When Two Worlds Collide Ch. 3
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Previously: "No problem Tiger." Dean replied as he reached over to card his fingers through Sam's hair. He continued with the soothing motion until he could hear his brother emitting soft, even breaths indicating that he had faded off to sleep. As he sat there beside Sam, Dean hoped that his father was right, that the nosebleed was caused by the dry air in the car and wasn't a sign of something worse.
A few hours later found the Winchester arriving at Bobby's place, John having made the drive without stopping since his youngest was deeply ensconced in sleep. He had mentioned stopping for food once along the way, but Dean quickly negated the idea stating that Sammy obviously needed the rest and that he wasn't hungry anyway. Deciding that he really didn't want to argue with Dean while he was in "mother hen" mode, John caved to eldest child's wishes and continued on. Parking beside Bobby's old 1968 Ford F350 pick up truck that sat in his front yard, John turned to face Dean. "Wake your brother up Ace while I get our things out of the trunk. John ordered, just before climbing out of the car.
"Yes Sir." Dean replied automatically as he focused his attention on Sammy who's head now lay pillowed in his lap. At one point during the drive, Sam had starting moaning in his sleep and Dean had coaxed him into laying down so he could rest a little more comfortably without him ever fully awakening. Gently placing a hand on Sammy's shoulder, he gave him a light shake. "Time to wake up kiddo, you can't pretend to be Sleeping Beauty forever." Dean stated with a grin as he watched Sammy rousing.
"Shut up jerk." Sam stated with a yawn as he pushed himself to a sitting position and wiped the sleep from his eyes. "Where are we?"
"Well, if you'd bother to open your eyes princess, you'd see we're at Bobby's place." Dean said as he reached out to ruffle Sam's hair affectionately. "How you feeling Tiger?"
"M'fine" Sam answered with a genuine smile, actually feeling better than he had in a long while. Maybe all he really needed was to recharge his batteries with a nice long nap.
"If you two girls are finished talking in there, Bobby is waiting for us to go inside." John voiced as he started towards the hunter's house carrying their duffle bags and not bothering to wait on his boys.
"Hey, I resent that remark. Sammy's the one with the girly hair, not me." Dean called out with a smirk as he threw open the door of the Impala and climbed out, Sammy doing the same from the other side. Walking towards the front of the car, Dean waited for his brother to get side by side with him before starting towards Bobby's house. Even though Sammy said he was feeling better, Dean wasn't taking any chances on the kid becoming weak and passing out.
Ignoring his brother's jibe as he strode across the yard and up the steps, Sam held out his hand to Bobby. "It's good to see you again Bobby."
Taking the offered hand and pulling Sam into a bear hug, Bobby replied, "It's good to see you again too kid, it's been too damn long. Pulling back from the sixteen year old, Bobby couldn't believe how tall the youngest Winchester had grown since the last time he had seen the family. "Damn kid, you've gotten tall. What the hell they been feeding ya?"
"Anything and everything we could find." Dean answered jokingly for Sam as he threw his leather jacket over the back of the couch. "The kid eats like a horse."
"Leave your brother alone ya idjit." Bobby grinned as he reached out to shake Dean's hand knowing John's oldest shied away from what he referred to as chick flick moments. Taking a moment to gaze at the boys, he was relieved that they seemed to be in relatively good health. Sam seemed to be a little pale to him, but he knew the Winchesters had come off a rough hunt.
"Sure thing old man." Dean retorted, dodging the ball cap that Bobby swiped towards his head for the remark. "Hey Bobby, you got anything to eat, I'm starving?"
"Got a roast and taters in the oven." Bobby answered. "He knew the family would arrive around dinner time and figured the boys could use a good home cooked meal for once as compared to all the take out John ordered for them.
"Awesome dude." Dean chortled as he rubbed his stomach and made his way to the kitchen already planning on a second and possibly third helping.
"And he says I eat like a horse." Sam mockingly stated as he watched Dean make his way to the kitchen before following him.
Shaking his head at his boys, John couldn't help but laugh at the way the two picked at each other. "Guess we better get in there before those two leave us with nothing." John snickered knowing just how true the words could be.
Once the hunters had finished their evening meal, Bobby and John sat down to plan the upcoming hunt while Dean cleaned their arsenal and Sam did more research on the adlets. They needed as much information as they could find and hoped that Sam would be able to come up with more since the kid was a whiz at researching.
While waiting on the Winchesters to arrive, Bobby had done some more reading and established that adlets did indeed like to hunt in packs and they would announce their approach with ear piercing howls that were meant to paralyze their fear with prey. He had also learned that the supernatural creatures enjoyed putting their victims through the most painful death imaginable by crushing their bones with their powerful jaws. Learning that the adlets were totally carnivorous, he knew they would have to be careful during the hunt as fresh blood would drive them into a feeding frenzy.
Going over all the information he had gathered for a third time, Bobby scrubbed a calloused hand across his chin as he looked up at John. " I Just wish we knew for sure what would kill the bastards."
"Think I might be able to help you there Bobby." Sam informed the hunter as he carried one of Bobby's old, dusty books to the table. "It says here that adlets are immune to most forms of injury, and that the only way to kill it is with silver and fire. It does mention that they could possibly be killed by decapitation also, but that it's highly dangerous to fight the creatures in close combat since they have razor sharp talons on their hands and feet and a mouth full of dagger like teeth.
"You did good son." John praised as he reached out to squeeze Sam's shoulder lightly upon hearing the information. Even though he was young, Sam was one of the best when it came to research and he could always count on his youngest to come through for them in a pinch.
"Thanks Dad." Sam stated, surprised at the freely given praise since it was an unusual thing for his father to do.
"You find anything else we should know Sammy?" Dean queried as put his silver glock back together after giving it a thorough cleaning.
"Only that the adlet's senses of sight, smell, and hearing are extremely acute. Supposedly it can see very well in the dark and can smell a human from over a mile away. The book also mentions that they can hear the approach of the most stealthiest of hunters." Sam answered a little uneasily.
"That just means we'll have to be extra careful on this one son." John voiced to try and ease Sam's fear as he started making a list of the things they would need for the hunt. He wanted to make sure they had plenty of silver rounds, as well as some torches and flint. He hoped if push came to shove and they found themselves surrounded by the adlets, that he would be able to use the torches to hold the creatures at bay long enough for them to kill the things.
Finally noticing how late it was getting, Bobby thought it would be best for them all to retire for the night seeing as how their next night would probably be spent with them hopefully killing the supernatural beings while everyone else slept blissfully unaware of the dangers out there in the world. "I don't know about you idjits, but I'm spent. I'm going to bed, see you all in the morning." Bobby announced with a yawn.
"Yeah, I think it's about time we all get some sleep." John agreed as he looked at his watch to see it was well past midnight now.
"Yes Sir." Dean and Sam both added in tandem knowing that it was an order and not a suggestion. They would need a good night's sleep to be prepared for the hunt tomorrow.
Grabbing their duffle bags from the floor where their father had placed them, Dean and Sam both trudged up the stairs to the room they always shared when staying at Bobby's house. Entering their room, Dean placed his duffle at the bottom of the bed closest to the door. Even though Bobby's place was protected by wards and sigils, he always made sure he would be the first line of defense for Sam should anything come bursting through the door.
Placing his gear at the foot of the other bed, Sam sat down and began to unlace his sneakers. "Hey Dean, I was thinking maybe we should talk to Dad and Bobby about calling Joshua and Caleb in on this hunt." Sam stated, worried that they might be taking on more than they could handle with this latest hunt.
"No can do, kiddo. Josh and Caleb are up in New Hampshire hunting down a selkie, they'd never get here in time. Besides, you know Dad isn't going to let this hunt go for more than a night or two, especially since those vampire wanna be's have already killed an innocent child.
"Yeah, I know, it's just I'm a little worried is all." Sam replied with a sigh as he pulled off his long sleeved shirt and then stood up to remove his jeans.
"Sammy, what the hell?" Dean gasped as he noticed the shin rash that was covering his brother's extremities. Walking quickly over to his brother's bed, he grasped his arms and then looked at the red dots that stood out vividly on the pale skin.
"I don't know Dean, it wasn't there when I woke up this morning." Sam answered, perplexed at when he could have developed the rash. "Maybe it's just an allergic reaction the new stuff dad used the other day to wash our clothes in."
"Maybe so, but we better keep an eye on it just in case." Dean voiced with concern, noticing the way the rash also covered his brother's chest and back. He couldn't help but worry that the skin rash, combined with the exhaustion and bloody nose that Sam suffered early, could be pointing to signs of something medically wrong with his brother.
TBC Another piece of the puzzle is added with the skin rash, could Dean be right? Is something seriously wrong with his little brother?