My sequel to Mad Dog. Thanks to my friends for there help. Jackie

CULT OF EVIL - CHAPTER 1

It had been well over 6 months since Dean Winchester's horrible ordeal with the vicious gang leader Mad Dog. Mary, his mother, was making scrambled eggs for breakfast on one of the prettiest and brightest mornings ever. The weather was just right and there was a slight breeze blowing that made you want to sit out with a glass of tea and a good book. John, Dean's father, walked in to the kitchen and immediately looked at Dean. He didn't like what he saw.

"What's wrong Dean?" John said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"I don't know, Dad, but for the last week I could swear somebody has been following me." Dean answered, confused.

"Following you?" Concerned, John Winchester set aside his coffee. "Why didn't you say something to us before?" His worried eyes glanced over at Mary.

"I didn't think too much about it at first, Dad. Besides, I didn't want anyone to worry."

Mary became extremely upset as she turned off the stove. Just the thought of Dean being followed made her heart beat even faster than it already was. She sank down into one of the chairs at the table.

"Dean, what makes you think you're being followed?" She asked nervously.

"Like I said, "Dean began. "I didn't think too much of it when my friend Jill and I saw this black van off in the distance the other day. We were waiting for Sam after school. It wasn't until I saw it again last night that it started to make me think it might be something to worry about."

Mary nodded and went back over to the stove, saying a silent prayer as she went. This could not be happening again, she mused. Then she brought in the scrambled eggs she'd left sitting in the frying pan and dished the contents out onto John, Dean and Sam's plates. A second later, Sam came walking in the room, yawning.

"Come on and eat, Sammy," Mary fussed, "before your breakfast gets cold."

"Ok mom," Sam said as he tiredly sat down in the chair. He noticed the worried looks on Mary and John's faces. "Hey, what's going on?"

Mary sighed. "This makes me very nervous, John," she said as she started pouring the Orange juice.

"What makes you so nervous mom?" Sam asked sounding even more concerned. "What happened?"

"Your brother thinks he's being followed," John answered gruffly.

Shocked, Sam looked at his brother. "Why didn't you say anything to me before, Dean?"

"Like I said before, I didn't want anyone to worry, just like all of you are doing now." He stood up from the table, the legs of his chair scrapping loudly across the floor. "I shouldn't have even said anything."

John also got up and hurried over to the front window to check outside.

"What are you looking at, Dad?" Sam asked anxiously.

"I don't see any van out there this morning," the worried father commented, as he returned to the table. "Look, just to be on the safe side, I'm taking you boys to school today."

Both Sam and Dean looked at each other. Dean started to say something but John raised a hand stopping him.

"No arguments either, okay?" John added.

"Okay, Dad," the two boys replied.

Soon after, the breakfast was finished. John drove the boys to school, unaware of the black van that slowly followed them from a distance.

A short time later, near the front of the school, Dean was standing by his locker next to his friend Jill, both of the teens were getting ready for class to begin. Suddenly, two sinister looking masked figures stormed into the school heavily armed with shot guns and began firing shots into the ceiling. As bits of the ceiling began crashing down, the frightened students began to panic, running away from the crazed gunman as fast as they could.

"Stay right where you are!" The taller figure ordered, pointing his weapon towards Dean.

"If you even blink we'll kill your girlfriend right where she stands!"

"Look," Dean stammered, "she's not my girlfriend, were just friends. Don't hurt her - I'll do anything you want just don't hurt anyone!"

The gunmen were clearly amused by Dean's brave words. "Get down on your knees, now!" The taller figure shouted.

"Ok, ok," Dean said calmly as he went slowly down to his knees. One of the gunmen walked up and placed a knife at Dean's throat.

"Now turn around," the gunman continued, "or I'll slit your throat."

Dean felt the coldness of the knife pressed against him and squirmed. He turned around just as the other masked figure raised a tire iron that he'd been holding at his side.

"I can do this with just one swift blow!" he smirked proudly. Then, holding the tire iron tightly in his hands, He charged towards Dean, swinging at Dean's head.

Dean never knew what hit him until after he felt the tremendous blow to the back of his head. Stunned, he grabbed onto his head with both hands, let out a long, loud moan and slumped to the floor unconscious.

The taller thug stepped over and roughly picked Dean up and hoisted him over his shoulder. He began to laugh. "Been a pleasure seeing you kids today!" Then the two gunmen made their way back outside to the van and tossed Dean's lifeless body in back.

Then the van began to move with the still unconscious Dean inside, bleeding profusely from his head wound.

His two attackers looked at each other in amusement. "A piece of cake, just like I said it would be."

Then they took off their masks. Tyrone grinned evilly as he glanced toward Lester.

"Mad Dog will be very pleased . . ."

TBC