Re: Team – Faith, Dean, John & f!Ben, rescuing Sam!
Dean cast another apprehensive look at Ben before he followed his father's silent order and walked through the cleared area. This was very, VERY bad, and the only thing keeping him from losing control entirely was the fact that Claire was outside waiting on the wounded to come out instead of inside in the middle of this with them. There were just too many people in one very dangerous place that he cared about. It wasn't the worst sort of building he had seen by far, or the most heavily guarded, but it was the first time that his grown son was fighting by his side. He knew from the expert way that Ben cleaned the guns and aimed crossbow that he was very good, but the lack of information between his baby faced younger son's skills and his grown up older version left Dean uneasy. Clearly the older Ben did this often, but Dean couldn't imagine regularly walking into situations like this with Ben at his side, easily broken, easily lost. Had he completely lost his mind in the future?
Dean shook his head. He couldn't focus on that now. This place might not be the worst that he had ever seen, but it was still no cakewalk and he had to pay attention. He lifted his gun, shooting expertly at a few of the attackers that dared to come within ten feet of Ben. Grown or not, Dean was still going to protect him.
"Sammy? Sam." Dean stopped doing everything, even shooting for a split second as he listened for a response. He was praying there was one, but for the moment there was just silence. He worked his way deeper into the building, toward the stairs, and called again.
"SAMMMM."
This time, in the lull was just enough to reveal Sam's voice, and Dean sighed in relief. Sammy was ok...or at least ok enough to recognize his girlfriend's voice and respond accordingly. Thank God