Apologies in advance for horrible spelling and grammar mistakes that might be in this chapter, it's so freaking long and I didn't proof read. I hope you guys like this! it was a lot of work...
I don't own Supernatural or any of it's charaxcters (except Hayley) -Char ox
I sat on the couch in my living room, the house was perfectly still and silent around me. The only light was the beams of moonlight, desperately trying to ease their ways through the window. I hadn't even bothered to turn on the light. I had a, now cold, cup off coffee in my hand as I ran over the events of the night in my head. It was making my head spin so much I brought the mug to my mouth, almost gagging as I spat out the ice cold coffee. My dad was asleep upstairs. I could hear his muffled snored through the ceiling above me. I was utterly confused at what had happened.
A friend of dad's, John Winchester, had came over. I'd met John a couple times before, he seemed like a decent enough guy. That was until he'd asked to see me and dad had chased him out the door with a shotgun, that he had cocked and everything. He'd came back in fuming, slammed the door and stormed to his room like a 10 year old. I'd learned to drop it, Bobby was just like that sometimes. But the thought still bothered me on why John had even asked to see me in the first place. I'd only met him twice, one time I'd joined dad on a hunt with him. He always gave me the creeps in a way, he looked at me weird and all. Dad used to tell me it's because I look a lot like his late wife but I always felt there was more to it than that.
Though I was fairly close with one of his boys, Dean, he was a good few years older than me but was always fun to hang out with, he helped me out of a sticky situation with a shape shifter once so I owed him. But other than that I'd had a pretty normal relationship with the Winchesters. So why was John showing up at our house in the middle of the night, demmanding to see me and dad then threatening him with a gun when he didn't leave. It just didn't make sence no matter how I looked at it.
I sighed heavily, pulling myself from thr chair and walking back up the creaking stirs to my bedroom. I guess I'd just have to drop it, I was sure as hell dad would never talk to me about it. I just had to drop it. Probably wasn't important anyway.
x
I yawned, sitting up slowly in bed as my eyes adjusted to the bright light in the room. I really needed to stop forgetting to close my curtains. I walked over to my window, throwing them shut and digging around in my drawers for something to wear today. I finally settled on a pair of regular denim shorts, a black tank and converse. I walked out my room and into the bathroom, the smell of bacon and pancakes was drifting up the stairs. I grinned as I closed the bathroom door behind me. It was a bit of a tradition on Sunday's for me and dad to have bacon and pancaked cause he usually went on a hunt on Mondays.
I pulled my my mid-legnth blonde hair up off my face and look hard at my reflexion, sighing before walking downstairs to where dad was flipping pancakes.
"morning Hayley" dad smiled, his usual holey hat falling in his eyes as he loaded the pancakes.
"Morning" I yawned, giving the hat a good shove out of his eyes. He just rolled his eyes at me and I sat down in my chair at the table. He slapped the plate down in front of me. The pancakes were piled sky high and I could feel myself getting heart disease just looking at the bacon. But did I give a single fuck? Nope.
Dad had decided to take a week off from hunting after a vengeful spirit gave him a good beating up last time. I didn't argue, he's come home with so many cuts and scraped it had taken me hours to sew them shut and clean him up. I was first aid trained and then some. I was kinda the nurse who waited at home. Don't get me wrong, I was a pretty good hunter. I just prefer not to get my ass whipped by supernatural dick heads. Besides, all hunters get into the business somehow, usually through the loss of a loved one to the supernatural dicks but I just hadn't had that, sure there was my mom but I was only a baby at the time. I never really knew her at all.
"I'm going to go work on the car" dd said, I was sat in the window ledge seat of the living room Light streaming through the window on to the pages of the book I was reading.
"Okay, don't break anything" I said, he chuckled and kissed the top of my head though he's seriously broken an arm while working on a van. It wasn't a fun story.
I always tend to lose track of time while I'm reading as the hours slice past. My ears prick when I hear the front door open and two sets of footsteps. I grab the shotgun from next to me (it's a force of habit to have it there, sue me) I Slid behind the large book shelf my dad has tat was crammed full of books on everything you could possibley hunt. Two men entred talking in low voices, I slid further back against the wall, peering round the bookshelf ever so slightly. I could only see one of them and he was facing the other way but he had long brown hair and was tall as fuck.
"I'm going to go look in the junk yard" the one who I couldn't see said in a gravely voice that I recognised but couldn't place, he stalked away. I took my chance and slid out from the bookshelf and crept over to him. I pushed the gun into the small of his back and he froze, I cocked it.
"Who the hell are you?" I said, trying not to sound shaky
"I could ask you the same thing" he replied slowly, the door opened and dad walked in. He saw me, his eyes widened slightly before he laughed.
"That's my girl" he chuckled "But you don't have to kill these ones"
I lowed the gun, putting on the safety as I did so "Sorry" I said, biting back a laugh as the tall one turned to face me. And damn he was good looking.
"No, that's cool" he chuckled
"Hayley, you know Dean" dad said, nodding to the guy standing next to him, who had is eye brows raised as if he was midly impresed.
"Good to see you again" I grinned sheepishly, mostly because I'd just threatened to shoot his brother but who needs the fine print.
"You too" he said, looking like he was about to start laughing, at me or Sam I had no idea.
"This is John's other boy Sam" dad added, I switched the gun into my left hand and held out my right.
"Nice to meet you" I smirked, he smiled.
"You too" he said, shaking my hand.
x
Later, once Sam and Dean had explained why they were here and I'd put the gun away. We were all sitting in dad's study. Sam was pouring over a really large demon book a guy I'd done a case with a few years ago gave me, it was a thanks-for-saving-my-bacon present. A long story for another day. Dad walked in from the kitchen with two flasks with a "here you go" as he handed one to Dean.
"What is this?" Dean asked "Holy water?"
"That one is" he said, taking a swig out the one I knew was filled with Whiskey "This one's whiskey" Dean raised his eyebrows before taking a swig himself, I just sat, rolling my eyes at the two of them.
"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure we should come." Dean said with a sidewards glace to me that made me feel very uncomfortable.
"Nonsense, your Daddy needs help" dad said, shaking his head. He'd always been very humble in that way.
"Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything"
"Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people" dad said, scratching his baseball cap.
"Yeah, I guess he does" Dean sighed
"None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back" dad replied, I smile at him.
"Bobby, this book... I've never seen anything like it" Sam said, I walked over and sat on the desk next to the book, looking down the page he had open.
"Key of Solomon?" I ask, looking up and smiling at Sam "It's the real deal, alright"
"And these, uh, these protective circles" he said, seeming taken a back I knew my shit "They really work?"
"Hell, yeah. You get a demon in - they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic roach motel" I grinned, making Sam laugh.
"She knows her stuff" Dean said, clapping me on the shoulder "Must run in the family, Hayley's helped me out of a couple situations as well as Bobby" I just chuckled though I was extremely flattered
"I'll tell you something, too" Dad chipped in "This is some serious crap you boys stepped in"
"Oh yeah?" Sam asked "How's that?"
"Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops" Dad said, the boys were definately listening now
"This year I hear of 27 so far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us – a lot more"
"Do you know why?" Sam asked
"No, but I know it's something big" he said "The storm's coming, and you boys, your Daddy – you are smack in the middle of it"
The dog barking grom outside makes all of jump, my ears prickat it, straining to listen but I can just feel it in my gut. Something was wrong. The barking is cut off by a whine, the four of us barely daring to breath as I look from the window. All I can see is Rumsfeld's chain hanging broken and him nowhere in sight.
"Something's wrong" I whisper and as if on cue the door slams open. A girl with cropped blonde hair saunters in. I see Dean pull the holy water flask out his pocket.
"No more crap" said the girl
Dean comes at her then, unscrewing the flask. Not that he gets too far cause blondie sends him flying into a stack of my books. He looks out cold and I start to worry then. Sam steps in front of me, placing himself between me and what I can only assume is a demon. He's pushing me backwards, I grip his arm. I'm not at all scared but hey, he was nice.
"I want the Colt, Sam – the real Colt – right now" she said
"We don't have it on us" Sam said a bit to quickly "we buried it" he backs me further across the room, blonde following us, dad right beside me.
"Didn't I say "no more crap"? I swear – after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads. Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?" she said with venom, Dean stands up and smirks from behind her.
"Actually, we were counting on it" he said, she whips round to him. His eyes flicker to the ceiling where my perfectly painted Devil's Trap is. The looks back at her, a smirk still on his lips.
"Gottcha"
x
I'm sat on a stack of books, staring at Meg. She's keeping her cool and collected face but I can just feel the fear pumping through her veins. I would be scared if I was her, strapped to a chair in the middle of a Devil's Trap. She kept making sketchny eyes at me, or glancing over occasionally. It was putting me on edge but I kept my calm, staring her down.
"You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask" she said, none of us even give her a second glace. She'd been saying sarcastic comments every now and then for a while now. Dad walked back in, holding a very large canister of salt.
"I salted the door and windows. If there are any demons out there – they ain't getting in" he said. Dean nodded and stood up, walking around Sam and I to stand in front of Meg.
"Where's our father, Meg?" he said, his voice was calm but there was a biting frost to it
"You didn't ask very nice" she said, sneering at him
"Where's our father, bitch?" and even I flinch at the word.
"Jeez" Meg said "ou kiss your mother with that mouth "Oh wait, I forgot- You don't"
"You think this is a frigging game?" Dean yelled, I winced, I could feel hate radiating off him like a fricking sun "Where is he?! What did you do to him?"
"He died screaming" Meg said "I killed him myself" Dean just looks at her, pure hate written all over his face "That' kind of a turn on - you hitting a girl"
"You're no girl" Dean hissed. I jump off the bookshelf and grab Dean by the elbow, he seems to phsically relax.
"Dean" I said softly and he follows me into the next room, Sam and Dad follow us.
"You okay?" Sam asked
"She's lying" Dean said, more calm but still with an edge "He's not dead"
"Dean, you got to be careful with her" I said, crossing my arms "Don't hurt her"
"Why?" Dean asked indifferently
"Because she really is a girl, that's why" I said impaitently
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, more softly than Dean
"She's possessed" I said, staring at Meg over Dean's shoulder before looking him in the eye "That's a human possessed by a demon. Can't you tell?"
"Are you trying to tell me there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?" Dean said, mildly horrified as he looked over his shoulder at Meg, I just nod at him "That's actually good news"
x
I'm standing with Sam as he holds my hunting book for me, I flip through a couple more pages. I had a decent exorcism in here somewhere, it's a lot more easy than trying to find it in a demon book somewhere. I flip over one more page and find it, I tap the page and give Sam a look he just nods. I turn to Meg who is smirking as usual.
"Are you going to read me a story?" she said to me, I smile at her
"Something like that" I shrug "Hit it, Sam"
"Regna terrae, cantate deo, psallite domino.." he begins reading off the page
Meg snaps her head to look at Dean "An exorcism? Are you serious?"
"Oh we'regoing for it, baby - head spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards"
Meg flinches in pain as am reads, the brothers share a look as Meg looks over her shoulder at Sam and I "I'm going to kill you" she spits, I can feel the hate she feels towards us but there's something else too. Fear. She looks over at Dean "I'm gonna rip the bones from your body"
"No, you're gonna burn in hell. Unless you tell us where our Dad is" Meg just smiles at him "Well, at least you'll get a nice tan" He glances up at Sam, who continues to read off the page. Meg is shaking while Sam reads before finally letting off a gasp off pain.
"He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. That's when I slit his throat" Meg said, Sam has stopped reading and is staring at her in horror, I reach over and grab his hand, he looks at me and I smile reassuringly. He starts to read again as Dean leans closer to Meg.
"For your sake, I hope you're lying. Cause if it's true, I swear to God, I will march into hell myself and I will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God!" Dean said just as Meg started flinching in pain again "Where is he?!"
"Dead!" Meg gasped
"No, he's not! He's not dead! He can't be!" I can feel Dean's anger and sadness flooding into the room, Sam looks at him, eyes filled with concern "What are you looking at? Keep reading"
"He will be!" Meg gasped as Sam read
"Wait! What?!"
"He's not dead. But he will be after what we do to him"
"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Dean growlled
"You don't" Meg said, out of breath
"Sam!" Dean snapped
"A building! Okay? A building in Jefferson City" Meg said desperately
"Missouri? Where, where? An address!"
"I don't know" Meg sighed, I felt exhausted just looking at her.
"And the demon – the one we're looking for - where is it?" Sam said, making me suddenly realise I was still holding his hand.
"I don't know! I swear! That's everything. That's all I know" Meg said, creating a smothering silence in the room until Dean said-
"Finish it"
"What?" Meg cried desperately "I told the truth!"
"I don't care"
"You son of a bitch, you promised" she yelled
"I lied!" he snapped, giving me such a fright I dropped Sam's hand. Dean grabbed on to the arms of the chair and staring her down "Sam"
Sam doesn't even move, or read, Dean tuurned to look at him "Sam! Read" he said, walking over to us.
"Maybe we can still use her" Sam said quietly "Find out where the demon is"
"She doesn't know"
"She lied"
"Sam, there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there. We've go to help her"
"You're going to kill her" I hiss at him
"What?"
"You said she fell from a building" I said "That girl's body is broken. The only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it – that girl is going to die"
"Listen to me, both of you, we are not gonna leave her like that£ Dean said, looking from Sam to me then back again. Dadnhad moved to my side, his hand gripping my shoulder.
"She's a human being" I snapped
"And we're gonna put her out of her misery" Dean shot back "Sam, finish it"
Sam looks from Dean, to me, to dad. Conflicted over what the right thing to do. His eyes move over to Meg and he sighed.
"Dominicos sanctae ecclesiae, terogamus audi nos, terribilis deus do sanctuario suo deus israhel. Ipse tribuite virtutem et fortitudinem plebi suae, benedictus deus, gloria patri..." he said, Meg is throwing herself around in the chair as she screams in pain, I squeeze my eyes shut, wanting nothing more than for it to be over. FInally I hear Meg scream the loudest and open my eyes to see the demon leave though her mouth in a clouf of black smoke. I look at the girl Meg was possesing, her head is lolling forward, blood dripping from her mouth. We watch in silence, not to sure if it's over yet. She moans quietly, lifting her head ever so slightly.
"She's still alive" Dean said, then turned to dad "Call 911. Get some water and blankets" he runs through to the kitchen. Sam and Dean run forward to untie Meg. I take her hanf as she tries to speak.
"Thank you" she manages in a whisper
"Shh, just take it easy, alright?" I said, rubbing my thunb over the back of her hand. She seemed to calm down.
"Come on" Dean said to Sam "let's get her down"
They lift Meg from the chair, there's a sickening noise of bones crunching that makes Meg scream in pain, they lower her to the floor, all the while Sam is repeating-
"Sorry, sorry. I got you. I got you. It's okay. It's okay"
"A year" Meg said in a strained voice
"What?" Sam said soothingly
"It's been a year" she said
"Shh" I said in my calmest voice, brushing the hair from her face "just take it easy"
"I've been awake for some of it. I couldn't move my own body. The things I did – it's a nightmare" she said, I squeezed her hand reassuringly, I was about to tell her it wasn't her fault when Dean cut me off.
"Was it telling us the truth about our Dad?"
"Dean" Sam said impaitently
"We need to know" he said solemly
"Yes" she managed "But it wants... you to know... that... they want you to come for him"
"If dad's alive, none of that matter" Dean said, mostly to himself. Dad comes back in with a blanket and a glass of water. He hands the glass to Dean while him and Sam cover her, I just keep the death grip on her hand, trying to keep her calm. Dean lists up her head gently soshe can drink.
"Where is the demon we're looking for?" Sam said softly
"Not there. Other ones. Awful ones" she said
"Where are they keeping our dad?" Dean asked
"By the river" Meg just about manages "Sunrise"
"Sunrise?" Dean repeats "What does tha men?" Meg doesn't reply and I feel her hand go limp in mine.
x
"You better hurry up and beat it. Before the paramedics get here" dad sighed to Sam and Dean
"What are you gonna tell them?" Dean asked
"You think you guys invented lying to the cops?" I smile at him "we'll figure something out" I push the Key Of Solomon into Sam's hands "Here take this. You might need it"
"Thanks" he smiled and gave me a sort of awkward one armed hug, it made me blush all the same.
"Thanks... for everything. Be careful, alright?" Dean said to dad and I
"You just go find your Dad. And when you do, you bring him around, would you? I won't even try to shoot him this time" dad said, Dean cracks a half smile and him and Sam leave. I sigh turning to dad, this should be a tricky explaination.
The paramedicts showed up 5 minutes later and took away Meg's body. I'd fed them a story about how we'd been driving home and found her like that at the side of the road, it had been a hit and run case. It was a good cover to explain the broken bones. They bought it and left without much of a thought. Dad and I shared a look, silently worrying over what the hell Sam and Dean had gotten themselves into.
I stood cleaning dad's plate of speggetti I'd made him, just before he'd left on a hunt. The house was uncomfortabley quiet around me and I hated it. I was lost in thought about Sam, Dean and if their dad was okay. He may have given me the creeps but he was a good man and I really did hope he was okay. My thoughts were cut off by the phone ringing, I picked it up, shoving it between my cheek and my shoulder, still cleaning the plate.
"Hello?"
"Bobby?" said Sam's voice
"No Sam, it's Hayley, dad's on a hunt" I said "What's up?"
I heard Sam gasp for a breath and instantly could tell he was crying "Sam?" I said urgently
"It's just-" he said, taking another breath "We got hit by this truck and (another ragged breath) Dean's out and they say he might not wake up, my dad's okay I just" he said, the line was silent
"Sam?" I said softly
"didn't know who else to talk to" he finally said
"where are you?" I asked, dumping the plate on the kitchen counter
"St Margrets hospital" he sighed, I nodded
"I can get there in about an hour, dad's in the state, he can tow the Impala back to our place" I said, already pulling on my boots "I'll see you then okay?"
"Hayley" he said just as I reached the door
"Yeah?"
he breathed in again shakily "Thank you"
"It's nothing" I said "see you in an hour"
I'm standing with Sam and dad later outside the hospital, looking at the mangled Impala. I look at Sam who is chewing his bottom lip.
"Oh, man" he said "Dean's gonna be pissed"
"Look, Sam" Dad said " This... this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap"
"No" Sam said, shaking his head "Dean would kill me if we did that. When he gets better he's gonna want to fix this"
"There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, and the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging" dad said
"Listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just going to give up on..."
"Okay" dad sighed "You got it"
"Here, uh, Dad asked for you to get this stuff for him" Sam said, handing dad a pice of paper, I read it over his shoulder and frown
"What's John want with this?" he asked
"Protection against the demon" Sam said, he looks at me as I give him a look "What?"
"Nothing" I stumbled "it's just, um.."
"Hayley?" Sam frowned "What's going on?"
Dad and I exchanged looks, we both knew exactly what John was planning. I almost didn't want to tell Sam.
I run after Sam, as he marched, fuming, to John's room. Dad and I had given hom the stuff and proceeded to tell him that it was for summoning the demon, not protection. I'd decided to stay at the hospital with Sam as Dad towed the Impala back home. He stams open the room, I go to follow but I feel the temperature drop just as I reach the door. Sam goes in and starts yelling at his dad, while I turn and look around. I almost feel as if something's watching me. Though I shake off the feeling and stand awkwardly in the door flame while Sam tears John a new one.
I almost jump out of my skin as the glass oss water on the table goes flying and crashes on the floor. Sam and Jogn exchange looks, just as confused as I was. I was then shoved into John's room by a nurse running past in the hall, sam runs past me and follows. John only seems to realise I'm there as I run after Sam. Trying to shake of the way he looked at me. I manage to make my way to Dean's room where Sam is huddled in the door way, looking positively broken. I look over to Dean's bed, doctors and nurses are surrounding him, resuscitating him.
"All clear" the doctor said urgently
"No" Sam whispered, I look up at him, there are tears threatening to leak out of his eyes. I reach over and intertwine our fingers. He looks at me and I try to smile, it doesn't work too well. I feel a rush off cold air go pst me, flowing into the room. I gasp and Sam looks at me again, worried look on his face. I can tell he felt it too, he turns to look at Dean and blinks, as if he heard something.
"We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm" a nurse said, Sam breathes a sigh of relief. He then frowns looking somewhere to my left with a confused look on his face. He shakes it off, rubbing the hand that wasn't around mine across his forehead.
"Did you feel that?" he whispered
"Depends what you mean" I said, it was either the feeling someone was there or the butterflies in my stomach that he was holding my hand.
"The cold and then, I don't know, like something was here"
I nod "I felt it earlier too, outside your dads room, then that glass fell over..." I said carefully
"Do you think it could be.." he said, his voice trailing off
"Could be what?" I urged
"Dean" he sighed, I considered the possibility
"Maybe, it certainly feels that way" I say
"I gotta pick something up" sam nsaid, dropping my hand "I'll be back" and with that he turned and disappeared down the hallway.
I end up falling asleep in the chair next to Dean's bed. I'd been sitting there for a while, I had no idea where Sam had gone or what he was planning but I had to trust him. I stirred awake when Sam walked back into the room. I frowned at the box he had in his hands but he just gave me a reassuring smile. He pulls it out and I read Mystical TAlking Board on the front and try to bite back a laugh. Sam circles around the bed and sits cross legged on the floor. He opened the box and pulled out the board.
"Dean?" Sam said carefully "Dean, are you here?"
There's a small pause but then the pointer flowly moves to YES. y eyes widened and I drop to my knees beside Sam, whos lets off a relieved laugh.
"It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean"
Another pause and the pointed starts going to letters. H. U. N. T.
"Hunt? Hunting? What, are you hunting?" Sam said slowly, as the pinter moves to YES. Sam glances at me, my face must be priceless, staring at the board in awe.
"It's in the hospital, what you're hunting? Do, do you know what it is?" Sam said hurriedly, the pointer moves slowly, spelling out REAP.
"A reaper. Dean, is it after you?" Sam asked, there's a longer pause but the pointer eventually moves to YES.
"If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it." I said quietly, not really wanting to interupt.
"Man, you're, um.." Sam stumbled "No. There's got to be a way" Sam stands and starts to pace. "There's gotta be a way" he repeats "Dad'll know what to do" he leaves the room and I stare at the other side of the Ouiji Board.
"Hi Dean" I said awkwardly "Listen man, I don;t know you very well but you helped me out more times than I can count, we'll figure something out, we'll get you back"
I chuckled "Damn, I feel like I'm talking to myself, am I going crazy?"
The pointer starts to move again and my eyes widen, it moved to YES and I let out a laugh "Yeah, definately you"
Sam walked back in then, holding a journal, he sits down on the edge of Dean's bed "Hey" he said into thin air "So dad wasn't in his room but I got his journal, so who knows? Mayb there's something here"
I sit next to Sam as he flips though the book, his eyes darting to Dean's unconcious body every now and then. He turns to a page titles "Reapers" and I read over his shoulder. There's another brush of cold air and Sam and I can feel that his presence is gone.
Sam and I sit in his room, unsure of what do do or where Dean has gone. Sam has tried talking to him a couple times with no luck. I stare at Dean, sitting there he looked so peaceful. Can death really be so bad?
Dean suddenly gasps, his eyes flying open as he begins to choke on the tube down his throat.
"Dean?" Sam said in disbelief as I run to the door yelling-
"Help! We need help!"
"So you said a Reaper was after me?" Dean said, scratching his head
"Yeah" Sam nods
"How'd I ditch it?" he asked
"You got me" Sam shrugged
"Dean" I said softly as he looked at me "You really don't remember anything?"
"No" he sighed " Except this pit in my stomach, something's wrong"
I was about to answer when a knock at the door cut me off, we turned to see John standing in the door "How you feeling, dude?" he smiled
"Fine, I guess" Dean said "I'm alive"
"That's what matters" John sighed
"Where were you last night?" Sam asked pissily
"I had somethings to take care of" John said carefully
"Well, that's specific" Sam said sarcastically
"come on, Sam" Dean sighed in exasperation, Sam ignored him.
"Did you go after the demon?"
"No"
"You know, why don't I believe you right now?"
"Can we not fight?" John pleads "You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I, I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?"
"Dad, are you alright?" Sam said, taken a back.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hey, son, would you, uh, would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?" he sighed, rubbing his head
"Yeah. Yeah, sure" Sam said frowning, walking from the room, John stared after him. I go to follow Sam but he stops me.
"Hayley" he said softly as I go up, I looked over at him "Listen, I owe you and your dad an apology"
"Oh" I managed "It's fine, really"
"No, it's not" he cut me off "In the hood of my car, there's a knife on the left hand side, silver in aleather case. I want you to have it"
"I really couldn't.." I stumbled, shocked by his kindness
"Please" he said desperately, I nodded
"Okay, sir" I said, still frowning
"Pass my apology to your father for me?" he said finally, stpeeing out of the door fram
"Of course" I said "thank you" he just nods and I go down the hall after Sam, thouraghly confused.
I find my way down to the caffeteria and almost bump into Sam, who's carrying a small cup filled with coffee.
"You alright?" he chuckled "You look like you've seen a ghost"
"Fine" I said, laughing slightly "You're dad just gave me a knife of his"
"Really?" Sam frowned, I nod
"Silver, apparently? In a leather case"
"Jeez" Sam mutters, then I feel his warm hand slip into mine "He must like you, that's one of his favourites"
"It's weird he'd give it to me" I sighed "I barely know the guy, plus he pologised to me and my dad"
Sam frowned slightly as we walked back, our hands swinging in time, making my cheeks heat up. When we passed a room Sam stopped dead, letting go of my hand. I look into the room to see John on the floor and a gasp escaped from the back of my throat.
"Dad?!" he cries, dropping the cup as coffee when everywhere. He ran to John's side, dropping to his knees as I scream for help down the corridor.
Once again there are a crowd of doctors and nurses if John's room, I step back slightly as Sam and Dean hover in the doorway.
"No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad!" Dean pleads as a nurse tried to push them out of the room "Come on"
"Okay, stop compressions" a hear a doctor say. I'm chewing on my bottom lip, the mealic taste of blood flowing into my mouth but I didn't stop. I couldn't see past Sam and Dean but I had a feeling I wouldn't want to.
"Still no pulse" A woman's voice called, I wrapped my arms over my chest, i could feel myself having trouble brething. As if something was pressing into my chest repeatedly.
"Okay, that's it everybody" a doctor sighed "I'll call it. Time of death 10:41am"