Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, Sam and Dean would never be allowed to wear shirts

Sam and Dean are unrelated and 19 and 15.

So, i'm continuing ALL my stories. I just don't really wanna leave ANYTHING hanging I guess...

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Enjoy chapter two!


Three Years Later

Dean woke up to the sound of a gun being cocked. Groaning, Dean flipped over onto his stomach and tried to go back to sleep. John had a habit of waking him up and unreasonable hours, like seven or eight o'clock in the morning. The only exception was after a hunt. But Dean was hoping that John would let him sleep in just a little for once.

"Rise and shine, kiddo!"

Bastard.

Dean rolled back onto his back, his eyes squinting open. He gazed over at John, who was... packing? Dean frowned and stood up, propping himself up on his elbow. "We leaving again?"

John nodded. "Gotta call from a friend. He wants help on a hunt. Since we already finished our hunt..."

Dean nodded his head. "What's he hunting?"

John froze for a moment, but then quickly continued to pack. "Doesn't matter. I'm dropping you off at Bobby's before I go."

"What!?" Dean threw his covers back and sat up. "Why are you -- ?"

When John continued to pack as if he couldn't hear the young man, Dean clenched his jaw in anger. "It's a demon, isn't it?"

John closed his eyes and sighed. "Yes." He turned to face Dean, the young man glaring at him with anger. "And before we go through this again -- "

"Goddammit, John!" Dean yelled. He ran a hand through his hair, organizing his thoughts before he continued his intended rant. "You can't keep keeping me from all these demon hunts! I agreed to learn all this crap so I could help hunt them! What's the point in everything I've learned if you won't even let me hunt the bastards!"

John shook his head. "You're not ready."

"You keep saying that! How do you know I'm not ready if you won't even let me try!"

John gave Dean a look that obviously spoke of authority. "You're too emotionally attached still. Unpredictable. I don't know if you'll freeze up, or go on a rage..."

"Right," Dean said with a huff. "Like you weren't emotional and unpredictable after your wife was killed!"

As soon as Dean said it he regretted it. John's face was carefully stoic, but he could see the small tick next to his eye that spoke of his rage. He gave Dean an even look, the room charged with tension. Dean gulped, waiting for the inevitable explosion.

But it never happened. Instead, John gave a forced sigh, sizing Dean up. "You really want to come on this hunt?"

Dean mustered up the most determined look he could give. "I've been training for the last three years for this. I'm ready."

John slowly nodded. "Fine. But you do exactly as I say, got it?"

Dean nodded.

"If I say shoot, you shoot."

Dean nodded.

"If I say run, you run."

Dean hesitated for a moment, but then quickly nodded. "I'll follow everything you say to the letter, I promise."

Clearly not happy, John nodded. "Fine." He pointed to Dean's duffel bag. "Now get packing."

Dean smiled at his victory, quickly getting dressed and packing the few possessions he had. Finally, he can start hunting the sons of bitches responsible for all the pain and death they cause to people like Dean and his family.

I'm finaly gonna be able to make it up to you, Dean silently told his family. You're finally gonna be able to rest.

---

They were almost at their destination, only a couple hours away now.

When Dean asked about the hunt, John didn't say much. Only that his friend needed back up.

"Who exactly is this friend?"

John gave Dean a sideways glance. "Gordon Walker."

Dean raised an eyebrow. Gordon Walker was known as a specialized demon hunter. Pretty damn good one at that, as well. John spoke of him once, but Dean could tell that he didn't like the guy. He didn't really know why he should. A demon hunter was a good person, right?

"His methods can be... archaic," John had said. "He can be a bit too... forceful."

Forceful as opposed to what? Gentle?! But Dean let it rest, knowing that if John didn't like the guy, there was no point in defending him. Besides, it's not like Dean's met him yet.

"John?"

The hunter gave a small grunt as a response.

"If you don't like Walker, then why are you helping him?"

John closed his eyes. "Gordon likes me. Doesn't know what I think of his methods."

"Yeah..." Dean gave John a glare. "What exactly do you mean by his 'methods.' Besides that they're 'forceful'."

For a moment, John didn't say anything. Then, "He has a habit of interrogating the demons."

"What's so bad about that?"

John gave Dean a sideways glance before returning his gaze to the road. "When you harm a demon in certain ways, it can cripple the host for life, even if you exorcise the bastard before it's too late."

Dean's eyes widened a little. "Oh." He looked down at his hands, thinking. "Kinda defeats the purpose of the exorcism, doesn't it?"

John gave a humorless smirk. "Basically my line of thinking."

Dean sighed, looking out his window. He suddenly wondered if he'd be able to keep his emotions under control. If Gordon started harming the hosts body, Dean thinks he might loose it.

Either way, it should prove to be an interesting hunt.

---

They pulled up to The Neuter Cat Motel, (Dean pointedly ignored the name of the motel) and parked next to an old red muscle car.

John turned the ignition off and opened the car door. "Looks like Gordon's already here."

Dean got out of the car, staring at the motel room door. Well, here we go. Dean followed John to the door and waited as John knocked.

Only a few seconds later, the door opened to reveal a tall black man, wearing the same garb that every hunter Dean's met wears. The man smiled. "John."

John plastered a smile on his face and stepped over to give Gordon a firm pat on the back. "Been a long time, Gordon."

Gordon nodded, his eyes wandering to Dean. "So this is the stray you picked up?"

Dean's face flushed. "I'm not just a stray!"

Gordon chuckled. "Chill out, Dean. I'm only playin' with ya." Gordon stepped back, letting John and Dean come in. "I already bought the room down the row for you guys. I know you like your privacy."

"Thanks," John said as he closed the door behind him.

Gordon went to the mini refrigerator and pulled out a couple beers. "John?"

"Thanks."

"What about me?" Dean said.

"You don't look twenty-one, little man."

Dean pursed his lips together. "Right, like you guys waited until your twenty-one to drink."

Gordon just looked at Dean for a moment before his face broke out into a grin. "You okay with that, John?"

John shrugged, non-caring. "Not like we can argue with him on that point."

Gordon chuckled as he grabbed another beer and tossed it to Dean. "Sure you can hold your liquor, little man?"

If he calls me 'little man' one more time...

"So what's up, Walker," John said, getting straight to the point. "Why do you need back-up? I mean you are the 'great demon hunter'..."

Gordon rolled his eyes. "The thing is John, this demon's been eluding me for a while now. Not because I'm inept or don't know what kind of demon it is, but just because I'm only one man. Unfortunately it's taken this long for me to ignore my pride and call for help."

Dean frowned. "What do you mean by 'unfortunately'?"

The older hunter sighed. "This demon's already destroyed at least five different families. It possesses babysitters and has them kill any infants they're taking care of. Pretty much ruins the parents' and the babysitter's lives." Gordon gave Dean and unreadable look. "Now be quite while me and Johnny here talk."

Dean twitched. "Hey, I'm no invalid here. I know what I'm doing and have every right to be in this conversation."

Gordon scoffed. "Oh really?"

Dean gave a small smirk. "We're dealing with a chaos demon. A familial type. Gets its kicks on ruining ruining families, or more specifically, causing chaos within families. The only way you could have tracked it was tracing what kind of babysitters it likes to possess and the age of whom it kills. From what you said, this one probably kills infants to the age of about eighteen months. Am I close?"

Gordon raised an eyebrow. "Kid knows his stuff, John."

John just gave a noncommittal shrug.

"I've been studying demons for the last three years," Dean said. "I better know something."

Gordon gave an approving smile.

"Enough," John said. "Let's get down to business. I'm assuming you've already found all the possible targets for this demon?"

"As a matter of fact, I have. Three possible targets, all around the same area."

Dean smiled. "Perfect. One for each of us to monitor." He knew he was getting overexcited about the hunt, but he couldn't help it. His firt real demon hunt and a first real chance at beating the shit out of one of those sons of bitches.

John gave a small laugh. "Think again, Deans. I'm not letting you monitor on your own."

Dean's jaw dropped. "Like hell I'm not!"

"I'm sure Dean could handle himself," Gordon said. "Give the kid a chance, John."

John shook his head. "You're lucky I let you come at all. But you are not ready to face this on your own."

Dean bit his lip, keeping back his retort. John knew that Dean wanted to face this demon on his own. He also seemed to think that Dean would lose control of himself, given the chance. Dean can't exactly deny it, but he doesn't have to like it either.

Gordon gave a small laugh. "Well, good thing that's not really my plan."

They looked at Gordon, confused. "Then what exactly do you have planned?" John asked.

Gordon reached into his bag and grabbed a map, spreading it out on the table. "See these circles? They're the possible targets. In the middle of them, there's a small patch of woods. Am I right in assuming you still use those tarps with the devil's traps on them?"

John nodded slowly, feeling doubtful about this 'plan.'

"We'll lure the demon to these woods and trap it there. Less civilian spectators and casualties."

"What exactly do you plan on doing?" John said carefully.

Gordon smiled. "Just exorcise it, John. This is a low level demon, but dangerous nonetheless. It won't have any valuable intel, but we need to burn the bastard."

John nodded. "Alright, sounds good to me."

"One problem though," Dean said.

Gordon raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh?"

"What are you gonna use to lure the demon away from its target? I can't really think of anything that would distract a demon from what it does by instinct."

Gordon's smile turned a little devious. "I'm glad you asked."

---

Gordon led Dean and John out to his car. "I found it a few year ago. By pure chance. I couldn't believe it when I saw it. But once I did, I knew what I had to do."

John and Dean exchanged a glance, both of them feeling uneasy.

Gordon unlocked the trunk of his car and flipped it open. "This is our bait."

John looked into the trunk, his eyes widening. "Gordon, what the hell is this!?"

Dean peaked over John's shoulder, his jaw dropping at the sight.

The trunk was lined with devil's traps, one on each surface. And in the middle of it, was a boy. He was curled up in a small ball, a blindfold and gag covering his face. Iron manacles were secured around the boy's neck, wrists, and ankles, the metal appearing to burn his skin. Then Dean realized, it wasn't a boy. It was a demon.

"Calm down, John," Gordon said. "It's not what you think."

"Well then explain this to me! Why does it look like you've kidnapped a possessed boy!?"

"He's not possessed," Gordon said calmly. "This boy is a demon."

John froze. After a long moment of silence, John swallowed and said, "What?"

"This isn't like any demon I've encountered. Holy water, salt, devil's traps... they work on the kid. But you can't exorcise him because he is the demon. I know it's not just a powerful demon that latched to the boy because holy water and devil's traps wouldn't work on him then." Gordon looked down at the apparently unconscious boy. "When I realized this, I realized I had to keep it under control. Otherwise, I can't imagine what damage this boy could do unchecked."

John looked at the boy, confused. "Why don't you just kill it then?"

Gordon raised an eyebrow. "Since when can we kill demons?"

"Oh, right..."

"I just gotta keep this thing tamed." Gordon slammed the trunk shut. "At this point, that's all I can do."

"And how exactly will this lure the chaos demon?" Dean asked.

"I don't know why, but demon's are attracted to this thing like moths to a flame. Especially when it's in pain. I guess it's like unconscious sympathy or something like that. Who knew the bastards had anything of the sort?" Gordon said with a smile.

They headed back into the motel room to get ready for the hunt. Before Dean walked into the room, he turned around to look at the trunk, picturing the demon he just saw. Something was bothering him. He didn't know what, but he felt an uneasy feeling in his gut, like there was something wrong about this whole thing.

Dean shook his head. What the hell's wrong with me? We're using a demon to exorcise another. What could possibly be wrong with that?


okay, kinda a lame chap, but I promise MUCH Limp!Sam next chapter. Possibly Limp!Dean if I can muster it up :)

Dean has suffered his own traumas in the last few years, but I won't be getting into those until later i guess... but they will be there XD

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