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The situation was growing more desperate as the two conscious fought hard to expel the youngest boy's form from the clutches of the creature that was attacking them.
John tried to calculate the situation to the best of his knowledge. Lot's of demon's and entity's hid under the bed . . . but this one was extremely familiar. Though he had never had a situation that involved himself with the Boogeyman, this was definitely seemingly more and more like the tale that he had heard many times since his own childhood. Whatever this thing was, he'd be damned if it took his youngest, or his oldest boy.
His heart leaped high into his throat when he felt his son's body grow cold. Looking down, he realized that Sam's lips were blue and little puffs of mist tunneled from the half-closed mouth. The creature was taking his body heat.
The oldest Winchester grunted as he pulled harder at his position, holding Sam underneath the armpits so that his son's back was up against his chest. The familiar pang of guilt had hit him full force when he had arrived late, not in time to save his youngest boy the horror of being forced under the musty motel bed.
He observed as Dean talked with his voice strained towards his younger brother. Telling him words of encouragement. John knew that Dean had realized Sam was unconscious, but maybe saying those words had made his oldest feel better.
Dean had his arms cuffed around Sam's legs, trying to be mindful about how hard he was tugging. He had seen his brother's leg snap as if it were just a twig, then the yell of pain. Dean was sure his own heart had stopped, but his steel-hard persona came flying back. He'd die for his brother, just like Sam would do for him, and he'd be damned if he let the 'bed phantom,' take is brother from him.
After Sam had lost consciousness, the thing had been able to use his super human strength to override the strength of the older Winchester's and managed to pull the limp man halfway under the glowing bed.
"Dean, I have an idea," John's voice was heavy with exertion. He calculated the plan, it was the only hope they had, and if they screwed up, Sam would pay for it with most likely his life. Hopeful blue eyes bore into his, old memories came flooding back, and he quickly shook his head, ridding himself of the weakness. Now was not the time to reminisce on old times.
"Now would be a great time to do something about it then," Dean blared angrily. After being mysteriously absent for months, the prick decided to wait until his son was in danger for what seemed like the hundredth time to show his face again.
"Hold him tight, I have to let go for a minute," John said as he prepared to let go.
As soon as John let go and with his legs moving quickly he sat down on the floor at the side of the bed. He positioned his legs, settling the heel of his feet on the bar that held the bed together. After slamming the ball of his hands into the ground to anchor himself, his eyes carried over to Dean.
Both of his sons were now being yanked underneath the bed. Dean was still holding strong onto Sam, but the creature was pulling harder so he was now dragging both brothers' further under the bed. Sam's torso was fully hidden by the bed, and Dean had to move his position to prevent him from going under the bed.
"On three," John called. "One . . . two . . . three," and with that, John kicked the bed upwards. The frame shot up then tumbled over on the other side of the room.
Dean couldn't help but gape at the scene in front of eyes. There was a big glowing hole in the center of where the bed used to be, and jutting halfway out of it was the ugliest thing Dean had ever seen. It looked like a giant bat, only manlike, and it was scaly and hairy. Its chin was pointy, and its sharp teeth shone a bright yellow.
"Eeeek," it shrilled again. The thing eyes flashed angrily and after giving Sam's body one more tug and failed to pull him into the hole, it let go and let itself fall down into the hole. The bright light faded with the hole until it finally disappeared completely, leaving all three Winchester's behind.
Dean let his body fall backward exhausted. He breathed heavily, giving way to the exhaustion that plagued him. "What was that thing?" he asked breathing heavily.
"I . . . I think we just met the Boogeyman," John spoke in a voice that showed his distaste. "When I was holding Sam, I could feel his body begin to freeze, I think that this thing overpowers it's victims by sucking their body warmth and sending them into shock . . . and eventually leading to them losing consciousness.
"Oh hell no," Dean exclaimed. "I thought that the 'Boogeyman' wasn't real . . . there hasn't been any stories or actual sightings or even suspicions linking that thing to any disappearances."
"It doesn't matter . . . people go missing all the time, suspected kidnappings mostly, this is no different," John explained.
"I thought that the . . . Boogeyman only went after children," Dean told him, as he got to his knees and began checking over his younger brother. A few bumps and bruises he'd have a lovely carpet rash in the morning not mention one hell of a broken leg. Well that'd be fun to lug around for six weeks.
"Common misconception . . . as a child I heard that it can go after anyone it likes, it just prefers younger blood, and adults with the gift to see the entity's through dreams," John spoke lowly, kneeling next to his son's. His eyes wandered down to Sam's leg, he couldn't risk setting it here, and he'd risk damaging it more if it happened to be shattered.
"Are you okay?" John's hard tone didn't surprise Dean as he answered the question. "Yeah, but Sammy needs to see a doctor about the leg."
Smart boy, John though proudly while nodding his head. "Let's get him to the hospital and figure this thing out.
TBC . . .
