We Hunt Demons
Summary: Alternative Universe. Sam Harvelle and Dean Winchester are hunters searching for Dean's father and answers to some hard questions. Trouble seems to follow Sam and Dean wherever they go.
"Demon's Road?"
Dean's anger from catching Sam and the geeky kid had slightly dissipated when he recognized his father's handwriting. He could hear Sam talking to him but wasn't listening to him.
"Dean!"
Dean looked at Sam. Sam's button down shirt was slightly a skewed and his face still flushed from his little make-up session.
Dean felt himself push Sam into the small research room. He grasped onto Sam's shirt and pushed him against the wall that Sam had had the kid up against mere minutes ago.
"So are you using little kids to make me jealous or something?" Dean almost regretted his words when he saw Sam cringe. "Because I'm not jealous." He finished.
"Could have fooled me…" Sam muttered.
"What makes you even think that I…" Dean started.
"You kissed me."
Dean looked into Sam's eyes. He needed this silly attraction between him and Sam to end now, before it got them both killed.
"I kiss a lot of people." Dean stated. "I do a lot more with a lot of people, it doesn't mean a thing." He cruelly added. "And our kiss didn't mean a thing."
Dean wanted to add how he really felt. He wanted to let Sam know that he respected him and cared for him greatly. But he knew if he tired he'd give away all his feelings. He couldn't let Sam know. Sam would hate him if he knew the real him.
Sam's face didn't flinch like Dean had expected. He could have sworn there might be some tears forming in Sam's eyes but he didn't wait to find out. He released his hold on Sam and started speaking again.
"Alright, do your geek work and I'll go talk to that kid." He ordered.
He watched Sam tense up, apparently he didn't like it when Dean barked orders at him. Well, that was too bad.
"Dean, go easy on Ashton." Sam finally said after a moment of silence, "He's just a confused kid."
Dean felt anger rising in his chest. He wasn't jealous, he told himself. No, he had no right to be. Sam wasn't his and he didn't want Sam.
"I promise not to beat up your boyfriend." Dean found himself saying.
He could be such a jerk but he needed to be. Sam couldn't ever love someone like him. Sam was innocent in every way and Dean was not about to destroy that.
He left Sam alone in that small room. He didn't look back to see if Sam actually did have tears in his eyes or not. Dean didn't think he can handle looking at him if he did.
The last three weeks had simply been torture for Dean. He was forced to be near the object of his affections, the perfect and beautiful Sammy Harvelle. It was his damn fault, anyway. He had practically begged Ellen to let Sam come along with him. But he needed Sam. He needed to be near him.
He cursed himself for letting his thoughts run all over the place. He needed to focus and not make himself vulnerable. But he could help think that he never should have asked the other kid, Jon where is friend might be. Then he never would have walked in on Ashton and Sam. He never would have felt his aching to be near Sam, well, nearer than their current relationship.
Dean didn't really know what falling in love was like. Love was something that only got in the way and made you slow. Is father had loved and he saw the results of losing that love. His mother's death had changed his father so completely; so Dean figured maybe it was easier to never truly love someone.
So he'd never been in love before, but by judging the knots in his stomach, he just might be.
When Reina Garcia, Ashton's best friend saw Jon leaving in a hurry, she gave Ashton a curious glare. He stopped in his tracks when he spotted her, watching him.
"Ashton?" she stared.
"Not now, ma'am." He murmured.
She could tell he was upset about something but she decided not to press it.
"Whatever you say, sir." She grumbled.
When the older man had approached them, Jon had been the only one willing to show him where Ashton had taken the guys' younger friend.
"Ma'am..."
She could tell Ashton was upset but the fact that he was still using his normal polite tone; she decided to let it go. He started to walk away but stopped.
"Ma'am…uh…"
Reina rolled her eyes. She loved her best friend but sometimes he couldn't just say how he was feeling, it was so annoying.
She placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot in playful impatience.
"Reina, Dean Winchester is here."
She felt her blood drain from her face as Ashton walked away leaving her with her thoughts. She could hear her other friends urging her to return to the table she had been sitting at earlier. She couldn't move. Dean Winchester was here in Huntsville. That could mean only one thing; they weren't safe anymore.
Reina giggled as Ashton switched his car stereo on and a random John Williams soundtrack started playing.
"Ma'am, don't make fun."
He took a moment to glare at her playfully before looking back at the road. When Reina turned her head back to the road, she saw a young man their age running towards the car.
She screamed at Ashton to stop the car. She was thrown forward as the car came to a screeching halt.
Luckily she was wearing her seatbelt and didn't move far enough to hit anything. She immediately looked up and recognized the young man running towards them. Jon Wesley was a music student like herself and Ashton, they didn't know him very well since he was in orchestra and they were in choir. When he reached the car, he laid his hands on the hood of the car and was panting. That's when Reina noticed the blood running down his face. He was screaming something but Reina couldn't understand.
Then she saw it.
She figures that this thing must be an "it". It was a tall man who was almost see-through. The figure wore a long trench coat but he was covered in darkness. What she could see clearly was the knife in his hand that gleamed from the moonlight.
"Get in the car!"
Reina was startled as she heard Ashton scream. She never heard him raise his voice before. It was all going back so fast. The black figure was slowly nearing them as Jon climbed into the back on Ashton's small car.
"Drive." Reina found herself whispering.
Ashton was gripping the steering wheel but not pressing on the pedal. As the man neared them, Reina felt her whole body begin to shake.
"Ashton. What are you waiting for? Drive."
She looked at him. She knew the wheels of his head turning. She knew the Ashton was thinking about whether or not this figure was human. If he was he wouldn't drive into him.
She heard Jon whimpering in the back seat. She had no idea how badly hurt he might be.
"Please, Ashton!" she begged.
"Please!" John yelled as well.
Ashton started to press on his gas when a shot rang through the air. Reina instantly closed her eyes. When she reopened them the dark figure was gone. She heard the tap on her window and she screamed. When she looked a man stood there. She knew he was real. He had a shotgun in hand.
"Are you kids alright?" he asked.
Reina felt her head shaking but wasn't sure whether she had answered yes or no.
"I'm not gonna hurt you." His voice had a comforting, fatherly quality to it.
She looked back at Jon, "He's hurt."
The older man nodded and started towards the back seat. Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind, by what she wasn't sure. She saw his gun fly a few feet from him. The dark figure became visible. It was dragging the older man.
Reina could her Ashton yelling as she opened the car door and reached for the gun. She had never handled a gun of any kind before. But like any teenager she'd seen plenty of movies. The pulled down on a part of the gun, hopefully that loaded it. As she aimed, she noticed the figure had his knife out. For the same reason Ashton couldn't drive the car, Reina couldn't fire the gun. She was afraid and unsure. She could hit the man who had saved them.
She gasped as the gun was taken from her. She saw Jon with the gun grasped tightly.
"Jon!" she heard Ashton's car door shut at the same time Jon fired the shotgun. She was trembling. She couldn't help it. How could a simple outing with her best friend have gone so crazy?
She watched as the figure didn't fall to the ground it simply disappeared. The older man stood up.
"Stay with me!" he ordered. The all looked at each other as he started towards the woods.
Ashton wanted to protest, Reina could tell. But as usual he didn't speak up. They followed the old and strange man to where a hole was buried about three to five feet deep.
She felt her whole body freeze as she noticed the rotting human remains. The three of them just watched in shock as the older man started pouring gasoline in the pit. That's when she also noticed a box of something. The older man picked it up and poured it in.
Reina felt confused as she realized it was salt. The older man reached inside his pocket and pulled out a large box of matches.
Then she heard Ashton scream. The dark figure had come from behind and grabbed both Jon and Ashton. The gun Jon had been holding clattered on the ground. It was dark and she couldn't see where it landed in the dark. She turned back to there protector and noticed him loading another shotgun. As her friends were being dragged, man chased after them.
"Burn the body!" she thought she heard him yell.
Her whole body continued to shake as she ran over to where the man had been standing. She lowered herself to the dirt and ran her fingers across the ground looking for the box of matches. When she felt the box in her hands another shot went off. She pulled out the matches and tired lightly it. Her hands were trembling and each try was in vain.
"Come on. Come on." She urged herself. Suddenly, she felt cold, hindering her even further.
"Reina!"
Ashton's scream was unmistakable. She looked up and the figure was standing right next to her. His knife raised above his head. She stuck her last match against the matchbox and heard it spark. She tossed it in the pit and closed her eyes.
As she opened her eyes the figure was gone. The fire was crackling beside her and the smell of rotting flesh filling the air. She was safe.
The hours after that were a blur. They had taken care of Jon's cuts but he still needed to go to the hospital for a possible concussion. That had learned the name of the man who had saved them was John Winchester.
Apparently from what Reina gathered he killed these things for a living.
He had handed Ashton a note before he left.
"If anything else wrong goes on out here, my son Dean will come."
They all nodded.
"If you meet Dean give him that note, he'll know what to do." He explained.
They climbed into Ashton's car as John drove off in a large truck that had been hidden on the side of the road. None of them spoke as they drove Jon to the hospital.
Then Reina felt brave enough as they parked.
"I hope we never met Dean Winchester."
They looked at each other and surprisingly all laughed. Everything was going to fine, Reina decided.
Dean returned to the upstairs of the library. Ashton. That dumb kid that had been making out with his Sam was standing next to some girl. They weren't talking which Dean found extremely strange.
"Achem." Dean found himself trying to get their attention. Why did no one ever notice him?
They looked at him like a couple of deer in the headlights.
"You're Dean Winchester." The girl asked.
Dean was used the starry eyed look girls had on him when they met. The confused and scared look this girl had was unnerving.
"The one and only." He grinned.
"I'm Reina and this is my friend, Ashton."
Dean looked to Ashton and smirked when he noticed the giant frown on the kid's face.
"We've met." he grinned.
After an awkward silence the girl started speaking again, "So you're John's son?"
He felt himself flinch as she mentioned his father's name.
"When did you see him last?" he blurted. His voice sounded like a growl and not his normal friendly routine.
He watched the girl looking the different people in the library staring at them. Maybe he had raised his voice a little loud.
"Um...Maybe we should continue this somewhere else."
Dean nodded in agreement. This was going to be a long night, he could already tell.
