Ok then this is a supernatural fic that will have spoilers for Devils Trap, and anything that happened in the first series, but hopefully Devils trap will be the only major spoiler.
Summary- What would happen if Devils Trap had been a vision, would the fact that Caleb sent someone to help them before he died change the outcome, or would the demon still get away.
Notes- This is set during salvation, but before Sam gets the cal from Meg. The writing in italic are visions.
CHANGES
The mist hovered around the old run down cabin, as if it was protecting the in habitants, hiding them from the world.
Dean stood and stared at his father, watching every move he took, he thinks back to all the times that he had done something that his father would disapprove of, and how made he got, but not this time, not this time he tells him that he's proud. Dean shook his head, no his father wouldn't do that, but then why.
"You'd be furious" John turned his body so that he was facing his eldest son, not quite sure what he was going on about.
"What?"
"That I wasted a bullet. He wouldn't be proud of me. He'd tear me a new one" Dean took a few steps back, distancing himself from his father, he raises the gun and cocks it.
"Your not my dad" John looks at his eldest son, disbelief in his eyes, he tells his son that he's proud and gets a gun pointed at him, well that's the last time he says that he's proud.
"Dean… Its me" John says hesitantly, not wanting to give his son any reason to pull that trigger, to give him any reason to waste any more of the bullets. Dean takes a few more steps back, his grip on the gun tightening.
"I no my dad better then anyone, and you aint him" John wait's a few seconds, trying to get his emotions in to check.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" Dean smirks, the smirk that he uses when he's being the annoying big brother, the one when he's just scored with a women, but this time the smirk isn't a its best, it doesn't hide the uncertainty, of the fear, that he's trying so hard to mask.
"I could ask you the same thing to you" Sam enters the room, to see his brother holding the colt at it his father, he makes a face, that clearly shows how confused he is, he walks over to his brothers side.
"Dean? What the hell is going on?" Sam looks from this father and then back to his brother, waiting for some sort of explanation.
"Your brothers lost his mind" Sam shoots his father a look, and then his eyes slowly wonder back to Dean, quickly giving him the once over, to see if he could see anything that would back up his fathers claim.
"He's not Dad" Dean manages to spit out, and he says it so quickly that Sam almost misses it, almost.
"What?" He may have heard what Dean said, it doesn't mean that he has to believe him, in fact, he was starting to believe his dad, maybe the stress of the last couple of days are finally getting to him.
"I think he's possessed. I think he's been possessed since we rescued him" Sam looked disbelieving down at Dean, how could their father be possessed, how could he be possessed and him not no it, but it made sense, and as much as Sam wished that it was John saying that he was proud of Dean it just didn't make sense, John would have yelled at him for wasting a bullet to save Sams life.
"Don't listen to him, Sammy" Sam just ignores his father, and continues to look at Dean.
" Dean, how do you no?" Dean looks at Sam out of the corner of his eye, not daring to take his eyes of his father, demon who ever the hell he is.
"He's different" Sam can hear John sigh out of frustration, and he turns to look at him.
"You know, we don't have time for this. Sam, you want to kill this demon, you've got to trust me." Sam looks back and forth between John and Dean
"Sam?" Sam continues to look back and fourth
"No" He shakes his head before repeating himself, and goes and stands by Dean, who looks at him gratefully, glad that Sam believed him. Both Dean and Sam look over at there father at the same time, and both are taken aback, by the tears that they see in his eyes.
"Fine. You're both so sure? Go ahead. Kill me." He hangs his head, in sadness, Dean tightness his grip on the gun, not knowing what to do, he had never seen his father, show emotion in front of either of them, Dean could feel his own tears well up in his eyes, and the grip on the gun loosens, before he lowers it completely.
"I thought so" Both Sam and Dean are thrown towards the walls, before they even have time to react, neither of them able to move, they look over to John whose eyes are a fiery orange, they watch as he walks over to the colt, and they both begin to struggle, both knowing that he cant get his hands on that gun, John picks it up and examines it.
"What a pain in the ass this things been" Sam struggles while watching the Demon.
"It's you, isn't it? We've been lookin' for you for a long time" Demon John looks over at Sam and smirks.
"You found me" Sam stops struggling for a moment, remembering an important fact.
"But the holly water…." Demon John shakes his head in disbelief.
"You think somethin' like that works on somethin' like me?" Sam tries to lift his head, but the force that the Demon is pressing on him wont allow him to move.
"Im gonna kill you" The venom in his voice makes Demon John look over at him, and sees that he is still securely on the wall.
"Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact, here." He places the gun on a nearby table.
"Make the gun float to ya there, psychic boy." Sam turns his attention onto the gun, applying all his will power on the gun, trying to get it to move, but the gun stays flat on the table.
"Well, this is fun. I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this…".He sighs."….this is worth the wait."
Demon John turns his attention to Dean, who has a look of pure hate on his face, and is to struggling, with being trapped on a wall.
"Your dad? He's in here with me—trapped inside his own meat suit. He says "hi", by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood." Dean and Sam both wince when they hear that their dad is being possessed by the Demon, and both struggle harder.
"Let him go or I swear to god….." Dean spat out through clenched teeth, but stopped his threat when Demon John rounded on him
"What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice"
He moves closer to Dean, so close that Dean can see the hatred in his eyes, smell the sweat coming of his skin
"You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter." Dean looks at him confused, not sure what he meant, and then it dawns on him.
"Who? Meg?" John leans in closer so he's almost talking into his ear.
"The one in the alley that was my boy. You understand?" Demon John pulls away, and Dean looks on in disbelief.
"You've got to be kiddin' me" Demon John rounds on him
"What? You're the only one who can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family?" Dean becomes paler, any witty comeback lost, he just locks eyes with Demon John, and says nothing.
"Oh, that's right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right." Demon John pulls away again
"You son of a bitch" Demon John smirks, and turns to sam, who has began to struggle again, but then stops, this is his chance to find out why he killed Jess and his mom.
"I wanna know why? Why did you do it?" John turns fully to face Sam, not sure what he is asking.
"You mean, why'd I kill Mommy and pretty little Jess?" Sam nods
"Yea" Demon John turns and walks over to Dean.
"You know, I never told you this, but Sam was gonna ask her to marry him. Been shoppin' for rings and everything." He walks back over to Sam, who stops struggling, wanting to hear what he has to say.
"You wanna know why? Because they got in the way." Sam looks confused
"In the way of what?"
"My plans for you, Sammy—you….and all the children like you." Sam stops struggling all together, and Dean can see the pain wash over his baby brothers face, to be told by the Demon, that happens to be in his fathers body that his moms and girlfriends death, was his fault, was killing him and Dean wasn't going to stand by and watch the Demon fuck with his brothers mind.
"Listen….you mind just getting' this over with, huh? 'Cause I really can't stand the monologueing"
Demon John turns to face Dean, annoyed at the interruption, he begins to wake his way over to him.
"Funny. But that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Mask all that nasty pain. Mask the truth."
"Oh, yeah? What's that?"
"You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is….they don't need you. Not like you need them. Sam—he's clearly John's favorite. Even when they fight. It's more concern than he's ever shown you."
Dean stares in disbelief and hurt, the words that the Demon spoke, hitting home harder then he would like, and for a second he believes him, but there was no way in hell that he was going to let the Demon see that he had gotten to him.
"I bet you're real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh, wait, I forgot. I wasted 'em." Dean smiles, weakly, having gotten one up on the demon. Demon John says nothing just steps back and lowers his head, a second later he lifts it, and Dean begins to shout in agony, his shirt dripping with blood.
"Dean! No!" Sam struggles harder against the demons hold on him, and Dean continues to scream as the blood continues to pour from his chest.
Dean looks over at his father, tears glistening in his eyes, not only from the pain, but from the hurt, of the words that were spoken earlier, and innless the demon stops, hes going to die, that much he knows, he begins to plead with his father.
"Dad! Dad, don't you let it kill me!" The bleeding only gets heavier. Dean cries and moans in pain. Blood begins to pour out of his mouth.
"No" Sam struggles harder against the demons hold, before turning his eyes on the gun that is still lying on the table, praying that this time he can move it, he sighs in annoyance when he cant.
"Dad, please." The bleeding stops, but its to late Dean head drops to his chest, unconsciousness finally taking him.
"Dean!" Demon John lowers his eyes "No!"
"Stop". John breaks out tearfully, he lifts his head and his eyes are no longer the firary orange
"Stop it."
The force holding Sam and Dean to the wall is released. Sam and Dean fall to the floor, and Sam doesn't even think, he moves his body over to the colt picking it up and pointing it at his father, who has once again been taken over by the demon.
" You kill me, you kill Daddy."
"I know" Sam lowers the guns shooting the Demon in the leg, Johns body falls to the floor, and Sam runs over to Dean kneeling down beside him.
"Dean? Hey. Oh, God. you lost a lot of blood."
Dean recognizes his brothers voice and looks up, and weakly he manages to ask were his father is
" Where's Dad?"
"He's right here. He's right here, Dean."
"Go check on him. Go check on him" Sam looks down at his brother, the one that is always strong, here he is bleeding probably to death, and all he is bothered about is his father, Sam nodded reluctantly and made his way over to John
"Dad? Dad?" Sam watches as his father stirs for a few seconds before, his eyes flutter open.
"Sammy! It's still alive. It's inside me. I can feel it. You shoot me. You shoot me! You shoot me in the heart, son!" Sam looks down at his father as he begs for him to kill him, he can feel the tears in his eyes, and raises the gun cocking it at the same time.
"Do it, now!"
"Sam, don't you do it. Don't you do it." Sam hears his brothers voice and turns his head, so that he can see that his brother is in desperate need of help, before his eyes turn back to his father.
"You've got to hurry! I can't hold on to it much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me! Sam looks down at his father, and John can clearly see that he is having trouble following threw with the order
"Son, I'm begin' you! We can end this here and now! Sammy!"
"Sam, no." Sam turns his head shocked, as he hears tears in his brothers voice, his hands loosens on the gun and it drops slightly
"You do this! Sammy! Sam…."
Suddenly just like in Meg's exorcism, a black cloud erupts from John's mouth and disappears through the floor boards. John breaths heavily and turns sad and disappointed eyes on to Sam. Sam just nods in understanding and makes his way over to his brother.
Dean eyes Sam as he steps closer, glad that Sam hadn't shot his father, he had see him lower the gun just before the demon erupted, and was damn proud of him, proud that he choice the family instead of choosing revenge.
Sam eyes his brother with desperate eyes, seeking out some hint that he had done the right thing letting the demon go, and was relived when he saw the glimmer in his brothers eyes, instead of the cold stare that he got from his father.
"Man we got to get you to a hospital." Dean nodded, he knew what Sam was saying, he could feel himself slipping away, and he was trying to hold on, but the pain was to much.
He felt Sams arms wrap around him, and then felt himself lifted of the ground, he stifles a scream as a fresh wave of pain overwhelms him.
Sam stopped when he heard the intake of breath, that clearly meant his brother was in pain, he went a couple of seconds, before moving his brother again, and again Dean took a sudden in take a breath, but Sam kept moving because he knew if he didn't then his brother was going to die, and he wasn't going to let the demon take some one else.
"Ill be back for you dad"
CAR (Sam driving, John in passenger seat and Dean on the backseat holding his chest in pain"
"Just hold on, all right? Hospital's only ten minutes away."
"I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye to eye on this—killin' this demon comes first. Before me, before everything."
Sam lifts his eyes, and looks threw the review mirror, to see his brother lying on the back seat clawing at his chest, as if it would make the pain go away. Dean catches his brothers eyes, and for a second everything was going to be ok.
"No, sir. Not before everything. Look, we still have the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over, all right, I mean, we already found the demon—"
Sam never finished his sentence, a huge 18 wheeler, plows into the side of the impala sending it screeching of the road.
The 18 wheeler comes to a screeching halt, and the driver sits motionless, his eyes coal black.
The three Winchester men lie bruised and battered, Blood pouring from various wounds, all in which look deadly serious.
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"Sam can you hear us" John looked down at his soon as he clutched his head in pain, clawing at his temple, trying to lessen the onslaught of pain. John watches as Dean, holds onto his brothers shoulders, as if, if he held hard enough then, he could share some of the pain, that his baby brother was sharing.
"Is this what he likes all the time?" His fathers frantic voice, broke through Deans, concretion on Sam, he turned worried eyes to his father, and shook his head sadly.
"He's never had one this bad before" John sighed and ran his hand through his hair and turned his attention back to his son.
Only a few minuets ago, had he come in and told him about the visions, and the about how he had one about a women dying, and he hadn't believed him, hadn't wanted to believe him, but now seeing the pain on his youngest sons face, made him sick to the stomach.
Sam came out of his vision with a gasp, and the first person he saw was his brothers worried face, hovering in front of him, and holding his shoulders tightly. The next thing he saw was his fathers disheveled face, hovering a couple of centimeters from Deans.
He took in deep breaths, trying to regain some composure, trying to keep himself from throwing up, what he had just seen couldn't be what was going to happen, but he had never been able to stop one of his visions which meant.
"Son what did you see" Sam turned worries eyes over to his father, and then back to Dean.
"Us" He managed to crock out. Before at last turning to face his father.
"we faced the demon." Sam could see the happiness on his face, and shook his head sadly, John turned to Dean, and then back to Sam, not yet understanding were he was going, if they had faced the demon then that should be a good thing, it finally meant that they could be normal.
"We lost" John heard his son croak out again, and he shook his head in disbelief, not wanting to believe that, that was possible.
"I watched us die"
There you have it I hope you like the first chapter. It will be a while before I post the next one, but I will defiantly post. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes that you saw. And I hope you like the first chapter, please review.