Hi everyone! I'm back! I've got a reviewer asking about some things that happened in the first chapter.
Thebluninja: On the passive voice, thanks for letting me know. I will try to work better at that. Please remember that it is the first chapter and I will try to explain everything better in the coming up chapters. Hopefully, this is better! Thank you for reviewing! The chapters are going to be a little short until I can get a rhythm going. Please review! I would love to know what you think!
~KT
"What are you doing here, Dean?" Booth sighed as they sat at the kitchen table. Coffee mugs lay untouched on the table top, the brown liquid having gone cold long ago. Dean gave his trademark grin, but Booth could see the pain behind his friend's eyes that wasn't there when he'd hunted with Dean Winchester. What had exactly happened to the hunter in the eight or nine years he'd been gone?
"Look before you go off, hear me out first. I know you ain't in the business anymore, just please." Dean pleaded.
Booth looked at his old hunting partner, his old friend, and knew something was wrong. Dean Winchester never begged for anything. Booth closed his eyes briefly, his mind flashing back into the time before he'd met Bones, before he'd had his son, before when he had nobody really to call family. The Winchester's were that. When he was a hunter. John had called him a damn good one when he was alive.
Hunting didn't run in his blood, but every hunter had a story why they became one. All of them sad and tragic. Booth opened his eyes again, and stared at the Winchester. The man who'd saved his ass more times than he could count. The man who'd had his back, and vowed to go down swinging with him when they were fighting a nest of vampires.
He had to hear out the hunter.
"I'll hear you out, Dean. What is it?" Booth looked into his green eyes.
Dean took a deep, relieved breath, and gave a small smile. "Okay. Here it is, there's something called the 'trials.' God himself had these created. These trials can slam the gates of Hell forever. All the demons top-side go under, and they stay there. They don't come top-side again. Look man, I need your help. I wouldn't be here otherwise." He hesitated, and Booth knew how much it took for him to tell him this.
He wanted to tell him no though, that he had a family now, and he couldn't risk their lives. He wouldn't risk their lives. He needed them. He wanted to tell him that he was out of the life for good, he knew he was quitting for good, no matter how hard that was, the moment he saw Bones. He couldn't force the words out of his mouth, though. He knew how much more his family would be protected if he did this, and all the people he could help get even. The people in his life who had come into contact with the supernatural, and had ruined their lives.
Like Zach.
Booth opened his mouth, and Dean rushed out, thinking Booth was going to say no. "Do it for that kid that's sitting in the mental hospital because of a demon. Do it for that kid who will never have a normal life."
Booth stiffened, and stared at the Winchester. It was almost as if Dean had read his mind. He then nodded. "For Zach."
~Seeley Booth; The hunter~
Booth slowly walked up the stairs, his feet heavy. He walked into the bedroom he shared with Bones, and crouched down by the side of the bed farthest from the door. He gently grabbed her shoulder, and squeezed. "Bones, wake up. I need to talk to you." He shook her again, and watched as her breathtakingly blue eyes opened up to stare at him.
"Booth? What time is it? Is it Christine?" She asked in a sleepy voice as she sat up and threw the blanket off of her.
Booth shook his head as he pushed her back on the bed. "No, Bones, it's not Christine. She's okay. I woke you up to tell you that I'll be leaving... An old friend showed up, and he really needs my help." He scrubbed a hand through his brown hair.
Bones looked at him with worried eyes. She instantly nodded. "Okay, Booth. If he really needs you. Do you know when you are going to return back? Where are you going?" She couldn't help the questions spilling out of her mouth.
Booth smiled, and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Yes, he really needs my help. No, I don't know when I'll be back. But, I'll call every night." He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, and quickly blinked them away.
Bones kissed him, and laid her forehead against his, and almost as if knowing he'd be doing something dangerous, whispered, "Please be safe, Booth."
That was one thing he couldn't promise her.
