WIP Big Bang 1/4
Story Title: ??
Fandom: Supernatural
Link: http://elfgirljen.livejournal.com/560952.html">Only at my lj for now
Summary: Dean never went to Stanford to get Sam when John went missing. Six years later Sam gets a phone that will forever change his life.
Warnings: lots of cannon character deaths (John Winchester, Ash, everyone at the Roadhouse)
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Pastor Jim, Jesse Moore, Richard Moore, Caleb, Tommy, Ellen, Ash, Meg Masters, Castiel, Pamela Barnes, and several oc’s
Pairings: Sam Winchester/Jesse Moore
When I Started** It was suppose to be my 2012 Nano. It failed.
How I Lost My Shit; I got bored with and tossed it aside and then I saw a post about a WIP Big Bang and thought, I can do this!
How I Finished My Shit: Hey I have plenty of time. Oh gotta check in, write, write, Oh look it’s Tumblr! Oh gotta check in, better do some writing, Oh look it’s Tumblr. OMG IT’S DUE TODAY! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! Sigh. Okay it is 90% finish as of today. I have two more scenes to go, so please bug me!
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Other notes: I’m not a medical professional, I got all my medical info from M*A*S*H, various CSI’s and Wikipedia.
NO BETA READER, I repeat NO BETA READER!
Part One
Phone calls at Five o’clock in the morning were never a good thing in Bobby Singer’s experience. Usually it was Hunter in desperate trouble or the State Police requiring his towing services at the scene of a violent or fatal vehicle accident. He prayed it was the latter because too many Hunters had been calling him lately. The last month had been brutal; two Hunters dead and one Hunter missing and presumed dead. Bobby rubbed his gritty eyes has he answered his cell-phone. “Singer’s Salvage and Tow, Bobby Singer speaking.” He blindly fumbled around until he found his jeans and a clean shirt.
“Mr. Singer? My name is Officer Derek Williams of the Shiloh Sheriff’s Department in Shiloh Missouri. Do you know a John or Dean Winchester?” an unfamiliar voice demanded with a deep southern drawl.
Bobby’s knees went weak and his heart started to pound in his chest. He swallowed several times around the lump in his throat before replying. “Yeah, I know them. What-what happened?”
“They were involved in a collision early this morning when tractor trailer hit Mr. John Winchester’s truck on the driver’s side,” Williams took a deep breath steeling himself because this was the part of job he hated the most. “I’m sorry to tell you that Mr. John Winchester was declared dead at the scene of the accident.”
“Oh God,” Bobby whispered after several seconds of stunned silence ignoring the stinging in his eyes. “What about Dean?”
“It took the rescue workers almost twenty minutes to get Dean Winchester out of the truck,” Williams explained thinking about the twisted wreckage he had seen earlier this morning. The inside of the truck had been splattered with blood and body fluid; and metal, glass and debris had been scattered all over the highway and the shoulder of the road. “Dean was airlifted to Shiloh General Hospital and rushed straight to surgery. I don’t have any further information on his condition.”
“I’ll be there as soon as possible,” Bobby replied quickly, locking down his grief. There would be time to mourn and cry later. He took down the phone number to the hospital before hanging up. A quickly phone call to the hospital prove to be futile because hospital refused to release patient information over the telephone much to his dismay.
Bobby made a flurry of phone calls to several mutual friends: Pastor Jim Murphy, Caleb Hamilton and his protégé Tommy Collins. Ash was wide awake and promised that he would take care of the Winchester’s medicals bills right away because Winchesters, like many Hunters, didn’t have medical insurance. Pastor Jim promised to be in Shiloh by noon and Caleb and Tommy would be in Shiloh by late afternoon because they had just finished a salt and burn in Arkansas. Bobby managed to get a hold of Joshua who was recovering from a broken leg and the younger Hunter agreed to man the phones while he was away. An hour later, Bobby boarded a private airplane owned by a local man who owned him a favor and flew directly to Shiloh.
“Bobby?” Pastor Jim Murphy said in a soft voice, coming into the family room at Shiloh General Hospital. Jim Murphy was an ex-marine who had seen action in Vietnam in the late 1960's. His patrol had been ambushed by the North Vietcong Army but somehow he along with several soldiers managed to escape and Jim had followed a strange white light that only he could see through the jungle to safety. His men had called it dumb luck but he called it divine intervention. He went back to university and got his BA in Theology and entered the priesthood shortly after and by 1981 was an ordained priest and was assigned to the parish of Blue Earth Minnesota.
Jim became a Hunter by accident when one of his parishioners had been possessed by a demon. Father Michael Donovan, a retired Irish Priest living with Jim had calmly exorcized the demon and Jim got a crash course on the Supernatural world. The diocese turned a blind eye to his extracurricular actives and his church became a known safe haven for Hunters who needed a place to recover or shoulder to lean on after a bad hunt.
Jim had met the Winchester family when John had shown up on his door step after a bad run in with Recki Monster. The Recki monster was a short man like creature with six inch long talons and had torn John’s legs and back to ribbons before Dean had killed it with fire arrows. John had spent six painful weeks on his stomach while his body slowly healed and Jim had looked after his boys.
John’s boys became the children he never had and in turn he became their honorary Uncle. He made sure that Dean and Sam knew that his door was always open regardless of his rocky relationship he had with John Winchester.
“Thank God you’re here,” Bobby said simply getting up and shaking Jim’s hand. They had meet in 1984 when a Black Dog had attacked a family camping at Two Mountains National Park in Michigan. They spent three days tracking the Black Dog down before killing it an abandoned cavern and had been firm friends ever since. “Caleb and Tommy should be here by this afternoon.” Bobby took a deep breath. “Did you see...John?”
Jim nodded gravely fingering the prayer bracelet on his left wrist. “I went downstairs to the morgue and spoke to the ME.” Doctor Anne Ferguson had been very understanding when he had asked to perform last rites over John’s body. He had draped a rosary over John’s left hand and placed a crucifix in his right hand and blessed and anointed John’s body. He gently touched Bobby’s arm. “He is at peace Bobby.”
Bobby nodded gratefully because didn’t want to deal with John Winchester’s restless spirit. The man had been a sob in life and he would be one nasty spirit in the afterlife.
“How is Dean?” Jim asked after a moment of silence waving off Bobby silent gesture of coffee.
“Not good,” Bobby replied bluntly, not one for sugar coating the truth. “His tib and fib are broken, couple of broken ribs, bruised kidneys and liver. They had to remove part of his spleen, but it’s the head injury that has the Doc really worried. If the swelling doesn’t go down,” Bobby trailed off unable to continue around the lump in his throat. Bad enough he was going to bury an old friend but burying a boy he considered his son would shattered him.
“Did you call Sam?” Jim demanded after several seconds of silence. It was well know among the close knit Hunters community that John had disowned his youngest when Sam had chosen a scholarship to Stanford University over the family business. John never mentioned Sam’s name and Jim knew that Dean had tried several times to contact Sam only to be firmly rebuffed. Father and son hadn’t spoke to Sam in over five years and they passed up jobs in California has if their presence in the state would taint Sam’s chance at a normal life.
“I tried Jim, I really tried but every time I started to dial, I hung up,” Bobby replied his face flushing with shame. “How do I tell Sam his Dad is dead and Dean is-is...not doing to good?” For the life of him, Bobby could not say the word dying.
Jim nodded thoughtfully. Bobby was one of the bravest men he had ever met but there was a limit to a person’s courage and clearly Bobby had reached his.
“My job Brother,” Jim replied gently taking out his Blackberry and taking down Sam’s new cell phone number. He knew perfectly well that Bobby was keeping a long distant eye on the youngest Winchester. Sam would never know that his hot water tank had a rosary inside it and a devil’s trap painted under the wood of his front door.
“He may not come,” Bobby warned stifling a yawn, fatigue was starting to hit him hard.
“He’ll come even if I have to drag his sorry ass here,” Jim said in a matter of fact voice.
Part Two
Guildford California
Richard Moore sat down on his porch stair gasping for breath. Sweat was dripping down the back of his body, staining his t-shirt a darker color. He mocked glared at his running partner. “Geez kid, are you trying to kill me?”
“Told you Dad,” Jesse Moore replied with a grin from the doorway, “you don’t jog with Sam, you try to keep up.”
“Bastard lapped me twice,” Richard moaned in a good natured voice before downing a bottle of water. He thought he was in good shape; he played golf and tennis three times a week, hit the gym once a week and tried to eat healthy: Sam had proved him wrong on all accounts.
“Jesse did warn you Mister, I mean Richard,” Sam Winchester replied an easy smile. He took a small sip of water and smiled his thanks at his girlfriend. There was a light sheen of sweat in his face and body but he wasn’t dripping like Richard. In fact Sam looked like he could a few more miles before breaking into a real sweat.
Richard smiled and studied the young couple in front of him: they had a bright future in front of them. Sam was a promising law student who already had several internships offers on the table and Jesse was working her way towards an MBA.
“Just you wait Sam, twenty years from now you’ll be in the same position,” Richard replied accepting a hand up from Sam. God, the kid hard a strong grip, but not surprising since Sam was lean as a whip with muscles to back him up. “What are you kids doing today?”
“Shower,” Jesse said in a pointed voice staring at Sam, ‘breakfast and we’re heading over to Mike and Erica’s for a b-b-q. We’ll be back later on tonight.” She held the door open for her Dad and Sam. “What about you Dad?”
“Shower, breakfast and I have a golf game this afternoon with a few of my friends,” Richard replied wincing as he went up the stairs. Richard had taken the golden handshake three years ago from Bromwell and Dune; a successful accounting company located in San Francisco whose clients included several well known computer companies, and famous politicians and celebrities. “By the way Sam, Lee said he can give you a private golf lesson tomorrow morning if you’re interested.”
“I would love too,” Sam replied quickly. Golf was a great way to network and there was something satisfying about hitting a golf ball. The only golf he had ever played was mini-putt when he was visiting Bobby Singer and that had been years ago. Dean had crashed a birthday party by pretending to be friends with the birthday boy and no one had really noticed two extra kids at the birthday party. Strangely enough, Sam could still remember the loot bag they had gotten all those years ago: pop rocks, a new Hot Wheels car, chocolate coins and a whistle.
Sam was finishing his coffee when his cell phone started to ring and he answered it without looking at the call display. “Hello?”
“Sam, its Pastor Jim,” a voice he hadn’t heard in six years said into his ear. Sam went completely still and his heart started to pound in his chest. Pastor Jim had respected his wishes for a normal life but there was only one thing that would make him break that promise.
“Sam, are you there?” Jim asked in a sharp voice after several seconds of silence. So God help him, Jim thought to himself, if Sam hung up the phone he would kick Sam’s ass clear across California. Assuming there would be anything left of his sorry hide after Bobby had finished with him.
“Yeah, I’m here,” Sam said in a shaky voice. Jesse and Richard looked up in alarm. Sam’s face was white and his hand a shaking. “Who?”
“Your Dad; a tractor trailer plowed into your Dad’s truck this early morning,’ Jim said gently his voice fill with grief and unshed tears. “He was declared dead at the scene.”
“Oh my God,” Sam choked out tears running down his face. “What-what about Dean? Was he there?”
“I’m not going to lie to you Sam, it’s not looking good for your brother,” Jim said in a compassionate voice. He wasn’t going to tell Sam that Dean’s heart stopped on the operating table or the bleak diagnoses that Dean might not wake up from his coma. “You need to come right now Sam.”
“Where are you?” Sam demanded has a pen and paper suddenly appeared in front of him. Jesse placed her hand on Sam’s shoulder in a wordless gesture of support. It was the first time she had ever seen Sam cry.
“Shiloh Missouri, two hours outside of Kansas City,” Jim said rapidly has Sam rapidly wrote the information down. Richard took the paper from his and cursed impatiently while his laptop to booted up. “Do you need a credit card number to book your flight?”
“No, it’s covered, I have a card in case of emergencies”, Sam choked out wiping away his tears. “Who is with you?”
“Bobby got the phone call and I got here an hour ago,” Jim explained suddenly drained of energy. “Caleb and Tommy are coming this afternoon.” Caleb was an old family friend whom they had met on a hunt thirteen years ago while tracking down a ghost miner who was upset that his old prospect claim was being developed into a hotel-ski resort. Caleb also owned a gun shop in Colorado that catered to Hunters and big game hunters but Tommy was a new name to him.
“I’ll call you back when I have the flight info,” Sam said numbly before hanging up his cell phone.
“Sam?” Jessie gently enquired after a minute of silence. It didn’t take a genius to figure out there had been a death in his family.
“My dad died in a car accident this morning,” Sam choked out dashing his tears with the palm of his hand, “and my brother Dean, Oh God, he’s not doing to good. Pastor Jim said I need to get out there like right now.”
“Oh God,” Jessie replied in a stricken voice. “I’m so sorry Sam.”
“So am I,” Sam replied biting his lower lip. “I was thinking about calling them you know, try to extend an olive branch but I kept putting it off, and now I’m never going to get that chance.” Sam was silent for a few seconds, filled with bitter regret. “They use to come and check on me during my first year at Stanford until I confronted them. Do you know what I told them: Get the hell out of my life and leave me alone. That was the last thing I ever said to Dean and my Dad.”
Jessie nodded. Sam was closed mouth about his family. She knew his mother had died when he was baby and his father didn’t approve of him going to university and she didn’t know that Sam had an older brother until she found a battered photo album tucked away in an old army duffle bag. She had spent an hour pouring over the faded pictures; the baby pictures, the odd school photo, a photo of Sam playing soccer, Sam grinning at the camera with an older boy and holding up his high school diploma. Jessie had asked Sam about his family Sam had bluntly told her that his Dad didn’t approve of his decision to go to Stanford and his tone had made it very clear he didn’t want to talk about it. Jessie decided it wasn’t worth fighting over and left it alone.
“I’ve got us on the one o’clock flight to Kansas City,” Richard said abruptly has the printer started spitting out paper and shoving his credit card back into his wallet. “Took care of the car rental and the hotel as well.”
“You’re coming Dad?” Jessie demanded while Sam looked up in surprise. He wasn’t expecting his future father-in-law would be coming with them.
“I’m not letting you two do this on your own,” Richard said bluntly standing up. God knows he had been a complete wreck when his wife Susan had died suddenly of a brain aneurysm seven years ago. “Get upstairs, make your phone calls and pack some clothes. Our flight leaves in two and half hours and traffic is a bitch at this time of day.”
Chapter Three
“Uncle Bobby?” Sam said in tentative voice at the threshold of Dean’s room. They had made good time to Kansas City and much to Sam’s and the Moore’s surprise a pilot with a private airplane had been waiting for them when they landed. Richard had asked about it, the pilot merely shrugged and replied he was repaying a favor he owned to Bobby Singer and a taxi had taken them straight to the hospital.
“Thank God you came,” Bobby said gruffly giving Sam a rough hug before letting him go and studying him intently. “Damn boy, you grew up.” Sam had added at least three inches since the last time Bobby had seen him almost six years ago. “I wish we could have met under better circumstances.” Sam nodded and turned his attention to his brother.
“Oh God,” Sam said staring at Dean. There was a tube was down Dean’s throat to help him breathe and there were too many wires, tubes and IV’s attached to the various machines that monitored Dean’s bodily functions. Dean’s face was one huge bruise and the neat row of stitches stood out against starkly against Dean’s pale skin. Sam could see the ugly bruises on his brother’s chest, more stitches, and his left arm and leg was in a cast. Jessie quietly cleared her throat after a minute of silence.
“Bobby, this is Jesse my girlfriend and her dad Richard Moore,” Sam said quickly has the group shook hands and Bobby stared at Jesse and her father through narrow eyes. He knew all about the Moores after running a very extensive background check on the family.
“Where’s Pastor Jim?” Sam asked as he sat down in the uncomfortable plastic chair and carefully took Dean’s hand in his own. He squeezed it and fought down a surge of disappointment when Dean didn’t squeeze back.
“Downstairs with Caleb and Tommy saying good bye to John,” Bobby replied in a heavy voice. “You and Jim need to talk. He has power of attorney over John and Dean’s affairs but he won’t make any major decisions without your input.
“I’ll take the Moores to the family room and give you and Dean some privacy and I’ll let the nurse know that you’re here; Dean’s doctor needs to talk to you,” Bobby said gently ushering the Moore’s out of the room and escorted the Moore’s to the small family room that was provided by the Knights of Columbus. The room was tastefully decorated in soft pastel colors, three sofas, television, a telephone for local calls, several magazines, and a small table with several boxes of tissues. A coffee machine, several bottles of water and plate of cookies sat next to a mini fridge. An awkward silence descended over the trio after everyone had accepted water or coffee.
“So, how long have you known Sam, Mr. Singer?” Jesse asked breaking the silence before it threatened to choke the room. She figured that Sam was a safe topic to talk about given the circumstances.
“It’s Bobby. Mr. Singer was my asshole of a father,” Bobby said bluntly and Richard mentally winced at Bobby’s coarse language. “I met John and his boys in the summer of 1984. They needed a place to stay while John was recovering from a work related accident.” Bobby didn’t mention that a ghost had tossed John down a flight of stairs resulting in mild concussion, a fractured arm and two broken ribs. Bobby hadn’t been expecting a single dad with two very young boys in tow when the Impala had finally showed up at the salvage yard at one thirty in the morning. Like Jim, the Winchester boys became the sons he never had and Bobby always made sure that his door was always open.
“Oh,” Jesse said a several seconds of silence trading a quick glance with her father mentally urging him to help her out. Richard had a life time of experience in dealing with difficult people.
“So what do you do for a living?” Richard asked smoothly taking a cue from Jesse’s unspoken plea. Work was always a safe topic and judging by Bobby’s rough hands, his dirty John Deere cap and his flannel shirt and jeans, Bobby Singer was man who worked hard for his slice of the American Dream.
“I own a tow truck and salvage yard outside of Sioux Fall, South Dakota,” Bobby said smoothly perfectly aware of how uncomfortable the Moores were feeling right now. He was in a foul mood and unfortunately the Moores were right in the line of fire. “Built my business from the ground up and I’ve done pretty well for myself all things considering.”
Whatever Richard was going to say was lost when the door opened and three men walked in. Pastor Jim was easily identifiable by his clerical collar and a black suit and the other two men were introduced as Caleb Hamilton and Tommy Collins.
Caleb was easily over six feet tall with dark blue eyes, a buzz cut and a crushing hand shake and Tommy was five ten with hazel eyes and brown hair that fell into his eyes. Both men were wearing black cargo pants, hiking boots and their t-shirts showed off their muscular arms. Caleb had a tattoo of the Virgin Mary on his left arm and a tattoo of a deer with a crucifix suspended between its antlers on his right arm. Tommy had a Triquetra and the word ‘Faith’ tattooed on his right arm and pentagram on his left arm.
“Pastor Jim?” a nurse poked her head into the room, “Doctor Jones will be in Mr. Winchester’s room shortly.”
“I’ll be there in a minute,” Jim replied taking a deep breath and flicked his eyes towards the Moores and Bobby minutely nodded. The Moores had passed Bobby tests with flying colours, neither one had noticed the Devil’s Trap on the ceiling or reacted the Holy Water in the coffee or water bottles.
“Look, we’re gonna check out John’s truck and that tractor trailer because there’s no way this was an accident,” Tommy said in a low voice to Bobby while Caleb made polite chit-chat with the Moore’s. “Too many Supernatural creatures want the Winchesters dead.”
“I hear ya kid,” Bobby replied in the same low voice. He continued on in a louder voice. “Give Deeks Garage a call when you’re done and he’ll tow John’s truck back to Sioux Falls.”
“What about the Impala?” Caleb demanded pulling out his keys for his truck. “Where is she?” Every single Hunter knew that Dean loved his car and God help anyone who touched her without his permission. The only person Dean trusted to work on the Impala was Bobby.
Bobby pulled out a set of keys and tossed them at Tommy who caught them neatly. “They were staying at the Sunset Motel just outside of town. I told the manager about the car accident and he’s holding the room until you guys settle up the bill.” He pointed a warning finger at Tommy. “Do not put a scratch on Dean’s baby otherwise he’ll kick your ass the minute he’s out of the hospital.”
“I’ll be careful,” Tommy promised, touched by Bobby’s trust has he quickly pocketing the keys and followed Caleb to the door. “I’ll text you if we find anything unusual.”
Part two
Fandom: Supernatural
Link: http://elfgirljen.livejournal.com/560952.html">Only at my lj for now
Summary: Dean never went to Stanford to get Sam when John went missing. Six years later Sam gets a phone that will forever change his life.
Warnings: lots of cannon character deaths (John Winchester, Ash, everyone at the Roadhouse)
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Pastor Jim, Jesse Moore, Richard Moore, Caleb, Tommy, Ellen, Ash, Meg Masters, Castiel, Pamela Barnes, and several oc’s
Pairings: Sam Winchester/Jesse Moore
When I Started** It was suppose to be my 2012 Nano. It failed.
How I Lost My Shit; I got bored with and tossed it aside and then I saw a post about a WIP Big Bang and thought, I can do this!
How I Finished My Shit: Hey I have plenty of time. Oh gotta check in, write, write, Oh look it’s Tumblr! Oh gotta check in, better do some writing, Oh look it’s Tumblr. OMG IT’S DUE TODAY! WRITE! WRITE! WRITE! Sigh. Okay it is 90% finish as of today. I have two more scenes to go, so please bug me!
My lovely artwork was done by
MatchboxImpala Leave her some hugs and kisses!
Other notes: I’m not a medical professional, I got all my medical info from M*A*S*H, various CSI’s and Wikipedia.
NO BETA READER, I repeat NO BETA READER!
Part One
Phone calls at Five o’clock in the morning were never a good thing in Bobby Singer’s experience. Usually it was Hunter in desperate trouble or the State Police requiring his towing services at the scene of a violent or fatal vehicle accident. He prayed it was the latter because too many Hunters had been calling him lately. The last month had been brutal; two Hunters dead and one Hunter missing and presumed dead. Bobby rubbed his gritty eyes has he answered his cell-phone. “Singer’s Salvage and Tow, Bobby Singer speaking.” He blindly fumbled around until he found his jeans and a clean shirt.
“Mr. Singer? My name is Officer Derek Williams of the Shiloh Sheriff’s Department in Shiloh Missouri. Do you know a John or Dean Winchester?” an unfamiliar voice demanded with a deep southern drawl.
Bobby’s knees went weak and his heart started to pound in his chest. He swallowed several times around the lump in his throat before replying. “Yeah, I know them. What-what happened?”
“They were involved in a collision early this morning when tractor trailer hit Mr. John Winchester’s truck on the driver’s side,” Williams took a deep breath steeling himself because this was the part of job he hated the most. “I’m sorry to tell you that Mr. John Winchester was declared dead at the scene of the accident.”
“Oh God,” Bobby whispered after several seconds of stunned silence ignoring the stinging in his eyes. “What about Dean?”
“It took the rescue workers almost twenty minutes to get Dean Winchester out of the truck,” Williams explained thinking about the twisted wreckage he had seen earlier this morning. The inside of the truck had been splattered with blood and body fluid; and metal, glass and debris had been scattered all over the highway and the shoulder of the road. “Dean was airlifted to Shiloh General Hospital and rushed straight to surgery. I don’t have any further information on his condition.”
“I’ll be there as soon as possible,” Bobby replied quickly, locking down his grief. There would be time to mourn and cry later. He took down the phone number to the hospital before hanging up. A quickly phone call to the hospital prove to be futile because hospital refused to release patient information over the telephone much to his dismay.
Bobby made a flurry of phone calls to several mutual friends: Pastor Jim Murphy, Caleb Hamilton and his protégé Tommy Collins. Ash was wide awake and promised that he would take care of the Winchester’s medicals bills right away because Winchesters, like many Hunters, didn’t have medical insurance. Pastor Jim promised to be in Shiloh by noon and Caleb and Tommy would be in Shiloh by late afternoon because they had just finished a salt and burn in Arkansas. Bobby managed to get a hold of Joshua who was recovering from a broken leg and the younger Hunter agreed to man the phones while he was away. An hour later, Bobby boarded a private airplane owned by a local man who owned him a favor and flew directly to Shiloh.
“Bobby?” Pastor Jim Murphy said in a soft voice, coming into the family room at Shiloh General Hospital. Jim Murphy was an ex-marine who had seen action in Vietnam in the late 1960's. His patrol had been ambushed by the North Vietcong Army but somehow he along with several soldiers managed to escape and Jim had followed a strange white light that only he could see through the jungle to safety. His men had called it dumb luck but he called it divine intervention. He went back to university and got his BA in Theology and entered the priesthood shortly after and by 1981 was an ordained priest and was assigned to the parish of Blue Earth Minnesota.
Jim became a Hunter by accident when one of his parishioners had been possessed by a demon. Father Michael Donovan, a retired Irish Priest living with Jim had calmly exorcized the demon and Jim got a crash course on the Supernatural world. The diocese turned a blind eye to his extracurricular actives and his church became a known safe haven for Hunters who needed a place to recover or shoulder to lean on after a bad hunt.
Jim had met the Winchester family when John had shown up on his door step after a bad run in with Recki Monster. The Recki monster was a short man like creature with six inch long talons and had torn John’s legs and back to ribbons before Dean had killed it with fire arrows. John had spent six painful weeks on his stomach while his body slowly healed and Jim had looked after his boys.
John’s boys became the children he never had and in turn he became their honorary Uncle. He made sure that Dean and Sam knew that his door was always open regardless of his rocky relationship he had with John Winchester.
“Thank God you’re here,” Bobby said simply getting up and shaking Jim’s hand. They had meet in 1984 when a Black Dog had attacked a family camping at Two Mountains National Park in Michigan. They spent three days tracking the Black Dog down before killing it an abandoned cavern and had been firm friends ever since. “Caleb and Tommy should be here by this afternoon.” Bobby took a deep breath. “Did you see...John?”
Jim nodded gravely fingering the prayer bracelet on his left wrist. “I went downstairs to the morgue and spoke to the ME.” Doctor Anne Ferguson had been very understanding when he had asked to perform last rites over John’s body. He had draped a rosary over John’s left hand and placed a crucifix in his right hand and blessed and anointed John’s body. He gently touched Bobby’s arm. “He is at peace Bobby.”
Bobby nodded gratefully because didn’t want to deal with John Winchester’s restless spirit. The man had been a sob in life and he would be one nasty spirit in the afterlife.
“How is Dean?” Jim asked after a moment of silence waving off Bobby silent gesture of coffee.
“Not good,” Bobby replied bluntly, not one for sugar coating the truth. “His tib and fib are broken, couple of broken ribs, bruised kidneys and liver. They had to remove part of his spleen, but it’s the head injury that has the Doc really worried. If the swelling doesn’t go down,” Bobby trailed off unable to continue around the lump in his throat. Bad enough he was going to bury an old friend but burying a boy he considered his son would shattered him.
“Did you call Sam?” Jim demanded after several seconds of silence. It was well know among the close knit Hunters community that John had disowned his youngest when Sam had chosen a scholarship to Stanford University over the family business. John never mentioned Sam’s name and Jim knew that Dean had tried several times to contact Sam only to be firmly rebuffed. Father and son hadn’t spoke to Sam in over five years and they passed up jobs in California has if their presence in the state would taint Sam’s chance at a normal life.
“I tried Jim, I really tried but every time I started to dial, I hung up,” Bobby replied his face flushing with shame. “How do I tell Sam his Dad is dead and Dean is-is...not doing to good?” For the life of him, Bobby could not say the word dying.
Jim nodded thoughtfully. Bobby was one of the bravest men he had ever met but there was a limit to a person’s courage and clearly Bobby had reached his.
“My job Brother,” Jim replied gently taking out his Blackberry and taking down Sam’s new cell phone number. He knew perfectly well that Bobby was keeping a long distant eye on the youngest Winchester. Sam would never know that his hot water tank had a rosary inside it and a devil’s trap painted under the wood of his front door.
“He may not come,” Bobby warned stifling a yawn, fatigue was starting to hit him hard.
“He’ll come even if I have to drag his sorry ass here,” Jim said in a matter of fact voice.
Part Two
Guildford California
Richard Moore sat down on his porch stair gasping for breath. Sweat was dripping down the back of his body, staining his t-shirt a darker color. He mocked glared at his running partner. “Geez kid, are you trying to kill me?”
“Told you Dad,” Jesse Moore replied with a grin from the doorway, “you don’t jog with Sam, you try to keep up.”
“Bastard lapped me twice,” Richard moaned in a good natured voice before downing a bottle of water. He thought he was in good shape; he played golf and tennis three times a week, hit the gym once a week and tried to eat healthy: Sam had proved him wrong on all accounts.
“Jesse did warn you Mister, I mean Richard,” Sam Winchester replied an easy smile. He took a small sip of water and smiled his thanks at his girlfriend. There was a light sheen of sweat in his face and body but he wasn’t dripping like Richard. In fact Sam looked like he could a few more miles before breaking into a real sweat.
Richard smiled and studied the young couple in front of him: they had a bright future in front of them. Sam was a promising law student who already had several internships offers on the table and Jesse was working her way towards an MBA.
“Just you wait Sam, twenty years from now you’ll be in the same position,” Richard replied accepting a hand up from Sam. God, the kid hard a strong grip, but not surprising since Sam was lean as a whip with muscles to back him up. “What are you kids doing today?”
“Shower,” Jesse said in a pointed voice staring at Sam, ‘breakfast and we’re heading over to Mike and Erica’s for a b-b-q. We’ll be back later on tonight.” She held the door open for her Dad and Sam. “What about you Dad?”
“Shower, breakfast and I have a golf game this afternoon with a few of my friends,” Richard replied wincing as he went up the stairs. Richard had taken the golden handshake three years ago from Bromwell and Dune; a successful accounting company located in San Francisco whose clients included several well known computer companies, and famous politicians and celebrities. “By the way Sam, Lee said he can give you a private golf lesson tomorrow morning if you’re interested.”
“I would love too,” Sam replied quickly. Golf was a great way to network and there was something satisfying about hitting a golf ball. The only golf he had ever played was mini-putt when he was visiting Bobby Singer and that had been years ago. Dean had crashed a birthday party by pretending to be friends with the birthday boy and no one had really noticed two extra kids at the birthday party. Strangely enough, Sam could still remember the loot bag they had gotten all those years ago: pop rocks, a new Hot Wheels car, chocolate coins and a whistle.
Sam was finishing his coffee when his cell phone started to ring and he answered it without looking at the call display. “Hello?”
“Sam, its Pastor Jim,” a voice he hadn’t heard in six years said into his ear. Sam went completely still and his heart started to pound in his chest. Pastor Jim had respected his wishes for a normal life but there was only one thing that would make him break that promise.
“Sam, are you there?” Jim asked in a sharp voice after several seconds of silence. So God help him, Jim thought to himself, if Sam hung up the phone he would kick Sam’s ass clear across California. Assuming there would be anything left of his sorry hide after Bobby had finished with him.
“Yeah, I’m here,” Sam said in a shaky voice. Jesse and Richard looked up in alarm. Sam’s face was white and his hand a shaking. “Who?”
“Your Dad; a tractor trailer plowed into your Dad’s truck this early morning,’ Jim said gently his voice fill with grief and unshed tears. “He was declared dead at the scene.”
“Oh my God,” Sam choked out tears running down his face. “What-what about Dean? Was he there?”
“I’m not going to lie to you Sam, it’s not looking good for your brother,” Jim said in a compassionate voice. He wasn’t going to tell Sam that Dean’s heart stopped on the operating table or the bleak diagnoses that Dean might not wake up from his coma. “You need to come right now Sam.”
“Where are you?” Sam demanded has a pen and paper suddenly appeared in front of him. Jesse placed her hand on Sam’s shoulder in a wordless gesture of support. It was the first time she had ever seen Sam cry.
“Shiloh Missouri, two hours outside of Kansas City,” Jim said rapidly has Sam rapidly wrote the information down. Richard took the paper from his and cursed impatiently while his laptop to booted up. “Do you need a credit card number to book your flight?”
“No, it’s covered, I have a card in case of emergencies”, Sam choked out wiping away his tears. “Who is with you?”
“Bobby got the phone call and I got here an hour ago,” Jim explained suddenly drained of energy. “Caleb and Tommy are coming this afternoon.” Caleb was an old family friend whom they had met on a hunt thirteen years ago while tracking down a ghost miner who was upset that his old prospect claim was being developed into a hotel-ski resort. Caleb also owned a gun shop in Colorado that catered to Hunters and big game hunters but Tommy was a new name to him.
“I’ll call you back when I have the flight info,” Sam said numbly before hanging up his cell phone.
“Sam?” Jessie gently enquired after a minute of silence. It didn’t take a genius to figure out there had been a death in his family.
“My dad died in a car accident this morning,” Sam choked out dashing his tears with the palm of his hand, “and my brother Dean, Oh God, he’s not doing to good. Pastor Jim said I need to get out there like right now.”
“Oh God,” Jessie replied in a stricken voice. “I’m so sorry Sam.”
“So am I,” Sam replied biting his lower lip. “I was thinking about calling them you know, try to extend an olive branch but I kept putting it off, and now I’m never going to get that chance.” Sam was silent for a few seconds, filled with bitter regret. “They use to come and check on me during my first year at Stanford until I confronted them. Do you know what I told them: Get the hell out of my life and leave me alone. That was the last thing I ever said to Dean and my Dad.”
Jessie nodded. Sam was closed mouth about his family. She knew his mother had died when he was baby and his father didn’t approve of him going to university and she didn’t know that Sam had an older brother until she found a battered photo album tucked away in an old army duffle bag. She had spent an hour pouring over the faded pictures; the baby pictures, the odd school photo, a photo of Sam playing soccer, Sam grinning at the camera with an older boy and holding up his high school diploma. Jessie had asked Sam about his family Sam had bluntly told her that his Dad didn’t approve of his decision to go to Stanford and his tone had made it very clear he didn’t want to talk about it. Jessie decided it wasn’t worth fighting over and left it alone.
“I’ve got us on the one o’clock flight to Kansas City,” Richard said abruptly has the printer started spitting out paper and shoving his credit card back into his wallet. “Took care of the car rental and the hotel as well.”
“You’re coming Dad?” Jessie demanded while Sam looked up in surprise. He wasn’t expecting his future father-in-law would be coming with them.
“I’m not letting you two do this on your own,” Richard said bluntly standing up. God knows he had been a complete wreck when his wife Susan had died suddenly of a brain aneurysm seven years ago. “Get upstairs, make your phone calls and pack some clothes. Our flight leaves in two and half hours and traffic is a bitch at this time of day.”
Chapter Three
“Uncle Bobby?” Sam said in tentative voice at the threshold of Dean’s room. They had made good time to Kansas City and much to Sam’s and the Moore’s surprise a pilot with a private airplane had been waiting for them when they landed. Richard had asked about it, the pilot merely shrugged and replied he was repaying a favor he owned to Bobby Singer and a taxi had taken them straight to the hospital.
“Thank God you came,” Bobby said gruffly giving Sam a rough hug before letting him go and studying him intently. “Damn boy, you grew up.” Sam had added at least three inches since the last time Bobby had seen him almost six years ago. “I wish we could have met under better circumstances.” Sam nodded and turned his attention to his brother.
“Oh God,” Sam said staring at Dean. There was a tube was down Dean’s throat to help him breathe and there were too many wires, tubes and IV’s attached to the various machines that monitored Dean’s bodily functions. Dean’s face was one huge bruise and the neat row of stitches stood out against starkly against Dean’s pale skin. Sam could see the ugly bruises on his brother’s chest, more stitches, and his left arm and leg was in a cast. Jessie quietly cleared her throat after a minute of silence.
“Bobby, this is Jesse my girlfriend and her dad Richard Moore,” Sam said quickly has the group shook hands and Bobby stared at Jesse and her father through narrow eyes. He knew all about the Moores after running a very extensive background check on the family.
“Where’s Pastor Jim?” Sam asked as he sat down in the uncomfortable plastic chair and carefully took Dean’s hand in his own. He squeezed it and fought down a surge of disappointment when Dean didn’t squeeze back.
“Downstairs with Caleb and Tommy saying good bye to John,” Bobby replied in a heavy voice. “You and Jim need to talk. He has power of attorney over John and Dean’s affairs but he won’t make any major decisions without your input.
“I’ll take the Moores to the family room and give you and Dean some privacy and I’ll let the nurse know that you’re here; Dean’s doctor needs to talk to you,” Bobby said gently ushering the Moore’s out of the room and escorted the Moore’s to the small family room that was provided by the Knights of Columbus. The room was tastefully decorated in soft pastel colors, three sofas, television, a telephone for local calls, several magazines, and a small table with several boxes of tissues. A coffee machine, several bottles of water and plate of cookies sat next to a mini fridge. An awkward silence descended over the trio after everyone had accepted water or coffee.
“So, how long have you known Sam, Mr. Singer?” Jesse asked breaking the silence before it threatened to choke the room. She figured that Sam was a safe topic to talk about given the circumstances.
“It’s Bobby. Mr. Singer was my asshole of a father,” Bobby said bluntly and Richard mentally winced at Bobby’s coarse language. “I met John and his boys in the summer of 1984. They needed a place to stay while John was recovering from a work related accident.” Bobby didn’t mention that a ghost had tossed John down a flight of stairs resulting in mild concussion, a fractured arm and two broken ribs. Bobby hadn’t been expecting a single dad with two very young boys in tow when the Impala had finally showed up at the salvage yard at one thirty in the morning. Like Jim, the Winchester boys became the sons he never had and Bobby always made sure that his door was always open.
“Oh,” Jesse said a several seconds of silence trading a quick glance with her father mentally urging him to help her out. Richard had a life time of experience in dealing with difficult people.
“So what do you do for a living?” Richard asked smoothly taking a cue from Jesse’s unspoken plea. Work was always a safe topic and judging by Bobby’s rough hands, his dirty John Deere cap and his flannel shirt and jeans, Bobby Singer was man who worked hard for his slice of the American Dream.
“I own a tow truck and salvage yard outside of Sioux Fall, South Dakota,” Bobby said smoothly perfectly aware of how uncomfortable the Moores were feeling right now. He was in a foul mood and unfortunately the Moores were right in the line of fire. “Built my business from the ground up and I’ve done pretty well for myself all things considering.”
Whatever Richard was going to say was lost when the door opened and three men walked in. Pastor Jim was easily identifiable by his clerical collar and a black suit and the other two men were introduced as Caleb Hamilton and Tommy Collins.
Caleb was easily over six feet tall with dark blue eyes, a buzz cut and a crushing hand shake and Tommy was five ten with hazel eyes and brown hair that fell into his eyes. Both men were wearing black cargo pants, hiking boots and their t-shirts showed off their muscular arms. Caleb had a tattoo of the Virgin Mary on his left arm and a tattoo of a deer with a crucifix suspended between its antlers on his right arm. Tommy had a Triquetra and the word ‘Faith’ tattooed on his right arm and pentagram on his left arm.
“Pastor Jim?” a nurse poked her head into the room, “Doctor Jones will be in Mr. Winchester’s room shortly.”
“I’ll be there in a minute,” Jim replied taking a deep breath and flicked his eyes towards the Moores and Bobby minutely nodded. The Moores had passed Bobby tests with flying colours, neither one had noticed the Devil’s Trap on the ceiling or reacted the Holy Water in the coffee or water bottles.
“Look, we’re gonna check out John’s truck and that tractor trailer because there’s no way this was an accident,” Tommy said in a low voice to Bobby while Caleb made polite chit-chat with the Moore’s. “Too many Supernatural creatures want the Winchesters dead.”
“I hear ya kid,” Bobby replied in the same low voice. He continued on in a louder voice. “Give Deeks Garage a call when you’re done and he’ll tow John’s truck back to Sioux Falls.”
“What about the Impala?” Caleb demanded pulling out his keys for his truck. “Where is she?” Every single Hunter knew that Dean loved his car and God help anyone who touched her without his permission. The only person Dean trusted to work on the Impala was Bobby.
Bobby pulled out a set of keys and tossed them at Tommy who caught them neatly. “They were staying at the Sunset Motel just outside of town. I told the manager about the car accident and he’s holding the room until you guys settle up the bill.” He pointed a warning finger at Tommy. “Do not put a scratch on Dean’s baby otherwise he’ll kick your ass the minute he’s out of the hospital.”
“I’ll be careful,” Tommy promised, touched by Bobby’s trust has he quickly pocketing the keys and followed Caleb to the door. “I’ll text you if we find anything unusual.”
Part two