True to his word Nick had left them alone minus the occasional meal and bathroom break. It had been about two days since Seeth had been drug out of the basement and no one had talked to them. The boys had gone through the irritating, lets get on each other's nerves phase, and then the silent phase, then the yelling phase, and now they were on the deep thought portion of their solitude.

"So, do you think he's going to kill us, or maybe eat us? Kind of like those redneck hillbillies that got you that one time," Dean said, breaking the silence. He grimaced as he remembered the jar of teeth he had found and all the pictures of their successful "hunts." Those people were sick.

"I don't think he'll kill us, he went through to much trouble to just end it without getting anything." Sam had spent the last couple hours dozing off and thinking of how they were going to get out of here. Their last hope had been Seeth and it didn't seem like that was going to happen. He knew that when Seeth had been drug out of the room he had been in bad shape but he should have been fine by the next day.

"Yeah, I guess," Dean replied, dropping the subject. Nothing he thought of made sense, there was really nothing Nick to do to them other than kill them. Well, there were other things but Dean didn't want to consider them a possibility.

"Dean," Sam finally spoke up after about thirty minutes of silence, trying to be nonchalant.

"Yeah?" As he spoke Dean straightened up and brought his head up from leaning against the wall. 2,013, that was the number of holes he had counted on the ceiling so far. The ceiling was made of the cheap, thin plaster tiles.

"If, when," Sam added, it didn't help doubting themselves, "we get out of here I think we should take Seeth with us." Preparing for the onslaught of sarcastic angry remarks Sam braced himself.

"Yeah." Dean was too bored to argue, they had been down that path a few hours ago and that hadn't gotten them anywhere. They had just been fighting to fight. If he remembered correctly they somehow ended up on him always leaving his socks everywhere. Besides all that Dean had seen the fear in Seeth's eyes when Nick had appeared. This was all Nick's fault and Dean supposed some of the blame could lay with him.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise at Dean's answer. Sam had at least been expecting a "why?" or some resistance. "Okay," he finally said after he got over the shock of Dean's seemingly complacent answer.

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For the past two hours the darkness had weighed heavily around them. Maine nights were cold and long. In the winter the sun had gone to bed by six o'clock. Tonight was no different, it was frigid and the wind blew fiercely. The trees swayed and protested under the heavy gusts. And although the howling wind may have dropped the November air to a chilling twenty degrees Bobby was thankful. Their footsteps would be drowned out and they could sneak up much easier than previously anticipated.

He had promised Seeth to be there within four days, it had been two. He had arrived three hours ago and had taken an hour to find the house in the woods by foot. Since then he had been waiting in the brush for the house to fall asleep. Getting a plan and team together hadn't been as hard as he thought it was going to be. While his old truck had threatened to fall apart with every turn Bobby had pushed it to ninety miles an hour at some points and thankfully the rickety machine had held together.

There were two men hiding in the tall grasses and trees with him. They had informed him when he arrived that three men had left earlier that day and hadn't returned, one of them was Nick. There were two confirmed persons in the house but more than likely more. One of the men was Eli, a lifelong friend. Bobby had met Eli two years after he had begun hunting at a bar that hunters frequented. The man was a good hunter and fiercely loyal. Even though Eli had never met Seeth and knew the dangers of crossing a man like Nick had never mattered, Bobby had asked for a favor and that was enough.

Luke was the other man at his side. He was more of a loose cannon. Not many people worked with or trusted him but Bobby liked the man. He was a man of pride and nobody or nothing could make him stand down when he was fighting for something he believed in. It also helped that Luke despised Nick more so than maybe anyone else, with the exception of Seeth. A year ago Nick and Luke had run into each other and Nick, behind Luke's back, convinced the man's youngest son to join his gang. A few months later the boy was dead. Supposedly the boy had been bait and became dinner. In this upcoming fight Bobby was glad to have the man beside him.

Right now they were waiting for Tim, Luke's remaining son. The young man had left their hiding place about three minutes ago to disable the alarms. Earlier in the day they had located the power generator but had wanted to wait until everyone was in bed. This way their presence would not be immediately noticed. There was brief double flash of light in their direction; it was Tim signally his return. Once the boy reached them the four men began shedding their many layers of clothing to soften their approach. They also checked their guns for ammunition.

"Eli and I will go in first, once we signal the all clear you two will come in behind," Bobby said, looking towards Luke and Tim. The small family had already lost son and brother because of Nick and Bobby wasn't going to make them lose each other. His concern reminded him briefly of Sam and Dean but he pushed them quickly out of his head. Tonight wasn't about them; it had been four years ago when he had deserted Seeth but not tonight.

"Then, after the first floor secure Luke and Tim will head downstairs and Eli and I will go up. Anybody appears, try to knock them out but don't hesitate to shoot. Seeth mentioned something about brothers so be on the look out for them. I would imagine them to be prisoners, I hadn't heard of them before and I doubt anyone in their sane mind would be living there freely. Stay safe and quiet. Everyone ready?" Bobby waited for nods all a round and then said, "Let's go."

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It was going one o'clock in the morning but Seeth couldn't sleep, he was in too much agony. It had been at least six hours since his father had left but his body still hurt. When he had woken up this morning and was completely healed Nick decided he needed to release some stress on his favorite punching bag. First it had been the damn electric collar, or whatever you wanted to call it. After a couple times Seeth had passed out but the cold bucket of water had woken him up. Then came the punches and kicks. Some were to his face; many were to his chest and stomach. There were multiple cracked ribs but there was one in particular were Seeth could feel the jagged broken bone scraping against the wall of his side. Breathing wasn't easy. His lungs felt like they were half deflated and another rib was would jab itself into some unknown part of his body. What area it didn't matter, it still hurt like hell. His torso and face sported some nicely formed bruises that were peaking with nasty shades of black, purple, and blue. A few of the smaller ones were starting to heal but that was about it. There was no doubt in his mind that his nose was broken and possibly even his jaw. The finger shaped bruises and his sore neck told of where his father had grabbed him and nearly suffocated him multiple times. Every now and then he could feel his heart skip a beat or pump sporadically for a few seconds as a result of the electricity.

Lying on the floor, not being able to make it to the bed, Seeth prayed fervently for Bobby to hurry up.

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The four men cloaked in black clothing and hidden by the shadows of the tall maples surrounding the house had approached in a way that would have made a Navy SEAL proud. Even if there hadn't been any wind it was unlikely anyone inside would have heard their near silent footsteps. Eli was successfully picking the lock and once he did he looked back towards his three comrades. Receiving a ready stare from all of them Eli quietly turned the knob and gently pushed the door open. He immediately drew his weapon to his should and looked through the night vision scope that was generally reserved for sniper rifles but had been outfitted on the pistol with slight modifications.

Bobby stepped in front of the open door with his gun also raised and ready to fire. Instead of a scope he had opted for goggles. They were more like sunglasses than goggles but their function was the same. A quick scan of the room revealed no waiting enemies. He stepped slowly, one foot at a time, into the house, confident that Eli was right behind him. He positioned himself near the stairs with his gun aimed upward in anticipation of unwanted arrivals.

Eli made a speedy but soundless inspection behind the counter and the chairs, anywhere big enough for somebody to hide. Once he was sure the room was in he waved his arm, motioning for Luke and Tim join them. From there he joined Bobby at the steps. A quick glance between the four men and each team headed in their predetermined directions.

Bobby moved up the stairs first, careful to put just the front half of his foot down to prevent any creaking, with the lack of sound behind him he could tell Eli was doing the same. The hallway was clear and a quick survey saw five doors, two on the left and three on the right. Turning around to look at Eli Bobby motioned he would take the right and Eli should take the left. His partner nodded affirmatively. The two men split up as they each opened their first doors. Bobby twisted the knob and took a quick step back as the door swung open while bringing his gun up fast. No luck, it was just the bathroom. Just in case Bobby took a peak into the shower, no one was there.

After exiting bathroom Bobby met up with Eli in the hallway where the other man held up one finger. That meant one dead, one person had been found so far. Bobby nodded to show his understanding the two men went on with their duties. The next door was another bust, a linen closet. He finally found some action though behind the last door. 'Third times a charm,' Bobby said to himself. There were two beds one either side of the room with one man in each, neither had woken up. He fired one well aimed shot into the man on the right and quickly let off another at the man one the left. Due to the silencer on the gun there was no sound but a small pft.

Once back in the hallway Eli gave the all clear signal to Bobby, indicating he had checked his rooms.

"There were two men in the last room, they're taken care of," Bobby whispered real low.

"I just had the one guy, the other room was clear," Eli responded in an equally hushed voice, keeping his eyes toward the stairs just in case.

"Alright, let's head downstairs and give Luke and Tim a hand."

Together they moved just as stealthily as before, encountering no resistance anywhere. As they reached the main floor the two black clothed men quickly reached the door to the downstairs and started down the steps. Breaking his own radio silence Bobby quietly spoke into his headset, letting the other pair of men know they were coming up on them. Bobby didn't feel like getting caught in some friendly fire. As they rounded a corner Eli and him saw Tim and Luke standing alertly but otherwise not moving.

Luke approached his partners. "It's all clear, we found three unfriendlies in various rooms however we couldn't unlock those two rooms at the end, you have the lock pick kit."

"What about Seeth or his brothers?" Bobby asked quietly but with an underlying worry tone in his voice.

"We know what Seeth looks like and we made sure that they weren't his brothers," Luke responded.

"Cover me," Eli said as he stepped forward to undo the first lock. He heard felt the reassuring presence of three guns above his head, ready to fire at anything that moved.

After a little bit of trouble Eli heard the lock click open and he stood up as he turned the knob. At first the room was dark and appeared empty but after his eyes adjusted Bobby could make out a figure lying on the floor next to a what looked like a bed. When he stepped forward the prone man rolled over and even while tightening his grip on his gun he gave the hand signal to hold fire. "Seeth?" There was hope in his voice as he asked.

"Yeah," Seeth whispered back. He strained to see who had woken him up but in this darkness he wasn't able to. After much agony Seeth had been able to doze off into a restless sleep. Thanks to years of practiced listening for the slightest danger he had woken up when he heard the door being unlocked. With a lot of struggle he managed to sit up and lean his back against the bed, if it was his father or another goon it was best not to be laying down when they came in. Moving his hand up quicker than he thought he could Seeth tried to shield his eyes from the sudden brightness, someone had turned on the lights.

"Thank God," Bobby breathed out and dropped his gun, hearing the other three behind him do the same. "It's Bobby," he said kneeling down beside the kid. It was hard not to notice the bruises although Seeth's body and the way he kept his right arm wrapped protectively around his side. When the kid dropped his other arm from his face Bobby sucked in air and a grimace spread across his face. He would have to worry about that later though, it was time to get going, they had spent long enough going through the house. Luke and Eli had said three people left earlier on, they had no way to tell when they might be back. "Come on kid; let's get you out of here." Bobby dropped one shoulder so Seeth could grab on and support himself.

Seeth hesitated for a moment before grabbing onto Bobby's shoulder to hoist himself up. Normally he wouldn't accept help but he wasn't foolish enough to think he could make it out of the house without some sort of aid. "You said four days, it's been two," Seeth said questioningly. There was no doubt he was grateful for the early arrival but Seeth just wanted to make sure.

"We got here early," was all Bobby said in reply. As the two of them stood up together he gently wrapped his arm around Seeth's back to help him walk. The poor kid was leaning a lot of weight on him.

Seeth gasped on the first step and sucked in a large gulp of air which only sent him into a coughing fit. He was brought to his knees by the pain that the bone jabbing into something was causing. Tears sprung to his eyes and it took a while before he could breathe again. Under Bobby's worried gaze he stood up again and started walking. They had just made it out the door with the three other men whom Seeth didn't guarding in front when he suddenly remembered something. "Wait." It had meant to be a shout but came out more like a hoarse whisper from his dry throat. "Sam and Dean, we have to get them. They're in that room," he said, nodding towards a door that was next to the one they had just come out of.

"Your brothers, are you sure?" Bobby asked, he didn't want to waste anymore time than necessary getting out of this house. Then it hit him, what were those names Seeth had used? "What did you say their names were?" He asked trying to push down the panic and anxiety that was slowly creeping into his mind.

Seeth looked at Bobby with a weird gaze, "Sam and Dean." Then a brief pause as he tried to remember the guy's last name. "Winchester I think. Why?"

Bobby looked over at Eli and they both let out a little too loud shit. The big black man went to work furiously on the locked door with his picks. Eli had known John very well and had met the boys a few times when they were growing up. Even though the man could have played lineman in the NFL he was a big softie at heart and had a special place for children, especially John Winchester's boys. Within seconds the door was open and Eli, Luke, and Tim were going in, guns drawn preparing to take down anyone in their way. As much as it killed him Bobby staid in the hall with Seeth to help keep him standing, besides somebody had to keep watch.

Sam had been sleeping when he heard the door open and a booming voice say, "Their in here." His eyes flew open and there was a huge black man striding towards him. It wasn't until the man was kneeling down that he recognized who it was. "Eli!" Sam shouted. "What the hell are you doing here?" He looked up to watch his cuffs being picked.

"Rescuing you," a quick pause and then an attempt to lighten the heavy and serious mood, "like always."

Dean had been quietly humming Metallica, minding his own business when the door had busted open. At first he didn't even bother to look, just sighed, thinking that it was the guards again. But then he heard someone saw that they were in here and Dean's curiosity was peaked, he looked over and before he could blink a black man was undoing Sam's handcuffs. Dean couldn't help but let a big smile creep on his face when he heard the man's name. When the guy turned to him Dean's smile grew even bigger. "Man I am so glad to see you." His cuffs were off in a just a short while and Dean almost jumped up, so glad to finally be free. He looked over at Sam and they both smiled at each other.

"Alright boy's we gots to go. This is Luke and Tim."

Sam and Dean nodded towards the two men and they nodded back. Both boys stopped in their tracks though when they saw Bobby waiting outside the door holding Seeth.

"I'll explain later boys, for now lets just get the hell out of here," Bobby said, taking even more of Seeth's weight as they started walking.

Dean looked over at Sam who was already looking at him. Things had taken a strange turn but both boys knew that with Bobby here they had least taken a turn for the better. So they followed the men up the stairs and couldn't believe it when they finally stepped outside. Almost two hours of walking later, Seeth was barely staying conscious, and they found they hidden cars. They were home free.

A week later

"What, leaving so soon?"

Seeth's ears perked up when he heard Bobby speak to Sam and Dean. He was in the living room watching a television that was about five inches. Somehow he had managed to not notice the two men packing up.

Sam turned to face Bobby and smiled. It had been a week since they had been rescued and the vacation had been nice but Dean was climbing the walls and Sam had to admit he was getting quite restless himself. They had waited around for some news of Nick Colbert but none ever came in. Bobby had taken it all in stride when he found out about Seeth's healing powers, they didn't seem quite as serious after dealing with Sam's. Dean had spent the majority of the time helping Bobby work on his cars while Sam had been reading the numerous books Bobby owned. A few of them Bobby had let him have. While he had been hoping to get to know Seeth better he hadn't been lucky. Seeth was usually up and gone by the time Sam was awake and didn't return home until after midnight sometimes. There had been a few small talks but nothing more. Dean had made no such attempt and while that frustrated Sam slightly he was just happy Dean hadn't tried repaying him back. The fact that Seeth had gotten them out of there in the end probably helped.

"We saw that flea motel down the road, figured we deserved something nicer than this dump," Sam joked but his tone conveyed a small sadness he felt each time he left the grizzly old man's house.

"Ungrateful brats," Bobby replied, but his scowl didn't reach his eyes. There was a slight depression that lingered in those green orbs of his. Sam and Dean were like his sons, the Winchesters were the closest he had ever gotten to a family, despite his and John's differences at some points.

Dean shut the trunk of the Impala after he finished loading the weapons in it. After they had escaped Dean had made Bobby drive three hours out of the way to get his car. There had been a few scratches from the branches that Sam had used to hide it with but Dean had chosen to forgive him, he was such a great older brother. To the surprise of both Sam and Bobby he shouted for Seeth. He knew the kid was still in the house and despite all outward appearances Dean had grown to forgive Seeth and maybe even like him. There had been a few late night how are yous that had turned into conversations and there was even that one time Dean had ran into him at the bar playing pool. They had spent two hours talking about nothing more than hunting and a few carefully chosen childhood memories.

Sam glanced over at Dean with a questioning a gaze and then looked back towards the house when he heard Seeth walking out.

Seeth also looked confused and let out a suspicious "What?"

Bobby grinned, he knew what was coming. As was the case with most hunters, they appeared tough and unmovable as far as emotions went but on the inside they had feelings and big hearts. They were sort of like Harley Davidson bikers.

"You want to come or stay at this old geezer's house?"

The question shocked Sam and Seeth, not Bobby though. Sam looked over to Dean and when he saw a smile on his big brother's face Sam realized that there had been things that he had missed. He smiled and turned back to Seeth who was just standing there dumbstruck.

"You want me to come?" Seeth tried to ask with as little emotion as possible but there was fear, happiness, and confusion all thrown in there.

"As long as you don't mind riding in the back seat," Sam piped in. Don't get him wrong, he would be thrilled to have Seeth coming but he wasn't ready to give up shot gun.

"Okay," Seeth said, looking towards Bobby who also had a slight smirk on his face.

"Well we don't have all day, go get your stuff," Dean said after nobody moved for a couple seconds.

Seeth went into the house and quickly set about getting his few clothes and toothbrush.

"Dean, that was…" Sam started to say once Seeth had disappeared from sight but was cut off by Dean's hand.

"This is not a chick flick moment," Dean said firmly but with a smile on his face that let Sam know he was joking. "Don't turn this into something bigger than what it is."

"Whatever you say," Sam said, still grinning from ear to ear at his older brother's sudden act of kindness.

Seeth came back outside and with a quick bye and thank you to Bobby he climbed into the backseat of the Impala. Sam followed behind him into the passenger side.

Dean had one foot in the car and one foot out as he stood up to full height, gave Bobby one last knowingly glance. "Thanks for everything Bobby."

"No problem," Bobby replied.

The Impala roared to life as Dean turned the keys. He rolled down the windows and let the fresh air flow through his baby. As he started to pull away he heard Bobby shout something but ignored it and turned up the sweet sound of AC/DC.

"Try not to kill each other!" Bobby had yelled, knowing that he probably hadn't been heard. While Dean had been nice letting Seeth come along Bobby was a little apprehensive. The two boys had identical personalities; they were both hard headed and stubborn. After a second of thought Bobby realized it was Sam he should be worried about, at least he could be the referee. And without he turned to go into his house, shutting the door behind him.

Alright everyone there it is. The first multi-chapter story that I have ever finished. I hope that everyone enjoyed it and I want to thank you guys so much for all the reviews. To those of you who didn't review I hope you liked it and thank you for coming along on the ride. There is a possibility of a sequel because Nick is still out there but I've got some other story ideas as well so I'll let your opinions decide whether there should be a sequel or not. Once again thank you everyone so so much for the reviews.