Hi all!
This is just a new Weechester. It's Dean (6) and John mostly, and little Toddler-Sam (2) and Bobby.
You have to ask me how I came up with this, because it's a really gross story.
It's a story about the time when Dean had been mute and John was still a "Greenhorn" to the hunt and presuming John stood some time at the same place before he started his life on the streets...
Well, you know I don't own them... and you don't have to pay for the story... but it would be cool if you enjoy it! ;)
Rainbow's End
He had followed the stupid thing for so long now. Dean stopped, almost stumping his foot.
This is stupid! Why is it running away from me? he asked himself.
It just seemed to move away from him at the same pace he tried to reach it.
I don't want to ask for money or gold…
Dean stopped, his eyes growing huge. He started to run, his mind screaming.
No! I didn't mean it! Stay! No! No! No! You can't go away! You need to wait for me! I do have a wish! Stoooop! Please… he fell to his knees watching as the rainbow vanished, looking up to see the threatening dark clouds.
Why did it vanish! Why? He started to cry now, laying down in the soft grass, curling up into a ball, ignoring the first huge drops starting to fall from the sky, mixing with his quiet tears.
They had learned about the treasure at the end of the rainbow and that men couldn't get there if they were led by greed to gain wealth and power. Only wishes coming from heart would be granted.
And Dean was sure his wish had come from his heart. Did his teacher lie to him? He hiccuped and flinched as the first rumble of thunder rolled over the plain land. A thunderstorm!
Scrambling to his feet he looked at the place where the rainbow had been, tears running down his face.
As another strike of lightning illuminated the dirty sky, followed by a loud crash, he froze. The rain that had turned into a heavy downpour suddenly turned red, the odd water drenching him and clinging stickily to him. Dean started to breathe hard. What was going on here… maybe rainbows aren't good at all, but pretty looking to lure someone out there, trying to find it's end and then a monster would… a shudder went through his frame, as he turned around and started to run…
SPNSPN
John woke up to loud banging on the door. Stumbling to the door in a haze, something started to nag on his mind. As he looked through the peephole he saw someone he didn't expect to see so soon again.
With a mumbled "Screw you!" he opened the door, giving the newcomer a cranky glare. "Watch'a doing here…" he said instead of hello.
Bobby Singer raised his eyebrows. "And hello to you too, Greenhorn! Listen, there's something…" he stopped mid-sentence looking around. "Where're the boys?" he asked, looking over John's shoulder.
"They are at the neighbours… Ann's looking…" he was cut off by Bobby.
"Go, get them! We have to leave. Now!" The urgency in Bobby's voice let him wake up completely. With a quiet nod and without another word John, ran back into the small bedroom, grabbing his shirt and boots, returning to Bobby in less than thirty seconds.
"What's happening? Are we gonna come back?" John asked looking at the things they possessed.
"Just get your weapons-bag. The rest…" Bobby Singer shrugged, moving through the door, as the first lightning illuminated the darkened sky.
...
Bobby followed John Winchester with concern in his eyes as he hurried to the neighbours house, knocking at the door, waiting to be let in. The man was still a rookie. He had been on a hunt with him a couple of times, and to be honest John was a good and skilled hunter. But John also was hotheaded and imprudent. He better learned to keep this attitude in check. He wasn't on his own. He had boys to take care off!
SPNSPN
Dean panted heavy now, his lungs hurting from running so fast. Still it rained red raindrops on him, but now he could also hear a whisper in the air, like someone was talking to him, making fun of him, because he tried to escape.
Something heavy fell on his head and he wiped it off in panic, looking at the toad in utter terror Dean froze. He felt another one falling on him, and again he wiped at it. He didn't know how to breathe anymore, as he watched toads falling from the sky all around him.
His blood rushed through his veins, his heart thumping against his ribcage and still he wiped and kicked at the ugly, slick creatures that fell on him like the red rain had only seconds before.
Suddenly a sound found its way to his ears and through his terror. His eyes snapped up looking at the houses in the far distance. Someone was running towards him. He kicked at another toad and pushed his short legs to run again, zig-zagging around the falling toads.
Bobby still stood beside his car, as the red rain started. With a shrill whistle he tried to get John's attention, but couldn't have been more surprised as John crashed through the door that moment.
Stopping dead, Sammy wriggling in his arms he stared at the red downpour. Bobby saw the man's jaw droping. Watching him, as he ran up to Bobby, pressing Sammy into the older hunters waiting arms, and started to run again, not stopping to tell Bobby what was going on.
Turning around, Bobby's eyes grew big, as he saw what had started to rain down behind them, and in the middle of the oncoming chaos of the supernatural storm a little boy fought his way forward.
"Ohh-my… John for god's sake! Hurry!!" Bobby screamed seeing the man stagger as a gust of wind tried to sweep him off his feet.
He hurried to get to the car now, knowing it would be only seconds before the storm had reached them. He kept Sam on his lap, starting the engines, deciding John and the boy wouldn't make it in time, he put the gear into drive and pushed the accelerator-paddle.
With screeching tires the car spun forwards.
...
John could see Dean now, his clothes, hair and face drenched in red. Another gust of wind tried to sweep him off his feet, but he managed to keep upright. Only a couple of steps… then he was there pulling Dean to him as he fell to his knees taking Dean with him.
It seemed the air was filled with taunting and harsh laughter as the wind around them increased into a storm. He felt Dean's shivers as he held onto him, pressing the small boy to him, to protect him from the wind and the still raining toads.
The air around them grew thinner, and he could feel the boy in his arms go limp. They needed to get out of here, John knew, struggling to his feet, carrying his little son along. He stumbled through the haze of falling and flying toads, thunder roaring in his ears and echoes of laughter filling the gaps. He couldn't breathe properly and felt his strength wane as well. As he thought he would loose against the fatigue, a pair of headlights moved at his direction, stopping with the passenger side's door to him. John pushed himself to run up to the waiting car, leaning heavily at the frame for support as he opened the door and slipped inside, feeling the car move already again.
He gulped in deep breathes, while pressing his hand on Dean's small chest and felt the reassuring rise and fall as Dean breathed, and the hard thumping of his heart. Cradling him into his arms he started to rock him gently back and forth, stroking through his hair.
"Is Dean okay?" Bobby asked through the quietness of the car, worry shining through the harsh demeanour.
John nodded, still feeling the rise and fall of Dean's chest.
"Yeah… I don't think he's hurt." He answered.
Bobby nodded. "We'll stop as soon as possible. Right now what we need is distance between you, your children and… that storm!" he added, looking at him for a second.
Only now John saw his baby-boy on Bobby's lap, big tears running down his face crying quietly.
He let go of Dean with one hand holding it out at Sam, who scrambled out of Bobby's lap and over to his waiting father, giving into his fright and started to wail.
John just held onto them, comforting them as best as he could, while looking out of the window, where the sky cleared slowly, as they left the storm behind them, as well as the life they had led the last two years…
TBC...