Like Father, Like Son
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Storm of the Century. Neither do I own the characters in them. They just begged to be written and so I complied.
Characters: Michael Anderson, Ralphie Anderson, Bobby Singer, Nancy, and Sam and Dean, of course!
Plot: A demon took his son and nearly destroyed him. Now Michael Anderson will do what it takes. It just so happens he knows just the man for the job.
(Bobby had worked a case on Little Tall Island a few years back and had saved the Anderson family from a nest of vampires that were seeking to make the remote island their own private paradise. After that, he told Mike to let him know if he needed anything.)
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There is no real language, but I will make it T just in case.
Michael Anderson had to fight to recover the pieces of his life. Like a puzzle that gets tossed and spilled, a piece gets lost sometimes and cannot be found. Other pieces seem lost but are found later. With blood, pain, and a dash of despair, Michael faced evil and had to fight his way back to survive. It nearly took his sanity and it took something more precious, his son.
Michael Anderson had faced evil and lost. He had lost everything. Now, He wanted to catch that demon and get it back. It would not be easy and it may take time but he would do that. He just had to make a phone call.
"Hello." Came a gravelly voice on the other end of the line.
"Bobby, this is Michael Anderson. You remember me?" He waited for the reply.
"Mike!" Bobby exclaimed cheerfully, "Yep, I do. What do ya need?" Michael relaxed a little.
"Your offer to help. Does that still stand?" Mike asked, hoping the old man had not changed his mind.
"Yep. " Bobby said, going into hunter mode, "When do you want to meet?"
"I'm on my way. Be there in five." Mike's Maine accent strong. His voice full of pain and sadness. "I am ready."
"Good, cause I got it all ready. Got ya some help, too." Bobby said, as voices of two men bickering in the background floated by and then faded. Mike could hear the resolve in his voice. "This ain't gonna be easy, Mike." His voice was hard and solemn.
"It never is." Mike said as he pulled into the salvage yard. "I'm here, pulling in now."
Bobby hung up and went to the door. The boys would definitely like this guy; he was a bit like their dad and in the same situation, too.
Sam and Dean listened to Michael's story with opposite reactions, neither one was good. Dean was angry and wanted to start the hunt immediately. Sam was pale and shaking, and furious. Yellow eyes had did the same thing to their family.
"I thought I was done paying, I really did. I wasn't though. I found the demon last week walking down the street and tried to stop it." The boys looked at him like he was crazy. They understood him all too well. "My boy is like him! I was in shock and when I almost had him, he was gone. Poof!" Mike had been talking for over an hour now. The boys did not know whether to be angry or scared, or both.
"Wait!" Dean spoke up, "They held you down and let that thing take your son. What were they, stupid?" Everyone agreed that they were. Mike's eyes were full of pain. He had lost so much.
"It is their way. I never want to go back." Mike continued, "They couldn't have stopped him. They didn't want to lose their children. I understand that. I also understand that the demon never wanted any of their children, he wanted mine. It was an act he put on to get them to do what he wanted, he tricked them." Anger flashed across his chiseled features for a moment.
"I have to save my son, there has to be a way." He begged Bobby.
"There is. Boys, get that bag out of the fridge. I have to get Nancy." Bobby said. He grabbed a bag and went to the door. "We need to go immediately. I found where the demon, Linoge, is. "Everyone scrambled and left quickly.
Both the demon and the boy were tied with iron chains to chairs that were bolted to the floor. Nancy read the ritual while dripping her blood mixed with holy oil around each person. Bobby used some of the blood/oil to draw the symbols around the outside of each circle. He promptly set it on fire and Nancy began the ritual in earnest. The demon, Linoge, hissed and screeched and so did Mike's son. It broke Bobby's heart to see the pain on the man's face but he knew it would soon be over.
Sam and Dean were horrified at the site of Mike's son. "He's not possessed. Sam, He's not."
Sam said, "No, he's a demon, like I will be." Dean pursed his lips together and looked at his brother.
"That will never happen." He reassured him, Sam did not look reassured. He settled for another tack.
"It's almost time for us. Let's ready."
Sam and Dean held a slip of paper in their hands and began the latter part of the incantation, as Nancy stood back as far as she could from the bright flames and the screaming demons. Michael stood with her and waited for his cue. His cup of blood ready.
The older demon gave a last scream of pain and anger and then seems to melt. The melted remains ran into the flames and were vaporized immediately. The flames around his son died down enough that he could enter the circle that contained his son. He poured the blood into his son's mouth and chanted, "Life of my blood, fruit of my life, child of mine, return once more!" The boy shrieked so loud it shook the building and his head fell limply against his chest. The boys put out the fire with some sand in a nearby bucket. Pastor Jim's church would reek for days after this but it could not be helped.
The man stood over his unconscious son. He felt for a pulse and sighed, at least the boy was alive. He was afraid that his son would not make it once the demon in him, in his DNA was forcibly removed.
He waited, terrified, for his son to wake up. The boy began to stir and when he saw his dad he began to cry. Bobby checked his teeth and eyes, dashed on some holy water and then untied the boy. The boy ran to his father's arms and began to sob in earnest. The Winchesters and the others left them alone, going to get cleaning supplies to clean up their mess. These two needed a moment.
"Dad, I was so scared I would never see you again. I am so sorry!" the boy told his dad.
"I thought I lost you." Mike responded by hugging his son close. He needed to assure himself that his son was really here, here in his arms again.
"You did. I didn't remember you, just him. Then there was the darkness and the blood. I was so cold and hot at the same time. So much anger and so much darkness inside me, inside my soul" the boy said, looking into his lap, ashamed. The site broke his father's heart, and everyone else's that was pretending they weren't listening in. Sam and Dean exchanged a pained look.
"The ceremony removed that from you. You are human again, no more demon, just my son." Mike said, it was a promise and pledge.
"Thank you, all of you, for my son." Mike felt words could never be enough to relay how wonderful it was to have his son back after all this time. He conveyed it with his eyes and held his son, who cried like his heart was broken.
They turned and told him, "That's what family is for." The three men looked at each other and smiled, "You do what it takes to take care of them, no matter what." Mike smiled again, unable to stop. His son stopped crying and wiped his eyes.
"Yes, thank you." He said and smiled, the first time in a long time.
The Andersons, one older and one younger, both wiser than they were before, entered the hotel room. The boy laid the salt and the man did the small symbol on the door in chalk. The food sat on the table, the contents tempting them.
"What did we get?" Ralph asked, mouthwatering at the smell of the food.
"Guess." His dad teased, eyes smiling.
The boy pulled out the burgers and grinned from ear to ear. "Bacon Cheeseburgers! My favorite!"
Mike laughed and noted that Dean had definitely rubbed off on the boy. He just hoped not too much.
The two laughed together as only family can, sharing the unspoken joke.
The hunters ate their food and talked. The nest of vampires reclined and rested after their filling meal.
Hunters and their prey. They would get to the vamp nest soon, after supper, and when the light would shine. Mike considered getting a UV light. 'I wonder what that would do.'
He laughed at this and his son looked at him. He explained what he was laughing about and the boy laughed, too. It seemed like a good idea to him, too.
Like father, like son.
This is a start of a storyline I came up with.
I know these characters are probably new to you but give them a chance.
Michael and Ralphie Anderson are characters from "Storm of the Century" by Stephen King. This is based on the movie, sort of. This is how I saw the constable, Michael Anderson, saving his son. No one should lose a child, especially to evil.
Please read and review. This will be an ongoing series so please let me know what you think of it so far.