"You OK, Sam?" John asked.
Sam nodded.
"Are we really going to do this?" Dean asked.
Sam whimpered some more.
"Of course we are," John said. He was going to have to figure a way out of this fast, but it would have to be silently. "Let's go. We were headed to a werewolf hunt, remember?"
"Yeah, Dad," Dean said. He still wasn't sure whether they were doing this or not, but he was finally realizing he needed to watch what he said.
SSS
They got to a motel a couple hours later. There had been werewolf attacks last month, but they had missed the full moon, and the cycle started the next night. Nothing they could do until tomorrow when they were going to stake out the hunting grounds. Of course, they were used to just shooting the suckers, not trying to figure out how to capture them.
Sam headed to the bathroom. When he closed the door behind him, he felt the bracelet thingy giving off pain. He quickly opened the door. The pain left.
"Why'd you leave the door open?" Dean asked when he came out.
"I have to be with you at all times, remember?"
"Let's look up those werewolf murders from last month," John said and pulled out their computer. He put his finger to his lips. He intended to email Bobby Singer and find out if he could figure out a way to help them. Dean nodded. He watched over his dad's shoulder.
Bobby,
We ran into a demon today. His name's Crowley. He slipped some device on Sam that lets him hurt him with just a thought. He can hear everything we say. SOS.
John
He hit the send button. "Everything just as I remember it. We head off to the docks tomorrow night to find the werewolf.
"How are we going to capture it?" Sam asked.
"Good question," John muttered.
"Silver rope?" Dean asked. He had never heard of such a thing, but they had to figure something out before tomorrow night.
"Take too long to melt silver into rope," John mused. "We do have some iron netting. That should work."
"But iron doesn't kill werewolves, silver does," Sam argued.
"Yes, but iron affects all supernatural creatures to some extent," John assured them. "It should work." He hoped so anyway. More than that, he hoped Bobby got back to them before tomorrow night. He did not want to work with a demon. He didn't know why he wanted the creatures, but it had to be for some nefarious reason.
Dean could tell his father wasn't sure. "Let's go to bed, Sammy." It was the only way he could be sure he wouldn't say anything to piss the demon off and earn Sam another zap.
SSS
John woke before the boys and booted up the computer to check his email. He hoped Bobby had checked his email and found something out.
John,
Did some research. If that device is what I think it is, we're in serious trouble. Not only can the demon give Sam pain with a thought, he can also kill him. The good news is it can be deactivated by dunking it in holy water. Of course, the problem is, you're not going to be able to make holy water without the demon knowing. So, I'll bring it to you. Where are you?
Bobby
John wanted to sigh in relief, but was afraid the demon might here and wonder what was going on. He emailed Bobby back their location and told him where they were going to be hunting tonight. He only hoped Bobby could get to them and get Sam's wrist in the holy water before Crowley heard what was happening. He left the computer up so the boys could see the email when they woke up. Didn't need them alerting Crowley when they saw Bobby.
Sam woke up first. He usually did. John put his fingers to his lips and pointed at the screen. Sam read it and nodded. "What are we doing while we wait for tonight?" he asked aloud.
Dean was just getting up at this point, "Getting something to eat, I hope."
John smiled. You could always depend on Dean's appetite to never fail no matter what else was going on.
"Yeah, let's go get breakfast," John agreed and pointed to the screen for Dean to read, while they all got dressed.
SSS
They went to a nearby diner. John sitting on one side of the booth, Sam and Dean on the other with Dean on the outside. It was their standard arrangement. Dean wasn't going to go to the bathroom today, though. No way he would ever let some monster get access to his brother again.
Dean noticed his father looking up and scrunching his face up in confusion.
"What is it, Dad?" Dean asked.
"Not sure. It's weird."
The man John had been watching approached the table. "Noticed you staring at me," he said.
"I'm sorry. It's just that you look exactly like my wife's father," John said. The man had died about ten years before Sam had been born, though, so he was sure it couldn't be him.
Sam and Dean looked up. They had never even seen pictures of any of their grandparents. Sam was a little worried seeing him. He did not want to be bald like this man.
"That's because I'm him, John."
"What?" John asked.
"A demon named Crowley brought me back. Then he sent me here to help you with a werewolf hunt. I've been capturing creatures for him by myself so it'll be nice to have a little help. I doubt you'll be much help, but Mary's boys have Campbell in them. They'll do just fine," he said as he sat down next to John.
Sam and Dean were too stunned to say anything.
"Why are you working with a demon?" John asked,
"He said he could bring Mary back," Samuel answered.
"That's not a good idea," John said. He wanted Mary back more than anything in the world, but everybody knew no good came of a demon deal. He would probably just double cross them in the end.
"You're working with him, too," Samuel pointed out. That was one of the things he had never liked about John. Even when he was young, he always acted so high and mighty and sure of himself.
"We have no choice. He hurts Sammy when we don't do what he wants."
Samuel smiled. "Yes, I heard my grandsons were named after me and my wife."
"Hear that, Sam? You were named after a girl," Dean smirked, assuming his grandmother's name was Samantha, from this exchange.
"Actually, Sam's named after me, you're named after my wife," Samuel said.
Sam laughed for the first time in days. John smiled to hear it. He was sick of Sam always sulking. Then he remembered their situation. Sam sulking was definitely better than Sam dead.
"Well, we don't like working with hunters we've never worked with before. We've got this," John said.
Sam didn't want to make a scene, so he grabbed Dean's wrist and squeezed as hard as he could while twisting his face into a grimace.
"OK, you can go," John and Dean said at the same time.
Sam relaxed. Each time the pain was increasing a bit. He didn't want to tell his dad and Dean though. His father was always complaining that he whined too much. He was surprised he hadn't heard that lecture yet since the bracelet was put on.
"Are you really fine with your grandson being held hostage like this?" John asked. He quickly looked at Sam. He had asked that on the spur of the moment and now wasn't sure if it would cause Sam pain. Sam had no change of expression, though, so he turned his attention back to Samuel.
"Of course I'm not OK with it, but I'll do anything I can to get Mary back. You telling me you don't feel the same way about them?" Samuel asked, indicating his two grandsons across the table. "Then again, I've heard through the grapevine you're not much of a father."
"Hey!" Dean said. The only person he let insult his dad was Sam. And even then he made sure it didn't go too far.
"It's OK, Dean. He's right. I'm not exactly Father of the Year and you boys know it," John admitted. He hadn't done right by his kids.
"You got a room? We should go back there and rest up for tonight," Samuel said.
"We can just meet up when it's time for the hunt," John countered. He didn't want to spend the rest of the day with this guy. He remembered him from before he died. He was always on him about not being good enough for Mary. Well, that was a given. Nobody was good enough for Mary. But, still, he didn't have to treat him like dirt.
"I'm giving the orders on this hunt," Samuel said and looked pointedly at Sam.
"So, now you're not only OK with a demon holding him hostage, you're getting in on the act yourself?" John accused. He wasn't sure if Samuel had the authority or not. He wanted to email Bobby and let him know of the new development, but if Samuel came back with them he wouldn't be able to.
"If you mess this hunt up, Mary stays dead. I can't live with that," Samuel said. "Let's go. I'll follow you."
