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Dean Winchester looked down at the number who was calling him and didn't know who it was.
"Hello." He said with some caution.
"HELLO ARE YOU DEAN WINCHESTER?" a female voice asked over the other end.
"Yes." Dean told her, confused. 'what?' Sam mouthed at him as he drove.
"I'M SORRY TO INFORM YOU THIS BUT DAWN JOHNSON DIED EARLY THIS MORNING." The female voice told him. Dean gaped at the phone. "AND SHE LEFT YOUR SON HERE ALONE. WE NEED YOU TO COME PICK HIM UP." She told him.
Dean nodded, knowing she couldn't see him. "Yeah I'll be there in a few hours." Dean told her, hanging up. He grabbed the map and traced his fingers from where they were now, and where Hanson Indiana was. Dean looked up at his brother. "Sammy I think I know how it felt when Jess died." Dean told him, quietly, before punching the dashboard of his beloved Impala.
Sam was shocked. He pulled over and stopped his brother from punching the airbag, before it engaged, causing Dean serious injury. Sam got him to stop. "What happened?" Sam asked softly.
"I don't know, all the person said was that Dawn Johnson was dead, and my son is at the hospital alone." Dean told him.
"Hanson?" Sam asked.
Dean nodded. "I'm going to catch a nap." He told his baby brother, slipping on his sun-
glasses. They both knew he wasn't going to sleep.
SUPERNATURAL
Sam parked in the closest spot he could find at the small hospital. Dean was out before he could shut off the engine. Sam got out and seen his brother run through the doors. He followed at a slower pace. He watched as Dean hugged his ten year old son Dean Michael Johnson-Winchester.
Dean said a few words to him, before leaving him to sit in one of the chairs, and going to the nurses desk. "Dean Winchester." Dean told the nurse. "Someone called me." He told her, as Sam joined him.
"Patients name?" The woman asked Dean.
Dean looked at her for a moment. "Dawn Johnson." Sam told her, for his brother.
"That is your son?" The nurse asked Dean, pointing to Dean Michael.
Dean nodded. "Yes."
"What happened to Dawn and her father?" Sam asked the nurse.
The nurse looked at them both a moment. "I'm sorry I think you should talk to the doctor,
and the police." The nurse told them, turning around and walking towards a doctor, and two cops.
Sam and Dean looked at each other confused, as the doctor and cops walked towards them. "Dean Winchester?" The docter asked. Dean shook his hand. "I'm Doctor Jones. This is Officer Tam, and Officer Jackson." The doctor introduced them. They all shook hands.
"Sam, Deans' brother." Sam introduced himself.
"Dean your son is very confused, and I'm quite concern about him. He keeps talking on and on about a demom killing his mother." The doctor told him. Dean and Sam looked at him in shock. "Now I know your son had been through a lot in the last twenty-four hours, and it's likely that he created this demon story to make things a little easier on himself."
"How did she die?" Dean asked. "And where is her father?"
The two cops looked at each other. "Her father is dead aswell. When we got there, the house was on fire, with her father in it. Dawn had carried her son out of the house, only to die outside. She was stabbed with what looked like a long curved object, mulitple times. We think her father stabbed her, and something went wrong and he died in the fire." Officer Tam explained. "It's possible that Dawn had killed her father in attmepted to stop him."
"My mother didn't kill my grandfather, and my grandfather didn't kill my MOTHER!" Dean Michael yelled at the officers and doctor. "You're lying!" Dean Michael screamed again. Tears running down his cheeks.
Sam looked down at the child as his brother drew him to himself and hugged him. He knelt down and spoke to him quietly. Dean Michael calmed down. Dean took his son over to one of the chairs and sat down beside him, talking to him. Sam finished talking to the police officers.
SUPERNATURAL
Sam drove to the only motel they had in Hanson. He pulled up in front of the office and went and got a room. A man in his early forties was working the desk. Sam signed the ledger, and looked around the office, it changed. It had been painted recently and redecorated. Sam noticed a picture on the wall, above the picture it said 'In memory of George Davidson' The man in the picture Sam remembered was the man who worked the desk the last couple times they came to Hanson.
Sam got the keys and headed back to the Impala. Dean was sitting in the passenger seat,
looking confused at what his son said that had happened. Dean Michael was asleep in the backseat.
Sam pulled in front of their room. They had managed to get a room with two queens and a single.
Dean got out and carried Dean M. into the room, as Sam got their bags. Sam watched as his brother set Dean M. down on the farthest side on the first bed. Sam took the other queen size bed. He placed their bags on the chairs or tables.
"Sam?" Dean asked quietly. "Can you watch him for a few hours, I want to go check out the house." Dean told him. Sam nodded, and Dean hurried out of the motel room, closing the door quietly behind him. Sam looked at Dean Michael and was amazed at how much he looked like Dean when he was that age. Sam took the opportunity to take a quick shower.
SUPERNATURAL
Dean pulled up in front of what was left of Dawn Johnsons house. Her Car Garage was still intact and wonder what would happen to it since she was gone. He pushed that aside and he'd deal with it tomorrow. He was suppose to meet with her lawyer tomorrow, he was dreading that. Dean pulled out a flashlight and walked up the steps, careful of the burned places. He looked around the outside on the porch and seen something that nearly stopped his heart. Outside on the window sil that hadn't been damaged much by the fire was Sulfur, globs of it, as it probably came in contact with water. He was fuming now, his son was right a Demon did do this, but what the hell was it doing here. Did it come here because of him.... the thought was unnerving, and was making him angry. 'No there was no way the demon world could know about her and their son.' Dean thought as he carefully entered the house. Everything was burned, he walked up the damaged stairs heading upstairs. He entered the first room, and the fire hadn't damaged much of it, most of the stuff was black from the smoke. He looked over at the Dean Michaels bed, and there sat a teddy bear. Dean grabbed it, thinking he'd take it with him. He looked around for anything else his son might want. He found pictures and placed them in his sons backpack, along with anything else, he could remember that Dawn told him she was going to buy for him.
He had been there for over two hours and he had made two trips to the Impala already with stuff he was taking with him. He looked over what had been the living room and he walked across it to check out the door on the other side. CRUNCH. Dean stopped and looked down. He had stepped on a picture, and the glass had broke. He picked it up shaking the broken glass away. It was a picture of Sam, Dawn and Dean, Dean Michael inbetween them. It had been taken the last time they were here. Christmas last year. The bottom right corner had been burned, but other then that the picture was unharmed. He took the picture out of the broken frame and slipped it into his jacket. He opened the door and was met with stairs leading downstairs. He walked down them, shining the flashlight in all directions, quickly making sure no one was around. What he saw stopped him in his tracks. It was set up quite similar to his basement when he was younger. When his father would set up a training place in their basement, but Dawn was missing the blue and red mats for the hand to hand combat training. Other then that it was scary how similar they were. To Deans' left the wall was covered in all kinds of weapons, while the one in front of him held old looking books that were in Latin, and some other languages. What caught Deans' attention was the cork board almost under the stairs. It had paper slips tacked to it, with hunters names and numbers. Dean was surprised to see his Dads' name on it, as well as Ellens'. He didn't know what was going on, but he was going to find out. He pulled out his cell phone and called Ellen.
"Roadhouse two." Ellen answered the phone.
"Ellen it's me Dean." Dean told her.
"Hey. You looking for information on a hunt, because I got none." She told him.
"No we have a hunt, or at least we think we do. I need to know everying you know about Dawn Johnson." Dean told her. To his surprise he was met by silence.
Ellen finally said something. "How the Hell did you get mixed up into that mess?" Ellen asked him.
Dean was surprised. "What mess?" Dean asked.
"You need to leave that well alone, she will get you nothing but killed." Ellen told him.
Dean looked at the wall. "Too late." Dean told her. "I'm mixed up in and I need to know what it going on."
Ellen sighed. "I don't know much, but I do know that Dawn has ties to a very powerful, and dangerous demon."
"Dawn and her father are dead Ellen." Dean told her. "And I need to know if this demon is going to come after her son." He paused. "My son. What kind of ties did she have?"
He could hear her breathing. "Come to the Roadhouse and I'll have all the information I got ready for you." She told him. "Dean, be careful. These demons aren't your ordinary demons."
Ellen warned before hanging up.
Dean stared at the phone confused. Ellen would have told him something more then just 'be careful.' He wanted to know more, but couldn't till after he talked to her lawyer. He growled in fustration. He wanted to kill something. Anything. He settled for taking all the papers off the board and started to pack them into a duffel bag. He took all her weapons and what ever books he didn't recognize and packed them up to. He filled three duffel bags and headed to the Impala with them. He drove back to the Motel and opened the door quietly. Sam and Dean Michael were sitting on his bed eating burgers and fries watching a rerun of Bugs Bunny. Dean Michaels' hair stuck up in all directions and if he didn't know any better he would have thought that the kid hadn't slept in days. "Hey." Dean said smiling. "I got a few things I thought you might want." Dean told his son placing his bag on the floor. Dean Michael looked at the bag and then turned back to the TV. "Maybe later then." Dean said, heading back outside and grabbing the three duffel bags from the trunk. He carried them in and set them down on Sams' bed. "Sammy we a serious problem." Dean told him, as his little brother came over and stood beside him. Dean opened the two duffel bags with weapons.
Sam whistled loudly, surprise written all over his face. "Dean where did you get all of this?" Sam whispered.
"They're Mommys." DJ said sadly looking at the duffel bags. "She kept them in the basement on the wall. They were why I wasn't allowed to go down there without her or grandpa." He explained sadly.
"Do you know why she had them?" Dean asked gently.
"It was what she did, before I came along. It was her job to protect people from things,
that most people didn't know existed." He told them. "I took her away from protecting people." He added sadly.
Dean placed his hand on DJs' shoulder. "It's not your fault. Your mom loved you alot and decided to stay with you." Dean reassured him. DJ nodded he knew that.
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