WIP Big Bang 2/4
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Fandom: Supernatural
Link: only at my livejournal
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, 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!
The inside of the cab of the tractor trailer was covered in sulphur confirming what they had suspected; this was no accident. Some demon had possessed the driver and caused an accident that killed John Winchester and left his eldest son in coma.
“What are you doing?” Caleb demanded has Tommy carefully scrapped some sulphur into a test tube and sealed it with a piece of tape and wrote the time and date on it.
“It’s Ash’s latest idea. He wants samples of demon sulphur so he can start running the samples through a DNA extractor and see if he can start building profiles on demons that are appearing on Earth. He figures that each demon might have its own unique DNA and the sulphur might be the key to tracking these bastards,” Tommy explained calmly.
Caleb nodded thoughtful. “If that idea pans out, it might answer some very interesting questions about demons. Why do some demons kept re-appearing on Earth? Like that one we banished a few weeks in Ohio; her last words: I’ll be back before you know it? I thought she was jerking us along, but now I’m not so sure.” Caleb was silent for a minute and stared at Tommy with troubled eyes. “You thinking that some demons are getting bumped to the front of the line?”
“Yeah, I do,” Tommy said slowly, “These demons are up to something. I mean most Hunters have never seen a demon but this year we’ve sent at least half a dozen back to Hell. There is something big going on and I have the feeling this is going to end badly for a lot of people.”
“Jesus Christ,” Caleb swore when they finally found the remains of John’s truck at the impound lot. The driver’s side was completely smashed in and the passenger missing a door, the windows were shattered, the front bumper had been torn off and the hood was hanging on by a thread and a huge blood stain marred the front windshield.
“It’s a miracle Dean survived at all,” Tommy said softly slowly walking around the truck. John’s truck was a complete right off. “Where did John store his weapons?”
“Under the false floor in the back,” Caleb replied staring at the passenger’s side, something yellow glinted in the sun.
“Damn,” Tommy cursed staring at the back of the truck; it was completely smashed in. “No way are we getting to John’s guns and stuff without using a crowbar or a blow torch.”
“Come here kid,” Caleb called out has he peered at the door hand and Tommy looked over his shoulder. Caleb leaned over, sniffed the powder and recoiled at the overwhelming stench of rotten eggs. “Sulphur.”
“Shit,” Tommy cursed has Caleb cleaned his hands with some Holy Water. “Damn, I think there’s sulphur inside the truck as well,” he said pointing at the yellow powder on the seats. “Demon came after them after it totalled John’s truck. John was dying or already dead and Dean was in no shape to drive it off. So why didn’t it finish the job?”
“Good question,” Caleb replied thoughtfully while Tommy scrapped another sample into a test tube. “Come on, we need to find the Impala. Hopefully we can find some answers.”
Ten minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot of the Sunset Motel. It was a typical one storey L shape motel from the 1950’s, with ancient plastic lawn chairs outside each room, three vending machines that were broken and a swimming pool that hadn’t been used in years. The ‘Vacant’ light was on and the motel offered weekly and monthly rates, a/c and efficiency kitchens. There were four dusty cars in the parking lot including the Impala.
“I’ll let the manager know we’re here and set up the bill,” Caleb murmured softly glancing around suspiciously. “Go and check Dean’s car and be careful.”
“Crap,” Tommy muttered staring at the ground because could see traces of yellow powder around the Impala. Like all the Hunters Tommy had meet in the few years, Dean had demon proofed his car using Devil Traps, Gris-Gris bags, and a host of other sundries.
“More sulphur?” Caleb demanded two minutes later, holding a battered key chain in his hand and Tommy nodded and scrapped another sample into test tube. “Well I have more bad news; some woman tried to get into their motel room this morning. She claimed she forgot her phone last night but the manager didn’t buy her brand of bullshit because the Winchesters took off yesterday morning.”
“What did she look like?” Tommy demanded looking around the parking lot has Caleb tried opened the door of room nine.
“Long brown hair, brown eyes, wearing a red leather jackets and probably long gone by now,” Caleb replied jiggling the key in the lock and finally getting the door open. He stepped in and looked down at the chalk drawing on the ancient carpet. “Clever: a devil’s trap behind the door so the Demon couldn’t break in.”
“Nothing disturbed the salt lines,” Tommy called out walking around the room eyeing the thick salt lines on the floor and on the windowsill, and mentally making a note to leave a few extra dollars for housekeeping. He went over to the small night table/desk and picked up several papers and started to study them while Caleb had a quick conversation with Bobby.
“Find anything interesting?” Caleb demanded after he finished his phone call. He grabbed a duffle bag and started shoving clothes inside it making a mental note to find a laundry mat. Everything was covered in dried mud, oils stains and God knows what else.
“Couple of unfinished credit card applications, nearly empty first aid kit, motel and gas receipts, couple of maps, two back issues of ‘World Weekly News’ and some lore about Pagan Gods,” Tommy replied shoving the papers into a plastic bag. “Basically a whole lot of nothing.”
Part five
Sam barely acknowledged Bobby, Jesse and Richard leaving the room has he watched his brother. The machines that were keeping Dean alive barely made a noise. He frowned has he studied Dean’s too still body. Dean had always been a restless sleeper has a child and adult. More than once Sam had almost been shoved onto the floor when they shared a bed when they were young children. God knows his shins had the bruises to prove that when they were growing up. Dean had barely changed since the last time he had seen him six years ago. His body was still lean and fit but there were a few more scars including something that looked like claw marks on his left shoulder and a long scar that ran down Dean’s right arm but the unusual tattoo on his chest was new. Maybe Dad would know why-and Sam froze at the thought. His dad was lying in the morgue and would never be able to give his thoughts or opinions about anything. Sam shoved the thought away; he would deal with his father’s death at a later time.
Sam shifted uncomfortably in the plastic chair and reluctantly let go of Dean’s hand and got up to stretch his legs. He frowned when he saw something attached to the IV bag; it was a crucifix. Impulsively he turned over the chair and started at the Devil Trap on the underside. He quickly checked the rest of room and found another Devil’s Trap under the bed and one the window that over looked the parking, and there were two unknown sigils on Dean’s cast. Sam couldn’t decide if the crucifix on the wall had always been there or had had been placed this morning.
“Oh Dean,” Sam whispered sitting back down and taking Dean’s cold hand in his own and squeezing it again. Sam
had no idea how long he sat beside Dean’s bed and started violently when the door suddenly opened and Pastor Jim entered. Sam was on his feet and in Jim’s arms before he realized it, his body shaking with silent sobs.
Of all the people the Winchesters had stayed with while growing up, Pastor Jim had been Sam’s favorite person. It had been Pastor Jim who answered all of Sam’s curious and then serious questions about God and religion, found books for him read on long car rides, and much later on Pastor Jim had tried to acted has a buffer between him and his dad. Pastor Jim had never judged him for walking away from his family unlike the rest of the Hunters.
“It’s alright Sam,” Pastor Jim said gently rubbing his back soothingly. “You came and that’s all that matters.” He silently handed Sam a tissue and shook his head has he looked up. “You got taller.” Sam, who had always worried because he was the smallest kid in class, now towered over everyone.
“Bobby said the same thing when he saw me; I grew two more inches at school.” Sam gave him a watery smile has he dropped the tissue into the garbage. “Kinda of surprised me as well.” Thank God there had been a Good Will near his dorm otherwise he would have been forced to wear clothes that were at least one size to small.
The door opened again and Dean’s doctor came into the room and frowned at Sam but nodded when Pastor Jim’s introduced them.
“Mr. Winchester, I’m Doctor Andrew Jones, I was the on duty doctor when your brother was brought in,” Doctor Jones introduced himself shaking Sam’s hand. Doctor Jones had dark skin, soulful brown eyes and carried an extra twenty pounds on his frame.
“How is he doing?” Sam demanded bluntly not wasting time with idle chitchat.
“I’m going to be honest with you,” Doctor Jones replied in a heavy voice staring at Dean’s prone body. “It was a miracle that your brother survived the crash and a bigger miracle we got his heart started after it stopped on the operating table.” It had taken almost a minute for Dean’s heart to start beating again; in fact Doctor Jones had almost made the call.
Sam blanched but Doctor Jones continued on gesturing at Dean. “As you can see his tib and fib are broken, his kidneys and liver are badly bruised, several broken ribs but right now my biggest worry is the Cerebral Edema or more commonly known has swelling of the brain.”
“Are you going to operate?” Sam demanded trading a helpless look with Pastor Jim.
“Dean is going to have another MRI tomorrow morning and I’m hoping that the swelling will start to go down by then so we don’t have to operate,” Doctor Jones replied cautiously and Sam nodded. “I know it’s hard but right now we have to play the wait and see game.” His pager went off and Doctor Jones sighed deeply. “I gotta run, if you have any another questions, ask one of the nurses or grab me in the hallway.”
Five minutes later, Nurse Lisa Gray, a no nonsense woman in her mid fifties with grey hair and sensible shoes came into the room and politely but firmly ordered both men out of the room so she could changed the IV’s and the bed linens and gave Dean a much needed sponge bath.
They made the trip to the morgue in complete silence and Pastor Jim had a quick word with Doctor Ferguson who silently led Sam over to the wall and pulled out a gurney and muttered something about being in her office. Jim squeezed his shoulder and waited outside and sat down on a cold metal chair. He shrewdly guessed that Sam needed time alone with his father and didn’t want any witnesses.
Sam stared at his father’s body for long time has a maelstrom of emotions raced through him: anger that his dad had chosen revenge over his family, despair that his dad never understood him and grief he would never have the chance to speak to his father again. He gently brushed away a stray locket of hair on his dad’s face and kissed his forehead and started to cry.
Almost twenty minutes later, a red eyed Sam came out of the morgue to find Pastor Jim speaking softly into his cell phone. He quickly said goodbye and hung up the phone and patted the seat next to him and waited for the young man to speak. This was going to be a very unpleasant conversation judging by Sam’s face.
“What were they hunting? And don’t lie to me either.” Sam demanded in an even voice. “I saw the Devil’s Trap and the crucifixes in Dean’s room and dad was clutching a rosary and crucifix.”
“About a month ago, your father called Dean out of the blue and asked him to hook up with him for a two man job in Colorado. Dean flat out refused to go, in fact he told John in some very colorful language where he could go, and what he could do with himself,” Pastor Jim explained slowly while mentally debating just how much he should reveal to Sam. Jim didn’t like to keep secrets but John had begged him not to tell anyone about what he was hunting.
“Wait a second; Dean refused an order from dad?” Sam replied in a stunned voice. If dad had said jump, Dean would be in mid air before the word died away. John always referred to Dean has his prefect soldier, a nick name that always grated on Sam’s nerves.
“Considering it was the first time in almost five years your dad spoken to Dean, do you blame him?” Pastor Jim replied leaning back in the uncomfortable chair. Dean had spent ten minutes ranting on the phone to Jim about his ‘douche bag of a father.’
“You’re kidding me? Dad didn’t speak to Dean for five years? The same man who would flip out if Dean didn’t check in once a day?” Sam exclaimed his eyes growing huge. Dad had almost called the cops one time when Dean didn’t check in for two days which was ironic because John would go off the grid for days or weeks at a time and didn’t seem to care if his boys worried themselves sick.
“A lot of things changed after you left Sam,” Pastor Jim replied with deep sigh thinking back to the huge fight between Bobby and John when Bobby discovered that John had disowned his youngest son and literally abandoned his eldest son. “Dean got back to the apartment and discovered that John had cleared out. Your dad left half the weapons, the keys and papers to the Impala, a credit card and about two grand on the sofa.”
“What? Why?” Sam asked in a bewildered voice. “I thought they would have been hunting up a storm without me to hold them back.” John had often derided a teenage Sam by claiming he was a third wheel when it came to hunting.
“There was no reason for your dad to stick around. You didn’t need your dad and John didn’t need Dean,” Pastor Jim replied in a short voice. Jim had plenty to say to John when their paths had finally crossed several months later in Minnesota, and none it was complementary. “Your brother was a right mess afterwards. He became reckless, and I would say even suicidal. He took on jobs that would make most seasoned Hunters think twice; Chupacabras, Skinwalkers, Black dogs and rumour as it he even took out a Flay Lord,” Jim mentally shuddered at the mere thought of the hunting a South American Pagan God that liked to flayed it victims alive before ripping their still beating hearts out of their chests and eating it. “Eventually he paid a price for his recklessness.”
“What happened?” Sam demanded anxiously because knew Dean had a tendency of throwing himself head first into a hunt without considering the consequences.
“Salt and burn that went wrong; he got tossed and landed badly and fractured his leg in two places,” Pastor Jim replied with a deep sigh. “Cook County Hospital in Illinois called me when Dean let it slip that he had nowhere to go. Bobby was buried in a blizzard so I picked him up and brought him back to Blue Moon.”
Jim didn’t mention that Dean was bruised from head to toe, suffering from a mild concussion, fifteen pounds underweight, and was developing a serious drinking problem. Dean spent the first week curled up in bed lost in a haze of pain killers and depression. He picked at his food and barely spoke a word and when he did speak in was in a monotone voice. Jim had called John several times only to be greeted by a voice mail and eventually a disconnected number. Bobby had been incensed and put the word out to find John Winchester but the man had disappeared off the grid.
Christmas and New Years came and went with a barely a grunt of acknowledgement from Dean but he started to take more interested in the world has his birthday grew closer and closer. He gave Pastor Jim a faint smile on January 24 when he made Dean his favorite breakfast, extra strong coffee, French toast, scrambled eggs, hash browns, and a side of bacon. He perked up when the ladies from the Woman’s Catholic League baked him a mouth watering apple pie for lunch and smiled at the kids’ choir when they came in for practice after school all the while discreetly checking his cell phone. Day turned into night and Dean sat of sofa with his cell phone in his hand waiting for it to ring. January twenty forth turned over and became January twenty fifth and Dean sighed and left his phone on the coffee table and went to bed. Jim followed about ten minutes making enough noise when he entered Dean’s room so he wouldn’t be greeted by a gunshot or a knife to the chest.
Dean was sitting on the bed with his arms curled around his knees looking like a lost child, and Jim had prayed for strength when he saw the devastated expression on Dean’s face. Jim sat down and after a moment’s hesitation pulled the younger man into arms and held Dean has the young man’s body shook with silent sobs while he mentally cursed John and Sam for their callous treatment of Dean on his birthday.
Dean had thrown himself into psychical therapy and by the time March rolled around, Dean pronounced himself completely healed, gruffly thanked Jim for all of his help and took off to Idaho to track down a Skinwalker who had killed two people. Dean was a bit more careful afterwards and called other Hunters if the job was too big to handle but he preferred to work alone.
“Where was dad?” Sam demanded after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence.
“I have no clue,” Jim replied leaning back in the chair and stretching out his legs. “A lot of people thought something happened to John because when a hunter goes missing, they tend to stay missing.”
They both knew that some Hunters simply walked away because it became too much or got killed on the job and unless they had close friends or family, no one would come looking for them and sadly no one would care.
“I can only speculate that John got hurt, badly hurt like your brother, found somewhere to hole up while he healed. John showed up in March and flat out refused to talk about where he had been. Bobby put him through every single test he could think of that make sure it was your dad and not something else,” Pastor Jim explained slowly. “He wasn’t the same though. Scaled back on hunts, passed up on jobs, cut down on the drinking,” Pastor Jim said staring off into the distance.
“And he never said anything,” Sam demanded getting up and stretching his legs.
“You of all people know that your dad liked his secrets,” Jim replied getting up as well, “and he didn’t confide them to me or Bobby. It’s a moot point now since your father took his secrets to grave.”
Part Six
Richard pushed the elevator button that would take him back to the fourth floor and to Dean’s room. Jesse had gone with Dean for another MRI and Richard grabbed an opportunity to stretch his legs and grab a bit to eat in the cafeteria. He barely tasted the bland ham and cheese sandwich and passed on the coffee because it looked like brown sludge and sent Sam a text message begging for fresh coffee and food. The elevator suddenly jerked to a stop and the lights suddenly dimmed.
“Oh great, just great,” Richard moaned to himself. He stabbed the emergency call button and groaned when static filled the air. He pulled out his cell phone and cursed when he saw the ‘no service’ message. The lights started flickering wildly and he watched in disbelieve has black smoke pouring down from the ceiling. Richard didn’t have time to cry out before the black smoke flowed into his body.
The demon known as Meg Masters slowly opened her eyes as she got accustomed to her new meat suit especially that thing between her legs. She wasn’t happy about being in a male meat suit but time was of the essence right now. She made a quick gesture and the elevator started moving again and she smiled politely to the two nurses who got on at the next floor. She resisted the impulse to rip out their hearts and sighed longingly has they got off at the maternity ward. Nothing tasted sweeter than the blood of a new born child in her opinion.
“Hello Mr. Moore,” Nurse Lisa said pleasantly looking up from the nurse’s station. “They wheeled Dean back to his room about ten minutes ago and the Doctor should have the results of Dean’s MRI later on this afternoon.”
“Good, good,” Meg replied barely keeping the distain out of her voice and the potted plant on the table behind her started to shrivel up, yellow leaves dropping to the floor like desiccated husks.
“Your daughter should be back in a few minutes,” Nurse Lisa said oblivious to the death throes of her plant. “I told her to help herself to the coffee in the break room.” She knew that the coffee in the cafeteria was sludge at best and she felt a great deal of sympathy for the Sam’s Winchester’s extended family.
“Oh good, I could do with a good cup of coffee,” Meg grunted turning away has her eyes turned black.
Meg eyed the Devil Traps, protection wards and sigils with contempt. They might keep out a lesser demon but not a demon like her; they were more like an annoying mosquito bites.
“Bastard,” she hissed staring at Dean’s body her face twisting in pure hatred. Her last run in with Dean Winchester in Chicago had resulted in the ‘death’ of her favorite meat suit when she had taking a header out of a six story building. The meat suit’s body was too badly injured to heal so she jumped into a woman who had been passing by the building. That next meat suit hadn’t faired any better when two Hunters had caught her off guard in Ohio and forced her out of that body. Her father had been less that pleased when she turned up in Hell and turned her over to Hell’s High Inquisitor for punishment. Meg spent one week on Alistair’s rack before Azazel had shown up and warned her if she screwed up one more time he would strip her of her powers and leave her permanently on Alistair’s rack. Alistair’s eyes had lit up with unholy joy and she fled Hell as fast as she could.
She spent the few weeks jumping from body to body until she was ordered to Missouri to take care of John and Dean Winchester. She possessed a truck driver causing him to crash into John’s truck. John had died of his injuries but Dean had been barely conscious when she tore of the door to the pickup truck intent on finishing the job when Dean had pointed the legendary Colt .45 and tried to shoot her but he had missed her by an inch. She immediate vacated the trucker’s body after realizing that the hospital would contact Dean’s family and that bring Sam Winchester to his side.
She grabbed an empty syringe from the medical waste box, made sure it was empty and getting ready to stab Dean in the throat when Jesse came in carrying two cups of coffee.
“Hi Dad, got you a little pick me up from the Nurses Room…Dad! What the hell are you doing?” Jesse shouted dropping the coffee cups on a table. Coffee splashed everywhere and meandered all over the floor.
Richard’s eyes turned completely black has he looked at his daughter and he smiled showing his rotten gums. “Ah the second victim has finally arrived.”
“Dad, what’s wrong with your eyes!” Jesse choked out and taking a step backward in fear. She fumbled with her cell phone and gasped as it flew out of her hand and shattered on the floor. She grunted in pain has an invisible force slammed her against wall pining her there like a butterfly. “Dad!”
“Sorry baby, daddy’s not in the driver’s seat right now,” Meg replied mockingly cocking her head sideways mentally laughing at Richard’s incoherent threats. She always made sure to keep her meat suits fully aware of what she was doing and drinking their fear, rage and terror like a fine wine.
“Who-what are you?” Jesse choked out trying to move. “What did you do to my dad?”
“You can call me Meg Masters and I am a very old friend of the Winchester family. In fact I’m part of the Winchester’s family dirty little secret,” Meg replied flexing her fingers and Jesse stared at her blankly. “Sammy didn’t tell you the whole truth about himself and his family. You see sweetie, Sammy’s family, they are Hunters, and I’m not talking game hunters either. They hunt Supernatural creatures, like ghosts, vampires, werewolves and demons, like me.”
“That’s impossible,” Jesse protested weakly, “things like that don’t exist.”
Meg threw back her head and laughed mockingly. “You humans never cease to amaze me; you deny what’s in front of you despite all the evidence. You want me to show you?”
Meg grinned and made a gesture with her hand and Jesse let out a soundless scream because of the overwhelming pain in her chest.
“If I squeeze hard enough, I’ll crush your heart like a beer can,” Meg said gleefully flexing her fingers, “and wouldn’t that be funny?” Black spots erupted in Jesse’s vision and she could feel herself starting to blackout when the pain suddenly stopped.
“Why are you here? What do you want?” Jesse demanded has tears rolled down her face. Her chest felt like someone had reached in and tried to crush her heart.
“Sam Winchester.” Meg replied taking a step closer to Jesse and enjoying the pain and fear that rolled over off her in waves.
“Why? What do you want with Sam?” Jesse demanded in a bewildered voice trying to kick out and crying in desperation when she couldn’t move.
“Oh we have plans for Sam, big plans that don’t include a pesky girlfriend or an annoying big brother,” Meg boasted with a terrible smile. “You see, Sam got an extra five years of normal, but now it’s time to put away childish things and join the real world. Sam is really, really important to us. In fact he is one of the most important people on the planet right now even if he doesn’t know it.”
“Sam Winchester?” Jesse demanded in an incredulous voice. “The same man who drools into his pillow at night? The same man who can’t sing to save his life?”
“Like I said, we have big plans for him and they don’t include you,” Meg replied staring at Jesse with a hungry expression. “You know, I normally don’t like male meat suits; that dick between my legs? Very annoying, but I can kinda see the appeal right now because fuck, you are hot.”
Jesse whimpered has Meg roughly fondled her breast and gagged when Meg leaned in and lick away a tear. She could feel an erection pressing against her thigh. “I bet you would look hot on your hands and knees while I fucked you raw but you know what they say: business before pleasure.”
“You sick bitch!” Jesse hissed, her eyes flashing with rage.
“I’m a demon sweetie, it comes with the territory,” Meg replied patting Jesse’s face before stepping back her face becoming serious. “I was going to kill Dean and you but I’m going to change things around now. Let’s see how Sam reacts when he finds you pinned to the ceiling with your stomach gutted open just like his whore of a mother and the room on fire. The exact same way his mother died. Kinda fitting don’t you think?” Jesse cried out in silent agony has something tore across her stomach and she started to slide up the wall.
Part seven
“Feeling better Sam?” Bobby asked as they waited for the elevator. Jesse had convinced Sam to go back to the motel room and have a shower and food that didn’t come from the cafeteria. They had made a pit stop at Dunkin Donuts for coffee, donuts and several turkey wraps for Jesse and Richard and another stop at Gas and Go for four pack of Red Bull for Caleb, Tommy and himself.
“Yeah, I do,” Sam replied in a tired voice hoping the Red Bull would kick in soon. “Hopefully the Doctor will have the results of Dean’s MRI when we get to his room.”
Bobby nodded but didn’t say anything to give Sam false hope. He knew that Dean had a long way to go before he was out of the woods.
“Hopefully it’s good news,” Pastor Jim replied fingering his prayer bracelet. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen.
Sam suddenly gasped has blinding pain shot through his head and he dropped the Dunkin Donuts bag to the floor his hands flying up to hold his head. He cried out and felt the blood dripping down his nose has a several visions overwhelmed him: Richard’s eyes has black has midnight, Jesse gutted and pinned to the ceiling, Dean’s room on fire, Pastor Jim dead in his church, Bobby Caleb and Tommy torn apart by werewolves, and the Earth a barren wasteland.
“Sam?” Booby demanded urgently, “what’s wrong? Talk to me!”
“Demon in Dean’s room, it’s inside Richard!” Sam choked out wiping his face leaving a bloody smear on his hand. “Jesse, oh God she’s on the ceiling!”
Caleb and Tommy dropped the coffees and bolted, running for the staircase and Sam, Bobby and Pastor Jim were right behind them. They rushed up the stairs taking the stairs two or three at a time until they came to the fourth floor. Thankfully there was no one in the hallway has they ran to Dean’s room because Caleb, Tommy and Bobby had their guns out.
The group burst into Dean’s room and stopped in horror. Jesse was pinned to the wall and there was a thin trickle of blood staining her blouse and Richard was standing over Dean’s bed with a lighter in his hand. Richard eyes were completely black has he stared at the group, a macabre smile on his face.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t little Sammy Winchester all grown up!” Richard crowed gleefully licking his lips. “The last time I saw you Sammy, you were crying your eyes out on a bus heading to California. The pain and misery that was rolling of you was like the finest wine, almost has good has the blood of a newborn baby.” Caleb choked out something and charged Richard only to be thrown across the room. He hit the wall hard and landed on the floor with the wind knocked out of him.
“Let Jesse go!” Sam shouted trying to move forward and found him unable to move. He glared at Richard in impotent fury. |”Let her go, damn it!”
“You didn’t say please Sammy,” Richard replied in a sing-song voice.
“Hey, catch!” Tommy called out and Richard shrieked in agony has an open water bottle filled with Holy Water struck him in the face. Terrible blisters erupted over his face and his hands has he frantically tried to wipe the Holy Water from his face and demonic curses filled the air.
“I’m going to rip your heart out of your chest and eat it in front of you,” Richard hissed at Tommy taking a step forward, his face filled with unholy fury. Tommy blanched but to his credit didn’t step backwards. “Then I’m suck the marrow out of bones-“ Richard suddenly flinched has Pastor Jim and Bobby started chanting in prefect unison. Richard started to gag and black smoke started to emerge from his mouth and Jesse suddenly slid to the floor, her hand clasped over her stomach protectively.
“Do you think this is over?” Richard hissed his face twisting in agony has black smoke started to pour from his mouth. “This isn’t finished, not by a long shot!” Richard’s head snapped back and there was an inhuman scream has black smoke erupted from Richard’s mouth and the smoke fled out a small crack in the windowsill.
Richard moaned and collapsed to the floor and Sam rushed to Jesse’s side while Bobby raced to Dean’s side, Tommy bee lined to Caleb and Pastor Jim knelt on the floor next to Richard.
“Jesse?” Sam demanded urgently quickly lifting up her blouse and sighed in relief when he saw her stomach wound. It was a long shallow cut not the gapping stomach would he expected to find. “Oh God Jesse!” He hugged her tightly until Jesse gasped in pain. “I’m so sorry.”
“Sam, she said that she knew you and your family,” Jesse said with a shudder and Sam stiffened at her words. “She said that she wanted you to find me pinned to the ceiling like your mother. What the hell was she talking about?”
“It’s a really long story Jesse,” Sam replied biting his lower lip well aware that his family’s ugly secret had been revealed to the Moore’s.
“Yeah, and you’re going to telling it to me after someone takes a look at me,” Jesse replied in flat voice, a sure sign that she was upset.
“Hey let me take a look,” Tommy said gently kneeling next to the couple. “I’m a Paramedic in Grand Junction, Colorado, or I was until I started hunting two years ago year.”
Jesse nodded and carefully lifted up her blouse and Tommy hummed has he stared at the long thin wound. “Well good news, it’s a long shallow cut so you won’t need any stitches.” Tommy found a clean cloth and poured the rest of the Holy Water on it and carefully started to dab the cut on Jesse’s stomach. “I’ll see if I can ‘borrow’ some gauze and tape it up,” Tommy replied tossing the bloody cloth into the medical waste disposal unit. “I don’t think it will scar but you never know with demons or supernatural creatures.” He still had vivid scars on his chest from his near fatal encounter with a Wendigo two years ago.
Jesse nodded and looked over at her dad who was now slumped in a chair. He seemed to have aged at least ten years in the last five minutes. She could see heavy streaks of grey in his hair and the lines around his eyes and mouth were more pronounced and Pastor Jim was standing next to him and almost forcing a bottle of water down his throat. Bobby was carefully checking Dean over and Caleb was drawing something on the floor with a magic marker.
“How do you know if that, that thing is out of my dad?” Jesse demanded in a worried voice. Richard was trying to push away another water bottle but meekly accepted it after Pastor Jim gave him a stern look.
“Trust me, the demon is long gone,” Tommy said soberly giving Sam a sharp look over Jesse’s head not to contradict him. “Bobby and Pastor Jim used a very powerful exorcism and drove it out of your dad’s body.”
“Good,” Jesse said closing her eyes as tears started to trickle down her face. “I hope that woman burns in hell after what it did to my dad.”
“The demon was a woman?” Caleb said demanded urgently from his position on the floor. “Are you sure it was a woman?”
“Yeah, she said, she didn’t like male meat suits because of the thing between her legs,” Jesse stammered flushing bright red because her dad, no, the demon, had threatened to rape her. She looked at her dad and glanced away while dashed away her tears with an impatient hand.
“Oh Jesus,” Sam cursed, reading between the lines and Tommy muttered a curse while he handed Jesse a water bottle.
“Dean’s okay,” Bobby said after he had thorough inspected Dean’s body and brushing a stray locket off of Dean’s forehead. “That was too close for comfort.” If they had arrived a minute later, Jesse would have been pinned to the ceiling and Dean’s room on fire.
“Dad, I mean that thing, didn’t do anything while I was here,” Jesse said from her position on the floor taking a sip of water. She made a face at the tepid water but continued to keep drinking at Sam’s urging.
“Jesse, I know that now is not the time, but we need to know exactly what the demon did and more importantly what it was saying,” Caleb said urgently trading a grim look with Pastor Jim. He knew that demons liked to brag, and hopefully it had dropped some hints about it future plans and maybe Richard would have some valuable information as well.
“Just give me a minute,” Jesse replied accepting a hand up from Sam wincing in pain from her stomach wound. She took several deep breaths and went over her dad. Richard gave her a weak smile and opened his arms and with a choking sob Jesse threw her arms around him and started to cry.
Everyone drew back to give Jesse and Richard an illusion of privacy.
“Sam, how long have you been having visions?” Bobby demanded in a low voice.
“I’ve never had a vision before. I thought I was having a migraine.” Sam replied in a bewildered voice accepting a damp cloth my Tommy and wiping away the dry blood under his nose. “I get nose bleeds when I have a bad migraine.”
“Migraines?” Bobby said sharply. “When did that start?”
“It started at school and the Doctors said it was stress. It’s not exactly easy juggling a full course load, a part time job and making sure my marks stay above ninety five percent so I didn’t lose my scholarship,” Sam replied defensively. He didn’t mention he had been terribly homesick and lonely his first term at Stanford.
“What did you see?” Jim asked in a curious voice willing him not to look at Bobby.
“Jesse on the ceiling, Richard possessed, you and Bobby at the foot of Dean’s grave, Caleb and Tommy torn apart by a werewolf and the Earth a barren wasteland,” Sam said slowly trying to make sense of what the vision had shown him.
“You’ve never had a vision before?” Bobby asked sharply and Sam shook his head.
“Never.”
“What I want to know is how that demon managed to get in here,” Caleb said abruptly looking around the hospital room. “It shouldn’t have been able to get near Dean’s bed.”
Tommy frowned and took a peeked under Dean’s bed and muttered a curse when he got up. “This isn’t Dean’s original bed. They must have switched beds when he went down to x-ray and the janitor probably cleaned Dean’s room while he was out. Richard got possessed because we didn’t offer Richard or Jesse any protection.”
“God we’re a bunch morons, we left Richard and Jesse wide open.” Caleb said in a disgusted voice, angry at this own stupidity.
“I got a few amulets in my bag at the hotel,” Bobby muttered while Pastor Jim pulled out two prayer bracelets out of his pants pocket and mutter a short prayer in Latin.
“Shouldn’t Dean be wearing this?” Sam demanded fingering Dean’s amulet that Sam had given years ago. Originally the amulet was suppose to be a Christmas gift for his dad but he had given it to Dean because he was far more deserving than a man who decided a hunt at Christmas was more important than his two boys.
“He’s got the protection tattoo on his chest like mine,” Tommy explained jerking down his shirt and showing Sam a similar tattoo to the one that Dean had on his chest. “God, we had to practically hold Dean down when he got his tat. Kristy was more nervous than Dean.”
“Dean hates needles, I’m surprised he didn’t down a couple shots of Jack’s before getting into the chair,” Sam replied fighting down an irrational surge of jealously. Sam had always wanted to get a tattoo but Dean flat out refused because he was scared of needles.
“She won’t do a tattoo if the person is drunk or stoned,” Tommy explained with a shrug. Kristy had seen too many people who were drunk or stoned getting a tattoo and regret it the next morning. “Mind you Dean got totally trashed afterwards.”
“Sam?” Jesse called out softly from her dad’s side. “We’re ready to talk.” Richard gave the group a weary smile has they arranged themselves in Dean’s small room.
“Here,” Pastor Jim said holding out the prayer bracelets which the Moore’s took and immediately put on. “Temporary protection until we can get you something better.”
“I know this is going to be hard on both you, but you need to answer us truthfully about what happened,” Bobby said taking charge of the questioning while Tommy was ready to take notes. “Richard?”
“I was in the elevator and this black smoke came down from the ceiling and the next thing I know, this thing was inside me,” Richard said with a shudder. “I could see what she was doing but I couldn’t stop her. I was powerless inside my own body.” He had screamed, threatened, begged and pleaded with the demon to release him and she had laughed at him and showed him exactly what she had planned to do to Dean and his daughter.
“Did she have a name?” Bobby asked urgently.
“Meg Masters,” Jesse and Richard relied at the same time and Caleb and Tommy stiffened at her name.
“You boys know her?” Pastor Jim demanded seeing the grim looks on Caleb and Tommy’s faces.
“Dean had a run in with a demon by that name a few weeks ago in Chicago, she took a header out of a building and fled her meat suit,” Caleb replied. “She was summoning Daeva’s and using them to kill people.” Jesse and Richard looked confused and Caleb hastened to explain. “A Daeva is a very old school demon, not very smart and very easy to control.”
“Why would a demon summon another demon to do its bidding?” Jesse demanded in a bewildered voice.
“Why do your dirty work when someone else can do it for you?” Pastor Jim demanded rhetorically gesturing with his hands. “Weaker demon gets banished and the stronger demon stays on Earth. Win-win as far as a demon is concerned.”
Bobby made a gesture for Richard to continue with his side of the story. “I-no, she went to Dean’s room and was going to inject an air bubble into Dean’s neck. She really hated Dean; she wanted to rip his heart out of his chest among other things.” Richard swallowed heavily because she had shown Richard in graphic detail what she wanted to do to Dean. “Oh! She also caused the truck crash that killed John and she tried to kill Dean but he tried to shot her, so she fled the trucker’s body.”
“Why did she flee the trucker?” Sam demanded curiously. “A bullet wound wouldn’t have slowed her down. Most demons don’t care about the amount of damage they inflict on their meat suits.”
“I don’t know,” Richard replied hopeless shrugging his shoulders. He took a sip of water and continued on with the story. “She was going to inject Dean when Jesse came into the room and she changed her mind.” Richard gestured for Jesse to continue the story.
“She said she was an old friend of your family Sam,” Jesse said slowly, “and she told me about ghosts, vampire, werewolves and demons. I didn’t believe her and she almost crushed with heart with a wave of her hand.” She touched her chest wondering if it was possible if there were bruises on her heart. “I kinda believed her after that and I asked her what she wanted.” Jesse took a deep breath well aware that she was going to be dropping a bombshell in a few seconds. She looked Sam straight in the eyes. “She wanted you Sam.”
“What? Why?” Sam gasped out letting go of Dean’s hand while the Hunters stared at Sam. “Why does she want me?”
“Her exact words were: ‘We have big plans for you that don’t include a pesky girlfriend or an annoying big brother,” Jesse said slowly and Richard nodded confirming her words. “You see, Sam got an extra five years of normal, but now it’s time to put away childish things and join the real world. Sam is really, really important to us. In fact he is one of the most important people on the planet right now even if he doesn’t know it.”
Sam was completely white by the time Jesse finished talking and his hands were violently shaking in shock and fear. “What do they want with me? Why am I so important to a bunch of god damn demons?” The last few words were half shouted at Richard.
“I don’t know and that’s the honest truth Sam, that bitch didn’t share that with me,” Richard snapped at him, shaking off his state of shock that he had fallen into since the demon had fled his body. “The only thing I can tell you is she wanted Dean and Jesse dead. She wanted Jesse gutted and pinned to the ceiling like your mom and the room on fire.”
“Why? It doesn’t make sense,” Sam replied in a frustrated voice. He wanted to get up and pace around but the room was too crowded.
“Actually it makes perfect sense,” Pastor Jim said slowly has several things slowly fell into place. “Let’s say we didn’t get to the room in time; Jesse’s on the ceiling, Dean is dead, the room is on fire and you knew a demon was responsible, what would you do?”
“I would go after it,” Sam replied without hesitation, his eyes flashing with fury. “I would hunt down the son of a bitch that killed my family.”
“You would do the exact same thing that your dad did when your mother died,” Pastor Jim said bluntly fingering his prayer bracelet. “Someone or rather something, wants you back in the game and I have the horrible feeling this is just the beginning.”
“Yeah, I guess they succeeded in that,” Sam said bitterly trying to get his racing emotions under control. He knew that any chance of a normal life was finished because he knew that the demons would never stop hounding him and his family until they were defeated.
“There’s something I don’t understand,” Tommy said looking up from his notes with a frown on his face, “she said you got an extra five years. What do you think she meant by that?”
“What were you doing five years ago?” Jesse asked the group curiously. “Sam had just been accepted into Stanford Law School and I was in my last year of International Business.”
“Just retired from work and probably playing golf,” Richard replied with a shrug of his shoulders. He had always pictured himself traveling somewhere in Europe or Asia with his wife after his retirement. Now he spent most of his days playing golf with his friends and coming home to an empty house.
“Got bored and spent my free weekends installing a panic room in my basement,” Bobby replied gruffly ignoring Caleb’s muffled snort of laughter. “I was bored alright? I figured it might come in handy one day.”
“Graduated from university, went on a camping trip and had a run in with a Wendigo, damn thing killed two of my friends and Dean saved my life,” Tommy said softly. He still had nightmares about hearing his friends being eaten alive by the monster. “After they released me from the hospital, I tracked Dean down and begged him to train me. He gave me Caleb’s number instead.”
“I was ignoring phone calls from some punk kid who decided he wanted to be a Hunter,” Caleb said with a sly look at Tommy. “Damn kid even showed up to my gun store and kept pestering me until I said yes.” Despite their rocky start they had become best friends. Caleb found a younger brother and partner he could trust to watch his back and Tommy found a best friend and an older brother.
“I was at my parish doing the usual: Wedding, baptisms and funerals, taught a few theology classes at the local community college, did a few hunts in my free time,” Pastor Jim replied with a shrug.
“What was Dean doing? And my dad?” Sam asked Bobby and Pastor Jim.
“ Dean saved a kid from a water wraith, saved more kids from a Bloody Mary, burned a possessed doll, killed a skin walker and a Shtriga, helped take out a coven of witches and spent too much time in New Orleans salt and burning after Hurricane Katrina,” Bobby replied with grimace. New Orleans was always a hot spot for supernatural activity and it was worse after Hurricane Katrina. Hundreds of graves had been disturbed and the dead reacted accordingly.
“What about my dad?” Sam pressed urgently. “What was he doing?”
“What your dad has been doing for most of his life: hunting and researching,” Bobby replied resting his hand on his chin. He wasn’t going to mention that John had the habit of disappearing for months at a time that coincided with the school year or he had once seen a picture of an unknown woman with her arm around John shoulder inside John’s wallet.
“I want to know why Dean ran off with John,” Caleb said abruptly looking at Pastor Jim meaningfully. “I mean, they didn’t talk to each other for years and years, and suddenly Dean drops everything and takes off with John? That doesn’t make sense.”
Pastor Jim silently considered Caleb’s question wondering just how much information he should divulge. “John said he found the Colt and he needed Dean’s help to get it.”
“The Colt? Oh come man! That thing is just a myth like the Holy Grail or King Arthur’s sword,” Caleb scoffed folding his arms across his chest.
“What’s the Colt?” Richard demanded echoing several people thoughts in the room.
“Legend has it that Samuel Colt, the same guy who invented the Colt .45, created a special gun for a Hunter back in 1835 that can kill any supernatural creature,” Caleb explained. “Hunters have spent almost two hundred years looking for the gun without any success.”
“Does the name Daniel Elkins ring a bell?” Pastor Jim asked and both Bobby and Caleb nodded. “Colt made the gun for Daniel’s great-great grandfather a couple of times removed and it’s been in his family ever since. Elkins contacted John and offered it to him and sent him several picture and one bullet as a good will gesture, so John went out his place only to discover that something had killed Daniel and stole the Colt. Since Daniel was a paranoid man, he had cameras all over his property and the whole thing was caught in tape and even John Winchester isn’t stupid enough to go after a pack of vampires on his own.”
“Vampires?” Jesse said in a disbelieving voice. “Vampires are real?”
“Oh yeah, and they ain’t your Twilight sparkly vampires either,” Bobby muttered in a disgusted voice. “Nasty blood sucking creatures that see humans has happy meals with legs.”
“Long story short: they killed all the vampires, got the gun and that was the last thing I heard until Bobby called me two days ago telling me that they were involved in a car crash and John was dead.” Jim explained rubbing his fingers.
“Son of a bitch,” Bobby muttered leaning back in his chair, “the Colt wasn’t among their personal possessions when the hospital gave me their stuff. I bet that the demon that was possessing the truck driver took it which means we’ll never see it again.”
Part Three
Fandom: Supernatural
Link: only at my livejournal
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, 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!
The inside of the cab of the tractor trailer was covered in sulphur confirming what they had suspected; this was no accident. Some demon had possessed the driver and caused an accident that killed John Winchester and left his eldest son in coma.
“What are you doing?” Caleb demanded has Tommy carefully scrapped some sulphur into a test tube and sealed it with a piece of tape and wrote the time and date on it.
“It’s Ash’s latest idea. He wants samples of demon sulphur so he can start running the samples through a DNA extractor and see if he can start building profiles on demons that are appearing on Earth. He figures that each demon might have its own unique DNA and the sulphur might be the key to tracking these bastards,” Tommy explained calmly.
Caleb nodded thoughtful. “If that idea pans out, it might answer some very interesting questions about demons. Why do some demons kept re-appearing on Earth? Like that one we banished a few weeks in Ohio; her last words: I’ll be back before you know it? I thought she was jerking us along, but now I’m not so sure.” Caleb was silent for a minute and stared at Tommy with troubled eyes. “You thinking that some demons are getting bumped to the front of the line?”
“Yeah, I do,” Tommy said slowly, “These demons are up to something. I mean most Hunters have never seen a demon but this year we’ve sent at least half a dozen back to Hell. There is something big going on and I have the feeling this is going to end badly for a lot of people.”
“Jesus Christ,” Caleb swore when they finally found the remains of John’s truck at the impound lot. The driver’s side was completely smashed in and the passenger missing a door, the windows were shattered, the front bumper had been torn off and the hood was hanging on by a thread and a huge blood stain marred the front windshield.
“It’s a miracle Dean survived at all,” Tommy said softly slowly walking around the truck. John’s truck was a complete right off. “Where did John store his weapons?”
“Under the false floor in the back,” Caleb replied staring at the passenger’s side, something yellow glinted in the sun.
“Damn,” Tommy cursed staring at the back of the truck; it was completely smashed in. “No way are we getting to John’s guns and stuff without using a crowbar or a blow torch.”
“Come here kid,” Caleb called out has he peered at the door hand and Tommy looked over his shoulder. Caleb leaned over, sniffed the powder and recoiled at the overwhelming stench of rotten eggs. “Sulphur.”
“Shit,” Tommy cursed has Caleb cleaned his hands with some Holy Water. “Damn, I think there’s sulphur inside the truck as well,” he said pointing at the yellow powder on the seats. “Demon came after them after it totalled John’s truck. John was dying or already dead and Dean was in no shape to drive it off. So why didn’t it finish the job?”
“Good question,” Caleb replied thoughtfully while Tommy scrapped another sample into a test tube. “Come on, we need to find the Impala. Hopefully we can find some answers.”
Ten minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot of the Sunset Motel. It was a typical one storey L shape motel from the 1950’s, with ancient plastic lawn chairs outside each room, three vending machines that were broken and a swimming pool that hadn’t been used in years. The ‘Vacant’ light was on and the motel offered weekly and monthly rates, a/c and efficiency kitchens. There were four dusty cars in the parking lot including the Impala.
“I’ll let the manager know we’re here and set up the bill,” Caleb murmured softly glancing around suspiciously. “Go and check Dean’s car and be careful.”
“Crap,” Tommy muttered staring at the ground because could see traces of yellow powder around the Impala. Like all the Hunters Tommy had meet in the few years, Dean had demon proofed his car using Devil Traps, Gris-Gris bags, and a host of other sundries.
“More sulphur?” Caleb demanded two minutes later, holding a battered key chain in his hand and Tommy nodded and scrapped another sample into test tube. “Well I have more bad news; some woman tried to get into their motel room this morning. She claimed she forgot her phone last night but the manager didn’t buy her brand of bullshit because the Winchesters took off yesterday morning.”
“What did she look like?” Tommy demanded looking around the parking lot has Caleb tried opened the door of room nine.
“Long brown hair, brown eyes, wearing a red leather jackets and probably long gone by now,” Caleb replied jiggling the key in the lock and finally getting the door open. He stepped in and looked down at the chalk drawing on the ancient carpet. “Clever: a devil’s trap behind the door so the Demon couldn’t break in.”
“Nothing disturbed the salt lines,” Tommy called out walking around the room eyeing the thick salt lines on the floor and on the windowsill, and mentally making a note to leave a few extra dollars for housekeeping. He went over to the small night table/desk and picked up several papers and started to study them while Caleb had a quick conversation with Bobby.
“Find anything interesting?” Caleb demanded after he finished his phone call. He grabbed a duffle bag and started shoving clothes inside it making a mental note to find a laundry mat. Everything was covered in dried mud, oils stains and God knows what else.
“Couple of unfinished credit card applications, nearly empty first aid kit, motel and gas receipts, couple of maps, two back issues of ‘World Weekly News’ and some lore about Pagan Gods,” Tommy replied shoving the papers into a plastic bag. “Basically a whole lot of nothing.”
Part five
Sam barely acknowledged Bobby, Jesse and Richard leaving the room has he watched his brother. The machines that were keeping Dean alive barely made a noise. He frowned has he studied Dean’s too still body. Dean had always been a restless sleeper has a child and adult. More than once Sam had almost been shoved onto the floor when they shared a bed when they were young children. God knows his shins had the bruises to prove that when they were growing up. Dean had barely changed since the last time he had seen him six years ago. His body was still lean and fit but there were a few more scars including something that looked like claw marks on his left shoulder and a long scar that ran down Dean’s right arm but the unusual tattoo on his chest was new. Maybe Dad would know why-and Sam froze at the thought. His dad was lying in the morgue and would never be able to give his thoughts or opinions about anything. Sam shoved the thought away; he would deal with his father’s death at a later time.
Sam shifted uncomfortably in the plastic chair and reluctantly let go of Dean’s hand and got up to stretch his legs. He frowned when he saw something attached to the IV bag; it was a crucifix. Impulsively he turned over the chair and started at the Devil Trap on the underside. He quickly checked the rest of room and found another Devil’s Trap under the bed and one the window that over looked the parking, and there were two unknown sigils on Dean’s cast. Sam couldn’t decide if the crucifix on the wall had always been there or had had been placed this morning.
“Oh Dean,” Sam whispered sitting back down and taking Dean’s cold hand in his own and squeezing it again. Sam
had no idea how long he sat beside Dean’s bed and started violently when the door suddenly opened and Pastor Jim entered. Sam was on his feet and in Jim’s arms before he realized it, his body shaking with silent sobs.
Of all the people the Winchesters had stayed with while growing up, Pastor Jim had been Sam’s favorite person. It had been Pastor Jim who answered all of Sam’s curious and then serious questions about God and religion, found books for him read on long car rides, and much later on Pastor Jim had tried to acted has a buffer between him and his dad. Pastor Jim had never judged him for walking away from his family unlike the rest of the Hunters.
“It’s alright Sam,” Pastor Jim said gently rubbing his back soothingly. “You came and that’s all that matters.” He silently handed Sam a tissue and shook his head has he looked up. “You got taller.” Sam, who had always worried because he was the smallest kid in class, now towered over everyone.
“Bobby said the same thing when he saw me; I grew two more inches at school.” Sam gave him a watery smile has he dropped the tissue into the garbage. “Kinda of surprised me as well.” Thank God there had been a Good Will near his dorm otherwise he would have been forced to wear clothes that were at least one size to small.
The door opened again and Dean’s doctor came into the room and frowned at Sam but nodded when Pastor Jim’s introduced them.
“Mr. Winchester, I’m Doctor Andrew Jones, I was the on duty doctor when your brother was brought in,” Doctor Jones introduced himself shaking Sam’s hand. Doctor Jones had dark skin, soulful brown eyes and carried an extra twenty pounds on his frame.
“How is he doing?” Sam demanded bluntly not wasting time with idle chitchat.
“I’m going to be honest with you,” Doctor Jones replied in a heavy voice staring at Dean’s prone body. “It was a miracle that your brother survived the crash and a bigger miracle we got his heart started after it stopped on the operating table.” It had taken almost a minute for Dean’s heart to start beating again; in fact Doctor Jones had almost made the call.
Sam blanched but Doctor Jones continued on gesturing at Dean. “As you can see his tib and fib are broken, his kidneys and liver are badly bruised, several broken ribs but right now my biggest worry is the Cerebral Edema or more commonly known has swelling of the brain.”
“Are you going to operate?” Sam demanded trading a helpless look with Pastor Jim.
“Dean is going to have another MRI tomorrow morning and I’m hoping that the swelling will start to go down by then so we don’t have to operate,” Doctor Jones replied cautiously and Sam nodded. “I know it’s hard but right now we have to play the wait and see game.” His pager went off and Doctor Jones sighed deeply. “I gotta run, if you have any another questions, ask one of the nurses or grab me in the hallway.”
Five minutes later, Nurse Lisa Gray, a no nonsense woman in her mid fifties with grey hair and sensible shoes came into the room and politely but firmly ordered both men out of the room so she could changed the IV’s and the bed linens and gave Dean a much needed sponge bath.
They made the trip to the morgue in complete silence and Pastor Jim had a quick word with Doctor Ferguson who silently led Sam over to the wall and pulled out a gurney and muttered something about being in her office. Jim squeezed his shoulder and waited outside and sat down on a cold metal chair. He shrewdly guessed that Sam needed time alone with his father and didn’t want any witnesses.
Sam stared at his father’s body for long time has a maelstrom of emotions raced through him: anger that his dad had chosen revenge over his family, despair that his dad never understood him and grief he would never have the chance to speak to his father again. He gently brushed away a stray locket of hair on his dad’s face and kissed his forehead and started to cry.
Almost twenty minutes later, a red eyed Sam came out of the morgue to find Pastor Jim speaking softly into his cell phone. He quickly said goodbye and hung up the phone and patted the seat next to him and waited for the young man to speak. This was going to be a very unpleasant conversation judging by Sam’s face.
“What were they hunting? And don’t lie to me either.” Sam demanded in an even voice. “I saw the Devil’s Trap and the crucifixes in Dean’s room and dad was clutching a rosary and crucifix.”
“About a month ago, your father called Dean out of the blue and asked him to hook up with him for a two man job in Colorado. Dean flat out refused to go, in fact he told John in some very colorful language where he could go, and what he could do with himself,” Pastor Jim explained slowly while mentally debating just how much he should reveal to Sam. Jim didn’t like to keep secrets but John had begged him not to tell anyone about what he was hunting.
“Wait a second; Dean refused an order from dad?” Sam replied in a stunned voice. If dad had said jump, Dean would be in mid air before the word died away. John always referred to Dean has his prefect soldier, a nick name that always grated on Sam’s nerves.
“Considering it was the first time in almost five years your dad spoken to Dean, do you blame him?” Pastor Jim replied leaning back in the uncomfortable chair. Dean had spent ten minutes ranting on the phone to Jim about his ‘douche bag of a father.’
“You’re kidding me? Dad didn’t speak to Dean for five years? The same man who would flip out if Dean didn’t check in once a day?” Sam exclaimed his eyes growing huge. Dad had almost called the cops one time when Dean didn’t check in for two days which was ironic because John would go off the grid for days or weeks at a time and didn’t seem to care if his boys worried themselves sick.
“A lot of things changed after you left Sam,” Pastor Jim replied with deep sigh thinking back to the huge fight between Bobby and John when Bobby discovered that John had disowned his youngest son and literally abandoned his eldest son. “Dean got back to the apartment and discovered that John had cleared out. Your dad left half the weapons, the keys and papers to the Impala, a credit card and about two grand on the sofa.”
“What? Why?” Sam asked in a bewildered voice. “I thought they would have been hunting up a storm without me to hold them back.” John had often derided a teenage Sam by claiming he was a third wheel when it came to hunting.
“There was no reason for your dad to stick around. You didn’t need your dad and John didn’t need Dean,” Pastor Jim replied in a short voice. Jim had plenty to say to John when their paths had finally crossed several months later in Minnesota, and none it was complementary. “Your brother was a right mess afterwards. He became reckless, and I would say even suicidal. He took on jobs that would make most seasoned Hunters think twice; Chupacabras, Skinwalkers, Black dogs and rumour as it he even took out a Flay Lord,” Jim mentally shuddered at the mere thought of the hunting a South American Pagan God that liked to flayed it victims alive before ripping their still beating hearts out of their chests and eating it. “Eventually he paid a price for his recklessness.”
“What happened?” Sam demanded anxiously because knew Dean had a tendency of throwing himself head first into a hunt without considering the consequences.
“Salt and burn that went wrong; he got tossed and landed badly and fractured his leg in two places,” Pastor Jim replied with a deep sigh. “Cook County Hospital in Illinois called me when Dean let it slip that he had nowhere to go. Bobby was buried in a blizzard so I picked him up and brought him back to Blue Moon.”
Jim didn’t mention that Dean was bruised from head to toe, suffering from a mild concussion, fifteen pounds underweight, and was developing a serious drinking problem. Dean spent the first week curled up in bed lost in a haze of pain killers and depression. He picked at his food and barely spoke a word and when he did speak in was in a monotone voice. Jim had called John several times only to be greeted by a voice mail and eventually a disconnected number. Bobby had been incensed and put the word out to find John Winchester but the man had disappeared off the grid.
Christmas and New Years came and went with a barely a grunt of acknowledgement from Dean but he started to take more interested in the world has his birthday grew closer and closer. He gave Pastor Jim a faint smile on January 24 when he made Dean his favorite breakfast, extra strong coffee, French toast, scrambled eggs, hash browns, and a side of bacon. He perked up when the ladies from the Woman’s Catholic League baked him a mouth watering apple pie for lunch and smiled at the kids’ choir when they came in for practice after school all the while discreetly checking his cell phone. Day turned into night and Dean sat of sofa with his cell phone in his hand waiting for it to ring. January twenty forth turned over and became January twenty fifth and Dean sighed and left his phone on the coffee table and went to bed. Jim followed about ten minutes making enough noise when he entered Dean’s room so he wouldn’t be greeted by a gunshot or a knife to the chest.
Dean was sitting on the bed with his arms curled around his knees looking like a lost child, and Jim had prayed for strength when he saw the devastated expression on Dean’s face. Jim sat down and after a moment’s hesitation pulled the younger man into arms and held Dean has the young man’s body shook with silent sobs while he mentally cursed John and Sam for their callous treatment of Dean on his birthday.
Dean had thrown himself into psychical therapy and by the time March rolled around, Dean pronounced himself completely healed, gruffly thanked Jim for all of his help and took off to Idaho to track down a Skinwalker who had killed two people. Dean was a bit more careful afterwards and called other Hunters if the job was too big to handle but he preferred to work alone.
“Where was dad?” Sam demanded after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence.
“I have no clue,” Jim replied leaning back in the chair and stretching out his legs. “A lot of people thought something happened to John because when a hunter goes missing, they tend to stay missing.”
They both knew that some Hunters simply walked away because it became too much or got killed on the job and unless they had close friends or family, no one would come looking for them and sadly no one would care.
“I can only speculate that John got hurt, badly hurt like your brother, found somewhere to hole up while he healed. John showed up in March and flat out refused to talk about where he had been. Bobby put him through every single test he could think of that make sure it was your dad and not something else,” Pastor Jim explained slowly. “He wasn’t the same though. Scaled back on hunts, passed up on jobs, cut down on the drinking,” Pastor Jim said staring off into the distance.
“And he never said anything,” Sam demanded getting up and stretching his legs.
“You of all people know that your dad liked his secrets,” Jim replied getting up as well, “and he didn’t confide them to me or Bobby. It’s a moot point now since your father took his secrets to grave.”
Part Six
Richard pushed the elevator button that would take him back to the fourth floor and to Dean’s room. Jesse had gone with Dean for another MRI and Richard grabbed an opportunity to stretch his legs and grab a bit to eat in the cafeteria. He barely tasted the bland ham and cheese sandwich and passed on the coffee because it looked like brown sludge and sent Sam a text message begging for fresh coffee and food. The elevator suddenly jerked to a stop and the lights suddenly dimmed.
“Oh great, just great,” Richard moaned to himself. He stabbed the emergency call button and groaned when static filled the air. He pulled out his cell phone and cursed when he saw the ‘no service’ message. The lights started flickering wildly and he watched in disbelieve has black smoke pouring down from the ceiling. Richard didn’t have time to cry out before the black smoke flowed into his body.
The demon known as Meg Masters slowly opened her eyes as she got accustomed to her new meat suit especially that thing between her legs. She wasn’t happy about being in a male meat suit but time was of the essence right now. She made a quick gesture and the elevator started moving again and she smiled politely to the two nurses who got on at the next floor. She resisted the impulse to rip out their hearts and sighed longingly has they got off at the maternity ward. Nothing tasted sweeter than the blood of a new born child in her opinion.
“Hello Mr. Moore,” Nurse Lisa said pleasantly looking up from the nurse’s station. “They wheeled Dean back to his room about ten minutes ago and the Doctor should have the results of Dean’s MRI later on this afternoon.”
“Good, good,” Meg replied barely keeping the distain out of her voice and the potted plant on the table behind her started to shrivel up, yellow leaves dropping to the floor like desiccated husks.
“Your daughter should be back in a few minutes,” Nurse Lisa said oblivious to the death throes of her plant. “I told her to help herself to the coffee in the break room.” She knew that the coffee in the cafeteria was sludge at best and she felt a great deal of sympathy for the Sam’s Winchester’s extended family.
“Oh good, I could do with a good cup of coffee,” Meg grunted turning away has her eyes turned black.
Meg eyed the Devil Traps, protection wards and sigils with contempt. They might keep out a lesser demon but not a demon like her; they were more like an annoying mosquito bites.
“Bastard,” she hissed staring at Dean’s body her face twisting in pure hatred. Her last run in with Dean Winchester in Chicago had resulted in the ‘death’ of her favorite meat suit when she had taking a header out of a six story building. The meat suit’s body was too badly injured to heal so she jumped into a woman who had been passing by the building. That next meat suit hadn’t faired any better when two Hunters had caught her off guard in Ohio and forced her out of that body. Her father had been less that pleased when she turned up in Hell and turned her over to Hell’s High Inquisitor for punishment. Meg spent one week on Alistair’s rack before Azazel had shown up and warned her if she screwed up one more time he would strip her of her powers and leave her permanently on Alistair’s rack. Alistair’s eyes had lit up with unholy joy and she fled Hell as fast as she could.
She spent the few weeks jumping from body to body until she was ordered to Missouri to take care of John and Dean Winchester. She possessed a truck driver causing him to crash into John’s truck. John had died of his injuries but Dean had been barely conscious when she tore of the door to the pickup truck intent on finishing the job when Dean had pointed the legendary Colt .45 and tried to shoot her but he had missed her by an inch. She immediate vacated the trucker’s body after realizing that the hospital would contact Dean’s family and that bring Sam Winchester to his side.
She grabbed an empty syringe from the medical waste box, made sure it was empty and getting ready to stab Dean in the throat when Jesse came in carrying two cups of coffee.
“Hi Dad, got you a little pick me up from the Nurses Room…Dad! What the hell are you doing?” Jesse shouted dropping the coffee cups on a table. Coffee splashed everywhere and meandered all over the floor.
Richard’s eyes turned completely black has he looked at his daughter and he smiled showing his rotten gums. “Ah the second victim has finally arrived.”
“Dad, what’s wrong with your eyes!” Jesse choked out and taking a step backward in fear. She fumbled with her cell phone and gasped as it flew out of her hand and shattered on the floor. She grunted in pain has an invisible force slammed her against wall pining her there like a butterfly. “Dad!”
“Sorry baby, daddy’s not in the driver’s seat right now,” Meg replied mockingly cocking her head sideways mentally laughing at Richard’s incoherent threats. She always made sure to keep her meat suits fully aware of what she was doing and drinking their fear, rage and terror like a fine wine.
“Who-what are you?” Jesse choked out trying to move. “What did you do to my dad?”
“You can call me Meg Masters and I am a very old friend of the Winchester family. In fact I’m part of the Winchester’s family dirty little secret,” Meg replied flexing her fingers and Jesse stared at her blankly. “Sammy didn’t tell you the whole truth about himself and his family. You see sweetie, Sammy’s family, they are Hunters, and I’m not talking game hunters either. They hunt Supernatural creatures, like ghosts, vampires, werewolves and demons, like me.”
“That’s impossible,” Jesse protested weakly, “things like that don’t exist.”
Meg threw back her head and laughed mockingly. “You humans never cease to amaze me; you deny what’s in front of you despite all the evidence. You want me to show you?”
Meg grinned and made a gesture with her hand and Jesse let out a soundless scream because of the overwhelming pain in her chest.
“If I squeeze hard enough, I’ll crush your heart like a beer can,” Meg said gleefully flexing her fingers, “and wouldn’t that be funny?” Black spots erupted in Jesse’s vision and she could feel herself starting to blackout when the pain suddenly stopped.
“Why are you here? What do you want?” Jesse demanded has tears rolled down her face. Her chest felt like someone had reached in and tried to crush her heart.
“Sam Winchester.” Meg replied taking a step closer to Jesse and enjoying the pain and fear that rolled over off her in waves.
“Why? What do you want with Sam?” Jesse demanded in a bewildered voice trying to kick out and crying in desperation when she couldn’t move.
“Oh we have plans for Sam, big plans that don’t include a pesky girlfriend or an annoying big brother,” Meg boasted with a terrible smile. “You see, Sam got an extra five years of normal, but now it’s time to put away childish things and join the real world. Sam is really, really important to us. In fact he is one of the most important people on the planet right now even if he doesn’t know it.”
“Sam Winchester?” Jesse demanded in an incredulous voice. “The same man who drools into his pillow at night? The same man who can’t sing to save his life?”
“Like I said, we have big plans for him and they don’t include you,” Meg replied staring at Jesse with a hungry expression. “You know, I normally don’t like male meat suits; that dick between my legs? Very annoying, but I can kinda see the appeal right now because fuck, you are hot.”
Jesse whimpered has Meg roughly fondled her breast and gagged when Meg leaned in and lick away a tear. She could feel an erection pressing against her thigh. “I bet you would look hot on your hands and knees while I fucked you raw but you know what they say: business before pleasure.”
“You sick bitch!” Jesse hissed, her eyes flashing with rage.
“I’m a demon sweetie, it comes with the territory,” Meg replied patting Jesse’s face before stepping back her face becoming serious. “I was going to kill Dean and you but I’m going to change things around now. Let’s see how Sam reacts when he finds you pinned to the ceiling with your stomach gutted open just like his whore of a mother and the room on fire. The exact same way his mother died. Kinda fitting don’t you think?” Jesse cried out in silent agony has something tore across her stomach and she started to slide up the wall.
Part seven
“Feeling better Sam?” Bobby asked as they waited for the elevator. Jesse had convinced Sam to go back to the motel room and have a shower and food that didn’t come from the cafeteria. They had made a pit stop at Dunkin Donuts for coffee, donuts and several turkey wraps for Jesse and Richard and another stop at Gas and Go for four pack of Red Bull for Caleb, Tommy and himself.
“Yeah, I do,” Sam replied in a tired voice hoping the Red Bull would kick in soon. “Hopefully the Doctor will have the results of Dean’s MRI when we get to his room.”
Bobby nodded but didn’t say anything to give Sam false hope. He knew that Dean had a long way to go before he was out of the woods.
“Hopefully it’s good news,” Pastor Jim replied fingering his prayer bracelet. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen.
Sam suddenly gasped has blinding pain shot through his head and he dropped the Dunkin Donuts bag to the floor his hands flying up to hold his head. He cried out and felt the blood dripping down his nose has a several visions overwhelmed him: Richard’s eyes has black has midnight, Jesse gutted and pinned to the ceiling, Dean’s room on fire, Pastor Jim dead in his church, Bobby Caleb and Tommy torn apart by werewolves, and the Earth a barren wasteland.
“Sam?” Booby demanded urgently, “what’s wrong? Talk to me!”
“Demon in Dean’s room, it’s inside Richard!” Sam choked out wiping his face leaving a bloody smear on his hand. “Jesse, oh God she’s on the ceiling!”
Caleb and Tommy dropped the coffees and bolted, running for the staircase and Sam, Bobby and Pastor Jim were right behind them. They rushed up the stairs taking the stairs two or three at a time until they came to the fourth floor. Thankfully there was no one in the hallway has they ran to Dean’s room because Caleb, Tommy and Bobby had their guns out.
The group burst into Dean’s room and stopped in horror. Jesse was pinned to the wall and there was a thin trickle of blood staining her blouse and Richard was standing over Dean’s bed with a lighter in his hand. Richard eyes were completely black has he stared at the group, a macabre smile on his face.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t little Sammy Winchester all grown up!” Richard crowed gleefully licking his lips. “The last time I saw you Sammy, you were crying your eyes out on a bus heading to California. The pain and misery that was rolling of you was like the finest wine, almost has good has the blood of a newborn baby.” Caleb choked out something and charged Richard only to be thrown across the room. He hit the wall hard and landed on the floor with the wind knocked out of him.
“Let Jesse go!” Sam shouted trying to move forward and found him unable to move. He glared at Richard in impotent fury. |”Let her go, damn it!”
“You didn’t say please Sammy,” Richard replied in a sing-song voice.
“Hey, catch!” Tommy called out and Richard shrieked in agony has an open water bottle filled with Holy Water struck him in the face. Terrible blisters erupted over his face and his hands has he frantically tried to wipe the Holy Water from his face and demonic curses filled the air.
“I’m going to rip your heart out of your chest and eat it in front of you,” Richard hissed at Tommy taking a step forward, his face filled with unholy fury. Tommy blanched but to his credit didn’t step backwards. “Then I’m suck the marrow out of bones-“ Richard suddenly flinched has Pastor Jim and Bobby started chanting in prefect unison. Richard started to gag and black smoke started to emerge from his mouth and Jesse suddenly slid to the floor, her hand clasped over her stomach protectively.
“Do you think this is over?” Richard hissed his face twisting in agony has black smoke started to pour from his mouth. “This isn’t finished, not by a long shot!” Richard’s head snapped back and there was an inhuman scream has black smoke erupted from Richard’s mouth and the smoke fled out a small crack in the windowsill.
Richard moaned and collapsed to the floor and Sam rushed to Jesse’s side while Bobby raced to Dean’s side, Tommy bee lined to Caleb and Pastor Jim knelt on the floor next to Richard.
“Jesse?” Sam demanded urgently quickly lifting up her blouse and sighed in relief when he saw her stomach wound. It was a long shallow cut not the gapping stomach would he expected to find. “Oh God Jesse!” He hugged her tightly until Jesse gasped in pain. “I’m so sorry.”
“Sam, she said that she knew you and your family,” Jesse said with a shudder and Sam stiffened at her words. “She said that she wanted you to find me pinned to the ceiling like your mother. What the hell was she talking about?”
“It’s a really long story Jesse,” Sam replied biting his lower lip well aware that his family’s ugly secret had been revealed to the Moore’s.
“Yeah, and you’re going to telling it to me after someone takes a look at me,” Jesse replied in flat voice, a sure sign that she was upset.
“Hey let me take a look,” Tommy said gently kneeling next to the couple. “I’m a Paramedic in Grand Junction, Colorado, or I was until I started hunting two years ago year.”
Jesse nodded and carefully lifted up her blouse and Tommy hummed has he stared at the long thin wound. “Well good news, it’s a long shallow cut so you won’t need any stitches.” Tommy found a clean cloth and poured the rest of the Holy Water on it and carefully started to dab the cut on Jesse’s stomach. “I’ll see if I can ‘borrow’ some gauze and tape it up,” Tommy replied tossing the bloody cloth into the medical waste disposal unit. “I don’t think it will scar but you never know with demons or supernatural creatures.” He still had vivid scars on his chest from his near fatal encounter with a Wendigo two years ago.
Jesse nodded and looked over at her dad who was now slumped in a chair. He seemed to have aged at least ten years in the last five minutes. She could see heavy streaks of grey in his hair and the lines around his eyes and mouth were more pronounced and Pastor Jim was standing next to him and almost forcing a bottle of water down his throat. Bobby was carefully checking Dean over and Caleb was drawing something on the floor with a magic marker.
“How do you know if that, that thing is out of my dad?” Jesse demanded in a worried voice. Richard was trying to push away another water bottle but meekly accepted it after Pastor Jim gave him a stern look.
“Trust me, the demon is long gone,” Tommy said soberly giving Sam a sharp look over Jesse’s head not to contradict him. “Bobby and Pastor Jim used a very powerful exorcism and drove it out of your dad’s body.”
“Good,” Jesse said closing her eyes as tears started to trickle down her face. “I hope that woman burns in hell after what it did to my dad.”
“The demon was a woman?” Caleb said demanded urgently from his position on the floor. “Are you sure it was a woman?”
“Yeah, she said, she didn’t like male meat suits because of the thing between her legs,” Jesse stammered flushing bright red because her dad, no, the demon, had threatened to rape her. She looked at her dad and glanced away while dashed away her tears with an impatient hand.
“Oh Jesus,” Sam cursed, reading between the lines and Tommy muttered a curse while he handed Jesse a water bottle.
“Dean’s okay,” Bobby said after he had thorough inspected Dean’s body and brushing a stray locket off of Dean’s forehead. “That was too close for comfort.” If they had arrived a minute later, Jesse would have been pinned to the ceiling and Dean’s room on fire.
“Dad, I mean that thing, didn’t do anything while I was here,” Jesse said from her position on the floor taking a sip of water. She made a face at the tepid water but continued to keep drinking at Sam’s urging.
“Jesse, I know that now is not the time, but we need to know exactly what the demon did and more importantly what it was saying,” Caleb said urgently trading a grim look with Pastor Jim. He knew that demons liked to brag, and hopefully it had dropped some hints about it future plans and maybe Richard would have some valuable information as well.
“Just give me a minute,” Jesse replied accepting a hand up from Sam wincing in pain from her stomach wound. She took several deep breaths and went over her dad. Richard gave her a weak smile and opened his arms and with a choking sob Jesse threw her arms around him and started to cry.
Everyone drew back to give Jesse and Richard an illusion of privacy.
“Sam, how long have you been having visions?” Bobby demanded in a low voice.
“I’ve never had a vision before. I thought I was having a migraine.” Sam replied in a bewildered voice accepting a damp cloth my Tommy and wiping away the dry blood under his nose. “I get nose bleeds when I have a bad migraine.”
“Migraines?” Bobby said sharply. “When did that start?”
“It started at school and the Doctors said it was stress. It’s not exactly easy juggling a full course load, a part time job and making sure my marks stay above ninety five percent so I didn’t lose my scholarship,” Sam replied defensively. He didn’t mention he had been terribly homesick and lonely his first term at Stanford.
“What did you see?” Jim asked in a curious voice willing him not to look at Bobby.
“Jesse on the ceiling, Richard possessed, you and Bobby at the foot of Dean’s grave, Caleb and Tommy torn apart by a werewolf and the Earth a barren wasteland,” Sam said slowly trying to make sense of what the vision had shown him.
“You’ve never had a vision before?” Bobby asked sharply and Sam shook his head.
“Never.”
“What I want to know is how that demon managed to get in here,” Caleb said abruptly looking around the hospital room. “It shouldn’t have been able to get near Dean’s bed.”
Tommy frowned and took a peeked under Dean’s bed and muttered a curse when he got up. “This isn’t Dean’s original bed. They must have switched beds when he went down to x-ray and the janitor probably cleaned Dean’s room while he was out. Richard got possessed because we didn’t offer Richard or Jesse any protection.”
“God we’re a bunch morons, we left Richard and Jesse wide open.” Caleb said in a disgusted voice, angry at this own stupidity.
“I got a few amulets in my bag at the hotel,” Bobby muttered while Pastor Jim pulled out two prayer bracelets out of his pants pocket and mutter a short prayer in Latin.
“Shouldn’t Dean be wearing this?” Sam demanded fingering Dean’s amulet that Sam had given years ago. Originally the amulet was suppose to be a Christmas gift for his dad but he had given it to Dean because he was far more deserving than a man who decided a hunt at Christmas was more important than his two boys.
“He’s got the protection tattoo on his chest like mine,” Tommy explained jerking down his shirt and showing Sam a similar tattoo to the one that Dean had on his chest. “God, we had to practically hold Dean down when he got his tat. Kristy was more nervous than Dean.”
“Dean hates needles, I’m surprised he didn’t down a couple shots of Jack’s before getting into the chair,” Sam replied fighting down an irrational surge of jealously. Sam had always wanted to get a tattoo but Dean flat out refused because he was scared of needles.
“She won’t do a tattoo if the person is drunk or stoned,” Tommy explained with a shrug. Kristy had seen too many people who were drunk or stoned getting a tattoo and regret it the next morning. “Mind you Dean got totally trashed afterwards.”
“Sam?” Jesse called out softly from her dad’s side. “We’re ready to talk.” Richard gave the group a weary smile has they arranged themselves in Dean’s small room.
“Here,” Pastor Jim said holding out the prayer bracelets which the Moore’s took and immediately put on. “Temporary protection until we can get you something better.”
“I know this is going to be hard on both you, but you need to answer us truthfully about what happened,” Bobby said taking charge of the questioning while Tommy was ready to take notes. “Richard?”
“I was in the elevator and this black smoke came down from the ceiling and the next thing I know, this thing was inside me,” Richard said with a shudder. “I could see what she was doing but I couldn’t stop her. I was powerless inside my own body.” He had screamed, threatened, begged and pleaded with the demon to release him and she had laughed at him and showed him exactly what she had planned to do to Dean and his daughter.
“Did she have a name?” Bobby asked urgently.
“Meg Masters,” Jesse and Richard relied at the same time and Caleb and Tommy stiffened at her name.
“You boys know her?” Pastor Jim demanded seeing the grim looks on Caleb and Tommy’s faces.
“Dean had a run in with a demon by that name a few weeks ago in Chicago, she took a header out of a building and fled her meat suit,” Caleb replied. “She was summoning Daeva’s and using them to kill people.” Jesse and Richard looked confused and Caleb hastened to explain. “A Daeva is a very old school demon, not very smart and very easy to control.”
“Why would a demon summon another demon to do its bidding?” Jesse demanded in a bewildered voice.
“Why do your dirty work when someone else can do it for you?” Pastor Jim demanded rhetorically gesturing with his hands. “Weaker demon gets banished and the stronger demon stays on Earth. Win-win as far as a demon is concerned.”
Bobby made a gesture for Richard to continue with his side of the story. “I-no, she went to Dean’s room and was going to inject an air bubble into Dean’s neck. She really hated Dean; she wanted to rip his heart out of his chest among other things.” Richard swallowed heavily because she had shown Richard in graphic detail what she wanted to do to Dean. “Oh! She also caused the truck crash that killed John and she tried to kill Dean but he tried to shot her, so she fled the trucker’s body.”
“Why did she flee the trucker?” Sam demanded curiously. “A bullet wound wouldn’t have slowed her down. Most demons don’t care about the amount of damage they inflict on their meat suits.”
“I don’t know,” Richard replied hopeless shrugging his shoulders. He took a sip of water and continued on with the story. “She was going to inject Dean when Jesse came into the room and she changed her mind.” Richard gestured for Jesse to continue the story.
“She said she was an old friend of your family Sam,” Jesse said slowly, “and she told me about ghosts, vampire, werewolves and demons. I didn’t believe her and she almost crushed with heart with a wave of her hand.” She touched her chest wondering if it was possible if there were bruises on her heart. “I kinda believed her after that and I asked her what she wanted.” Jesse took a deep breath well aware that she was going to be dropping a bombshell in a few seconds. She looked Sam straight in the eyes. “She wanted you Sam.”
“What? Why?” Sam gasped out letting go of Dean’s hand while the Hunters stared at Sam. “Why does she want me?”
“Her exact words were: ‘We have big plans for you that don’t include a pesky girlfriend or an annoying big brother,” Jesse said slowly and Richard nodded confirming her words. “You see, Sam got an extra five years of normal, but now it’s time to put away childish things and join the real world. Sam is really, really important to us. In fact he is one of the most important people on the planet right now even if he doesn’t know it.”
Sam was completely white by the time Jesse finished talking and his hands were violently shaking in shock and fear. “What do they want with me? Why am I so important to a bunch of god damn demons?” The last few words were half shouted at Richard.
“I don’t know and that’s the honest truth Sam, that bitch didn’t share that with me,” Richard snapped at him, shaking off his state of shock that he had fallen into since the demon had fled his body. “The only thing I can tell you is she wanted Dean and Jesse dead. She wanted Jesse gutted and pinned to the ceiling like your mom and the room on fire.”
“Why? It doesn’t make sense,” Sam replied in a frustrated voice. He wanted to get up and pace around but the room was too crowded.
“Actually it makes perfect sense,” Pastor Jim said slowly has several things slowly fell into place. “Let’s say we didn’t get to the room in time; Jesse’s on the ceiling, Dean is dead, the room is on fire and you knew a demon was responsible, what would you do?”
“I would go after it,” Sam replied without hesitation, his eyes flashing with fury. “I would hunt down the son of a bitch that killed my family.”
“You would do the exact same thing that your dad did when your mother died,” Pastor Jim said bluntly fingering his prayer bracelet. “Someone or rather something, wants you back in the game and I have the horrible feeling this is just the beginning.”
“Yeah, I guess they succeeded in that,” Sam said bitterly trying to get his racing emotions under control. He knew that any chance of a normal life was finished because he knew that the demons would never stop hounding him and his family until they were defeated.
“There’s something I don’t understand,” Tommy said looking up from his notes with a frown on his face, “she said you got an extra five years. What do you think she meant by that?”
“What were you doing five years ago?” Jesse asked the group curiously. “Sam had just been accepted into Stanford Law School and I was in my last year of International Business.”
“Just retired from work and probably playing golf,” Richard replied with a shrug of his shoulders. He had always pictured himself traveling somewhere in Europe or Asia with his wife after his retirement. Now he spent most of his days playing golf with his friends and coming home to an empty house.
“Got bored and spent my free weekends installing a panic room in my basement,” Bobby replied gruffly ignoring Caleb’s muffled snort of laughter. “I was bored alright? I figured it might come in handy one day.”
“Graduated from university, went on a camping trip and had a run in with a Wendigo, damn thing killed two of my friends and Dean saved my life,” Tommy said softly. He still had nightmares about hearing his friends being eaten alive by the monster. “After they released me from the hospital, I tracked Dean down and begged him to train me. He gave me Caleb’s number instead.”
“I was ignoring phone calls from some punk kid who decided he wanted to be a Hunter,” Caleb said with a sly look at Tommy. “Damn kid even showed up to my gun store and kept pestering me until I said yes.” Despite their rocky start they had become best friends. Caleb found a younger brother and partner he could trust to watch his back and Tommy found a best friend and an older brother.
“I was at my parish doing the usual: Wedding, baptisms and funerals, taught a few theology classes at the local community college, did a few hunts in my free time,” Pastor Jim replied with a shrug.
“What was Dean doing? And my dad?” Sam asked Bobby and Pastor Jim.
“ Dean saved a kid from a water wraith, saved more kids from a Bloody Mary, burned a possessed doll, killed a skin walker and a Shtriga, helped take out a coven of witches and spent too much time in New Orleans salt and burning after Hurricane Katrina,” Bobby replied with grimace. New Orleans was always a hot spot for supernatural activity and it was worse after Hurricane Katrina. Hundreds of graves had been disturbed and the dead reacted accordingly.
“What about my dad?” Sam pressed urgently. “What was he doing?”
“What your dad has been doing for most of his life: hunting and researching,” Bobby replied resting his hand on his chin. He wasn’t going to mention that John had the habit of disappearing for months at a time that coincided with the school year or he had once seen a picture of an unknown woman with her arm around John shoulder inside John’s wallet.
“I want to know why Dean ran off with John,” Caleb said abruptly looking at Pastor Jim meaningfully. “I mean, they didn’t talk to each other for years and years, and suddenly Dean drops everything and takes off with John? That doesn’t make sense.”
Pastor Jim silently considered Caleb’s question wondering just how much information he should divulge. “John said he found the Colt and he needed Dean’s help to get it.”
“The Colt? Oh come man! That thing is just a myth like the Holy Grail or King Arthur’s sword,” Caleb scoffed folding his arms across his chest.
“What’s the Colt?” Richard demanded echoing several people thoughts in the room.
“Legend has it that Samuel Colt, the same guy who invented the Colt .45, created a special gun for a Hunter back in 1835 that can kill any supernatural creature,” Caleb explained. “Hunters have spent almost two hundred years looking for the gun without any success.”
“Does the name Daniel Elkins ring a bell?” Pastor Jim asked and both Bobby and Caleb nodded. “Colt made the gun for Daniel’s great-great grandfather a couple of times removed and it’s been in his family ever since. Elkins contacted John and offered it to him and sent him several picture and one bullet as a good will gesture, so John went out his place only to discover that something had killed Daniel and stole the Colt. Since Daniel was a paranoid man, he had cameras all over his property and the whole thing was caught in tape and even John Winchester isn’t stupid enough to go after a pack of vampires on his own.”
“Vampires?” Jesse said in a disbelieving voice. “Vampires are real?”
“Oh yeah, and they ain’t your Twilight sparkly vampires either,” Bobby muttered in a disgusted voice. “Nasty blood sucking creatures that see humans has happy meals with legs.”
“Long story short: they killed all the vampires, got the gun and that was the last thing I heard until Bobby called me two days ago telling me that they were involved in a car crash and John was dead.” Jim explained rubbing his fingers.
“Son of a bitch,” Bobby muttered leaning back in his chair, “the Colt wasn’t among their personal possessions when the hospital gave me their stuff. I bet that the demon that was possessing the truck driver took it which means we’ll never see it again.”
Part Three