Fic: The Dins of the Fathers, Chapter 6
The Dins of the Fathers, Chapter 6: Wherein John Winchester and his Merry Band of Misfit Fathers head off to the Devil's Gate to kick some Yellow-Eyed Butt!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Chapter 6-
"All right, everybody. Listen up!" John shouted in his best Marine Drill Sergeant voice, "I'm busting out of here to save my sons and this is what I'll need: Rock Salt, Silver, Holy Water, any religious relic or artifact you can find. And iron. Lots and lots of iron!"
"Iron?" Sanford snorted, "Well, why didn't you say so in the first place, Sonny. There's a ton of scrap iron in my junk yard!"
"You still have a junk yard?" Torrance snickered.
"Hey, who says you can't take it with you!" the old man winked as he dashed off to collect the supplies John needed.
"I don't know if this counts as a Holy relic," Bundy scratched at his head, "But I've got lots of shoes with holes in them. And the smell's enough to put the fear of God in someone, that's for sure."
"At this point, I'm willing to take anything that could be used as a weapon," John said, "I'll need all the help I can get!"
Bundy saluted then dashed into his trailer to gather up the footwear. Dr. Jones had also retreated to his cottage and now returned with a canister of salt, an ornate cross on a long silver chain and a beautifully crafted Knight's sword. John stood in awe as the man unsheathed the weapon, holding it aloft in the dim sunlight.
"A little souvenir left over from obsession with King Arthur," he said proudly, "I've always been amazed the Powers that Be allowed me to keep it. I'm not sure what sort of dangers we'll be facing, but I'm with you all the way, John Winchester. You have my Sword!"
Sanford returned at that moment carrying part of a junked Bow-Flex and several arrow shaped bars from the remains of a wrought iron fence.
"And you have my Bow!" he said with a solemn nod.
"And you have my Axe!" Torrance spoke up at once.
"Thank you," John said, "Thank you my friends."
"No, you have my Axe!" Torrance snapped, "Give it back!"
He snatched his prized possession out of John's grip and then danced around like a maniac until he noticed all the other men glowering at him.
"Oh, and of course I'll be glad to help in this nut job scheme of yours to rescue Sam and Dean." he said, shuffling his feet.
"So, exactly how're you gonna manage to break on through to the other side," Bundy asked, his arms loaded down with several worn out pairs of shoes.
"According to this paper," John said, "The Yellow Eyed Demon is planning to open the Devil's Gate. It's positioned directly over the heart of Hell. When it opens, thousands of demons will be unleashed upon the Earth. But that'll be my way out as well."
"Then we must go where the Demons go," Jones quipped, "Below, below, below."
"What, so we're supposed to start tunneling our way through the mud?" Torrance scoffed, "Screw that, pal!"
John shook his head.
"Those jerks over at Eternal Estates said that their Guard Dogs would drag any trespassers down to the Pit. That means there has to be an entrance or passage way around here somewhere."
"But... we don't want to mess with those Hell Labradoodles!" Sanford gasped, "I mean those are some ferocious pedigree pooches!"
Before anyone could say another word, there was a loud FLUSH! and Homer Simpson stepped out of the Port-A-Potty.
"Ahh!" he sighed, "That hit the spot! I pity the next fool that goes in there though. Heh heh."
The other men began to moan and gag as Simpson waved the door back and forth trying to air out the toilet. John turned his head against the stench, but then his eyes widened in revelation.
"Wait a minute!" he said, "Do you smell that?"
"Of course we smell that!" Torrance said, holding his nose, "Only Simpson could manage to create a stink stronger than Bundy's shoes!"
"No, that's not what I mean," John hissed impatiently, "There's an undercurrent..."
Dr. Jones took a curious whiff and his eyes grew wide as well.
"I see what you mean, John!" he said, "There's quite a distinct scent of sulfer and brimstone as if coming from the very bowels of Hell!"
"Well, excuse me, Dr. Hibbert!" Simpson sulked, "Like I'm so sure yours smells like roses!"
"Out of my way!" John growled, shoving Simpson aside, "The passageway must be under here! Help me push this thing over!"
Dr. Jones, Bundy and Sanford hurried over to help John while Torrance watched with an impish grin and Simpson obliviously picked the wax out of his ears. Together they managed to shove the Port-A-Potty over on its side, exposing the open sewer. John brought his arm up to cover his nose and mouth but then pulled himself together and began to climb down into the hole.
"You're not actually going in there..." Torrance grimaced.
"Damn straight I'm going in here," John said with steely determination, "I spent most of my life failing my boys at every turn. Now they need me more than ever before and I will literally crawl through the bowels of Hell if it means not failing them again! So, if you're man enough, follow me. And if not, then you can kiss my... AAAACKKK!"
John was stopped in his tracks as a large gloved hand reached out and caught him by the throat!
He began to cough and sputter, kicking weakly with his feet as the hand pulled him off the ladder and held him up by the neck. Eyes bugging, he stared down in shock at his captor- a large, imposing figure dressed all in black from his billowing full length cape to his shiny domed helmet. A black eyeless mask concealed the man's face and the sound of his hoarse, mechanical breathing chilled John to the bone.
His entire body began to shake as the man tightened his grip and spoke in a deep voice full of malice.
"Who dares trespass on Skywalker Manor!" hissed the masked man.
Continued in Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Chapter 6-
"All right, everybody. Listen up!" John shouted in his best Marine Drill Sergeant voice, "I'm busting out of here to save my sons and this is what I'll need: Rock Salt, Silver, Holy Water, any religious relic or artifact you can find. And iron. Lots and lots of iron!"
"Iron?" Sanford snorted, "Well, why didn't you say so in the first place, Sonny. There's a ton of scrap iron in my junk yard!"
"You still have a junk yard?" Torrance snickered.
"Hey, who says you can't take it with you!" the old man winked as he dashed off to collect the supplies John needed.
"I don't know if this counts as a Holy relic," Bundy scratched at his head, "But I've got lots of shoes with holes in them. And the smell's enough to put the fear of God in someone, that's for sure."
"At this point, I'm willing to take anything that could be used as a weapon," John said, "I'll need all the help I can get!"
Bundy saluted then dashed into his trailer to gather up the footwear. Dr. Jones had also retreated to his cottage and now returned with a canister of salt, an ornate cross on a long silver chain and a beautifully crafted Knight's sword. John stood in awe as the man unsheathed the weapon, holding it aloft in the dim sunlight.
"A little souvenir left over from obsession with King Arthur," he said proudly, "I've always been amazed the Powers that Be allowed me to keep it. I'm not sure what sort of dangers we'll be facing, but I'm with you all the way, John Winchester. You have my Sword!"
Sanford returned at that moment carrying part of a junked Bow-Flex and several arrow shaped bars from the remains of a wrought iron fence.
"And you have my Bow!" he said with a solemn nod.
"And you have my Axe!" Torrance spoke up at once.
"Thank you," John said, "Thank you my friends."
"No, you have my Axe!" Torrance snapped, "Give it back!"
He snatched his prized possession out of John's grip and then danced around like a maniac until he noticed all the other men glowering at him.
"Oh, and of course I'll be glad to help in this nut job scheme of yours to rescue Sam and Dean." he said, shuffling his feet.
"So, exactly how're you gonna manage to break on through to the other side," Bundy asked, his arms loaded down with several worn out pairs of shoes.
"According to this paper," John said, "The Yellow Eyed Demon is planning to open the Devil's Gate. It's positioned directly over the heart of Hell. When it opens, thousands of demons will be unleashed upon the Earth. But that'll be my way out as well."
"Then we must go where the Demons go," Jones quipped, "Below, below, below."
"What, so we're supposed to start tunneling our way through the mud?" Torrance scoffed, "Screw that, pal!"
John shook his head.
"Those jerks over at Eternal Estates said that their Guard Dogs would drag any trespassers down to the Pit. That means there has to be an entrance or passage way around here somewhere."
"But... we don't want to mess with those Hell Labradoodles!" Sanford gasped, "I mean those are some ferocious pedigree pooches!"
Before anyone could say another word, there was a loud FLUSH! and Homer Simpson stepped out of the Port-A-Potty.
"Ahh!" he sighed, "That hit the spot! I pity the next fool that goes in there though. Heh heh."
The other men began to moan and gag as Simpson waved the door back and forth trying to air out the toilet. John turned his head against the stench, but then his eyes widened in revelation.
"Wait a minute!" he said, "Do you smell that?"
"Of course we smell that!" Torrance said, holding his nose, "Only Simpson could manage to create a stink stronger than Bundy's shoes!"
"No, that's not what I mean," John hissed impatiently, "There's an undercurrent..."
Dr. Jones took a curious whiff and his eyes grew wide as well.
"I see what you mean, John!" he said, "There's quite a distinct scent of sulfer and brimstone as if coming from the very bowels of Hell!"
"Well, excuse me, Dr. Hibbert!" Simpson sulked, "Like I'm so sure yours smells like roses!"
"Out of my way!" John growled, shoving Simpson aside, "The passageway must be under here! Help me push this thing over!"
Dr. Jones, Bundy and Sanford hurried over to help John while Torrance watched with an impish grin and Simpson obliviously picked the wax out of his ears. Together they managed to shove the Port-A-Potty over on its side, exposing the open sewer. John brought his arm up to cover his nose and mouth but then pulled himself together and began to climb down into the hole.
"You're not actually going in there..." Torrance grimaced.
"Damn straight I'm going in here," John said with steely determination, "I spent most of my life failing my boys at every turn. Now they need me more than ever before and I will literally crawl through the bowels of Hell if it means not failing them again! So, if you're man enough, follow me. And if not, then you can kiss my... AAAACKKK!"
John was stopped in his tracks as a large gloved hand reached out and caught him by the throat!
He began to cough and sputter, kicking weakly with his feet as the hand pulled him off the ladder and held him up by the neck. Eyes bugging, he stared down in shock at his captor- a large, imposing figure dressed all in black from his billowing full length cape to his shiny domed helmet. A black eyeless mask concealed the man's face and the sound of his hoarse, mechanical breathing chilled John to the bone.
His entire body began to shake as the man tightened his grip and spoke in a deep voice full of malice.
"Who dares trespass on Skywalker Manor!" hissed the masked man.
Continued in Chapter 7