Author's note: Alright, who's ready for an update? I am! Alright, Here's the second third of our story!
Rating: T, mild language in a few areas. Oh, and for those of you who don't know, Azazel is ol' yellow eyes.
As they followed the footprints, they got into the eart of the woods. Dean could hear voices and a rattling noise. He and Sam hid behind a tree. They listened in the conversation, and Dean motioned to Sam to be quiet.
"Let me go, I have to get back to my sons, they need me!" John shouted.
"Don't worry about Dean or Sam, I have someone after them right now," Azazel smirked, "You'll have your family reunion yet."
"You son of a bitch! I'll kill you if you touch a hair on their heads, I'l kill you!" John yelled.
"Dean!" Sam screamed. Dean immiediately turned around and saw one of Azazel's henchmen holding Sam.
"Let him go!" Dean yelled. Azazel and John both looked over in the boys' direction. "Run!" John yelled. "Bring them to me!" Azazel yelled.
The minion heard and reached in and grabbed Dean. Holding each boy with an arm, he made his way to Azazel. Dean fought furosciously, but to no avail. John watched helplessly as the possessed man brought the boys to Azazel. John rattled his cage that confined him.
"Dean! Sam!" John yelled out as he watched the henchman, making his way to Azazel. John dropped to his knees, knowing his boys were in trouble, and there was nothing he could do about it. Dean started thinking about everything he ever taught Sam, everything he ever told his little brother, when an idea popped into his brain.
"Sammy! Funkytown!" Dean yelled. As Dean yelled this, he and Sam both bit down as hard as they could on the demon's arm. Zegue, the henchman, dropped them on the ground. They tried to escaped, but Azazel got ahold of them, and made his way back to John's cage. John stood up now, glaring at Azazel. "What're you going to do to them? You better not hurt them!"
"Hurt them? John, I'm offended, I wouldn't dream of hurting Sammy or Dean, it's always been about Sam. Dean's just sorta there, being the protective older brother, it's quite cute, and rather annoying." Dean and Sam for the moment listened on, Dean was curious, and he wanted to know what this was all about, John wouldn't even tolerate the topic, around Sam, or not.
"You see John, it's never been about you, or Mary, or her friends, or even stubborn little Dean. Sam is special."
"what do you mean, 'special?'" John questioned.
"One day, little Sammy here'll grow up to be the leader of my army; we'll be invincible."
"Why him?"
"We're part of each other."
"What?!"
"He's the very thing you hunt, the very thing you loathe. He's part demon!"
"No! What've you done to my son?" John yelled.
As Dean listened, he couldn't believe it, he chose not to believe it. "Well Johnny-boy, I'm afraid this is where we bid adieu. I've got to get Sammy here on the wrong path." Azazel chuckled. John narrowed his eyes. "Oh c'mon John, it's a joke, lighten up, y'know right path, wrong path?"
"I'm not leaving without Dean!" Sam yelled. "Alright! We'll take him for now, but once you outgrow of your loneliness without Dean, off with his head!"
"No!" Sam screamed. The ground began to shake, and Dean and Sam fell effortlessly from Azazel's grasp. John's cage fell apart, and Dean instinctively grabbed Sam and placed themselves behind a tree. Suddenly, everything stopped. Sam ran out to check on John, when Dean saw Zegue pull out a gun. Dean's eyes grew wide in horror and John watched in terror as everything unravelled right before his eyes.
"Sammy lookout!" Dean yelled as he pushed Sam out of the way of an on-coming bullet from Zegue's gun. Dean dropped to his knees, holding his bleeding abdomin in his hands. Everything felt so slow, he watched as he saw the terror in John and Sam's eyes."Sam.." He mumbled, even as he bled out, his little brother was the only thing on his mind. He felt a cold numbness throughout his body, the last thing he remembered was John and Sam running to him, screaming his name, his little brother sobbing.