Hells Bells

Chapter 1

A rather nasty succubus was stirring up trouble in a small town in Tennessee. 'Was' being the key-word anyway.

Sam, Dean, and Sam's son Clay had been hunting together now for only about four months, but that was plenty of time to get Clay trained up.

Right after Abigail, Clay's mother had been killed, they wasted no time. They were able to hold Lilith off, but only because she hadn't made any attempt to go after them…which Sam admittedly found rather unsettling.

He and his son had an immense amount of power hidden up their sleeves, which Sam didn't even really know about till he met his son only about a few months ago.

Sam has had his powers since he was twenty two, but then it only came out in small bursts in the form of a vision, and once even a little telekinesis. But when he got a call from Abigail, his old high school girlfriend, and Clay's mother, informing him that he had a son who was a little 'strange' Sam knew immediately what that meant.

But what he didn't know was that his seven year old son was actually more powerful than him at the time…that is until Clay got a reading from a professional psychic friend of Bobby Singers, Pamela Barnes.

So Sam opened that door in his psyche for his sons' sake. He opened himself up to everything he was capable of, and in a quick, short, and dirty (and admittedly, painful) crash-course, Sam learned his full potential, and how to control it.

And then there was the matter of Lilith. Shortly after learning that she was the one holding Dean's contract, she came after them. Sadly, she was able to - in a sense, brainwash Clay.

But Sam went off with his demon friend, Ruby; and they had a private 'training' session to get a small power boost; which put him on the same playing field as his son.

They then shortly learned that Clay's mother was actually possessed by a demon and actually had been for a long time. Eight years to be exact. During the period when Clay was conceived, and so-on. The thought of that, made Sam sick to his stomach.

The night Dean's deal came due; they got a small 'present' from Lilith inviting them to Abigail's house where Clay would surely be.

When Sam, Dean, Bobby, and Ruby got there, they found that Lilith had taught Clay to control his abilities – making him all the more dangerous. So in his temporary state of insanity, he psychically attacked Dean; which Sam wasn't going to take lying down.

Eventually, Sam was able to talk his son out of his 'demon state of mind', but not after he killed Abigail.

Soon after, Lilith came for Dean's soul with Hell Hounds at her side. Sam and Clay were able to hold them off of Dean, and then Sam actually killed them with his mind alone. Seeing this, Lilith fled for her life – leaving Dean behind with Sam and Clay.

All that seemed so long ago to Sam, now.

Sam sighed as those memories flooded his mind. He sat behind the wheel of the Impala while Dean slept in the passengers' seat, and Clay slept in the back.

He looked through the rearview mirror to check on his son, only to see his sleeping, and peaceful face curled around himself in the back seat.

Sam noticed that the bruise on Clay's right cheek was healing rather nicely too.

They had gotten off a hunt yesterday, where a succubus was terrorizing a small town in Tennessee's men. This succubus in particular seemed rather aggressive, as she came after Clay with a good deal of strength. She landed a powerful left hook into Clay's right cheek, catching him by surprise.

After that, Sam instructed his son to back out to let Dean and himself handle the rest. But Clay of course being his son, and stubborn as any Winchester, refused.

Clay had sent a forceful, telekinetic shove toward the succubus – pinning her to the wall. The sheer power of it, sent small currents through the room which made the hairs on the back of Sam's neck stand on end. Dean didn't seem too put off by it though, so Sam couldn't help but wonder if it was only him feeling it.

The demon screamed curses at the Winchesters, before Dean plunged Ruby's demon killing knife into the bitch's gut, cause yellow bursts of light to flicker beneath her skin – signaling to them that she was indeed, dead.

Clay then let the body fall to the ground with a thud.

Sam looked at his son disapprovingly, before he and Dean went to take the body out back to burn it.

They had been trying to teach Clay to fight, and defend himself without using his abilities. He was rather good during their training sessions, but whenever they went out on an actual hunt Clay would sometimes use his abilities.

When asked about this, Clay would apologize and say it was a reflex.

Sam understood that, he really did. The mind was a muscle, and like any muscle, it needed to be exercised. So some nights when his brother and son were asleep, he would go out and flex it.

Small things though, such as lifting inanimate objects and what-not. He would invite his son along, but he usually did this late at night when he was sure his brother was asleep. And Sam knew that Clay needed his rest as well.

Sam knew how Dean felt about his and his sons abilities. He knew he didn't approve. Hell, when Dean found out that Sam saved his life from Lilith by using his abilities, he pitched a fit.

So Sam didn't even bother arguing on the matter. He only used his abilities around his brother when there was absolutely no choice.

Sam inhaled deeply as he noticed the orange tinged sky above as the sun was beginning to sink. He knew he had to stop soon for the night.

Seeing a Motel just up ahead, Sam shrugged to himself figuring it was only for the night as he noticed the sign reading 'Hourly Rates'. He then pulled into the parking lot with a sigh, and came to a halt in a vacant spot.

After he shut off the engine, Sam turned to Dean and prodded him gently.

"Hey," Sam called, "I found a place. I'll get the room."

Dean blinked himself awake, sending an annoyed glare at Sam before nodding feverishly. He yawned as his back arched to get the kinks out of his back from sleeping in the car.

"Where are we?" Dean asked groggily as he relaxed his back.

"Just outside South Dakota…we're still in Nebraska." Sam replied with a shrug.

Dean nodded in acceptance before turning his head to check on Clay. From the looks of it, he was still fast asleep with strands of his dark unkempt hair falling over his face.

Dean shook his head, and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he turned his attention back to his brother.

"What?" Sam asked curiously.

"That kid looks just like you." Dean replied with another chuckle.

Sam turned his head to look at his son, but then shrugged.

He didn't want to wake him, Clay really needed the sleep.

"Don't wake him." Sam whispered, "I'll carry him inside."

Dean nodded in agreement before opening the door, and climbing out of the car. Sam chanced one more glance at his son before doing the same.

xXx

An hour later after they were all situated in their confined room with only two beds, Sam found himself to be wide awake, antsy even.

He looked toward the bed closest to the door and saw that Dean was fast asleep again. And on the other bed, Clay lay still asleep; having never waked up after Sam carried his son into the room.

The sun had now gone down completely, and not wanting to wake neither his brother nor his son, Sam didn't turn any light on, leaving himself in total darkness. The only light shining in the room was the ever present crescent moon shining through the open window.

Sam paced the small room back and forth slowly, keeping his emotions under lock and key so his son wouldn't sense his restlessness and wake up.

Sam's head suddenly snapped to his thigh as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He sighed to himself as he dug in his jeans pocket to retrieve his phone.

Finally in his grasp, he pulled his phone from his pocket and saw that it was a text message from a nameless number. He knew who the number belonged to though. He just didn't keep it under a name just in case his brother ever got a hold of his phone. He knew if Dean saw that name in his phone, he would ask questions.

Questions, Sam didn't want to answer.

"Meet me outside!" The message read.

Sam nodded to himself, and shut his phone before shoving it back into his pocket.

He chanced a glance at Dean and Clay once more, and cast out his senses. He was relieved to find that they were both really fast asleep.

With that, Sam opened the front door and stepped outside into the bitter cold. He locked the door behind him, and then turned around to face a petite woman with long brown hair, and piercing brown eyes. She wore dark, tight fitting jeans with the hem tucked beneath her black boots which matched her black leather jacket.

She stood there with her arms crossed over her chest, with a cocky smile on her face.

Sam stepped away from the door, and offered the girl a half smile.

"What's going on, Ruby?" Sam asked seriously.

He had been keeping in touch with her since the incident with Lilith. She had shown him a way to strengthen his abilities, and frankly it scared the hell out of him.

And even though he only did it once, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to do it again. He was already powerful…but what would more power do to him?

He knew it was wrong though, just on principal alone. And that was something he never wanted to do again.

"I've been hearing things." Ruby said rather vaguely with a small shrug as her smile slid from her face.

"Okay, what kind of things?" Sam asked seriously, trying to cut to the point.

"About Lilith." Ruby explained pointedly.

"What about her?" Sam asked, suddenly interested.

He wanted to take this bitch out. She came after Dean, and his child. Sam wanted to teach her a lesson she won't soon forget.

"She's cooking up something big. Apocalyptic big."

"Like what?" Sam demanded.

"Can't say for sure." Ruby admitted, "But you have to be ready."

"I think I'm ready for her." Sam replied with a cocky grin.

"I doubt it," Ruby scoffed, "her numbers have tripled since the last time you saw her. She's got an army at her beck and call, Sam. You're not ready for that, yet!"

"So what do you suggest I do?" Sam asked curiously. He knew where this was going.

"You know what you gotta do." Ruby quipped in a matter-of-fact tone.

"No," Sam replied pointedly as he shook his head, "I'm not doing that ever again. That was a onetime deal out of desperation."

"And you're not desperate now?" Ruby snapped, "That knife won't do much against Lilith, and you don't have the Colt. So you got any other bright ideas?"

Sam knew she was right, there seemed to be no other way. But he didn't want to do this, anything but this.

"She'll come after Dean again," Ruby continued, "And you think she'll fail a second time? And when she has Dean in Hell, she'll take Clay again."

Sam's head snapped in Ruby's direction upon hearing Clay's name. Again, he knew she was right…but this was so wrong.

"Well, I won't have to like it." Sam muttered in defeat.

"No," Ruby agreed as a smile spread across her features, "you don't."

Just as I promised, the sequel to 'Sweet Child 'O Mine'.

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