*I usually update my stories MUCH sooner and quicker than this, but I'm still sick with an unknown illness making me exhausted and almost pass out, out of nowhere, PLUS I have a couple arts and crafts fairs coming up and SURPRISE I hand make jewelry and those fairy globe things. PLUS the weather in CT has BEAUTIFUL! So I've been taking my two boys out a lot when I can. *

*Saying all that, thank you to everyone who has commented/liked/favorited my story so far. And forgive me for not responding to your comments, I keep meaning to but by the time I'm done writing the chapter I'm so tired and just sleep. Haha. Ok on with the story! Oh and for those who are also following "Family Matters" I'm putting up this same paragraph. Just saying.* (:

John, Dean and Sam made it home in one piece. Everyone was shaken up, but especially Sam. Dean was grateful his dad had left work early to escort the boy's home from school, because without him god only knows where Sam would be right now.

The second they got home John made sure to check the whole upstairs, as Dean and Sam checked the entirety of the downstairs. No stone was left unturned. They made sure to check every single corner and dark space, and along the way make sure the windows and doors were locked, as well as salted and warded of course. No reason to ignore the Supernatural threats.

Then John took time to make sure the boy's injuries were indeed non-life threatening. He knew he took the beating trying to protect Sam, and he would always down play his injuries just to stay in the fight.

After seeing no broken ribs, (yet barely), he wrapped up Dean's chest and gave the boys ice packs for their faces.

After the boys were tended to, it was decided to keep the all the lights off in the house as to keep their exact locations unknown, and no one was to leave their designated posts unless John said different.

After all was said and done they decided to camp out in Sam's room for the night. John was going to set traps at the doors and windows downstairs, Dean was in charge of the windows upstairs. Dean was also going to make sure to stand guard in Sam's room until a certain time that John decided Troy wasn't going to make a move that night, and then go up and also stand guard in Sam's room. Until then, his post was the living room, and try to catch them before they can even get to the traps. Not all hunters were smart, but they weren't all that dumb either. Most could sense a trap a mile away.

Sam sat on his bed. It was dark out now and he was still shaken up. He saw his brother beaten up, then he was shoved in a trunk of a car. Not an ideal situation in Sam's book. Not to mention his family was totally on guard, and everything was because of him. He sniffled a little trying not to alert Dean, but it didn't work so well since he was standing just at his door.

"Everything's ok Sam. Dad's standing guard downstairs and I'm not leaving your side. Those bastards won't get to you again."

Sam looked up at Dean, and Dean's heart nearly broke.

"Dean, you got hurt because of me. I mean these aren't just bullies, these are huge hunters who know their way around. I was also thinking, maybe, that I should go with him, JUST to help them research this stupid hunt, then I'll come back to you guys. That way no one gets hurt because of me."

Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sam was willing to lend his services to dangerous hunters just sothey didn't get hurt?

Nonononononononononono. That's not how that worked, not by a long shot. Dean looked out the door before closing it tight, and walking over to sit next to Sam, making sure to look him in the face.

"NO WAY! There is no way in hell I'm letting you just go off with this guy to help him. It may seem as simple as helping with a hunt, but other hunters aren't like me and dad. You think they're going to let you go to school during the day, come back, do your homework, eat dinner THEN research? No. They're going to keep you in a room, and make sure you have no contact with anyone until the research and possibly the entire hunt is done. Worse their going to keep you away from me and dad. No way they're going to let us come and visit you, you saw the way Troy acted, he was brutal and would do anything to get his way."

Dean put his hand on Sam's face and looked at the split lip more carefully, every second making him wish he just shot the bastard.

"He needs you and he still hurt you. If you think I'm going to let him 'borrow you' just to make it easier on me and dad then you're wrong."

"What if he comes after me again?"

"Then he'll have me and dad to deal with."

Dean put on his best grin reserved to make Sam feel better. Even if his face was still black and blue and his ribs hurt to high hell, as long as Sam was safe and secure, that's all that mattered.

Sam showed his appreciation by grinning back. He always felt better with his dad and Dean around. No matter what the threat.

Downstairs John was making coffee. He knew him and his oldest son was going to need it. He knew he had to kill Troy or else he would just come after Sammy again, but killing Troy would put a target on John's back. A hunter killing another hunter was a defined no in the hunter community. But he would certainly do it if it came down to it.

He made sure to always keep one ear open for upstairs, and one for the rest of the house. He had no idea why Troy was so desperate to get this hunt down so quickly and accurately to where he would resort to kidnapping. If only he would have given the information to John, hell even Dean then he would have helped him as best he could over the phone. Sure Sam was beyond smart for his age, always has been and always will be. But the lengths Troy was going in order to get Sam to work for him, meant he probably got himself into some deep shit and needed someone to find a way out for him. Someone who was in the hunting community, but had the I.Q of a genius, and Sam fit the bill. That also meant that if Troy was in deep shit, he would be dragging Sam right along for the ride, and John wasn't about to lose his and Mary's youngest to a dumb desperate hunter.

John was taken out of his thoughts when he thought he saw movement outside one of the windows. He carefully crept along the wall trying to look out without the enemy seeing his position. He also knew Troy had a partner, and it was more than likely the both of them would be trying to get to Sam this time.

Another minute went by and he decided he definitely saw a big dark shadow move outside, this time closer to the house, and it wasn't an animal. He decided he had to warn Dean, just in case one was trying to get in downstairs and the other upstairs to separate them. He drew his gun and walked to the stairs. He made a slight whistle noise which was the sign to stay on guard that someone might be here.

Dean was taking care of Sam when he heard his dad whistle. Right away he knew it meant 'someone might be here' and he instantly drew his gun and walked towards the door, peeking out. Sam also knew what that meant and he grabbed his knife and made sure to keep it at his side.

Dean whistled back indicating he heard John and was on high alert.

Twenty minutes went by and nothing happened. John couldn't see or hear and intruders and neither could Dean. They were still on guard, but had relaxed just a little.

Outside Troy knew he had been spotted. He knew the three of them were inside, just waiting for him to come in. He now knew he had to take the fast and dirty approach rather than the sneak in and out approach.

He told his partner to keep the car running, but to position himself in the front of the house, so when he caused the distraction, he could grab Sam. He was going to play dirty. He took a smoke grenade out of his pocket, and threw it into the window, completely smashing it.

John saw it before it was too late. A grenade broke through the glass living room window and smoke was filling the entirety of the bottom part of the house. He started coughing and gasping for air, he tried to keep himself calm even though he couldn't see anything.

Dean heard it first. The smashing of a window downstairs, then saw smoke filling the house, and all he could hear was his dad coughing. He had to know what was going on, but didn't want to leave Sam alone. He knew this was some sort of a trap. He also didn't want to call downstairs as to alert anyone to his whereabouts. But before he knew It another window smashed from Sam's room, making Sam jump from the bed and yell. Dean ran over to him as fast as possible and grabbed him. They were both coughing and gagging.

"Dean what the hell is going on?!"

"Just stay close Sam! And head down!"

Dean had one hand on Sam and the other on his gun. His sense of sight might be gone, but he still had hunter instincts. Right away he heard a scuffle and shouting and realized it was his dad and possibly Troy fighting in the kitchen.

"Dean….I can't breath."

Dean noticed Sam's eyes were falling. The smoke was filling his lungs and making him weak, not to mention the kid was panicking.

Still keeping a firm hand on Sam and the other on his gun he decided it was best to get Sam in the car and just drive. Driving he could deal with.

He kept his eyes out for Troy's partner but didn't see him. He quickly unlocked Sam's door and ushered him in and closed it, but the second he reached the driver's door Troy's partner came up behind him and hit him right in the head, knocking him out.

Sam saw everything to late as he yelled for Dean who went down like a ton of bricks. He still had his hunting knife, but he wasn't sure if it would go up a brute like Troy's partner, who was just as big.

Sam made sure the doors were locked as Troy's partner tried to get in, finally becoming enraged he made his way to Sam's window and smashed in the glass. Sam tried to back away but it only took a short time for the guy to smash in the window, unlock the door, and grab for Sam, who actually managed to get a powerful kick to the guys chin making him scream in pain. Unfortunately he recovered just as quickly. He grabbed Sam, and threw him out of the car and onto the pavement, knocking the wind out of already weak lungs. He only saw black spots dance across his eyes, but tried not to pass out. He knew he dropped his knife somewhere, but couldn't see it. Before he could do anything the brute grabbed Sam roughly by the hair and hauled him up to his feet, then put his arm around Sam's chest dragging him to the running car. Sam couldn't stop it as he once again was thrown in the trunk, but this time he felt handcuffs being put on him, and a cloth being put over his nose and mouth. He recognized it as chloroform, and eventually passed out.

John and Troy were fighting for quite some time. John didn't notice Troy's partner sneak up behind him and knock him out hard on the head.

The two grizzly hunters ran from the Winchester house to the still running car that held Sam

"I take it you got 'em?" Troy asked.

"Yeah a little while ago. We have to hurry before the cops get here."

Both hunters jump into the car and take off down the road, as both John and Dean lay unconscious.