The Arms of Love

Chapter 1

Yeah, soppy title but for good reason…I hope.

Haven't really thought this through have I?

Warning: graphic violence may ensue, and Dean and John getting blood thirsty. Sam, is of course, in extreme trouble.

John and Dean are given a mission and they turn it down.

But Sam and the Impala go missing…coincidence?

Teen Winchesters in response to Jenilee and Neats.

Sam is fourteen, and, of course, Dean is eighteen.

Tell me now do we bear the sins of each other?

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In the arms of love.



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What are we hoping for?

Here we stand, closing the painful door.

And I never knew,

People could hurt you so.

They are looking for a reason,

They are looking for a way out,

And there's no where left to go.

Song: The Arms of Love.

Artist: T'Pau (UK. One of my favourite bands from the 1980s).

Album: Rage

Disclaimer: Anything associated with this show became public domain in 2005, which means we, as over protective fans, own them now, not Kripke. We certainly love these boys more than he does

….brother against brother, Sam going dark side, Dean going to hell….?

Wouldn't bloody happen if I was in charge I can tell you that!



If it does happen then Kripke will be one of the first against the wall when the revolution comes…

In fact, I'm quite happy to feed the bastard to the nearest willing werewolf.

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"Johnny! So good to see ya!"

John Winchester inwardly cringed as he unconsciously stepped in front of his boys.

"Marco." John kept his tone flat. He refused to show any emotion in front of this bastard. "what dya want this time?"

"Ooh Johnny my friend. You still not forgiven me for last time?" the fat American-Italian grinned. "I have a little mission for you and your sons.." he leered a little at Sam and Dean. "Such fine boys by the way. You know I could cross more than a few palms with silver to ensure their futures? "

John once again kept his retort silent, then reached back and squeezed Dean's arm.

Keep silent. Don't' draw any attention, ok?

Dean understood and pushed his little brother behind him.

"So." Marco rubbed his enormous stomach and lit a cigar. "Long time no see. You up for another gig Johnny?"

John just sized him up, hands in pockets, for all the world like he really couldn't give a shit.



"Come on John. We're friends…" Marco leaned forward menacingly. "….and friends watch out for each other!"

Jeeze this guy really is a walking mafia cliché huh? Dean turned to his brother.

"I think you should get outta here Sammy. Now. Just go wait in the car ok?" he whispered. Young though he was, Dean felt something bad here, and he didn't want Sam getting involved.

"Dean…"Sam whispered back.

"Just go. Now!" Dean threw him a John Winchester disapproving glance.

Sam trusted him, there was no doubt about that, but he was worried. "Dean? You'll follow me soon ok?"

Dean inwardly sighed. Sam felt every right to watch out for his older brother, and if Dean was honest, he was more than a little touched by that.

But his bad feelings about this were growing all the time so he didn't want to make any promises.

"I'll be there soon Sam, now just go!" He whispered.

Dad was in deep shit, and Dean knew why. It was his fault.

Dean had taken on a spirit by himself and destroyed it. Dad had been proud of him, once he got over the fact that Dean had gone off by himself just to make a point about his maturity.

And that always backfires.

That spirit had turned out to be Marco's grandmother.



And Marco was less than happy, because the bitch had been trying to tell him about the Swiss bank accounts that would allow him access to a large fortune in art work and sterling, most of which had been laundered through drug dealing throughout the years, not to mention a little post world war II treasure.

So Marco felt that the Winchesters owed him. A lot.

And he would never stop making them pay.

Marco wasn't a Godfather or anything as grand as that; he tried but none of the real families took him seriously. He was in fact considered a waste of space in the mafia business world by most of the Dons.

But as a manipulator, intimidator and torturer, this guy knew his stones. Marco was considered the best in such a role, but a business man he was not.

Yeah. He was a stupid sonofabitch, John reflected, but when it came to the finer parts of getting what he wanted, he knew how to get it.

"What's the job?"

Marco smiled. "We have a certain associate that needs a little pay back. I want you to take care of her."

John raised an eyebrow. "I'm assuming this associate is dead? 'cos that's the only shit we deal with."

Marco smiled again, but this time it was truly feral.

"Oh she's dead alright. Her mother wouldn't pay the rent, so they ran. But her daughter saw something she shouldn't have. Such a shame don't you think? Her mamma killed herself two days later from the grief. " Marco stared at John, his gaze shifting to Dean 

and…"Where's your youngest John? You really should keep a better eye on your children." He leaned forward. "Our children are our future."

Dean spoke up. "He's around. Doin' a recon."

"Such dedication and loyalty…I'm impressed Johnny. You raised these kids well."

Marco suddenly lost all sense of fake friendship. "I think you need to take this job John."

He leaned over and patted John on the cheek.

John Winchester recoiled. "Don't fucking touch me you bastard!"

Marco's gaze hardened. "You take this job, or I'll make sure you understand what it is to lose something valuable." He sat back and smiled, all friendly again.

"I'll make it worth your while..."

John scowled. "No way. I know what you do. I helped you out once, but I told you then that was the last time." He nudged Dean towards the exit. "Come on. Let's get outta here!"

Marco grinned once more. "Fair enough Johnny. The game starts here."

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John and Dean felt a little shaky as they left. They just wanted to get to the car and Sam.

But when they reached the pavement……the car was gone.

"Sammy? Sam!" Dean yelled in despair. He glanced around frantically, hoping to find his little brother approaching them, calling out, in hiding and waiting for them…anything!



John stared down at something on the ground. It was a small mobile phone. It was Sam's, and it held a video message.

He dreaded it, and he knew Dean did.

But they had no other choice.

Sam was gagged, bound, and blindfolded, and being loaded into the trunk of the Impala. He was whimpering in pain, and John could see the bruises already forming on his face.

John froze with fear. Until he heard Dean going wild.

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So you like? Should I continue?

You gotta let me know…

Kind regards.

ST.xxx.