Ch. 3
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I'm sorry for the delay life's just been a really bitch lately. On top of everything else I found out that a neighbor that I've known my whole life is not expected to live much longer. I knew she was she was sick but they said she would be ok. But now…
Anyways I really don't like this chapter I've rewritten it twenty times and I'm still not happy. I just wanted to get something out before I go back to school I hope it doesn't suck too much.
The only thing that belongs to me are my mistakes.
"Make it quick my son needs me," John snarled.
"Dom?" Carl asked, with a slight nod of the head towards Sammy.
With a defeated sigh the teen put a hand on the five year olds head and he instantly went limp.
"What the hell!?"
"I don't want the little one to hear what I have to say. If it's as bad as Dom says and I have no reason to doubt him then your son's either already dead or he's been turned. That distinction is hardly worth making because he's already lost."
"I still don't know what it is we're up against." Mac had been quiet splitting his concentration between his son and the conversation.
"You've heard of the boogey man, the thing under the bed or in the closet?" Tony asked.
"Wait a minute you're telling me the boogey man took my son?"
"A type of boogey man yes. Of course their main targets a children but they will take anyone they can lull into a false sense of security. But the most important thing is that you believe whatever you see is real then they can hurt you. If you don't believe whatever it is they make you see is real they can't touch," Carl explained.
"So it's as simple as not believing? Fine I don't believe now how do you kill these bastards?" John's body was almost shaking with the need to get to his oldest child.
"Anything you believe will work should get the job done."
"So it's all about belief?" The scholar asked.
"As freaking weird as that is yes pretty much," Tony nodded.
After placing Sam in Macs arms John was preparing to stand when a hand on his arm stopped him.
"Wait you don't believe they'll kill you. Let me…let me put a spell of protection on you. I'll come with you in case the spell doesn't hold and I can show you exactly where he is." Dom said big brown eyes pleading.
"You're a witch too. Why am I not surprised?" John snorted.
"What can I say I'm all kinds of weird."
"Fine but you're not going with me. Just tell me where he is I'll get him."
Dom looked at his dad and uncle for help.
"Good try kid put the invisibility spell on him to and he'll be fine alone. If they somehow break through one spell the other should hold. " .
"Dad," Dom said, with a hint of whine in his voice.
"Why wouldn't just the protection spell hold?" Mac asked, curiously.
"We think it has something to do with how strongly you believe. These are some tricky bastards."
"Dom!!" Tony and Carl said, together.
"Sorry," Dom replied not sounding or looking the least bit sorry.
"Just do the spells kid and hurry up," Winchester barked.
"They maybe able to sense you but they can't hurt you. Just remember you have to believe."
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Brotherhood
John took a deep breath before entering the door that opened into the abandoned building.
All around him shadows were undulating and shifting. Some would leap out at him looking like some kind of supernatural creature that would have had most men wetting their pants and running in the other direction.
Thanks to Dom's instructions John easily found his sons unconscious form curled up in a fetal position against the wall.
"Oh God Dean." Dean's jeans and shirt were ripped in several different areas revealing long swollen and pus filled scratches.
The knight was glad no one else was around to see his hand tremble as he reached out to feel for his boys' pulse. It was there but it was very faint his breathing so shallow it hardly moved his chest. His skin was so hot it burned to the touch.
The creatures danced around them snarling and trying to claw John with there razor sharp claws.
John pulled Dean to his chest holding him tight as he ran from the building. As soon as John stepped in to the sunlight Dean began to writhe and scream. Carl quickly covered the boy with his jacket and he became deathly still again.
"What the hell was that?"
"It's part of the transformation he'll be sensitive to the light until he's transformed, cured, or…dead. You need to follow us back to Tonys house I have a couple of ideas that might save your son."
"Why should we trust you?" John asked, staring suspiciously at the man.
"Have we lied to you yet?" Carl's voice was perfectly calm and full of reason.
"You know I'm tired of your suspicions, doubts and threats." Tony stood toe to toe with John Winchester even though he was not as large a man as Winchester he was almost as intimidating.
"I lost my oldest son because of these bastards and Carl lost his only child. And obviously you want to lose yours. If your boy doesn't die before the transformation is complete then good luck doing what you have to." Tony picked up his book bag and started down the alley.
"Let's go Dom," Tony called, when he realized the teen wasn't following him.
"Mr. Winchester I was about Sammy's age when my brother and cousin were taken. My brother died before he completely changed but what happened to my cousin was worse."
After carefully lying Sam down beside his brother Mac scooped up Caleb and followed behind the two men and the teenager.
"Mac?"
Ames turned to look at his best friend the fear of losing his son shining bright it his eyes.
"I don't know what else to do John, I can't lose my son."
Settling a son on each shoulder John stood and followed Mackland out of the alley way. Taking help from these people went against every one of John's instincts. The only reason he had tolerated them was because they had helped Caleb and had helped him get Dean back.
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Brotherhood
John was wondering where in the hell they were going as he followed Tony's truck and Macs rented car across town and down the streets of an upper class neighborhood. Just as he was considering trying to get in front of the truck it turned into the driveway of a large two story brick house. Instead of stopping in the driveway the truck pulled off onto the grass and stopped in front of the gate of a large privacy fence. After honking twice the double gates were open by two boys.
Tony was already talking to the boys in Italian as John and Mackland were getting their boys out of their vehicles.
"Follow me down to the basement. You can leave the little one on the couch if you want," Carl offered, leading the way to the basement.
"My boys stay with me."
"As you wish." Carl opened the door to the basement.
The basement was well lit and two hospital style beds were sitting in the middle of the room iv poles were standing beside them. Four women were bustling around the basement setting up equipment. Three of the walls were lined with cabinets the fourth held a sink and two refrigerates. A couch and two lounge chairs were over to one side of the room.
"Put Caleb on the far bed. My wife Susan is going to start an i.v. with the anti-venom. The other women are my sister in law Grace, our mother Anna, and our cousin Camellia." Each woman turned and nodded in turn at the hunters.
" Dom go get my new toy out of the store room. John lay Dean on the other bed. Grace start an iv we need to get some fluids in him."
"What kind of 'new toy'?" John asked, suspiciously.
"I just recently acquired a dialysis machine filtering his blood is the only way I can think to get the venom out quickly. The anti-venom will be way to slow for as advanced as Deans transformation. John you have to understand that this might not work he could still die his vitals are extremely weak and erratic. And if he completes the transformation to a 'Eater' then there's only one thing to be done."
"Carl, he's to dehydrated I can't find a vein I'm going to start a central line, "Grace said.
"I was afraid of that do what you have to just get fluids into him."
Anna came up beside Grace and began whispering to her.
"What's she saying," John snarled, menacingly. He still didn't trust these people the boy was a witch so someone had to teach him.
"She's commenting on the similarities between your son and my oldest."
"But we're not going to lose this little lamb," Anna said, in heavily accented English.
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Brotherhood
John had laid Sammy in the lounge chair and turned it so he could keep an eye on his youngest. He felt numb as he watched his son's blood be filtered through the machine.
The eight year old still look awful his skin was so pale it was almost transparent. His face was slack and he was completely non-responsive to John's attempts to rouse him. Grace hand cleaned out all of Dean's wounds and put in drainage tubes.
"Now that we have those two settled John why don't you take Sammy upstairs Dom can wake him up. I can fix him something to eat and he can play with Antonio and Carmine." Grace suggested running her fingers through Sammy's hair.
John gave her a hard untrusting look.
"Besides one of you needs to go up stairs and call someone named James Murphy."
"Jim called?" The Scholar looked up from his vigil.
"He called a few minutes before you got here. He said someone named Missouri called and told him. John everything that can be done for both boys is being done. It's little Sammy's turn to get some care he can't stay like that forever he needs to eat, drink, use the bathroom, play, take a bath." Grace again ran her fingers through the little boys tangled dirty hair. "John you've trusted us this far and I promise you I've lost a child and I'd never put another parent through that pain."
Sorry it's so short I'm just in a funk. Please review each one will be like a big hug from Dean and Sam.
Sorry for the pity party.