Title: Hell Chasers
Author: Purple Spoon of Doom and July Falconeri
Beta: We beta each other. Cause we're awesome. ;)
Rating: T
Warning: Gore; mild language; older theme
Spoilers: Season 1
Pairings: None
Word Count: 418
Disclaimer: We don't own Supernatural, but boy would we like to! (You know, just a birthday suggestion, if you want to get us the rights to Supernatural.)
A/N: The original idea was Purple Spoon of Doom's and she wrote the first chapter, so enjoy!
Dean was surprised, to say the least, when he answered the door. It was someone he never expected to see again, his mother.
"Mom?"
"Hi, Dean." She said, quietly.
"How? What? I don't-"
"Can I come in?" He stepped back pointedly avoiding the salt line. She sighed, and crossed with no problem. He handed her a silver knife, she took it by the blade, no reaction. He handed her a flask of holy water, "What do you want me to do with this? I crossed salt with no problem, Dean," She took a swig of it anyway.
"Mom!" He hugged her tightly. She froze, surprised, before returning the hug. When they pulled away there were tears running down Dean's face. "What happened? Who brought you back?"
"I don't know, Dean. Where are John and Sammy?"
"Dad? No idea, he just left me coordinates for this hunt. And Sam is at Stanford."
"Stanford?" Mary sat on the bed. "Really?"
"Yep, got in on a full ride too, the nerd."
"Wow. Full ride, that's – thats amazing! What about you, Dean?" She had missed so much of her boys lives.
"What about me? I'm a Hunter."
"What have you Hunted?"
"Took down a poltergeist a week ago, a werewolf before that."
"A werewolf! Are you okay?" Werewolves weren't something to mess around with. "You didn't Hunt it alone, did you?"
"No, no, mom. I had help. Bobby helped me." He calmed his mother. "Had help." He reiterated at his mom's worried look.
"Okay, okay. So, he just took off?" She was not happy with John at the moment.
"Dad? Yeah, it's just his style." He stated matter-of-factly. Mary sighed. "He's on a hunt with Pastor Jim at the moment, Jim might pick up."
"Okay, call him. I need to talk to your father." she grit out.
Dean nodded and pulled put his cell phone, dialing the pastor. "Hey , Pastor Jim, its Dean. . . Yeah, it's good to talk to you too, say, is my dad there? . . . No? Where is he? Thanks, nope, I understand. Bye." Dean sighed, "Well, they finished the hunt a while ago, dad took off, Jim hasn't seen him since."
"So, what should we do now?" Mary asked.
"Go to Stanford, I guess, get Sam."
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