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Neglected Warning
Jody blazed down the freeway, her siren blaring as she did so, forcing the cars in front of her to clear out of her way. As she drove, she had, quite skilfully in her humble opinion, managed to set up a conference call with Garth, Marion and Missouri as she headed towards the cabin and the boys.
"Whatever's happened to them, it doesn't sound good. Out of my way asshole!" she yelled angrily at someone with a caravan, grunting in frustration as it ponderously cleared itself out of the way.
"Well how long have they been back? What happened to them, where have they been?" Missouri asked impatiently.
"No idea, I think Dean must have passed out when he got off the phone." Jody responded, swerving around a coach.
"They've been back for a while." Garth admitted sheepishly and the conference call went quiet. A few seconds later, it was Marion's angry voice that came on.
"You knew the two of them were back and you didn't tell us? What the hell is wrong with you? We've been worried sick about them and Meg for months, and you only tell us now that you actually knew they were back? Marge was right, you really were dropped on your head a few times as a kid!" the other policeman of the group thundered angrily.
"Look I'm sorry! But in my defence, I've only recently just seen them in person and I didn't want to get you guy's hopes up. Besides, they seemed to have issues to sort through when I found them so I figured it might be best if we all left them alone." He said feebly, and Missouri tutted in irritated disappointment.
"Child, those boys always have issues to work through, it's nothing new. You should have told us. Now, do you know anything about Meg or are you keeping that under wraps as well?" she asked waspishly and Garth sighed.
"No I don't know about Meg, she genuinely hasn't been seen since their fight with Roman. And Sam and Dean have only been back a few weeks anyway, and like I said I didn't know for sure until the other day. Besides, they should have told you themselves so why yell at me?" he complained.
"Because you're here to be yelled at, the boys aren't yet. And we don't know what state they're in either, but don't worry honey, when they're better, they'll get yelled at too. Idiots." Jody snarled, blasting her horn as some tosser pulled out in front of her.
While she was preoccupied with shaking her fist at the driver in front, at the other end of the phone Marion winced. He knew full well she wasn't the safest of drivers at the best of times and this made chase to Montana clearly wasn't helping.
"Right, if you're going to Whitefish do you want help? I can catch up with you pretty quickly if I leave now." Marion offered, but Garth cut across him.
"You can't, not really, the local police might wonder why two sheriffs are running across into their territory when they officially have no business being there. I've got a hunter friend in the area, I'll have him meet you at the hospital Jody." Garth said, and Missouri chuckled.
"Is it the one who I think it is, the one who drove Rufus to drink?" she asked excitedly, and Jody could hear the delight in Garth's voice as he replied.
"Yep."
"Oh Jody you'll like him. Where are you?" Missouri asked as Jody blazed over the state border.
"I just entered Montana. I'll let you know when I get to the boys and get them to safety. And Garth, next time you know something about people we care about, tell us you dummy!" she snapped and she could practically hear Garth pout.
"I will I'm sorry." He replied before hanging up.
"I'm gonna whack that boy with a spoon. Right I've got a client who wants to know if his son is gay. That's the least of his problems, his wife's banging her son's crush. Boy that's messed up. Poor sap. Call back as soon as you know anything Jody." Missouri said before hanging up.
"Will you get them out of the state?" Marion asked curiously and she bit her lip thoughtfully.
"It all depends on how bad the boys are in. I swear if the boys are pranking me I'll kick their ass." She growled menacingly, and Marion chuckled.
"I think you're safe Jody, Dean might do that but Sam wouldn't let him. You reckon Garth was right about the boys having issues?" he asked worriedly and once again she scowled at her inability to know anything, and shrugged, despite the fact Marion couldn't see her.
"I don't know, Missouri's right, the boys have more issues than America has missing person's but as they've been gone for a year, well Meg told us all about the mess the Apocalypse did to them, and look at the state they got into last year. Maybe they're having a bad time at it again. Ugh, I hate being in the middle, that's Bobby's job." She complained.
"I know, but as we tried to summon him and got nothing, I'm assuming Bobby went on which means you're probably officially the closest thing they have to a parent right now, so you'll just have to deal with it I'm afraid. Hang on, I'm getting a fax." He said, and she could hear him plodding off.
Jody sighed. After she had lost her son and her husband, after the pain that on some days had made her wonder if she would even survive, she had never expected to get anything close to a kid again. But then, along came Bobby and all his dysfunctions, and through him she met the two boys, proud, protective and warrior like Dean and sweet, stubborn and defender like Sam. And since then, despite her and Bobby never really doing anything with the weird feelings they had for each other (after all, he soon died and then even when he was resurrected, they were trying to stop a second Apocalypse), she had sort of taken the boys in as her own. Over the last year, she had convinced herself that a couple of the wrinkles that were just starting to appear on her face were due to them, worrying about them, especially during the year long absence.
A year long absence she wanted answers for, but they could wait until she made sure they were safe. After all, she wasn't quite convinced Bobby wouldn't haunt her if she let anything happen to his boys, and he had scared her witless when he had appeared in her home the year before while she was in the shower, just after it appeared Dean had killed Sam.
"Jody, we have a new problem." Marion said grimly as he returned to the phone, wincing as he heard Jody scream abuse about old people not being allowed on the road.
"What new problem? Other than it clearly being pensioner's day in Montana?" she asked irritably, peeved by the locals getting in the way while she was trying to cross the state.
"A general fax just went out, from the FBI. Apparently Director Mueller has left headquarters." He said significantly, but Jody, busy turning the car around the corner, didn't put two and two together.
"Right, so?" she asked, not getting it.
"Jody, he's heading to Montana." Marion warned and Jody groaned.
Mueller had been looking for Sam and Dean the year before, causing them to try and fake their deaths when they had wiped out the last remains of the convent where they had battled Raphael, Lilith, Gordon and the Leviathans. However it appeared that despite their year long disappearance, Mueller still hadn't given up on them and had now returned with a vengeance, begging the question, what the hell did he want with them?
"Crap!" Jody swore as she blazed past the route to Little Bighorn.
"What will you do?" Marion asked nervously, and frowned.
"I have no idea, but now I need to get to the boys, help them avoid Mueller and then try and keep my job if he finds out I'm there. I'd forgotten how stressful this was." She complained.
"Good luck Jody, and stay away from Mueller. Whatever he wants the boys for, he means business." Marion warned as he hung up, and she cursed fluently under her breath.
The boys were in potentially lethal danger, and now she had to worry about Mueller getting in the way and seizing the boys. She wasn't going to let that happen either.
But it all depended on how quickly she got to the boys. And time was definitely running out.
XX
"Impossible!" Lexii exclaimed in alarm as Niandra reported what she had seen in her vision.
"I'm afraid it's true. The Winchesters killed the soldier we went after them. If it's any consolation General, he had almost killed them, their continuing survival depends on sheer dumb luck rather than anything else. However that doesn't change the fact that they killed one of our men and escaped their much justified death." Niandra said sniffily, and Zain scowled.
"Well if the Ancilla cannot do their jobs properly, perhaps they need a council member on hand to make sure they do their jobs properly." He said, and while Delphus looked outraged at the proposal, Kerubiel looked at him curiously.
"What do you propose?" he asked, and Ember smirked maliciously.
"Isn't it obvious? He wants us to go after the Winchesters ourselves and make sure our troops don't foul up again." She said tartly and Delphus turned to face her in disdain.
"My troops are more than adequate to deal with the Winchesters. In fact, I will go myself." He said angrily, getting to his feet, but Seraphim held up a hand to stop him.
"No General, remain here. Their authorities will be all over the place now, they could expose us. Zain is correct about one thing, a council member is needed to ensure the accomplishment of the mission. Unfortunately, new intelligence has just come to light has it not Ember?" he asked, and the demon leader gestured to Veltas, her long and thin second in command, who leaned forward, his black eyes narrowed grimly.
"We have just received word from our agents in heaven, Naomi succeeded in freeing Castiel from Purgatory. I suspect that very soon now, he will be back with the Winchesters where he belongs." He said in disgust, and Ophanim uncrossed her legs, sitting up a bit straighter.
"She freed Castiel? How much did it cost her?" she asked curiously, and Akpach, the other demon, the one with the greasy curly hair, was the one who answered.
"At least twenty angels in the mission, why?" he asked curiously, and Ophanim exchanged a significant glance with Kerubiel and Seraphim.
"She wouldn't dare risk such a costly mission unless she stood to benefit greatly from it. The Director of Intelligence is anything but stupid. She wants Castiel for a reason, and it cannot bode well for anyone that she was willing to get an entire platoon killed just to free Castiel. But that means..."
"That some of us need to stay here just to make sure nothing else escaped when they extracted the angel. We can also rule out using the Reapers, deploying them will attract her vision and we do not want her interfering with our plans. So, that leaves us with but one option." Macey, the final Reaper, explained, and they had to admit, it was damned good logic.
"She's right, sending any of our agents but the Ancilla will light the area up like a Christmas tree and draw attention from both Crowley and Naomi, attention we could do without while we deal with the last of the mess that has been made. So, one of us will go. Me." Seraphim, said boldly, vanishing in a rustle of wings and Ophanim tutted at his abrupt exit.
"Hate it when he does that."
XX
"Oh my god!" Jody cried as she entered the cabin, seeing the mess the two boys were in.
Ignoring the decapitated corpse she rushed right to them, hurriedly checking their pulse. She had made the drive in just under fifteen hours, though now her siren was all but worn out. Fortunately, she had gotten away with it, and now she had to figure out what the hell she was going to do with the two boys.
After assuring herself they were alive, though just barely, their pulses barely registered, she began checking the boys to see what injuries they had. As she turned to Dean to do him first, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as she saw both boys again, she had missed them, missed them a lot.
And now they were back and she was damned if she was going to let them die on her watch.
Neither boy was in a good state and she couldn't decide which of them looked worse. Both of them were barely alive, that much was clear. Dean had several sore looking burns and bruises across his face and arms, little shards of glass peppered his body, he had several deep impressions in his body, his face was a bloody mess, there were purple bruises on his neck, there was blood coming from his head, it felt like he had at least two broken ribs, a broken hand, his back was black and blue, and he had a bloody stab wound in his shoulder.
Sam wasn't in much of a better state either. He too was bloodied and bruised, several areas covered in very dark bruises. His arm had been dislocated, his hair was a tangled mess, his wrist was broken, his face was peppered with shards of glass and tiny cuts, there were several shards of wood sprouting from his back, he had several cracked ribs and his neck was also marked by severe bruises.
"What the hell happened to you two?" she asked frantically, knowing that unless she did something soon, the boys would most likely die.
She quickly gathered their things and stowed them at the door before turning to face the two young hunters. Grimacing, she began to slowly and gently drag Dean towards the door, hoisting him up when she could and with great effort, she managed to get him into the Impala's passenger seat. Figuring Dean wouldn't want to leave the car here, she would take them to the hospital in it and drive it until they knew more. She then with greater effort managed to drag Sam into the back of the car and laid his barely breathing form on the back seat. Climbing into the driver's seat, she looked at both boys worriedly.
"You pair just got back, you better not die on me. You wouldn't want to deprive us of a chance to yell would you?" she asked to their unconscious forms, and trundled the car out of the cabin pathway, bound for the hospital.
XX
"I'm sorry sir, you missed them, they somehow escaped the hospital." The staff nurse said worriedly and Mueller nodded.
"I suspected they might. Thank you." Mueller said, heading over to the others.
"Sir, we have no way of tracking them since they left the hospital. We don't even know if they're still in the same state." Grayson said worriedly, but then Tomas looked up at Mueller as he checked up on recent incident reports.
"Apparently a badly burned body was found here in the town, in a magic shop. And a camera caught the Winchester's Impala sitting outside the shop the day before, with both Winchesters unconscious in it." He reported and Mueller smiled grimly.
There was a trail here to follow, it hadn't been lost yet. They could still catch up to the Winchesters, provided they hurried. Tyers looked at her boss speculatively.
"Sir, it said in the incident report that the Winchesters frequent a cabin in Whitefish, maybe if we go there we might be able to find them?" she mused and Mueller nodded.
"Yes, that's a good point. Get the pilot ready, we're going to Whitefish." He said, just as Tyers phone rang, and a large smile split her face as she hung up.
"We don't need to spend ages looking for them sir. The Winchesters have just been checked into the hospital in Whitefish with serious injuries. We have them sir." She said excitedly, and Mueller smiled in approval.
"Excellent. Contact the local police and have them put the Winchesters under custody. They won't escape us this time." He vowed, and swept from the Anaconda hospital, the other agents hot on his heels as they headed after their prey.
XX
The boys had both been admitted and now they were being tended to. While the doctors had assured Jody that they would do everything they could, they also pointed out that the boys were in a critical state. /There was also mention of the police coming to talk to her too, as she had found the boys but she knew better, they would be coming here to make sure the boys didn't escape. This wasn't good. She'd had no choice but to bring them to the hospital but now that she had, and the boys were at least being treated, they were still in just as much trouble as they were before they had found him.
Dean and Sam were in equally bad shape, and the doctors were slightly sceptical of their chances. While they assured Jody that there was every chance both boys would be fine, they pointed out that they had both seen better days, and also that their bodies seemed to be recovering from wounds sustained a few days before this most recent attack, which wouldn't help their recovery process. Jody snarled in annoyance, if only Aimo was here, the little kid could easily heal the two of them, but he too was dead just like so many of the others who they had fought Raphael with. However, after being there after a half hour, they came to tell Jody that it did seem as if both boys would make it, which allowed her to relax ever so slightly, and allowed her to turn her attention to the next crisis.
After letting Marion, Missouri and Garth know the boys ought to be fine, Jody decided to find this hunter she was supposed to be meeting, because when the police and Mueller arrived she was going to need all the help she could get. She just left her post outside the boy's rooms when she saw the police arrive on the elevator, forcing her to take a turn and head down the stairs instead.
How the hell was she going to get them out of this? The car park was already being cleared to make room for Mueller's helicopter (sure, people need to use the hospital, sick people but no the director of the FBI takes precedence) and with both boys out of it and in a critical condition, she had no way of getting the boys out of the hospital without some sort of miracle. She remembered their panicked fleeing from the hospital in Seattle the year before after the Leviathan Valente had caused them to crash. That was an experience she had no desire to repeat.
Leaving the stairwell, she looked around the hospital lobby, which was where Garth said the other hunter would be meeting her. Casting her eyes, she found no one who could possibly be a hunter, at least to her eye, her standards having been met by Dean, Sam, Bobby and Garth, along with a couple of the others they'd fought with.
"Pardon me dear lady, but perhaps you could tell me if you're the one I'm looking for?" a deep, slow, calming voice said and Jody turned and found her eyes widening as she beheld the man.
He was quite tall, much the same height as Sam but thinner, skinner looking. A very dark man, he had bright, intelligent eyes and a kind smile on his face, he gave her a dashing smile. He was dressed in a grey three piece morning suit, which included tails, with a golden waistcoat, complete with pocket watch, a red handkerchief in his pocket, a purple cravat with a silver pentagram tie pin in the middle of it. He had shining black boots, tied with yellow races. His hands were perfectly manicured, and in his right hand he had a walking cane, a stylish black stick with a golden globe on the top for him to grip. And on his head was a top hat, black in colour.
"Um, I'm actually looking for a friend of a friend, he was told to meet me here." She said, taken aback his archaic but very well dressed appearance.
"Ah, you're Garth's friend, Judy wasn't it?" he asked, and she shook her head.
"Jody actually." She said, and he grinned, giving her a flamboyant bow.
"Well a pleasure to meet you mademoiselle, I am a hunter by nature myself. My name is Felix Milton, and it is indeed an honour to meet your acquaintance." He said cheerfully, doffing his hat before offering his hand and he accepted her handshake with great enthusiasm.
"You're the hunter Garth asked me to meet? Oh, I'm Jody Mills by the way." She said sheepishly and he smiled.
"Splendid. Yes indeed, Garth asked me to lend you a hand, said you might be in a spot of bother. I was up north in Eureka, dealing with a rather grumpy Black Dog when I got the call, so I made haste here. Now, tell me pet, what's the problem?" he asked, and Jody smiled, she was beginning to like this older guy.
A true elderly gentleman, he had at least ten years on her but he seemed to be younger than even Sam and Dean, he had such vigour.
"Well the Winchesters, have you met them?" she asked and he looked at her regretfully.
"Alas I have not, though I've heard many a whisper about their prowess. Fine young lads from what I've heard about them. So, what seems to be the problem?" he asked, and she looked around before leaning in close. To her surprise he held up a finger.
"I beg of you, a moment." He said and he fasted a cable into the small hearing aid that was in his ear as he leaned back into her.
"Carry on dear lady. Forgive me, the hearing isn't what it once was, the curse of age. I can hear most things it's just low noises that miss my attention. So, proceed." He said, turning his aided ear towards her.
"They were attacked by someone or something that completely flattened them. I mean I've seen Sam and Dean go up against the Queen of Hell and they came off better in those fights, even the one where Sam died, than they did here, he damn near killed them. They're upstairs now in critical condition. The problem is the Director of the FBI is coming here, he wants them for some reason or other, and now the boys are barely alive and trapped, and I have to get them out of here before Mueller gets his hands on them or before another guy like the one who attacked them comes back for round two. And I need to do it all without getting caught and losing my job for perverting justice, you see I'm the sheriff of Sioux Falls." She explained, and he nodded musingly, his chin in his hand.
"Quite the pickle. This fellow who attacked them, who was he?" he asked curiously and Jody shrugged.
"I've no idea, I'm still quite new to all this stuff, but I reckon if they'd known what he was Dean would have told me when he called. He's dead though, the problem is the boys and getting them out of here when they need medical care when one of the most powerful men in the country is coming to take them." She explained, and he frowned thoughtfully.
"Most vexing. Alright, where is this cabin? I shall undertake the mission to remove the evidence, I have years of practice. I think you ought to stay here and keep an eye on the boys, while I deal with the body and try to find out what we are dealing with. You agree?" he asked and Jody nodded.
"Seems fine to me, hiding bodies kind of rankles for a cop." She said, following his long, prancing gait from the hospital and out into the car park.
He then came to a stop outside a beautiful Rolls-Royce Phantom, coloured a lovely dark red colour.
"That's beautiful." She said in shock and he doffed his hat to her once again.
"You are most kind dear lady. Now I must bid you adieu while I remove traces of the fight. Fear not, I shall return post-haste. The directions though my dear? They would be most advantageous in this endeavour." He reasoned and she smiled, giving him what he needed to know.
"Splendid. I shall be back in a jiffy, never fear. Farewell for now." He said, doffing his hat once more and drove off in his classic car.
Chuckling to herself, she sent Garth a simple text
'Your friend is amazing'.
XX
Jody had persuaded the doctors that she was the boy's aunt (something she could probably successfully argue should she put her mind to it) and now kept drifting between the rooms of the boys. Felix hadn't been gone ten minutes when a whirring sound had alerted her to the presence of Mueller. She had watched from the window as Mueller and three other agents had left the chopper, all but skipping with delight into hospital, where they were met by the director and whisked away to his office. By now there were four policemen standing right outside the doors of the boy's rooms, two apiece, and Jody was growing increasingly terrified. The director wouldn't hold Mueller long, no matter what he did and then he would come down here and as soon as he did, it was all over. They were in serious trouble here.
A nurse had told her that both boys would make a recovery, they just had to wait for their various wounds to heal, but as Jody looked at Sam, the room she was currently in, she couldn't help but feel they may just be trying to give her false hope. He was black and blue, covered in cuts and his ribs, arm and wrist were all plastered up. Next door, Dean wasn't faring much better. How on earth was she meant to get two virtual cripples out of the hospital without Mueller knowing? She had moved the Impala into the multi-storey car park outside to try and hide it from Mueller, but she knew that that was only a delaying tactic, they were trapped and at the mercy of the director of the FBI and his mysterious plans for the boys.
She chanced a last look at Sam as she prepared to go next door to keep an eye on Dean when Sam suddenly stirred, his eyes fluttering open. /Jody had crossed the room in an instant and clamped her hand over his mouth in alarm. Sam's eyes widened in shock but as she came into focus he visibly relaxed, and she could feel his face forming a smile beneath her hand. Smiling back, she gestured for quiet then bent down, freeing Sam's mouth.
"Jody!" he exclaimed in delight and she gave him a fleeting hug, desisting when he winced in pain.
"sorry honey. Oh it's good to see you. I've got to say you've looked better, but it's still good to see you." She said fondly and he gave her a smile, then his expression turned to one of alarm.
"Where's Dean? We were attacked, the guy..." he began to ramble, his voice getting steadily louder and she knew as soon as Mueller knew he was awake he would be down here in a shot, so she clamped her hand over his mouth again to shut him up.
"Dean is going to be fine, just like you. But if I'd taken any longer, you'd have been dead you weren't doing well at all when I got to you. He's right next door, but we have bigger problems so you have to keep whispering like we are now ok?" she asked, and he nodded, then sent an untrusting glance at the door.
"Mueller?" he asked and she nodded grimly.
"Yeah. He's here, and has you in custody, there's two police outside this door and two more outsider Dean's. Mueller hasn't long arrived either which means he's got to be on his way here." She said worriedly, and Sam frowned.
"How can we get out? I don't feel like I can even stand up, much less make a run for it, and Dean's probably worse." He said, and she bit her lip.
"Stay quiet, I need to check Dean isn't awake." She whispered and acting as if she were on her route, she strolled from Sam's room, ignoring the curious looks of the police outside, before she went into Dean's room, and upon being sure he was still out, she went back to Sam's.
"Problem miss?" the officer on the left of Sam's door asked and she smiled winningly.
"No, just I prefer this brother, I love the other one too, but this one's the nicer one, so I kind of want to be with him when he wakes up." She explained, and he seemed to accept the argument as legitimate and she once more crossed to Sam, who was smiling smugly.
"Thanks." He said cheerfully and she smiled too.
"You're welcome. We're working on a plan to get you out of here." She said, just as a shadow filled the window in the door. Sam stiffened but she laid a hand on his shoulder gently, as Felix entered.
"I am returned. Ah, you must be Sam. Allow me to introduce myself, Felix Milton, at your service." He said, offering Sam a bow and a doff of his hat.
Sam looked at the man in surprise but couldn't help the grin that came to his face.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Sam Winchester." He said, moving as if to shake hands but thinking better of it when his ribs pained him.
"A mighty pleasure to meet you indeed." Felix said, shaking Sam's hand cheerfully, and he then turned to Jody.
"I believe we would do well to engineer our escape from this facility with all haste. Mueller cannot be occupied much longer." He said, and she nodded.
"I agree, but how do we get them out, Dean isn't even awake yet and I doubt Sam can walk far, if at all." She said worriedly, and he gave her a cheerful wink.
"Fear not sweet maiden, for I have concocted a plan." He assured her and pulled a long thin wooden box from his inside jacket pocket.
Jody then stood up to give him her seat. He thanked her and smiled at Sam as he laid his walking stick, end pointing towards Sam, on the bed. He then placed the small box beside it, smiling as Sam looked at him curiously.
"Now, where'd I put it?" he asked himself, patting at the pockets of his waistcoat before exclaiming in triumph and he pulled a monocle from the pocket.
"You wear a monocle? Dean will love that." Sam said with a grin and he chuckled.
"Perhaps best not to shatter his illusion then. I did not go out and purchase a monocle. It was once a pair of spectacles. I sat on the other lens and broke it, so I make do with the one. I see better out of his this eye anyway. Now, could you hold the stick so the end points to me? Yes, that's the way, there's a good chap." He said, donning his monocle as Sam held the stick across his body while Jody kept watch.
Felix then slid the top off the small box, revealing several dangerous looking spikes. He hummed thoughtfully to himself as he studied them, Sam watching in rapt attention.
"Hmm, so I've got the old muscle relaxant one in at the moment. That simply will not do. So," he said, and pulled a pure white glove from his pocket and put it onto his right hand. He then unscrewed the end of the stick, setting the rubber bottom on Sam's table and revealing the sharp point that was apparently more dangerous than it appeared. He unscrewed it quickly and efficiently, putting the spike into the empty slot in his box. He then picked up another spike, this one marked as sleep inducer. He clicked the spike into place and replaced the bottom before taking off his glove and putting it back in the pocket it came from.
"Thank you my dear fellow. Now, we are ready to engineer our escape from the oncoming debacle. Their car, is it in the car park?" he asked, and Jody nodded, keeping a nervous eye on the door.
"Yeah, but how are we going to get to it? We can't use the lift, and Dean's still out of it." She said worriedly, but he waved away her concerns.
"Fear not, for old Felix has a plan. Now, if you could be so good as to get Sam ready to vacate, I shall get this show on the road." Felix said, heading for the door, and Sam grinned up at Jody, he already loved this guy, he was just...well, awesome really.
He opened the door, and clicked down a grooved switch on the gold plating at the top of his cane, below the ball he used to grip it, and Jody and Sam watched in fascination as the spike just protruded from the end.
"I say young man, perhaps you can direct a lost old man to the nearest lavatory?" he asked the officer on the right, bringing his stick up beside him, and then putting it down right on the other one's foot.
The man on the right yelped at the sudden sharp pain and Felix looked mortified.
"Oh I am so sorry, clumsy old fool, didn't watch where I was aiming my stick/ Are you alright lad? Here, I'll put it in the other hand." Felix assured the man who was cursing and rubbing his foot, and as he changed hands, he 'accidentally' stabbed the spike onto the other cop's foot as well, making him yelp in pain and hop on the spot too.
"Oh I've done it again, woe, woe, woe is me! I'm so sorry son, perhaps you better have a sit down." Felix said, fussing over the two of them as they leaned against the wall and with a final smile from Felix, both men slumped down, snoring.
"Impressive." Sam whispered, craning round to see what would happen next.
"Hey!" the cop outside Dean's door yelled and the two of them came towards Felix, who sighed.
"Alas, this is farewell. We cannot afford to linger, and you present a rather unnecessary delay. So, en garde!" he cried, and brought his cane up like a sword, swishing it at the neck of each cop.
The cops, shocked by his sudden bizarre action, held up their hands to stop the stick, the spike slicing them across the palm. Felix then backed up a little, and the men were withdrawing their guns when they suddenly collapsed, also fast asleep.
"House!" Felix cried in delight as he headed down the corridor, and a minute later he returned, smiling.
"All is prepared. Now, I believe we ought to make our hasty departure. I shall collect Dean, Jody, you deal with Sam. Allez!" he cried encouragingly and disappeared allowing Jody to hoist a pained Sam out of bed.
"Where did you find him?" Sam asked in awe as he saw the sleeping cops and the receptionist at the end of the corridor.
"He's a friend of Garth's." Jody replied in amusement as Felix appeared, all but dragging Dean.
"What does your brother eat?" he demanded and Sam grinned slightly.
"Burgers mainly." He replied, making Felix roll his eyes.
"The youth of today. We have a clear path to the stairs. To the cars!" he encouraged, pointing his cane and then, dragging Dean, he led the way, Jody supporting a hobbling Sam.
They made good progress but just as they reached the stairwell, they could hear the lift start to descend.
"Crap." Sam cursed, turning to see what was going on, but as he did so there was a rustle that also made Felix and Jody stop and turn to face the newcomer.
He was tall and stout, much like Felix, his eyes were a bright and intelligent grey. His face was hard and determined, and the suit he wore appeared to be glowing somehow. He had long blond hair that he had tied into a ponytail behind his neck. And as he saw the small group, his face changed to an expression of triumph.
"He's an angel." Sam said in disbelief as the angel started coming towards him.
"Support your brother, yes, that's the ticket," Felix said as Sam held onto Dean while Felix whipped his hat off his head, revealing his small shock of wispy white hair, "now, which one was it? Ah yes!" he said excitedly, looking into his top hat.
And Sam and Jody's mouths dropped as he slid a compartment open in his head and to their great surprise, there were three small gun handles in the very top reaches of his hat. He picked up the white one, revealing a tiny .22 magnum gun which he cocked and brought up into position. He then aimed at the approaching angel, who scoffed in dismissal, and Felix fired.
The small bullet shot through the air and as it punched into the angel's shoulder, his shoulder was suddenly covered in a raging inferno, making the angel scream in pain and fright as he burned. Trying desperately to flap out the flames, he yelled in pain before vanishing, making Felix smile in satisfaction.
"Nice and easy does the trick." He said, putting the unloaded gun back into its compartment, sliding it shut and donning his hat again.
"You keep your guns in your hat?" Sam asked in shock as Felix took Dean back from him and Felix nodded.
"Indeed I do. I used to keep them in my back pocket, but a rather unfortunate incident when I sat down once persuaded me not to do so again, so now they aim out the top of my hat. Now quickly, the lift is almost here!" he urged, leaving Sam and Jody to exchange shocked looks as they headed down the stairs, just as the lift arrived at their floor.
They made the bottom of the stairs without incident, and quickly crossed the lobby, ignoring the looks they were getting, until a security guard stopped their progress, looking at them suspiciously.
"Where are you taking them?" he demanded boorishly of Jody, and Felix, still supporting Dean, answered for her.
"For a cigarette, while I feel the need for a puff on my pipe." He said soothingly, and the guard looked at them suspiciously.
"He looks like he can barely stand, and he's asleep." He pointed out, and Sam nodded, his face deadpan.
"He has sleeping sickness." He replied calmly, and seeming to accept this, the guard moved aside, allowing them their escape outside, where the cars, ambulances and helicopter all were, the helicopter abreast of the building, the pilot looking around suspiciously.
"Excellent, we are escaped. The Impala?" Felix asked, and Jody nodded with her head to the multi-storey after seeing Felix's car in the quick stop bay.
"The pilot will be a problem. And I reckon they know we're escaping by now." Sam said worriedly, and Felix nodded.
"You are quite correct. Make for the Impala, make it within eight minutes and as soon as you get in, drive out. We only have ten minutes after I do this." He said, pulling the ball from the top of his cane.
He then found a small dial and clicked it ten times, before using a passing ambulance as cover when he threw the ball across the road, landing in the car park opposite, where the helicopter had landed. He then nodded to Jody and Sam, and Jody started hauling Sam away while another car went past, while Felix made his way towards his car, opening the door to his classic car.
"In we go, that's the way. No, get your head off my dashboard. Feet in? Marvellous." Felix said, putting Dean in the passenger seat and strapping him in.
He then made his way to his own seat, climbing in and putting his cane in the back. Strapping himself in, he turned the keys, making opera music flood the car as Dean, still unconscious, stayed completely still.
Felix then pulled out his pocket watch, counting down while watching his mirror. And then, with three minutes to go, lights came on inside the car park and he smiled, their plan was about to succeed. The car then drove out slowly, and he was just starting to get his car ready to leave his space when his eyes caught sight of Mueller, along with his three agents, leaving the hospital and looking around angrily, their faces contorted in rage. Felix gulped nervously, but then the minute hand of his pocket watch moved one last time, and the ball he had thrown earlier exploded, covering the entire car park with fog and blinding the pilot and the agents to what was going on. Horns blared and shouting started behind them, and Jody, at the wheel of the Impala, thundered down the road, Felix taking his car out right behind it and following her lead. Using the fog bank his grenade had created as cover, the two cars blazed out of the hospital, bound for safety, and chuckling, Felix clicked a switch on his dashboard, making his plates switch round to another plate and offered a salute to the fog covered car park as they made good their escape.
XX
Mueller, spluttering, was forced inside by a furious Tyers while the other two agents helped security try and regain order as the smoke bomb started to dissipate. However, he didn't need the fog to disappear to know what had happened, he didn't need that at all.
The fog meant that the Winchesters, despite all odds, had escaped, and once again, he was standing tasting their dust, having been made a fool of by these two hunters who thought they were a law unto themselves.
"Agent Tyers!" he barked and she was at his side in an instant.
"Yes sir?" she asked nervously, clearly afraid she would be blamed for this debacle.
Mueller grit his teeth in frustration. The Winchesters clearly believed they could forever elude him. He would have to dissuade them of that notion.
"Agent Tyers, as you can imagine, the Winchesters have one again escaped." He bit out.
"Yes sir, I can only apologise." She said weakly, but he shook his head.
"I don't blame you agent. No, I wish you to continue tracking them. Hunt them down, capture them, then hold them until I arrive. This is your highest priority, all three of you, do you understand me?" he asked sharply, and she nodded.
"Of course sir, we won't let you down." She promised and he smiled.
"I know you won't agent. Use whatever resources you need, whatever expenses. If you have to recruit local officials, do so. But do not let them know that it's the Winchesters we're looking for, do whatever you have to do, but capture them and hold them until I arrive. Do not let anyone else know what you're doing either, do not let them know that we're hunting the two of them. Understood? No one can know, I don't want anyone guessing my intentions." He said, and she nodded.
"Yes sir, but what?" she began but he cut her off.
"Find them, and you will find out agent. I will approve your mission and your expenditure as soon as I'm back at headquarters. Until then agent, good hunting." He said, leaving the hospital in a fury and leaving his flummoxed agent standing behind him, scratching her head in confusion.
Mueller couldn't believe they had escaped again. But, he would make sure Tyers and her team never stopped until they had the Winchesters in their grasp. They would leave nothing unturned as they pursued their quarry. He had to have the Winchesters, everything could depend on it. And he wasn't going to let America fall just because two mewling brats refused to do their duty and cooperate.
He would get the Winchesters, and they would do as he instructed them. Otherwise, the consequences would be severe.
He smiled grimly as he climbed into the chopper. Yes they had escaped again. But they were running out of chances and very soon, their chances would end completely.
He would be looking forward to that day with great anticipation.
XX
After their daring escape from the hospital, they returned to the cabin. Figuring that the FBI would figure they had left the state, they figured it was actually safer here than it was trying to leave the state. Besides, Dean and Sam were in no fit state to travel very far, so it made all the more sense to be here.
Jody had, with a little help from Felix, cleaned up the vast majority of the blood their mysterious attacker (now buried at the top of a local copse after being salted and burned) had left on the floor. With that done, she and Felix had hit the books, trying to find out what the hell had attacked the boys. Meanwhile Sam and Dean had both been laid on the sofa, both of them asleep, with Sam sticking virtually to Dean's side as the other two studied.
"Aww. They're cute like that." Jody said, and Felix chuckled as she did so.
"I find it most infuriating that I've yet to find anything on that man who attacked them." He said irritably, and she looked at him sceptically.
"Wait, man? You think that guy was a human?" she asked in disbelief and he nodded grimly.
"I fear it may be so. There was no sign of anything else at play, no possession, no other species. Odd thought it seems dear lady, I fear he was a human." He said darkly, and Jody looked worriedly over at Sam and Dean.
"A human's never thrashed them like that before though, demons, angels, Leviathans, sure, each other too from what we've heard, but like that, a human? How did he survive Dean shooting him if he was a human?" she demanded, and Felix looked at the boys worriedly.
"I cannot say. All I know is, the boys had best be most careful. I suspect that man had a master, and when they learn their agent failed, they will not stop until they are avenged." He said nervously.
Jody groaned in dismay. This was all any of them needed.
"And there was that weird angel at the hospital too. How did you know how to deal with him? I thought they generally only made the boy's lives a misery." She asked and he chuckled.
"I have also been unfortunate enough to encounter some angels in the last few years. I had one of my three small guns designed specifically for angels just in case, my bullets have holy oil in them. Ah, good, our patients are waking up." He said, picking up his cane, now with a new bomb on top, and heading to the sofa with Jody.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled in alarm, waking up with a start and his brother, who had opened an eye blearily when he felt his brother start to stir, rolled his eyes in irritation.
"I'm right here dummy." He chided and Dean visibly relaxed.
"Good thing he didn't do that when we were making a break for it at the hospital." Jody commented idly, and Felix chuckled.
"Indeed, quite fortuitous." He said cheerfully as Dean looked around at him.
"Whoa." Dean said, impressed, and Felix smiled before bowing and doffing his hat once again.
"And good day to you fine young sir. I am Felix Milton, and I am quite pleased to make your acquaintance." He said, offering his hand and Dean shook it, still looking perplexed while Sam and Jody grinned at each other.
"Felix here is a friend of Garth's. He helped save us at the hospital, got us out and away from Mueller. And," he said, anticipating the grin on his brother's face, "he wears a monocle." He said, and as predicted Dean burst into a wide smile.
"Really? Awesome!" he said excitedly, and Jody looked at Sam for an explanation but he only shrugged. How was he meant to know what went on in his brother's head?
"I am afraid to say that while we have tried to discover what attacked you, we have had no luck. However, we have ascertained that he was indeed human." Felix explained and the boys looked at him incredulously.
"He was a human? Are you sure?" Dean demanded and Felix nodded gravely.
"Alas I fear so. Granted he was an amped up human but he was human nonetheless." He said grimly, and Sam looked at Dean worriedly.
"A human? Dean we've had our asses kicked a fair few times, but never like this, not by a human. Who the hell was he?" he asked, a slight tone of fear in his voice and Dean frowned, biting his lip.
"I've never seen a human like that, not even when they're possessed are they like that. Was there any sign of possession?" he asked, and Felix shook his head.
"Alas no, I did all the checks, I even checked to see if he was an angel but there was no luck to be had there either. I'm afraid my dear boy that whoever this enemy was who attacked you, he was an incredibly powerful human who most conventional attacks had little effect on. I checked when I buried him, the bullets definitely did damage, they just failed to kill him. As to how, I am afraid I cannot postulate." Felix said worriedly, sitting down on the chair opposite the boys.
"Did he have anything on his body, other than the eyes? Tattoos, scars, anything like that?" Sam asked hopefully, and Felix shook his head, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
"I'm afraid not. Other than the eyes, which match no culture or sect I've ever heard of, there was nothing distinguishing about him at all, well, other than his head being taken off." He commented idly, and Sam looked at Dean worriedly.
"A human, amped up on god knows what, strolls in and flattens us? Fair enough we were slightly off our game, but still he shouldn't have been able to thrash us like he did. He didn't even say anything, he just attacked." He said nervously, and Dean nodded.
"Yeah. So why am I suddenly getting the feeling that he's just a sign of a bigger pain in the ass to come?" he asked wearily and Sam sighed weakly.
"I don't know. You ok?" he asked in concern, and Dean nodded.
"I will be, you?" he asked, and they then turned to grin at Jody.
"Thanks for the save Jody. By the way, it's good to see you." Dean said brightly, and she scowled at him and held up her finger as if she was telling off a young child.
"Damn right it is. Where the hell have you two been? We don't hear from you for a freaking year and then I get a phone call and come here to find the two of you on death's door! Did you forget about the ones who cared about you? I ought to kill you both!" she scolded making both brothers hang their heads slightly.
Felix leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"Perhaps not entirely wise or we would be doing our new foes job for them, which would not be advantageous to discovering who they may be. And I expect they have a very good reason. And if not, I will happily lend you my cane to spifflicate them with." He said jovially, and she smirked then started tapping her foot expectantly in front of the boys.
The story told (Jody had yelled at both of them equally, while Felix tried to maintain a straight face) Jody had decided to stay around a couple of days in order to protect and help out the boys, since they were out of action at least for a while. Both boys were still in a lot of pain, and the last few days (they had told their guests about Jacob and the alchemist as well) had taken it out of them. All through it all though, both Felix and Jody had noticed that despite whatever issues the boys had had with each other the last few days, they had clearly been forgotten as they healed. Felix was fascinated to hear tales of what the boys had done, all of their exploits and had eagerly written them down in his stylish leather bound journal with an old fashioned fountain pen. The two boys actually enjoyed the presence of the old and flamboyant hunter, who in turn told them many of his exploits and a few tricks that they didn't know, such as inscribing an exorcism on a bullets casing and then using it on a demon and it took out two birds with one stone. He also let Dean drive his car (not far and not fast but Dean, being a car aficionado was still delighted). After three days, with no sign of the police or their mysterious attacker, he told them he had to leave.
"Alas, we have come to a parting of the ways. I am afraid that I have neglected duties which require my attention, a naughty wood nymph that I shall endeavour to put back in her tree. So, fair maiden," he said, bowing and kissing her hand, surprising her, "I must away. It has been a pleasure to meet you and I hope to see you again very soon. You truly are a credit to both our professions." He said kindly, shaking her hand one last time as she blushed slightly
"And as for you two fine gentlemen, alas we must part also. It has been a delight to meet you and I look forward to working with you again in the future, when you both have full command of your various faculties. So gentlemen," he said, shaking both their hands, and they grinned.
"Thanks for all your help Felix, we couldn't have done it without you." Sam said, and the man smiled and bowed his head graciously.
"You're too kind my dear boy. And so, onwards and upwards. To the car!" he cried, and with a vigour that surprised them all, he clambered into his car in seconds.
"Yeah, thanks for the help Felix. I'm pretty sure we'll see you again." Dean said, and Felix smiled.
"I truly do hope so son. You are both quite fine young lads, and I look forward to seeing you in action. So, until then, I bid you a fond farewell. Take care of yourselves, and until next time farewell. Cheerio!" he said, and with a silent purr his classic car slid away from the clearing outside the cabin and disappeared down the road.
"What a great guy." Dean said in delight and Sam grinned.
"Yeah, figures he'd be a friend of Garth's, Marge did say he always attracts the oddballs. But yeah he is kind of great." He admitted, and Jody smiled as she noticed that he was once again sitting closer than usual to Dean, which both of them had been doing since their attack by their unknown opponent.
"Are you two ok?" she asked and Dean nodded.
"Yeah, come on Jody, you've seen us die! Coming close to death again isn't going to bother us." He soothed, and she raised an eyebrow.
"That wasn't what I meant Dean. I'm a cop remember? You pair were attacked in what's effectively your home. It's alright to be a little rattled." She said and Dean shrugged.
"Remember, we were once murdered in our motel room. But seriously Jody, thanks for rescuing us. You really saved us." He said, and Sam nodded.
"And it was good to see you. And we're sorry that we didn't tell you as soon as we were both back in action, we should have done." He admitted shamefully and she smiled slightly.
"Damn right you should have done. Edjits." She scolded fondly before she headed back into the cabin to make dinner, leaving the two brothers sitting on the hood of the Impala.
"Dean, do you really think that guy was the first of a trend?" Sam asked and Dean nodded.
"Yeah I do Sammy. That guy meant serious business, and with all the moving around we did with the alchemist and Jacob, he has to have been following us. And there is no sign of them in any of the books. So, it makes me think we're going to be getting a lot more visits from them." He said worriedly, and Sam sighed wearily.
"Great. Come on, otherwise she might burn the chilli again." He said with a small smile, and Dean grinned, hobbling after his brother who was on an urgent mission to rescue their dinner. He was being a little hard on Jody though (she'd fallen asleep while it was cooking the night before hence it was slightly charred in some places) but that could happen to anyone.
But as Dean looked around the clearing, he had to admit, she was right about one thing. Other than a couple of unwanted visitors they couldn't really get rid of anyway, such as Meg, Crowley and if he was in a bad mood Cas, the cabin had been relatively safe for the two of them. But that monster of a guy had ended that and had flattened them in their own home. The illusion of safety had gone.
He sighed. Looked like they would need to try and find a new home. Once Sam had suggested they get a place of their own (how he didn't know) but obviously it was out unless Sam sold the house in Kermit out from under Amelia. While Dean would be tempted to do it, Sam wouldn't he was too nice.
But the fact remained that along with being stalked by Jacob and the alchemist, this muscular mountain who had kicked the crap out of them had been following them for a while and had been lying in wait in order to attack. So why would a guy like that attack unless he was ordered to, because as far as they could see, there was nothing to indicate he was on his own. And Dean just had a feeling that their attacker was just the beginning of a much larger problem. And knowing their luck, he was probably right.
Grunting one last time, he looked around the clearing, taking in the Impala and the cabin. Yeah, that guy had kind of ruined it. And what was more, he couldn't help but feel there were more where he had come from. Great.
XX
Some time later...
"Did you miss me boy?" Sam asked and Riot, the Australian Shepherd who he had hit the night he had been trying to drive himself into oblivion, barked happily as he recognised his owner.
Dean was hanging awkwardly in the background. After their recent adventure with Charlie and LARPing, Sam, catching him totally unprepared with full blown puppy dog look, had asked if they could go to Kermit, the town where he had moved in with Amelia when he had been trapped in Purgatory. Caught by surprise, and also feeling guilty, Dean had acquiesced almost at once, and now the two of them had drawn up beside the house Sam and Amelia had shared together, allowing Sam to talk to Riot, rubbing his belly as the dog licked him affectionately.
Dean had tried to convince himself he had been doing the right thing. When it looked like Benny had fallen off the wagon and had started killing again, Sam, who had always made more than clear that if Benny did fall he would quite cheerfully decapitate him, had been determined to bring him down. And in Sam's defence, it did look like Benny was the one responsible. However, when it emerged that Benny was actually innocent (and Dean had to admit he'd started to doubt his vampire friend too) Sam hadn't backed down, so Dean had used a dud phone in order to send Sam an SOS which was apparently from Amelia. Sam of course had rushed to her, leaving Dean to clean up the mess with Benny.
When Dean had later called Sam, his brother had been furious. He'd made him think the woman he loved was in danger, and by pulling him away from the hunt it also left Dean in danger and also left another hunter, Martin, dead at Benny's hand. They had once again argued about Benny and Sam had basically implied that if Dean thought so highly of Benny he could frankly piss off and hang out with him. Dean, hurt and angry at his brother's lack of understanding, had flounced off and left Sam behind.
He did admit, it had been a jerk move. It had also been one of the lowest things he had ever done to Sam. However, a belligerent Cas, recently returned from Purgatory had brought Sam back to Dean and had told them to work through their issues and work together because he needed their help. While both of them were still mad at each other, Sam at Dean for deceiving him and basically choosing a clearly murderous vampire (he may have been wrong at first but he wasn't now, Benny had killed Martin and as far as Sam was concerned, he was at the top of a slippery slope which would result in him being a mass killer again) over him and Dean at Sam for not trusting him (well he really didn't trust Benny but Dean didn't care about that distinction), and he was also mad that Sam was pissy with him (yes he knew it was an example of his double standards but by this time he was too annoyed to care) and he was also mad that Sam had told him to get lost while he remained in Kermit and had left Dean alone again (yeah he knew he had slightly deserved it but still). But, despite being mad at each other, they had worked together well, and after some time just having fun with Charlie, trying valiantly to defend her from the opposing army, they were back to normal.
And it was then that Sam had asked to go to Kermit to see the damn dog and Dean, still feeling slightly bad because he did know it had been a dick thing to do to him, had agreed. And of course it was then that Sam had explained that they would need to check to make sure Don wasn't in. Dean, who was now wondering if Sam had brought it up out of genuine desire to think it over, or if he had done it to remind Dean of how big a dick he had been (he suspected the former, with Sam clearly enjoying the latter as a incidental benefit), had then asked and had been told the last of the story of Amelia. When he had gone to Kermit that night, he had found Amelia alive and well despite what Dean's text had said, and had also found that she had shacked up with her husband once again, whose return had made her drop Sam like a hot potato.
Bitch.
Sam had then explained his encounter with her when she had given him an ultimatum: drop your old life and stay forever in Kansas with her, or get out of her life altogether.
Double bitch.
As he had driven and Sam had slept, muttering about being chased by a demon budgie for reasons best known to himself, Dean had simmered over. What a bitch. Yeah she had helped keep Sam together until he had returned and he was thankful for that, he really was. He was even thankful to the dog, because if not, there was every chance he might have returned to find Sam long dead. But who the hell did she think she was? Sam had saved her as much as she had saved him, and yes her husband had come back, but it seemed as if she had basically found out her husband was back and had given Sam his marching orders, throwing their nine months together down the drain in one swift swoop because her original offer was back. And then, to basically tell the guy who had just rushed through the night just to check she was safe that he should either stay with her or leave for good, that just wrankled with him. He knew Sam, he knew him better than he knew himself.
And he knew full well that she had broken his heart. Yeah, part of it was Dean's fault, he admitted that. But that skank, who had thrown her life away with Sam as soon as the opportunity presented itself, had basically told him to either do what she wanted or get lost. Yeah her husband was back, and he knew Sam understood that. But he also knew that her callous treatment of him, whatever her damn reasons, was just wrong.
So, Dean had driven to Kermit. One to make it up to Sam, two because he was curious to meet this dog (Sam insisted he looked like him but he thought that was the grief addled mind of his baby brother that convinced him of that) and thirdly because he was hoping to find the bitch who had broken Sam's heart and give her a piece of his mind for hurting his little brother.
Fortunately for Amelia and her husband, unfortunately for Dean, neither had been in when they had arrived and Sam had happily called Riot, who he had admitted to Dean's mirth was originally called Dog and had immediately begun fussing over the pooch.
Dean scowled up at the house. He wondered if Sam was hurt enough to try and sell it from under Amelia. It was no more than she deserved in his opinion, and it did technically belong partly to Sam so he had every right to. But he figured he wouldn't. Sam, no matter how hurt, wouldn't do that to a woman he cared about. It would be the equivalent of selling the Impala from under Dean (not that he would live long after such an action).
Which was a pity, because the cabin simply didn't feel like home anymore. Ever since they had been attacked by that weird muscular dude with the scratched out eyes the cabin had felt violated, unclean, unsafe, and Dean would be more than happy to get out of the place. Part of his reasoning was the fact that he believed that that guy had been the first of many. Yet, to his increasing worry, they hadn't been seen or heard from anywhere since the attack. And the lack of any sign of the mysterious attacker was making him uneasy because all it was doing was convincing him that they had something planned, whoever the hell they were. And ever since the attack, he couldn't help but shake the feeling that they were being watched, and at times when he looked out of windows he was convinced he saw the hem of a cloak or the shine of a boot around them.
He hadn't mentioned it to Sam. He knew that despite trying to hide it, his brother had been just as shaken by the attack as he had been. He was nervous and paranoid, and so was Dean but that didn't mean they weren't right. Dean had came down the path one morning to find a car abandoned right at the entrance to the cabin, the car completely empty, a car which hadn't been there the night before. Sam had found that the undergrowth had been damaged by several large footprints as well.
So as far as he was concerned they were being watched and followed. And it was scaring the crap out of him.
And as if that wasn't enough, there was the looming threat of the FBI. The director, Mueller, knew full well the brothers were back in action and had come within a hairsbreadth of getting his hands on them after their injuries in Anaconda and Whitefish, and only through the actions of Jody and Felix had they escaped. They had later heard that Mueller had returned to the headquarters building in Washington, alone. Which meant that the three agents he had brought with him had been left in Whitefish, which mostly likely meant the FBI were on their tail again.
Riot looked hopefully at Dean and seeing Sam's wheedling look, he relented and patted the dog, who, loving the attention, immediately sidled over to Dean and allowed him to focus his attentions on him, licking at Dean happily.
"Alright, listen very carefully for I shall say this only once. He is kind of cute." Dean admitted reluctantly as Riot gave him a paw happily, which Dean used to scratch his belly and Sam grinned.
"Told you so. See, he looks like you. He's loving and affectionate, but he isn't the brightest bulb in the box, are you boy? After all, you got your head stuck in the washing machine." Sam cooed to the dog, scratching his ears, and Dean glared at him.
"I've never gotten my head stuck in the washing machine." He said tartly, and Sam grinned.
"No but you did get it stuck in the fridge door." He reminded him cheerfully, and Dean pouted.
"Aww come on Sammy, I was six! Besides, the fridge shouldn't have shut on my head, stupid vacuum." He complained as Riot barked happily, running and fetching a ball and placing it at Dean's feet, and Dean grinned despite himself as he threw the ball, sending the dog scarpering across the garden.
As the dog came bounding back, this time wanting Sam to play, Dean turned to his little brother.
"Hey Sammy?" he asked hesitantly as his brother threw the ball for Riot.
"Yeah?"
"I really am sorry about that stunt. I feel even crappier now I know you found out she'd dropped you like yesterday's news." He said sympathetically, and Sam shrugged.
"It was a jerk move, yeah, and I was mad at you, yeah. But it doesn't matter. You might as well face it, you're stuck with me. Amelia has a husband, I was just..."
"A bed buddy." Dean supplied helpfully, throwing the ball for Riot again.
Sam looked sadly up at the house and shrugged.
"Yeah..." he said wistfully, and there was an expression on his face that made Dean want to kill, but faced with his already sad brother and the cute dog, he decided to put it on hold.
God help Amelia if he came across her though.
"He does not look like me." Dean decided after a while, in which they started playing tug of war with Riot, who barked happily every time he won.
Sam grinned cockily.
"Sure he does, look at his face. He has the same affectionate but dim look you've got down pat!" he said brightly and Dean nudged him with his shoulder while Riot sniffed at him curiously.
"I do not look affectionate but dim." He protested with dignity and Sam nodded.
"No, right now you look pissy and dim." He teased and Dean shoved him again, making Riot trot to Sam's side and lick his face while his guard was down.
"And here I was, ready to kill Amelia and her husband for you if you really wanted." Dean commented and Sam gave him a soft smile.
"You really would wouldn't you? Get back at her because of what she did to me?" he asked and Dean smiled in what he clearly thought was an assuring expression.
"Sammy, whatever her reasons and emotions, the skank dropped you like a hot potato as soon as she got a better offer. I get he was her husband, but still, the bitch could have been a lot nicer to you for a kick off. She knew you weren't in the best of states when she found you, and then she basically threw you out on your ear no matter how much it might mess you up. She broke your heart Sammy, I can see that. True, I kind of helped her by showing you she had done it, but that's not the point. She hurt you, and I've spent my entire life trying to stop things hurting you, and when they do, I spend my life hunting them down. And she hurt you, so it's kind of an automatic reaction, hurt Sam, Dean kill. So if you want me to gank her Sammy, just say the word and I'll do it." He assured him and Sam grinned.
"You know, you really are an awesome brother at times." He said, and Dean cleared his throat, making Sam roll his eyes with a grin.
"Alright, most of the time, but don't push your luck that's as much as you're getting. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry I didn't believe you about Benny, and for working with Martin. I'm just afraid he's going to hurt you and I'd rather avoid that before it happens. You know, my threaten Dean, Sam kill reflex." He said, and Dean nodded.
"Yeah I know Sammy." He assured him.
"And if he had hurt you, I'd have sliced the bastard to ribbons." Sam warned and Dean chuckled.
"I don't doubt it Sammy. Now come on, we have to go. Say goodbye to Dog, otherwise known as Riot." Dean ordered and Sam shot him a sad look, one that almost made Dean consider breaking his no dogs rule.
"I know Sammy, but we can't take him with us. We don't even have a house, let alone a garden for him." He pointed out, kind of hating himself, and Sam sighed, before turning to Riot and patting him fondly.
"If she isn't treating you right, you tell me ok?" he told the dog, who barked and licked his face affectionately.
And with that, Sam climbed over the fence, refusing to look back, and Dean suspected he knew why. So, to give his brother a second, he knelt down and patted the dog fondly.
"Do me a favour and bite her for me. And thanks. Because between you and me, I reckon we do kind of look alike. Which means I kind of owe you for my baby brother. So thank you." He said fondly, shaking Riot's paw, and the dog gave another bark and licked Dean, before Dean followed his brother over the fence.
His brother was facing away from him, and Dean smiled ruefully, it was catch twenty two. Either look ahead and risk his brother seeing the emotions (and possible suspected tears) on his face and being made fun of, or look back at the house where he and Amelia had been happy, where he'd had a normal life and a refuge from the fact that his big brother had been ripped from him. And more importantly, look at Riot, the dog he had accidentally hit and whether grief addled or not, had decided was akin to his brother and had given him a reason to keep going. And as Dean started the car he too chanced a look back at the garden to see Riot sitting there sadly, his ears perked up as his owner drove away and left him behind again.
Figuring it would be safe to drive north, Dean just played music knowing full well Sam didn't want to talk. But they were getting close to the border with New Mexico, and he really didn't want to go any further if they had to go the other way.
"Hey, Sammy? Did you find another case for us?" he asked, and Sam (who he found to his annoyance had been dozing while he was considering talking to himself just for someone to talk to) stirred and nodded.
"Yeah, Stockbridge Massachussets, someone has been snatching couples of all shapes and sizes there and I figured it was our kind of gig." He replied, his eyes and voice clear and Dean nodded.
"Sounds about right to me. So, as Captain Picard would say, engage." He said, taking the next road that would take them towards the north east.
"Dean?" Sam asked softly.
"Yeah kiddo?"
"Thanks. But don't kill Amelia, they might blame me, one former FBI wanted murderer in the family is quite enough thank you." He said with a slight smile, and Dean pouted.
"Aww Sammy, you never let me have any fun." He complained and Sam shrugged.
"Hey, I said you couldn't kill her. Doesn't mean you can't run over her foot or something." He added with a wicked grin and Dean grinned as they headed towards Oklahoma.
XX
"You sure this will bring the guys you're looking for?" his flatmate asked, and he nodded.
"Positive, they won't be able to resist. You'll see. And then you'll see why I want them." He said excitedly, and his flatmate grinned, then looked at his flatmate curiously.
"What makes you think this will work?" he asked, and his flatmate grinned and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Just trust me, and pretty soon we'll have everything we ever wanted." He assured him as both he and his flatmate looked at the pictures of the Winchesters with a growing sense of dark longing and excitement.
And we're back again with another story!
The boys barely survived their first encounter with the Ancilla. And, is Dean right in believing that the Ancilla are still following them? And if so, why havent they made their move? What exactly are the Perpurigo up to? All I can say right now is that it's nothing good, well not really from our point of view
And so we have met Felix. I honestly dont know where he came from, he just appeared in my head fully formed, he kind of looks like a nice version of Baron Samedi from the last couple episodes of Grimm this season, it took me ages to find a nice car for him to drive. Hope you like him because he will be making a return
Now, for those of you having a panic attack, dont worry, I have no intention of Amelia appearing, to me the only good she did was the fact that having her there meant we got shirtless Sammy. I dont like her, or the way she gave him an ultimatum and basically dropped him like old trash, i get her husband was back but Sam deserves better than that. To me she seems slutty, I know its harsh but there you are
And if you read Torn Apart, you already know I have no use for Benny, I couldnt stand him either, harsh though it sounds I wanted him to bite Dean in the ass because once again it made it look like Deans always right and Sams always wrong. I didnt like Benny at all and dont really care that hes dead
I did like Riot though, he was a nice doggy and it seems only fair that Sam got to say goodbye to him, and I reckon despite his no dogs rule Dean probably likes dogs too. And he is a nice dog, hence Riots small cameo here.
But now we turn our attention to our newest story and our newest villain. Mueller and the Perpurigo are around in the background, but its these mysterious people at the end who are the newest threat, so just what is their game and what do they want with the boys?
We've begun, written while watching the tennis (little twat insisting they needed the roof, I know what you were doing, you were hoping having it on would throw off Murray but did it, no, serves you right) and so all that remains is the usual!
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