loose and they struggled to stop Dean from murdering the man who had taken him.

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It was time for them to open the bar, and Jo was late, and so was Sam and Ash.

Dean waited and then went looking. Jo and Ash lay on the floor of the Alley, bleeding from multiple gunshot wounds. And Sam was gone. It looked like they had gotten some shots off. A trail of blood led to a blank spot and vanished.

Who was the blood from? Dean had to wonder and called Harold, asking him to take the bar for the night, he had a family emergency. He also called in other waiters to cover the other Hunters' shifts.

That was when Bobby pulled in and saw the bodies, as Dean's fought to control their bleeding. Ellen ran to Jo and tried to help, too.

Dante used his power to staunch the blood flow as Ellen removed the bullets, checking to see if they had hit anything major. They mostly had come close to the heart and lungs but narrowly missed them. Jo's heart was nicked though. They moved them to the boys' loft and operated there. Dante letting Bobby stitch them up after Dante burnt the wounds so they wouldn't bleed anymore. The others nearly screamed but the pain pills put them out, sleeping their pain away now.

That was when they noticed Dean was missing and the Impala was gone.

They swore in frustration and called him, Dean was not picking up. So they used his trick and got the company to turn on his GPS on his phone. Then went to save him from himself.

They found him rifling through a motel room for clues and tried to talk to him.

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"Nothing, he left nothing here." Dean swore and saw the others come in. "Told you I should kill him. Now he has Sam! I told you he would take him! Fuckers always mess with Sammy!" Dean glared at Bobby. "This is your fault."

"Mind your tone, boy. Not my fault! It was murder!" Bobby shouted angrily and knew deep down it might be partially his fault. If Dean had done as he'd wanted then Sam wouldn't be kidnapped or dying, and the others might not be wounded now. Yeah, he should have let Dean murder the man.

"Wouldn't be my first." Dean said coldly and headed out the door. They watched him go and worried.

Who had he murdered? They wondered.

Dean was on the laptop, tracing Sam's phone. They approached and asked, "Who'd you murder, Dean?"

Dean said nothing.

"Come on, man, we're not cops. Just tell us!" Bobby insisted.

"When Sam was ten, he used to walk home from school with me. One day Dad took me with him on a hunt. Sam was taken as he walked down the street, by some guys in a van." Dean said coldly as he followed Sam's dot on the map, Bobby's stomach clenched in fear at how this story was going. "Dad and I got his GPS on his phone turned on and found them. They'd locked him in a room and had him undressed, in nothing but his underwear. Using a fucking camera to take pictures! They had bidders on the screen, bidding on Sam as they took them, Bobby!" Dean gave him a colder look, anger mixed in now. "Dad and I busted in, shot the guy at the computer, and saw the screen. I went through the house while Dad took the other parts of it."

"He had Sam in nothing now, and he was bruised; he'd hit him! He saw me and I shot him. There was this man, sitting on the bed, gibbering. Said he wasn't involved, but Sam seemed terrified of him. More than the guy taking the pictures even. Sam begged me to shoot him, and I did. Twice in the chest, once in his dick, and again in his head." Dean looked angrier now. "Sam hugged me and cried. His clothes were in the corner but his underwear, it was gone, shredded. We grabbed all proof he had ever been there. Dad loaned me his duster and covered up Sammy. Then we left and burned the place to the ground. The other kids they had taken were in the backseat."

"We dropped them off at the Social Service's building, made sure they got in safe and left town right then. Sam was traumatized for weeks. Had nightmares and clung to me at night, crying. Bobby, crying!" Dean spat, and said, "So, yeah, I murdered that bastard and the one taking his picture. I would have killed Gordon, too, but he slipped away. Now another guy has Sam and I'm pretty sure he'll torture him until he finds you, Dante." Dean started the car and slammed it into gear, "I should have killed him earlier. Bobby. Get out."

Bobby got out.

Dante stayed.

"You said to wait and now Sam could be dead. If he is, I'll never forgive myself." He looked at Bobby accusingly, Bobby knew it and sighed.

"Never thought he'd go this far. Figured he'd come looking for me." Bobby admitted and Dean sighed.

"He didn't, he sat in the bar and watched us all. All night long. Kept eying Sam and me. We stayed together, figured we'd be safe." Dean gave a wry laugh, "Safe, yeah, good one."

He and Dante headed out, following Sam's dot. Bobby followed in his truck.

All they found was his phone and a note.

'Give me Dante's location and you'll get him back.

Fuck with me, I'll kill the man slow."

It wasn't signed but it didn't need to be. His number was written on the note.

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"Alex." Dante spat as he heard the man answer the phone.

"Dante." Alex said and he heard Sam scream in pain. Dante jumped at the sound.

"Let him go." Dante said coldly and Alex chuckled.

"Hey, I'm a fair man. Don't want demon boy here, want you. How's about an even trade, you for him?" Alex proposed. Dante doubted Alex was going to let either of them go at all. Probably kill them anyway.

"I'm going to kill you!" Dante growl and flamed a little, then breathed deep, making the flames go away for now. "Fine, I'll do it." He agreed and looked at the others, who listened in on the call. Sam screamed again, and Dean jumped in rage. "Stop hurting him and I will come now."

Sam screamed even longer now, agony in that sound. Then he grunted and stopped. "Good man, he's a little cut up but he might make it, if you hurry. South pier, in half an hour. Oh, and come alone, Don't bring the others. I'll kill him if I see anyone but you." Alex laughed and smiled in the phone, "Such a pretty man, Sam. They don't listen, I might be tempted to see why you're such a hot piece of ass. Never been with a man, might be fun." Dante flinched as Dean grabbed the phone, "Heard you Winchester had stamina, well, I do, too. You might like it."

"You touch him again, you're dead! You hear me! Dead!" Dean screamed and shook with rage.

Dante grabbed the phone from him. "I'll come now, just leave him be, please?" He begged and he heard the man smile again.

"Okay, you for him. I'll leave him be. You just keep up your end of the deal." Alex purred and said, "Half an hour, Tampilo Warehouse, be there."

"I will." Dante agreed and the man hung up.

They sat there and said, "He's going to kill us both, me and Sam." Dante said positive it was true.

"Not if we kill him first." Bobby said and looked at Dean, who shook with rage now. Eager to hunt the son of a bitch down.

"Let's go then." Dean said grabbing weapons and heading to the Impala with Bobby.

Dante took Bobby's truck.

They headed to the trap and hoped Sam would be okay.

And planned a murder on the way.

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