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Will You Catch Me If I Fall?

Chapter twelve

Dean saw what was happening and ran toward the docks. He had seen his brother glance his way but knew it was too dark and too far for Sam to know it was him. He knew Sam's hands were tied behind his back and in the rough water it would be almost impossible for him to stay above the water. Dean knew if Sam went under the water the current would pull him out to sea and that would be the end of him.

"Shoot the son of a bitch!" Ken yelled as he pointed his gun at the water. He knew it was better to kill their captive rather then to let him escape and go to the police.

The men could no longer see Sam but they began firing into the water hoping they'd hit him. Sam could feel the bullets whiz by him in the water as he fought his way to the surface for air.

"Noooooo!" Dean screamed as he neared the dock. He managed to shoot the guns out of two of the men's hands before another man turned and fired at him. He felt a sharp stinging sensation in his side and knew he had been hit, but it didn't stop him from launching himself off the dock and into the water. He knew he should have taken out the other men but he didn't have the time, right now all he was concerned about was finding Sam and getting him out of the water. He'd have to deal with the consequences later.

Sam could no longer fight the sea and felt himself going under for what would probably be the last time. Just as he was about to black out from lack of oxygen he felt someone grab his arm. He kicked the person as hard as he could as he tried to push away from them, he'd rather die then be sold as a slave. The person pulled away for a second but then Sam felt his arm being grabbed again. This time he was too weak to fight and just gave into the blackness.

Dean shook off the blow from Sam's kick as he grabbed his brother's arm again, but this time there was no one fighting back, he knew Sam had passed out. He quickly pulled his brother to the surface then knowing he had no choice he made his way back to the shoreline and into the arms of the enemy.

"You!" Dave said as he watched Dean pull Sam onto the shore. He had recognized Dean as the one they had just brought in. "What the hell!" Dave knew if Dean was loose then what about the other men. "Go check on the others." He ordered Ken and Riley; he then looked down at Dean who had untied his brother and was breathing air into his lungs.

"Thanks for bringing him back. We'd hate to lose a money maker like him."

Dean ignored him till Sam finally began coughing up water; he then patted Sam on his shoulder then glared up at Dave.

"You're not going to get away with this."

"Oh but I think we are…. We've been doing this for months now and no one is the wiser. The cops are on the other side of town working on what they think is a deranged killer case." Dave laughed. "Little do they know but we are the so called 'killers'."

When Sam finally caught his breath he looked up at Dean in shock.

"Dean?"

"Yeah Sam….better late then never huh?" Dean gave his brother a small smile.

"How'd you find me?"

"Bobby came looking for me and told me he couldn't get you on the phone. We headed out to Port Plymouth and well…..here I am."

"You okay?"

When Sam had left Dean he had been battling the bottle plus depression.

"I'm fine Sam."

Dave walked over and stood over the brothers.

"I'm touched by the reunion." He said sarcastically. "But if you freed those men…" He said to Dean "…you're both going to die."

"I don't think so." Bobby's voice came from behind Dave. He nodded to the two brothers then looked back at Dave. "Your two buddies are going to wake up with a hell of a headache."

Dave spun around but Bobby shot the gun out of his hand with one blast from his rifle. Dave grabbed his hand and went down to one knee.

Dean smiled at Bobby.

"You're just like the Lone Ranger…..showing up in the nick of time."

"Well when you two yahoos didn't come back to the truck I figured I'd better come out here and save your sorry asses." Bobby aimed his rifle at one of the men who tried to reach for his gun. "If you want to see tomorrow, I wouldn't do that." Bobby told them man then looked back at the brothers.

"You two alright?" Bobby could see the blood on Dean's side and the bruises on Sam's face and body.

"Just a scratch." Dean said about himself then turned to his brother. "How're you doing Sammy?"

"I'm fine."

"You sure?.....Looks like you took quite a beating."

"I'll be okay….once I'm out of here. Did you get the others out? I think there were four of them."

"Everyone's out….everyone's okay."

Dean's face was etched with sorrow as he looked at his brother's bruises, bruises that if he had gone with Sam in the first place might not be there.

"I'm sorry Sam."

"Sorry for what?"

"For not going with you….for letting this happen to you."

"It's not your fault; you didn't know this was going to happen. … It was suppose to be a simple hunt."

"I shouldn't have left you go alone. I shouldn't have shut you out the way I did."

"Dean you've been through hell…..literally. You have nothing to apologize for." Sam meant every word.

"Yeah I do, if Bobby hadn't come looking for me you could have been sold into slavery, or even worse,…..and it would have been my fault."

Bobby shook his head as he listened to them.

"Why don't you two kiss and make up later, right now I think we need to take care of these jerks and get out of here before the cops show up."

"You called them?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I told those guys you released to wait ten minutes then call the cops. They're going to let the cops know what was going on here."

"Well then I guess we need to get these bastards locked up nice and tight before they get here, but first…." Dean walked over and stood in front of the men that had kidnapped his brother and without another word delivered a vicious punch to each of their faces. "That's for my brother."

"Owww you broke my nose." One of the men said as he cupped his nose between his hands as blood squirted between his fingers.

"Be glad that's all I did you son of a bitch!" Dean said his face twisted with hate as he glared at the men. What he would really like to do was take each one of them on one on one and make them pay for what they did to Sam, but he knew he didn't have the time, already he could hear the piercing sounds of sirens fast approaching.

"I suggest we wrap this up and get the hell out of here." Bobby said as he pointed his rifle at the men. "Move it?" He ordered.

They led the men back into the building and to the cage where Bobby had already put the two men he had encountered earlier. While Bobby held his rifle on the men Dean pushed each of them into the cage and locked the door. Dean then grabbed his and Sam's shirt off a pile on the floor and put his on then gently helped his brother put his on. They then all headed back to Bobby's truck.

"Dean, I'm sorry." Sam said as they walked.

"About what?"

"Well for one thing ….getting myself into this mess, I should have been more careful and …."

"And what?"

"Well…."Sam didn't quite know how to say it. "I….I lost your car….They took it when they grabbed me….I'm sorry Dean….I'll get it back for you I promise." Sam knew his brother loved his car, it had been a gift from their dad and if anything happened to it his brother was going to flip out.

Dean smiled; as much as he loved his car having it back wouldn't have meant a thing to him if his brother was gone.

"The car's fine Sam. We left it down the road; we didn't want anyone to recognize it.

"Thank God." Sam breathed a sigh of relief.

Once they got to Bobby's truck they took out the man who had been driving the Impala and left him alongside the road where the cops would find him. They pinned a note on him telling the cops that he too was involved in the scheme. They figured if the man was just a patsy for the kidnappers like he said he was, he could explain it to the cops and they could figure out whether he was actually involved in the kidnappings or not.

They then quickly piled into the truck and sped off to reclaim Dean's car.

Bobby leaned forward and looked at both of the brothers as he drove.

"You two cool with each other now….because if you're not I'll pull over right here and let you two slug it out."

"Yeah…we're cool." Sam said. He figured Dean didn't tell Bobby about what happened to him in Hell and the reason they had separated…. Bobby must have assumed they had been fighting over something else. If Dean didn't want Bobby to know he wasn't about to tell him. Let Bobby think what he wanted to as to why he went off on his own… Sam knew when Dean was ready to tell him he would.

"You?" Bobby asked Dean.

"Yeah, we're good." Dean knew somehow he'd have to learn to live with what had happened to him in Hell. He knew that as bad as it had been, and as much as it tore at his heart, it would be far worse if he had lost his brother because of it. Sam and he both had changed while he was away, but he wasn't about to let what happened to him pull them apart again.

He glanced over at Sam and swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked at his bruises. He blinked back tears as he once again looked straight ahead. No, he swore nothing was going to come between them again.

The End