Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Twenty-One: The Rescue

A soft sound came from Mello. "There's your friend."

Dean watched Bobby sneak into the camp, like it wasn't planned that he was going to be seen. Dean was tense, waiting. Someone yelled, and Bobby ran for all he was worth. Most of the demons in the camp ran after him. Ruby started screaming at the stragglers to remain behind. Dean did a fast count, not knowing if others were beyond the large rock Ruby had come from behind. His count showed 15 besides Sam's demon.

He slid on is belly, pulling the duffel with him. He got to the end of the boulder they were on, and picking up the duffel, he skid down feet first on his backside. He hit the ground with a roll and moved out of the way and waited for Mello.

Mello was right at his side, moving without a sound. His eyes were constantly moving, tracking the enemy.

Mello noticed a wicked looking knife in Dean's hand. He crouched low to the ground carrying the duffel and the knife. A demon was heard at the back of the rock. Dean dropped the duffel, and pulled Mello beside him, backs to the rock. Dean held his breath, listening. A male demon walked past the rock and the two of them, Dean leaped, an arm went around the throat, cutting off air and sound, and the knife came around and went into the chest.. The demon never made a sound as it died. The hunter pulled the body back into the brush further down from the two of them. He looked at the blood on the knife, mesmerized for a mere second, wiped it off on the demon's clothes and was back beside Mello.

The blond sighed. He'd have been better off with a supersoaker full of holy water for all that he was packing right now. He tapped Dean's arm, pointing out where the bitch was talking to a couple of other demons.

Dean looked at Mello and the gun he carried. Dean's objective was to remove as many quietly as he could. He hoped to get the boys out without Ruby knowing. He opened the duffel, gave Mello a large bag of syringes and a dart gun. He showed the boy how to load it and fire. "It's holy water. Might not kill them, but it will bring them down bad enough where you can kill them. The pain will be so bad they won't be able to scream. Aim for the mid to lower back. It's like knifing them in the kidney. "

He efficiently locked and loaded, tying the bag of spare syringes at his belt.

Dean watched the handling of the dart gun, nodded gently to himself. The boy would do. He left the duffel in the shrubbery and inched around seeing an opening in the rock. He slowly moved, watching everywhere for any sign of life. Ruby and the others had disappeared. He got to the opening and heard nothing. He went inside and stood still against a wall until his eyes adjusted. He took out a flashlight and looked around. It was a large chamber, He saw a large mound by some stone benches on the opposite wall. He knew Mello was still at the corner with the duffel, keeping watch. He quickly went across the chamber and moved one bundle, and untied it. Matt, unconscious He removed the cloth bundle and stretched the teen out. He hurried to the other one, and pulled it off Near. He held the unconscious youth to his chest and sobbed lightly. He stretched him out also, than flashed the light over them. They didn't look injured.

Dean did not realize he had company until the light from the small entrance was blocked. He looked up and saw someone in the entrance. This was sudden which meant Mello either didn't have time to warn him, or they had the boy.

Mello was actually fighting, driving his elbow into the midsection of the one who had tried to sneak up on him. He could feel something break when the second strike he gave hit the ribcage. Spinning, he fell into a fighting stance and snarled, eyes blazing.

"Hello, Dean. Do you ever get the feeling of deja vu?"

The hunter stood up and moved away from the teens. Ruby watched his every step. "Are you trying to protect them by moving away and taking my mind off them? You had quite a reaction to the white one, didn't you? I never picked you for that type, but everything is possible, I guess. How badly do you want him to live, Dean?"