Ruins Of Dusk

by Cloris77

The world moves by without taking notice of the chaos that engulfs it. Only the Hunters understand the real dangers around them. Ten years ago a door was created between the worlds that many seek to open wide to unleash the full fury of the underworld. A curly haired child may hold the key to shutting the gates of hell for good.

2. Chapter 2

Ruins Of Dusk - Chapter 2

Family Business

Across town in the cheapest hotel Eustis had to offer the Winchesters sat eating in silence. If the silence wasn't enough to depress you the stale smell of beer, drip of the faucet, and flickering lamp light would have done the trick. Though somehow even in such an oppressive atmosphere Dean managed to find the energy to make his little brother smile. "So Sammy I hear Mr. Wes has a daughter your age. Pretty too...maybe you can go make doe eyes at her while dad looks around tomorrow." he said nudging Sammy with his elbow. Sam ducked his face towards his plate and smiled sheepishly. Their father John replied grim faced "Yeah why not I'm sure Wes doesn't have that old sawed off anymore." The boy's mouths hung open slightly as they stared at their father who then broke into a wide grin.

Their laughter was cut short by the ringing of John's phone. John quickly answered "Agent Larri speaking, what can I help you with?" His brow furrowed as he listened. "Alright Bobby thanks for the heads up." he clicked the phone shut pressing it to his forehead. "What's wrong dad?" Dean asked worried. "Bobby's been putting feelers out in the hunter community to see if they'd caught wind of anything demonic recently. Seems that I was right about the farm. There's been a multitude of omens cropping up around the area, and that farm is right in the center of all the activity." he answered quietly. "Omens like the ones...with mom?" Sam whispered. John only nodded yes in response. Dean's eyes went wide as he asked "Does that mean he's here then?" John's jaw clenched as he nodded "I believe he is son, and judging by the storm brewing outside I'd say he's here to celebrate." The clock ticked over to 2:28 AM Dean managed to choke out "Happy Birthday Sammy".

Morning light drifted through the blinds waking Sam. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he stumbled out of bed only to be greeted by Dean as he returned from getting everyone breakfast. "Morning Sammy, food." he said smiling as he heft the brown paper bag on the table. "Oh and ...here." he said pushing a haphazardly wrapped lump in Sam's direction. His reward a lopsided grin from his little brother as he unwrapped his gift, a copy of Pillar of Flame. "Thanks Dean, I love it" he said smiling up at his brother.