Ch. 1
I know I should be working on 'Their Turn' and I swear I haven't given up on it.
But my muse is a donkey named mule and he's being a real ass as far as that story is concerned. I apologize to everyone who is waiting for a update on that story. But I hope you will give this story a chance.
John Winchester was pacing the living room ping ponging between anger and fear. His boys should have been home twenty minutes ago. Dean knew to come straight back to the apartment he and Sammy were not allowed to go anywhere after school.
Fifteen minutes later John was deciding on Dean's punishment for disobeying and reaching for the doorknob to leave the apartment when there was a knock. Looking through the peep hole he didn't recognize the blond woman standing on the other side of the door. Glancing around the room the oldest Winchester made sure all the weapons were put away before opening the door.
"Daddy!" Sammy launched himself through the door as soon as it was open wide enough.
"Sammy," John reached down and picked up the five year old who had latched onto his legs.
"Where's Dean? And who the hell are you?" John asked, glaring at the woman and the two children standing beside her.
The woman's face remained surprisingly neutral under a glare that and put many men in their place.
"My names Sara Deacons I found your son sitting on the side of the road crying four blocks from here. Do you have another child that's not where he should be?"
"No, no I don't." John felt the little boy tense at the lie and rubbed his back praying he would keep his mouth shut.
"You asked about someone else when we first arrived."
"He's just another an older boy who lives in the building he's suppose to walk Sammy home after school he must have gotten distracted. I'll have to have a talk with him thanks for bringing my son home," John said, shutting the door.
Sitting on the couch John pried Sammy from around his neck.
"Son, I need you to tell me what happened."
"Wwwe were walking home aaand Dean saw these big kids like Caleb picking on these two smaller boys. One of them is in my class his names Antonio he's from Italy and he doesn't speak English. I don't think his older brother does either. Dean yelled at them to stop aaand," Sam stopped as a little sob escaped him. One of the big boys said 'Who's going to stop us?' and Dean said he would then he told me to run. When all big kids turned to look at Dean, Antonio's, brother grabbed his hand and then he grabbed mine and took off running I tried to get away but he was too strong. When Antonio fell his brother let go of my hand and I ran away. But I didn't know how to get back to where Dean was. I'm sorry daddy it's my fault."
"No buddy, you did the right thing. Do you think if I take you back to the school you can show me where you and Dean got separated?"
"Yes sir," Sam sniffed.
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Brotherhood
After parking the impala at the school the kindergartener lead his dad to the alley where he and Dean got separated.
'What the hell was that boy thinking? Leaving his brother unprotected.' John fumed as he followed the kindergartener.
The father's heart clinched when he saw the puddle of blood at the mouth of the alley with his oldest knife lying beside it.
"What's that?" Sam asked, leaning over to touch the blood.
"No!" John grabbed the little hand before it could touch the blood. "Don't touch anything. Stay right beside me and don't touch anything," he reiterated.
"DEAN!"
Father and son searched every dumpster and every inch of the alley until it became too dark to see.
On the way back to the car John was lost in his own thoughts of what to do next when the sound of sobs pulled him from his own thoughts.
"Sammy what's wrong are you hurt?" John knelt down in front of his youngest and gripped his shoulders looking him over for injuries.
"No, I want, Dean. He's lost and we can't find him."
"I'm going to find him Sammy, I promise."
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Brotherhood
John was only half listening to Mackland as the man made plans to fly out and join him to help search.
Sam had gone back to the room he shared with his brother as soon as they had gotten home and refused to come out. The last time John had checked on him the poor kid had cried himself to sleep. But even in his sleep sobs still shook his small body.
The oldest Winchester was again pacing restlessly holding his sixth beer of the night when a scream shattered the quiet of the night.
Dropping his beer and grabbing his shotgun John raced for the boys' bedroom.
"Dean! Dean!"
After scanning the room for any threats John sat down on the bed and gave Sammy a shake.
"Sammy, Sammy, wake up son." .
Tear filled hazel eyes shot open to focus on his dad.
"I want Dean."
"I know buddy, I know. Why don't we go watch some TV Mac will be here in a couple of hours."
"Mac's coming?"
"Yeah he's going to help me find your brother."
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Brotherhood
The sun was just barely over the horizon when a knock on the door jerked John from an uneasy sleep.
"Dean!" Sammy shot up off the couch and ran for the door before John could get his sluggish limbs to respond.
John had put the chain on the door and Sam could only get the door open so far.
"Mac? Caleb?"
"Move Sammy," John gently pushed Sam out of the way so he could take the chain off and open the door.
"Any news?" Mac asked, as he and Caleb stepped into the apartment.
"No, I thought you were leaving Junior at home."
Even though he didn't think it was possible Mac's heart sank even lower at the sight of his best friend and his youngest son. Both looked like they'd slept in their clothes. John was pale the dark circles under his eyes and the dark stubble on his face only accentuating his paleness. Sammy's eyes were blood shot his nose a bright enough red to rival Rudolph's. His hair was dirty and obviously had not been brushed.
"He tried." Caleb looked down when he felt tugging on his hand.
"You have to find Dean, he needs you." Sammy turned the full force of his puppy dog eyes on the teen.
"We'll find him I promise, Runt."
Please let me know if I should continue.
For everyone out there who celebrates Christmas or Hanukkah or whatever you celebrate I hope you have a blessed one. And if you don't celebrate anything then I hope you have a nice week.