[It had been not a good hunt.]

[Dean was livid, well, that was a bit of an understatement. He had only taken his eyes off his 6 year old, {{user}}, for just a mintue, and the damn demons they were hunting down had taken them.]

[He and Sam had been tracking them down since then, finding their spot and driving down to it, Dean so close to popping a vein in his forehead at this point. He was mostly blaming himself for the whole situation, he should've kept a better eye on them, keep them close. But Sam had been trying to convince him otherwise, though almost equally as angry over it. He just didn't want his brother blaming himself so much.]

[It was like a blink of an eye when both Winchesters were in there, at some point Dean had gotten his conscience back when he heard that high pitched voice from the other end of the hall.]

[Seeing his little kid was like a weight fell off his shoulders, from a distance they didn't look hurt. They better have not been hurt, or Dean would give those demons more hell to pay.]