Children for a Lesser God 4/?
Title: Children for a Lesser God 4/?
Rating/Warnings: pg-13/Violence and language
Wordcount: ~2200
A/N: I should be working on all my challenges that are due in the near future…but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone, especially after You Make my Heart Melt got a nice response.
Summary: John has planned on taking his boys out for a camping trip for some relaxation and training, since Sam now knows about the Supernatural world. However, days before the trip, Sam falls ill with the flu and stays at Bobby's so that Dean can still go on the trip he was so looking forward to. While there, Sam meets one of Bobby's customer's who has lost everything and is desperately searching for a way to get it all back. An ancient book of Bobby's and young Sam may just be what he needs...unfortunately for Sam.
“We’re too late…”
Bobby and Alec stared as the fire ate at the trees, causing the tall oaks to fall one by one into the inferno. Moloch still stood in the middle, holding Sam above the flames. The boy had passed out in the creature’s arm and lay limply from the massive limbs. They could hear Moloch’s treacherous voice above the roar of the blaze; he chanted the words of an ancient language.
Alec looked to Bobby, who had a terror filled expression across his face. “We can’t be too late,” he muttered shakily. “This is my fault and we a-are going to fix it!” Alec’s eyes scanned the forest until they rested on a fallen tree. The trunk was charred, but the fire had failed to consume it entirely.
Alec grabbed Bobby’s arm and pointed to the tree. “That’s our best way in right now.”
“Looks like it,” Bobby said, already headed towards it. “We don’t have much time.”
Alec nodded in agreement. “I’ve got an idea…”
“What?” Bobby practically barked at the other man.
“Let me go first…I can distract Moloch. Maybe give you time to run up behind him and get to ‘em.”
“I don’t think he’ll go for it!”
“He won’t expect to see me there! He said he wouldn’t bring Matty back if I showed up. He knew I’d do anything…”
“Alright,” Bobby quickly placated. “Let’s do this then.”
Alec took off towards the fallen tree. The fire licked at his worn jeans but he kept running. He had to make things right.
“HEY!” he shouted once he was in the clearing.
Moloch startled at the newcomer and dropped Sam to the ground. The force of the hit wasn’t enough to stir Sam out of unconsciousness. His body remained limp and blood soaked the dirt around him. Alec tried not to stare at the hurt child. He knew he had a job to do.
“You!” Moloch bellowed as he twisted around to see Alec behind him. Anger flared through him. Alec had disregarded his orders and had shown up in the woods. “What do you think you are doing?!? Do you not care for you precious son?!?” Moloch momentarily ignored Sam as he pressed in on Alec. “I told you, you ignorant little human, that you had to stay away in order for the ritual to be successful! You interrupted me! How do you expect me to bring your child back to you?!?”
Alec just stood there, staring up at Moloch. He tried to keep his face as blank as humanly possible so as not to give anything away. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Bobby slowly creeping up towards Sam. The boy looked awful, and Alec easily noticed Bobby’s face paling at the Sam’s condition.
“Are you listening to me you worthless creature?!?”
Alec forced his focus back onto Moloch. The god glared down at him, rage glowing in his inhuman eyes.
“No…” Alec cast a glance behind Moloch towards Bobby, who was trying to assess Sam’s battered body. For a moment, the two men locked eyes. Bobby’s shown with worry and fear. Alec closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to do this.
“Are you ignoring me?!?” Moloch’s booming voice brought Alec’s attention back to the task at hand.
“Yes,” Alec replied strongly.
“What?!?” Moloch’s anger shook the forest trees and caused the flames to grow higher. The heat increased, causing Bobby to sweat even more as he readied himself for attack.
“I said I’m no longer listening to you,” Alec continued. No matter how badly he wanted to look at Bobby and Sam, he couldn’t. He forced himself to stare at Moloch’s cold gaze. Lives were depending on him to remain focused.
“Do you want your son or not?!?”
“I-“
“Because if you do want your precious boy I’d think twice about how you are choosing to speak to me!”
Alec gulped back emotions. “I want my son back more than anything else in the world.”
Through tears, he saw Bobby make his move out of the corner of his eyes. The hunter did so quickly and carefully. His hands wrapped around Sam’s small shoulders and hauled him away from the clearing. Alec couldn’t see them as they made their way towards the fallen tree they had used earlier, but he prayed that they were successful.
“Then why are you speaking this way to me you pathetic creature?!?”
“Because you are the pathetic creature who cannot bring back my son to me!” As Alec spoke the words, everything finally became real and hit him. He had risked the life of an innocent child to get his own back. He had risked everything on it. And this bastard had lied to him all along. “You can’t bring Matty back to life! You never could, and you never planned on it! You just wanted me to do your dirty work for you!”
Surprise flickered across Moloch’s face. “What-“
“I did more research on you. You are a god of sacrifice, not of children, you son of a bitch,” Alec gritted out. “You murder innocent kids for your own benefit!!”
Moloch moved with supernatural speed and grabbed Alec around the neck, hoisting him off the ground. Alec couldn’t breath, and he clawed at the giant paws covering his neck. It didn’t do him any good though. Moloch’s grip was strong and he was pissed.
“You shouldn’t have come back,” Moloch spat in the man’s face. “I wouldn’t have ever bothered you again! I would’ve had my boy and you would’ve learned to move on!” Moloch’s hand constricted even more around Alec’s airway, causing spots to form in front of his eyes. His head began to ache from lack of oxygen.
I’m going to die here…
The dark thoughts crossed his mind before everything suddenly changed.
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“Sammy,” Bobby whispered as he gently shook the child. They had made it out of the clearing and back to the truck.
Sam was trembling in Bobby’s arm, whether from illness or pain…Bobby couldn’t tell. Sam’s fever had not relented. Various burns, cuts, and bruises littered his otherwise pale body. His breathing was shaky.
“Come on buddy.” Bobby gently placed Sam into the truck and wrapped a blanket around him. He then ran his hand through Sam’s sweaty hair. “Please, kiddo.”
Sam’s eyes fluttered a little and he moaned as the pain assaulted his battered frame. “Bobby?” he muttered tiredly.
“Oh thank God,” Bobby gasped, pulling Sam closer to his chest. He felt the boy relax a little against him before tears began to soak through his shirt. “Shh…you’re gonna be ok kiddo.”
“H’rts…”
“I know it does, Sammy. We’re gonna get you outta here soon.” Bobby pulled Sam away from his chest so that he could place the boy back onto the seat. “Right now, I need you to just sit tight. I’ve gotta go take care of the bastard that did this to ya. Just relax Sammy.”
Sam nodded his head, although he didn’t’ look like he wanted Bobby to leave his side. Bobby smiled sadly before he then leaned down to press a kiss to Sam’s forehead. “Stay here,” he warned.
He hurried back to the clearing with his weapon at the ready. The fire had grown since he had taken Sam away. It was almost as tall as Moloch was in his true form. The tree they had used earlier was now engulfed as well, but didn’t seem as bad as the rest of the brush.
“Balls,” he muttered under his breath. He ran back to the truck quickly and grabbed one of the blankets that lined the truck’s bed. He spared a quick glance at Sam, who once again appeared to be unconscious, before he made his way back to the clearing.
“Let’s get this over with,” he mumbled to himself. He threw the blanket over his head so that it draped down and covered most of his body. He then ran over the fallen tree as fast as possible. He could feel the fire burning the blanket, but he managed to make it to the other side without burning himself. He tossed the blanket aside before turning his attention to Moloch.
The beast had Alec in his meaty grasp and was choking the man to death. Bobby could tell that Alec wasn’t going to last much longer. He tightened his hold on the machete and decided it was time to make his move.
Bobby rushed towards Moloch and swung the weapon at the god’s broad calves. It screamed from the pain and lost the grip around Alec.
Alec was brought out of his thoughts and nearly unconscious state when his body struck the hard forest ground. He felt his wrist snap as he tried to catch himself and the flames lick at his body. He couldn’t pay either much attention; his soul focus was on drawing air into his oxygen starved lungs. His vision remained foggy for a few more minutes, and his lungs continued to burn. A few moments later he was able to actually see what was happening.
Bobby had managed to strike at both of Moloch’s legs. The god was now kneeling and trying to grab at Bobby. Bobby did his best to avoid being hit, but he was beginning to tire. It wasn’t long before Moloch’s hand connected with Bobby’s side.
Bobby gasped from the shock of the hit and fell to the ground. Moloch began to advance on him, and Alec knew he couldn’t allow his friend to get hurt. He struggled to his feet and grabbed a charred tree branch from the ground. Once he was close enough, he hurled it at the god’s back.
“You little vermin!” Moloch cried as he twisted around to Alec. “You’ll pay-“
Moloch never had the chance to finish his sentence.
Bobby rolled to his feet and grabbed the machete. He lunged at Moloch while his back was still turned and his gaze was on Alec. He swiftly swung and sliced through the giant creature’s neck, cutting his vocal chords in the process. It took all of his strength, but he managed to sever Moloch’s bull like head from his muscled body. It fell to the side and into the flames. Moloch’s body soon followed suit.
The giant frame was soon engulfed by fire. The flames flared at it, and it wasn’t long before the body was nothing but ash. Once Moloch was gone, the flames quickly died as well, leaving the clearing charred and smoking.
Alec and Bobby just stared in shock for a moment before they jumped to attention, realizing that they had to get back to Sam.
“Come on,” Bobby ordered. He grabbed Alec around his bicep and pulled him up. It was a struggle, but Alec eventually got his feet underneath him. “You hurt?”
“Pretty sure my wrist’s broken…maybe a little burned here and there. You?”
“Little bruised. Sam’s worse off.”
“Bad?” Alec asked with fear in his voice.
“He’s bad…”
“I’m so-“
“Let’s just get back to him and get help.”
Alec nodded his head and walked along beside Bobby, who helped him back to the truck. They reached the vehicle moments later, both panting and exhausted. They could see Sam slumped in the seat. Bobby’s heart dropped at the site.
They made their way quickly to the door and threw it open.
“Sammy?” Bobby said, hoping to wake the boy. Sam didn’t budge. Bobby pulled him up towards him. His body was completely limp. “Oh God…he’s not breathing!”
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“Slow down Dean!” John called as Dean slipped on rocks and mud in his hurry. “Don’t think you want to be calling Sam from the hospital do ya?”
“Sorry, sir,” Dean mumbled. “I just want to check in on him.”
“I know you do, son.” John pulled Dean into his side as they made their way to the ranger’s station. Jim and Caleb had stayed at their campsite while the Winchesters had decided to make the trek and call Bobby’s.
The station finally came into view, and Dean practically ran into the building. John followed close behind. “Good afternoon Dan,” he called as he walked inside. “Mind if we use your phone?”
“John, Dean…actually have a message here for you boys. Um…a Mr. Singer called earlier and said your youngest had taken a turn for the worse and that you should come back home.”
Panic flared through both John and Dean. John was the first to be able to tap it back down and speak. “He say how much worse?”
“No, sir…just that your boy was worse than before and you all needed to head on back.”
“Alright,” John said a little shakily. “We’ll gather our gear up and head out within the hour. Appreciate it.” John held out his hand and shook the ranger’s before grabbing Dean and leaving the station.
“Dad…”
“I know Dean. We’ll hurry.”
They had to get back to their baby…
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Rating/Warnings: pg-13/Violence and language
Wordcount: ~2200
A/N: I should be working on all my challenges that are due in the near future…but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone, especially after You Make my Heart Melt got a nice response.
Summary: John has planned on taking his boys out for a camping trip for some relaxation and training, since Sam now knows about the Supernatural world. However, days before the trip, Sam falls ill with the flu and stays at Bobby's so that Dean can still go on the trip he was so looking forward to. While there, Sam meets one of Bobby's customer's who has lost everything and is desperately searching for a way to get it all back. An ancient book of Bobby's and young Sam may just be what he needs...unfortunately for Sam.
“We’re too late…”
Bobby and Alec stared as the fire ate at the trees, causing the tall oaks to fall one by one into the inferno. Moloch still stood in the middle, holding Sam above the flames. The boy had passed out in the creature’s arm and lay limply from the massive limbs. They could hear Moloch’s treacherous voice above the roar of the blaze; he chanted the words of an ancient language.
Alec looked to Bobby, who had a terror filled expression across his face. “We can’t be too late,” he muttered shakily. “This is my fault and we a-are going to fix it!” Alec’s eyes scanned the forest until they rested on a fallen tree. The trunk was charred, but the fire had failed to consume it entirely.
Alec grabbed Bobby’s arm and pointed to the tree. “That’s our best way in right now.”
“Looks like it,” Bobby said, already headed towards it. “We don’t have much time.”
Alec nodded in agreement. “I’ve got an idea…”
“What?” Bobby practically barked at the other man.
“Let me go first…I can distract Moloch. Maybe give you time to run up behind him and get to ‘em.”
“I don’t think he’ll go for it!”
“He won’t expect to see me there! He said he wouldn’t bring Matty back if I showed up. He knew I’d do anything…”
“Alright,” Bobby quickly placated. “Let’s do this then.”
Alec took off towards the fallen tree. The fire licked at his worn jeans but he kept running. He had to make things right.
“HEY!” he shouted once he was in the clearing.
Moloch startled at the newcomer and dropped Sam to the ground. The force of the hit wasn’t enough to stir Sam out of unconsciousness. His body remained limp and blood soaked the dirt around him. Alec tried not to stare at the hurt child. He knew he had a job to do.
“You!” Moloch bellowed as he twisted around to see Alec behind him. Anger flared through him. Alec had disregarded his orders and had shown up in the woods. “What do you think you are doing?!? Do you not care for you precious son?!?” Moloch momentarily ignored Sam as he pressed in on Alec. “I told you, you ignorant little human, that you had to stay away in order for the ritual to be successful! You interrupted me! How do you expect me to bring your child back to you?!?”
Alec just stood there, staring up at Moloch. He tried to keep his face as blank as humanly possible so as not to give anything away. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Bobby slowly creeping up towards Sam. The boy looked awful, and Alec easily noticed Bobby’s face paling at the Sam’s condition.
“Are you listening to me you worthless creature?!?”
Alec forced his focus back onto Moloch. The god glared down at him, rage glowing in his inhuman eyes.
“No…” Alec cast a glance behind Moloch towards Bobby, who was trying to assess Sam’s battered body. For a moment, the two men locked eyes. Bobby’s shown with worry and fear. Alec closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to do this.
“Are you ignoring me?!?” Moloch’s booming voice brought Alec’s attention back to the task at hand.
“Yes,” Alec replied strongly.
“What?!?” Moloch’s anger shook the forest trees and caused the flames to grow higher. The heat increased, causing Bobby to sweat even more as he readied himself for attack.
“I said I’m no longer listening to you,” Alec continued. No matter how badly he wanted to look at Bobby and Sam, he couldn’t. He forced himself to stare at Moloch’s cold gaze. Lives were depending on him to remain focused.
“Do you want your son or not?!?”
“I-“
“Because if you do want your precious boy I’d think twice about how you are choosing to speak to me!”
Alec gulped back emotions. “I want my son back more than anything else in the world.”
Through tears, he saw Bobby make his move out of the corner of his eyes. The hunter did so quickly and carefully. His hands wrapped around Sam’s small shoulders and hauled him away from the clearing. Alec couldn’t see them as they made their way towards the fallen tree they had used earlier, but he prayed that they were successful.
“Then why are you speaking this way to me you pathetic creature?!?”
“Because you are the pathetic creature who cannot bring back my son to me!” As Alec spoke the words, everything finally became real and hit him. He had risked the life of an innocent child to get his own back. He had risked everything on it. And this bastard had lied to him all along. “You can’t bring Matty back to life! You never could, and you never planned on it! You just wanted me to do your dirty work for you!”
Surprise flickered across Moloch’s face. “What-“
“I did more research on you. You are a god of sacrifice, not of children, you son of a bitch,” Alec gritted out. “You murder innocent kids for your own benefit!!”
Moloch moved with supernatural speed and grabbed Alec around the neck, hoisting him off the ground. Alec couldn’t breath, and he clawed at the giant paws covering his neck. It didn’t do him any good though. Moloch’s grip was strong and he was pissed.
“You shouldn’t have come back,” Moloch spat in the man’s face. “I wouldn’t have ever bothered you again! I would’ve had my boy and you would’ve learned to move on!” Moloch’s hand constricted even more around Alec’s airway, causing spots to form in front of his eyes. His head began to ache from lack of oxygen.
I’m going to die here…
The dark thoughts crossed his mind before everything suddenly changed.
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“Sammy,” Bobby whispered as he gently shook the child. They had made it out of the clearing and back to the truck.
Sam was trembling in Bobby’s arm, whether from illness or pain…Bobby couldn’t tell. Sam’s fever had not relented. Various burns, cuts, and bruises littered his otherwise pale body. His breathing was shaky.
“Come on buddy.” Bobby gently placed Sam into the truck and wrapped a blanket around him. He then ran his hand through Sam’s sweaty hair. “Please, kiddo.”
Sam’s eyes fluttered a little and he moaned as the pain assaulted his battered frame. “Bobby?” he muttered tiredly.
“Oh thank God,” Bobby gasped, pulling Sam closer to his chest. He felt the boy relax a little against him before tears began to soak through his shirt. “Shh…you’re gonna be ok kiddo.”
“H’rts…”
“I know it does, Sammy. We’re gonna get you outta here soon.” Bobby pulled Sam away from his chest so that he could place the boy back onto the seat. “Right now, I need you to just sit tight. I’ve gotta go take care of the bastard that did this to ya. Just relax Sammy.”
Sam nodded his head, although he didn’t’ look like he wanted Bobby to leave his side. Bobby smiled sadly before he then leaned down to press a kiss to Sam’s forehead. “Stay here,” he warned.
He hurried back to the clearing with his weapon at the ready. The fire had grown since he had taken Sam away. It was almost as tall as Moloch was in his true form. The tree they had used earlier was now engulfed as well, but didn’t seem as bad as the rest of the brush.
“Balls,” he muttered under his breath. He ran back to the truck quickly and grabbed one of the blankets that lined the truck’s bed. He spared a quick glance at Sam, who once again appeared to be unconscious, before he made his way back to the clearing.
“Let’s get this over with,” he mumbled to himself. He threw the blanket over his head so that it draped down and covered most of his body. He then ran over the fallen tree as fast as possible. He could feel the fire burning the blanket, but he managed to make it to the other side without burning himself. He tossed the blanket aside before turning his attention to Moloch.
The beast had Alec in his meaty grasp and was choking the man to death. Bobby could tell that Alec wasn’t going to last much longer. He tightened his hold on the machete and decided it was time to make his move.
Bobby rushed towards Moloch and swung the weapon at the god’s broad calves. It screamed from the pain and lost the grip around Alec.
Alec was brought out of his thoughts and nearly unconscious state when his body struck the hard forest ground. He felt his wrist snap as he tried to catch himself and the flames lick at his body. He couldn’t pay either much attention; his soul focus was on drawing air into his oxygen starved lungs. His vision remained foggy for a few more minutes, and his lungs continued to burn. A few moments later he was able to actually see what was happening.
Bobby had managed to strike at both of Moloch’s legs. The god was now kneeling and trying to grab at Bobby. Bobby did his best to avoid being hit, but he was beginning to tire. It wasn’t long before Moloch’s hand connected with Bobby’s side.
Bobby gasped from the shock of the hit and fell to the ground. Moloch began to advance on him, and Alec knew he couldn’t allow his friend to get hurt. He struggled to his feet and grabbed a charred tree branch from the ground. Once he was close enough, he hurled it at the god’s back.
“You little vermin!” Moloch cried as he twisted around to Alec. “You’ll pay-“
Moloch never had the chance to finish his sentence.
Bobby rolled to his feet and grabbed the machete. He lunged at Moloch while his back was still turned and his gaze was on Alec. He swiftly swung and sliced through the giant creature’s neck, cutting his vocal chords in the process. It took all of his strength, but he managed to sever Moloch’s bull like head from his muscled body. It fell to the side and into the flames. Moloch’s body soon followed suit.
The giant frame was soon engulfed by fire. The flames flared at it, and it wasn’t long before the body was nothing but ash. Once Moloch was gone, the flames quickly died as well, leaving the clearing charred and smoking.
Alec and Bobby just stared in shock for a moment before they jumped to attention, realizing that they had to get back to Sam.
“Come on,” Bobby ordered. He grabbed Alec around his bicep and pulled him up. It was a struggle, but Alec eventually got his feet underneath him. “You hurt?”
“Pretty sure my wrist’s broken…maybe a little burned here and there. You?”
“Little bruised. Sam’s worse off.”
“Bad?” Alec asked with fear in his voice.
“He’s bad…”
“I’m so-“
“Let’s just get back to him and get help.”
Alec nodded his head and walked along beside Bobby, who helped him back to the truck. They reached the vehicle moments later, both panting and exhausted. They could see Sam slumped in the seat. Bobby’s heart dropped at the site.
They made their way quickly to the door and threw it open.
“Sammy?” Bobby said, hoping to wake the boy. Sam didn’t budge. Bobby pulled him up towards him. His body was completely limp. “Oh God…he’s not breathing!”
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“Slow down Dean!” John called as Dean slipped on rocks and mud in his hurry. “Don’t think you want to be calling Sam from the hospital do ya?”
“Sorry, sir,” Dean mumbled. “I just want to check in on him.”
“I know you do, son.” John pulled Dean into his side as they made their way to the ranger’s station. Jim and Caleb had stayed at their campsite while the Winchesters had decided to make the trek and call Bobby’s.
The station finally came into view, and Dean practically ran into the building. John followed close behind. “Good afternoon Dan,” he called as he walked inside. “Mind if we use your phone?”
“John, Dean…actually have a message here for you boys. Um…a Mr. Singer called earlier and said your youngest had taken a turn for the worse and that you should come back home.”
Panic flared through both John and Dean. John was the first to be able to tap it back down and speak. “He say how much worse?”
“No, sir…just that your boy was worse than before and you all needed to head on back.”
“Alright,” John said a little shakily. “We’ll gather our gear up and head out within the hour. Appreciate it.” John held out his hand and shook the ranger’s before grabbing Dean and leaving the station.
“Dad…”
“I know Dean. We’ll hurry.”
They had to get back to their baby…
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