A/N: Thank you dear readers for the followings, favors and the reviews and as a special thanks I am posting another chapter to this story instead of the other active one I have up. I wasn't sure how this story would be received and I am thrilled that everyone seems to like it and the universe I created here. I have tried to be as realistic as I could with the details, but if I am off or wrong, it is my error. I hope you enjoy this chapter and will leave me a review. NC

Chapter 4

"You need to let me go in first," Red told Dean once they had to boat tied to the dock. "I'll get you a vehicle but first help me unload a few things," she gestured to a small mound of tarp covered boxes.

"Guys, lend a hand," Dean said to the others as he stepped beside Red who had removed the tarp. He looked at what sat underneath it with arched eyebrows. There were boxes marked medical supplies, blankets, clothes, baby formula and an assortment of dried and canned foods. He was surmising that there was more to Red than she allowed anyone to see. He hefted a box and passed it along to Trace, who passed it along to Shadow who was on the dock waiting to take it. They formed a chain and quickly unloaded the boxes stacking them neatly by the boat. Once they had them all unloaded, he turned back to Red, "Done, we'll wait here."

"I shouldn't be long, be ready to leave when I return."

"You heard the lady, everyone gear up," he ordered to the others, falling right back into role of leader in the blink of an eye.

The three team members turned to their packs and suited up, checking the load on their guns before stowing them in holsters. They put extra clips in various pockets, along with knives and throwing stars. Nitro carried the heavier explosives in a backpack and they each had automatic rifles with silencers and hollow point rounds slung over their shoulder.

Dean removed a small black leather case and placed it in a breast pocket until it was needed. He double checked each member to be sure they were set before doing the same to himself and finally moving his sniper rifle case where it was readily within reach. He looked toward the village waiting patiently for Red's return. One thing Dean and the other members of the team had learned over the last eight years was patience. Twenty minutes later Red came back with men from the village that didn't even look their way as they retrieved the boxes and took them into the village.

"Here's the keys to the best vehicle in the village. It should get you where you want to go," she said holding out a set of keys. "It's parked at the edge of the village, black Nissan. It's not the greatest thing to look at, but it runs. I'll be on the boat waiting for your return," she told them stepping back onto the boat as they stepped off.

"Have the boat ready to cast off as soon as we're back," Dean told her pausing on the dock for a moment. "If we're not back in 24 hours, we're not coming back, so you might as well leave."

"I kind of doubt that, I'll be here and the boat will be gassed and ready," Red told him with confidence watching the four walk away toward the road through town. They disappeared into the night, quickly blending into the darkness surrounding the town. Knowing it was a waiting game now, she busied herself making sure the boat was ready. It needed gassing, decks swept, and below straightened up before the team returned.

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Four prone bodies lay on a small ridge above the compound scoping it out. All four were studying the place through night vision goggles trying to spot guards and other possible dangers.

"Two, thermal," Dean whispered softly.

Nitro reached down and pulled out the thermal imaging and pointed it at the buildings, sweeping it slowly over them twice and then very slowly the third time.

"Building to the right numerous bodies looks like lying on the floor. I'd say that's a cell since the windows are barred on the outside. On down more bodies but they seem to be in beds probably guards. Got three moving around outside patrolling the grounds. The main house shows several guards walking around near the front door. There's something at the back of the house but can't really make it out. I'd say possibly the master bedroom and there's other rooms back there but can't see much. That's 'bout all I can make out."

"There's a large truck and several SUVs over to the side," Shadow mumbled. "We could make use of them."

"Alright, you three move into position and I'll take out the guards in the two towers," Dean told them rolling back from the edge and reaching for his case. "Radio silence until we meet back up."

The others moved quietly through the trees getting into position to take out the other three patrolling guards. Dean opened the case and pulled out two halves of a sniper rifle. He quickly assembled the rifle adding a scope and silencer before giving it a once over and loading it.

Even after the time passed, he fell right back into the hunter mode without any qualms. After easing back to the edge, he locked the legs, settling them on the ground in front of him and hugged the stock to his shoulder peering through the scope searching for his targets.

Dean scooped a small amount of dirt from the ground and held it out, letting it run through his fingers. The air was still around him and he adjusted for that before stilling his entire body and drawing in slow, even breaths. He sighted the first target and waited, letting him turn away from the edge before firing the shot. The target dropped and he moved to the other one adjusting the scope slightly before firing again watching his target fall. He pushed back from the edge, folded the legs, shouldered the rifle, and made his way down the slope following his team.

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Shadow froze in the shadows and tracked the movement of the guard as he moved closer to him. He walked just past him when he struck, clamping a hand over his mouth and jerking his head sideways with a quick snap, breaking his neck with ease. He followed the body to the ground and pulled the dead guard deeper into the darkness away from the dim light.

With the silence of a ghost, Nitro moved in on her prey never taking her eyes off his back as he stopped and glanced left and right not expecting his life was about to end. Nitro readied her knife and in one sudden motion launched herself at him slicing deeply into his carotid artery, holding her hand tightly over his mouth as he bled out. After the body jerked one last time, she got a good grip on his jacket and hauled him behind some barrels out of sight. She moved silently around the compound planting charges and arming them for later use.

Trace stopped at the corner and listened to the crunch of footsteps heading his way and drew out his knife getting ready for the kill. The guard's footsteps got closer and he passed by the corner of the building. Trace stepped from his hiding spot and stepped behind the guard clamping a hand tightly over his mouth while he drove the knife upward between his ribs and into his heart. He twisted the blade hard before pulling it out letting him fall to the ground. He reached down and wiped his knife on the guard's jacket before sheathing it and dragging the dead body out of sight.

Dean had his rifle slung over his shoulder and his hand gun out ready to use as he neared the compound. He whispered to his team to sound off and was answered by three 'done' back before continuing on. He met up with his team near the side building and regrouped. He checked the area for any stray guards before moving to the closed door of the building. Dean motioned for Trace and Shadow to take the room with the guards and do what needed to be done. He signaled Nitro to follow him to clear the other rooms.

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The two ex-soldiers crept down the hall and stopped at the door to the sleeping quarters. Shadow eased the door open enough to look in and confirm the sleeping men were guards. He took out two canisters and popped the tops letting them roll into the room before closing the door. The gas would take out all the guards in the room without a single shot. Trace took out a spray can and sprayed an expanding substance around the seam of the door. By the time he was all the way around, the substance had started hardening rock solid. The only way to open the door now was to physically break it down. They moved down to another room and opened it up shining a light inside.

"One, you might wanna see this, Trace whispered into his mike as he stared wide eyed into the room.

"On my way," Dean acknowledged.

Shadow and Trace stepped back when Dean and Nitro joined them in the doorway. Dean added his light to the one Trace had on and looked at a room stacked with weapons of all kinds.

"Is it Christmas already?" Nitro asked slowly with surprise in her voice while taking out her own light and letting it play over the weapons. "My, my, look at this," she cooed picking up a brick of C-4, her favorite kind of explosive to work with. She quickly started working on some basic bombs for them to use to help bring this place down. When they were done, this compound would be a pile of burning rubble.

"One..." Shadow started letting his light settle on a table stacked with bags of white powder and another table with bags of marijuana on it.

"Take whatever we can use and set charges in here. I want this place leveled to the ground," Dean said moving to a side door that had two padlocks on it. He pulled lock picks out and took off the locks and opened the door to shine his light inside. What he found was interesting as he flipped on a light to see stacks of money wrapped in plastic blocks and a table full of Mexican currency rubber banded together. Not feeling at all guilty, Dean grabbed a couple of black duffels from a corner and quickly filled them with as much money as he could and grabbed a black garbage bag to rake the Mexican money into it. He carried the bags out and handed them to Shadow.

"Find the keys for those vehicles or hot wire them and get them ready. Put these bags in one of them. Two with me, let's see who's in the other rooms," Dean instructed them.

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Dean and Nitro moved quickly down the hall toward the other end of the building and found the cells. In the first one they opened figures moved around on the floor blinking up into the light. They started getting up, some helping the ones that couldn't get up on their own as they cowered backing away from them.

"Te estamos liberando. (We're freeing you)," Dean said slowly lowering his gun.

The men looked at each other still fearful of the two masked strangers. A man separated from the others and stepped toward them. Dean could see now that he was dressed like a priest and frowned that this cartel boss would be that bold to have a priest locked up. In these small Mexican towns the priests were considered sacred and off limits for the bad guys.

"Quién es usted? (Who are you?)" the priest asked.

"Nadie, estamo buscando a un joven americano. ¿Lo has visto? (No one, we're looking for an American young man. Have you seen him?)"

"He salvado a uno de mis rebaños de ser asesinado a su propio riesgo. Está en una de las otras celdas. (I have, he saved one of my flock from being killed at his own risk. He is in one of the other cells.)" he pointed to three other cells below them.

"¿Puedes sacar a tu gente de aquí ya ese camión afuera? (Can you get your people out of here and to that truck outside?)"

"Sí. (Yes.)"

"¿Alguna de vosotros puede conducir? (Can any of you drive?)"

"Si puedo señor. (Yes I can sir.)" one of the other men spoke up.

"Por favor, señor, nuestros hijos, debes salvar a nuestros hijos! (Please sir, our children, you must save our children!)" another begged falling to him knees in front of Dean and clasping his hand tightly.

"¿Que niños? (What children?)" Dean questioned looking to the priest for answers.

"El Sr. Muenta sacó a algunos de los niños de nuestra aldea y los mantuvo en la casa principal. (Mr. Muenta had some of the children removed from our village and keeps them in the main house.)" he explained.

"Sáquenlos de aquí, una vez que encuentre la América que iremos después de que los niños. (Get them out of here, once I find the American we will go after the children.)" Dean assured them wanting to move on to find his brother. He moved to the next cell and opened it checking inside to find it empty. Dean grumbled in anger and hurried to the next one. He got the door opened and looked inside starting to move on again until the smell hit him and with a closer look he saw an arm sticking out of what he thought was a mound of dirty rags.

"Oh my God..." Nitro said hurrying to the rags and dropping to her knees beside the young man they were looking for. She put her fingers to his neck trying to find a pulse. His skin was cold and she couldn't tell the extent of his injuries because of the dirt and grim and blood coating his entire body. The stench of ammonia, sweat, blood, and illness hung in the air around Sam. His clothes were nothing but torn rags barely covering his too thin body. It took her a moment before she found the weak flutter of a heart beat under her fingers and let out the breath she was holding.

"Two?" Dean whispered afraid to know if he was still alive or not as he knelt down beside her. His light swept over his little brother's battered and abused body and back up to his face. His too long hair was greasy, filthy, and hung in a face that had a scraggly, matted beard covering it. He wouldn't have known by the looks that this mound of rags and the skinny body was his brother and blinked back the tears that suddenly filled his eyes.

"He's still alive, but just barely One. We need to get him out of here. He's in bad shape," she said looking up into Dean's watery eyes.

"I'm here bro, we're getting you out of here," he whispered to his brother as he scooped him up into his arms. Sam groaned in pain and his body trembled uncontrollably in his arms but he never really came to. "Two, you take one of the SUVs out there and get my brother to the boat. I'm trusting you with him. Keep him alive please."

"I'll do whatever I can One, I promise you that," she said taking keys from Shadow for a vehicle.

Dean placed Sam in the back seat and rubbed a finger down one cheek before getting out and shutting the door. He opened the driver's door for Nitro and closed it for her. She gave him a brief nod of understanding and cranked the vehicle leaving the lights off as she slowly pulled away heading down the side road to the one leading to the village.

Shadow and Trace moved to stand beside Dean as he looked toward the main house. They could feel the rage building in him as he stood tall while darkness swept through him. This was not a man you would want to mess with right now.

"There'll be no mercy, none...We level this damn place to the ground... That bastard Muenta is mine," he spoke in such an ominous voice that the freed villagers all trembled and made the sign of the cross. "You two find the kids."

"Charges have been set; we're ready to rock and roll," Shadow said cocking his gun ready for action.

"I'm with ya One," Trace nodded. "Two made up some bitching bombs for us. We'll set them for five minutes once we have the kids. Remember that One, five minutes."

Dean didn't answer him as he stalked toward the main house not caring if anyone saw him. Shadow and Trace hurried to catch up to their leader knowing he was hell bend on revenging his family.

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When Nitro was satisfied she was far enough away from the compound, she pulled over and hurried to the back to check on the young man. She needed to make sure he was still alive and start an IV to get fluids into him. Nitro could tell he was dehydrated, starved, and had been severely beaten, but wasn't sure what his other injuries might be. She pulled out her scaled down field kit and climbed in beside Sam laying her pack on his legs. She pressed two fingers to his neck searching for his pulse and quickly laid a hand on his chest to feel his breathing.

Sam's chest barely moved up and down under her hand and she sighed with relief. After pulling out alcohol wipes, Nitro moved Sam's left arm flat so she could clean the crook of his elbow and just below it. It took three wipes to get all the dirt and blood and grim from it. She wrapped a rubber band around his skinny arm and ran her fingers down it feeling something she was familiar with and frowned in puzzlement. Not having the time now to check it out, she tapped his arm to get the veins up so she could insert the cannula for the IV line. After finally getting it in a vein, she taped it down and attached a bag of solution. She made a makeshift hanger and hung it above his head being sure there were no twists in the line before opening the flow to full, hoping to pump as much liquid as she could into him. Once she was done, Nitro packed up and got back behind the wheel to head for the boat. She didn't like leaving the others to finish up, but Gunny had entrusted her with his brother and she would not let him down.

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The front doors posed no problem for Dean as he stalked inside taking out the two guards with head shots before moving through the house toward the bedrooms. Shadow and Trace searched the other rooms taking out two more guards that stood in their way as he searched for the kids. Dean pictured the layout of the house in his mind and headed for the master bedroom. He stepped into the room finding a small sitting room and moved through it into the bedroom seeing a king size bed against one wall. Something lying in the floor at the foot of the bed caught his eye and he realized it was a young child no more than ten or eleven.

He could just make out she was naked and had a collar around her neck chaining her to the footboard. Dean's anger and rage grew stronger because he knew what had been done to the child and probably the other children as well. Only a sick, depraved, sonovabitch would do that to a defenseless child. The child tried to slide away, holding a scrap of a blanket over her small body. Dean put his finger to his lips to quiet her as he moved to the side of the bed to look down at the monster for the first time. He turned on the lamp by the bed and saw a middle aged man lying on silk sheets snoring loudly. The rage had to be released as he clenched his hands tightly. Without any warning, Dean grabbed a hand full of dark hair jerking him from the bed and slamming him face first into the stone floor. His nose broke and so did a number of teeth as Muenta woke spitting blood and trying to yell as Dean planted a knee into his back holding him down. Dean took out a special cord he had perfected and looped it around Muenta's arms just above the elbows and pulled it tight. This action caused his elbows to almost meet behind his back, nearly dislocating his shoulders. Muenta cried out in pain from the sudden wrenching of his shoulders and injury to his face.

"Quienquiera que seas, eres un hombre muerto! (Whoever you are, you're a dead man!)" the cartel boss slurred through busted teeth and swelling lips.

"Soy el ángel de la muerte y es hora de pagar por tus pecados, hijo enfermo! (I'm the angel of death and it's time to pay for your sins you sick sonovabitch!)" Dean growled into his ear. He pulled the black case from his breast pocket and opened it up to remove a syringe with a pale yellowish liquid. After taking off the cap, he slammed it into the man's neck and emptied the contents into his body. Muenta jerked and cried out but was unable to move or hardly breathe with Dean's weight on him. "Matarte ahora es demasiado fácil. Lo que te inyecté es un veneno de acción lenta que te matará lenta y dolorosamente. En veinticuatro horas desearás haberme matado. (Killing you now is too easy. What I just injected you with is a slow acting poison that will kill you in the most painful way possible. In twenty-four hours you'll wish I had killed you.)"

The man could only lay there whimpering and heaving huge sobs as he tried to move his naked body but couldn't get any leverage with his arms pinned the way they were.

Dean moved back to the end of the bed and the small girl huddled there. He squatted down beside her and spoke softly after removing his mask.

"No te lastimaré, pequeña. (I won't hurt you little one.)"

The young girl watched Dean with fearful eyes as he reached for the lock hanging from her neck and picked it so he could remove the collar. He looked around and saw her clothes tossed in a corner.

"Aquí, poned esto, te sacaré de aquí. (Here, put these on, I'm taking you out of here.)" he told her holding out her clothes for her. He nodded giving her a small smile that it was okay as she started to reach for them but pulled back unsure of him.

"One, we found the other kids," Three spoke from the mike in his ear. "You got five minutes to get out of there bro."

"On my way," Dean replied picking up the chain and moving the girl out of the way. With one swift kick he broke the footboard to free the chain so he could wrap it around Muenta's ankle and locked it in place. Dean jerked the chain dragging the naked body across the stone floor and scooped the girl up in his arm before heading for the front door. He met the others in the hall and handed over the girl to Shadow. They were herding four others kids ahead of them for the front door.

"Two minutes," Trace said.

"Get these kids out of here. Give the priest the garbage bag from the SUV and tell him to help his people. Have the SUV ready to leave," Dean ordered them pushing them toward the open front doors. He watched as they grabbed the two youngest up in their arms while pushing the older ones ahead of them and raced for the doors. Dean followed dragging the cartel boss behind him and just stepped out of the house when the first explosion echoed through the house shattering the windows. Dean continued to drag the man across the gravel driveway as explosions continued to light up the night as hungry flames reached for the sky and bits and pieces of the building began to rain down on them. Burning wood pelted the naked body of the cartel boss searing his skin since he couldn't protect himself from it, adding additional injury.

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"Here take them!" Shadow yelled handing off the kids to the Mexican people in the back of the truck who were crying out with joy as they hugged the children.

"Take this, use it for your people," Trace rushed pushing the garbage bag into the priest's hand. "Get out of here now! Go!" he yelled motioning for the driver to leave,

"Gracias mis hijos, Dios esté contigo. (Thank you my sons, God be with you.)" the priest blessed them as the truck pulled away.

"Get the SUV started and watch for One," Shadow told Trace ducking when the first explosion went off.

Trace got in the vehicle and started it pulling it a little further down the road away from the buildings as more blasts ripped the night apart throwing debris up into the air. They looked back toward the smoke and flames and raining material trying to see Dean.

"See anything?" Trace asked after several minutes had passed and still no Dean.

"No, I'm going back," Shadow started taking a step toward the thick smoke and flames.

"No wait! I think I see something," Trace said pointing to a dark shape he could just make out.

Two pairs of eyes strained to see through the thickening smoke as a figure limped slowly toward them. Dean looked like a demon walking from the deepest pits of hell, his black clothing making him seem forbearing against the thick, grey smoke swirling around him as if dancing with him and the flames of the fires growing as it searched for more fuel. His face was covered with dust and grim from being too close to the explosions and being knocked down. Both let out the breaths they were holding and went back to the vehicle getting in to wait on him.

"Go," Dean said sliding into the back and pulling out a remote from one of his pockets. He flipped the toggle switch and started pressing several buttons causing a chain reaction of explosions to blow up the remaining buildings, drugs, and weapons. "We're done here, let it burn," he stated flatly, no emotion at all in his voice.

Trace tromped on the gas spewing gravel everywhere as the wheels caught and rocked the vehicle down the road away from all the destruction. No one said anything about what had just happened because they weren't needed. No one had any regrets for what they did and the ones they killed.

The sounds of the explosions were dying away the farther they drove from the demolished compound. Dean had tossed the cartel boss down a small hill away from the buildings so he wouldn't accidentally die by flying debris. He wanted him to suffer the relentless torture the poison would inflict on him with each passing day until it killed him from the inside out. Even if he was found, there was no antidote for the poison and no amount of treatment that could save him. He was a dead man walking and nothing could change that no matter how powerful he thought he was.

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Nitro skidded to a stop at the dock and turned the SUV off leaving the keys in it. She got out and called to Red on the boat.

"I need help!" she called out gathering her bags and tossing them to the deck of the boat. "Grab a blanket Red."

"Sure," she replied going below deck and coming back up with a blanket. Red joined Nitro by the back door looking inside seeing a dirty guy curled up on the seat.

"We need to get the blanket under him so we can carry him inside," she instructed, snapping the blanket out. Nitro crawled to the other side and slipped the blanket under Sam's body and put the IV bag on his stomach as she pulled him to his side to grab the blanket and get it around him. "Slowly pull him out."

Red fisted her end of the blanket and slid his legs out of the vehicle and took his weight as Nitro got hold of the other end and lifted him the rest of the way out. They made their way to the boat and took him below deck to one of the bunks.

"Think your friend would mind a trade in vehicles?" Nitro asked her. "The other one's out near the compound and I don't think the guys will be bringing it back."

"I think they'll be okay with that. Where are the others?"

"Freeing the villagers that were slaves they had there and destroying the rest."

"Good, he needs to be taken out. Too many good people have died at his hand. He deserves what he gets."

"Believe me; One will make sure he pays dearly for his sins," Nitro said checking Sam's vitals first before continuing. Taking a pair of scissors, she cut away what was left of his shirt and pants so she could exam him easier.

"I'll just go topside and watch for them," Red said when she saw the condition of the young man and what Nitro was doing. She turned and hurried from the room giving Nitro privacy as she ministered to the young man.

Nitro rummaged around in Trace's bag for some briefs, since he was the smallest of the guys. She slipped them up Sam's legs and let them settle on his boney hips. Even though they were too big, it was better than nothing she decided. She did her best to feel his skull through his dirty, matted, stiff hair. There was a small laceration alone the hair line and several pump knots, but none were serious, so she moved on. She felt down each arm and up his legs and finally pressed gently on his ribs checking for injury.

Sam lay listless and unmoving under her inspection. She turned him to his side and looked at his whipped back seeing bits of his ragged shirt were dried into the welts that ran across his back. Knowing she would be doing more harm than good by trying to get the pieces of shirt from the wounds, she left them alone. Sam needed to soak in warm water to soften the skin and loosen the dirt and bits of shirt from the wounds so they could be cleaned properly.

She found some wounds had gotten infected and knew they would need opened up to drain and then dressed. After putting on gloves and a mask, she pulled out a sterile scalpel, peroxide, gauze pads and steri strips. Once she had his leg positioned right, she used the scalpel to open an infected laceration letting sickly, yellowish pus and blood run from it. She wiped the infection from his leg and tucked a towel under it so she could pour peroxide over it watching it bubble madly. She repeated the process until the wound was clean and dried it before putting steri strips across the laceration to close it. She repeated this process two more times before stripping off the gloves and mask and gathering up the used items to trash them. She checked her handiwork and nodded in satisfaction.

Nitro then looked closer at his arms and then his thighs and bottom seeing her fears were worse than she thought. She dreaded telling Dean what she had found because she knew it was going to kill him. She got a folded towel and lifted his legs enough to slide it under them in case he peed since she didn't have anything else to use. She gave Sam shots of antibiotics for the infection and pain killer for pain, then used wet gauze to moisten his mouth before dribbling a spoon of water into it. Most of it ran out, but some went down his throat causing him to jerk his head away and cough weakly. Nitro gently wiped away the excess and wrapped a blanket around him only leaving his left arm out because of the IV line.

She made sure it was tight enough to keep him from struggling and possibly injuring himself further. Taking a warm wet cloth, Nitro carefully washed his face trying to remove some of the dirt, blood, and grim from it. She wiped his dirty beard to get what she could out of it. As the dirt came off, she could tell he wasn't bad looking and would be a knockout once he put some weight back on. Sam whimpered and rolled his head from side to side as his body twitched and trembled.

"It's okay, hush now you're safe," she cooed to him cupping his cheek in her hand. "Big brother got you out; you're going home." She watched his face grimace in pain, but he remained unconscious. His breathing got faster and shallower as she felt his heart raced weakly under her fingers. "Calm down now, its okay," she tried to assure him pressing a hand to his chest to stop his struggling. Nitro took her phone and quickly flipped through it finding her music and hit play. She laid the phone near Sam's head so he could hear the soft melody and he began to relax as his breathing evened out. "There you go, I'll just leave this here and you listen to it, glad you like my music. You just rest now, he'll be here soon." Nitro heard the engines start up and felt the movement of the boat and knew the guys must be back. She drew in a deep breath and looked toward the stairs waiting for Dean to come down so she could tell him about his brother.