Sorry it's been a few! Busy with school and working on an update for 'Life With The Marauders'.
"Find them?" Mark asked his four year old brother as he exited the bathroom. Sam shook his head in response. Holding back a sigh, Mark said, "Well keep looking, Sammy. They've got to be here somewhere. Dean, are you packed yet?"
"Almost." Dean replied, stuffing his last article of clothing into his duffel bag and zipping it up. "Done!" he announced.
"Help Sammy find his shoes, please."
Dean rolled his eyes but joined the search for the youngest Winchester's shoes. John had finally finished his hunt three days after first checking into the motel and he had called his sons, ordering them to be ready to leave when he arrived. All the boys knew was their father had caught wind of a hunt a few hours away from where they currently were. As they were packing, Sam realized he couldn't find his shoes.
"Did you check outside?" Andy suggested. When they were at Pastor Jim's the pastor always requested they take their shoes off before entering his home so they wouldn't track mud.
"We haven't left the room, Andy." Mark reminded him as he tossed his duffel bag beside the door. The oldest son then grabbed each of his brothers' bags and put theirs with his.
Dean glanced around the room, watching as his brothers checked out random places; the refrigerator, under the sink, and even in the nightstand drawer. Sam had the tendency to put things in the oddest places and no one was too sure why. "Anyone look under the bed?" Dean questioned his three brothers.
Sam went down to the floor and looked under his and Dean's bed since that was the one he was closest to. Sure enough, there were his worn shoes. "Got 'em!" he cried out, reaching under the bed and grabbing the shoes. As he pulled the shoes towards him, he saw something else. He stuck his hand back under the bed and touched the thing.
With a loud yelp, Sam jerked his hand back and pushed himself up to a standing position before clutching his hand. As soon as his hand had touched the object under the bed, it felt as if a spark had run through his hand and traveled quickly through his body.
"What? What happened?" Dean asked worriedly, pulling his brother away from the bed as Mark got the shotgun that was lying against the wall next to the door. In a swift move, Mark was on the ground aiming the gun under the bed. But, to his surprise all he found was a small toy. Raising an eyebrow, the ten year old took the toy and stood up.
It was an old miniature car. The blue paint was chipped in a few places and a large yellow number two was painted on the roof. There was also a front wheel missing.
"It shocked me." Sam informed them, letting Dean inspect his hand. Finding no injuries on his brother, Dean let Sam's hand go.
Andy gave Sam a quick look over, too, and noticed the boy's feet. "Sammy, you're wearing socks. Remember what happened when we were at Bobby's house last year? We dragged our socks on the carpet in the study? Then we went around touching metal and it shocked us. Same thing."
"Oh…okay." Sam nodded, "Can I have the car?"
Mark shrugged, handing the toy car over to his baby brother. They didn't get to have many toys with them since they moved around so much. The rule was 'If it can't fit in your bag, don't bring it.' Pastor Jim and Bobby had a box or two of toys for them whenever they visited, though. But, it was just one car so Mark didn't see any problem with letting Sam keep the thing. There was definitely enough room for a small car like the one they'd found.
Sam happily played with the miniature car while Mark tied his shoe laces for him and all the way until John unlocked the front door and led them to the Impala.
A few hours later found the Winchesters eating at a cheap diner. Well, everyone but Sam was eating; he was too busy playing with his new toy.
John had noticed his son's occupation with the small car, "Sammy, son, you need to eat."
"Not hungry, Daddy." The small boy replied, eyes not leaving the car that was moving back and forth with the help of his index finger.
"Sam." The warning in the oldest Winchester's tone was clear.
A bit unhappily, Sam removed his finger from the blue car and began eating his hamburger and fries. John gave a quick nod of approval and the family of five continued eating.
Eventually, John pulled the Impala into a parking spot at the Yellow Moon Inn. The duffel bags, an army cot, and the weapons bag was carried inside after John purchased a room. The room had light gray carpeting and two beds. A small TV sat on the opposite wall of the beds. There was also a small table with two chairs. John put the weapons close to the table and glanced at his watch. It was about two in the afternoon, which meant he had plenty of time to research the latest hunt.
"Daddy? When are we gonna go back to Pastor Jim's? Or Uncle Bobby's?" Sam asked his father as he climbed onto one of the beds.
"I dunno, Sammy. Later." John told him. The father wished his boys could have that normal life they somewhat had while at Jim and Bobby's. They didn't have to make new friends since they'd been there several times before. But it was his job to take care of his sons, not Jim's and not Bobby's. He was their father and it was his responsibility. John was relieved when Sammy surprisingly quit questioning him. The hunter raised an eyebrow as he caught his youngest son eying the car strangely.
Throughout the whole trip from the previous motel, Sam had either played with the blue car or looked at it with an inquisitive expression on his face. John honestly couldn't find anything that fascinating about the car. It was some old, cheap toy that the boy had probably picked up somewhere or taken from Jim's house.
"How long are we going to be here, Dad?" Mark asked, pulling John from his thoughts.
"Not sure. I went ahead and put you three in school." He motioned towards Mark, Andy, and Dean. "I'll keep Sammy with me while you're all gone. How's that sound Tiger?"
Sam looked up from the car and gave a quick smile before returning all his attention to the car. Dean rolled his eyes and Andy stifled a laugh. Mark however gave the boy a strange look.
"Are we gonna go to the libery?" Sam inquired the next morning when John dropped his three oldest sons at Hoover's Elementary School.
"We're going to the library, son." John corrected with a look through the rear view mirror. Shockingly, Sam wasn't obsessing over the toy…but he did have it clutched in his hand.
"Oh." Sam nodded slowly. "Could you say that again?"
John hid a smile and said, "Library."
"Lie-berry."
"Right."
The conversation died soon afterwards as John drove to the local library. It took him a while to find since he was new to town, but when he did find it he parked as close as he could. He locked the doors to the Impala and grabbed Sam's small hand as they walked across the street. John kept a hold on his son's hand until they were in the reference section. While John searched for the items he needed, Sam sat on the floor and rolled the car around, that odd look on his face.
John quickly found what he was looking for and said, "Alright Sammy, let's go." He led his son to a table in the back of the library and began researching.
By the call he had received from Daniel Elkins earlier, there had been several deaths of children in the area. This was one reason he wanted to keep a close eye on Sam while the others were in school. He wouldn't leave the four year old by himself anyway, but this time he was paying closer attention. And because he was paying more attention to the boy, John saw Sam looked tired. Sure, Sam had nightmares but he fell asleep almost instantly after Dean calmed him down and the nightmares weren't every night but more like every other night. The father made a mental note to ask Dean if Sammy had slept at all last night.
John continued on with his research until it was almost time for him to go and pick up Mark, Andy, and Dean. "Ready to get outta here Sammy?"
Sammy nodded and jumped to his feet from where he was lying on the ground. The hunter noticed Sam did not have his toy car.
"Where's your toy?" John asked as he and Sam exited the library after he had put the books back in their shelves and returned the newspaper clippings.
The four year old replied, "I left it in the car. It was acting weird."
Taking the younger boy's hand John's inner hunter kicked in slightly. "Weird? How?"
Sam shrugged, "It moved."
A warning flag went up in John's head. It moved? Most parents would put it off to their child's imagination or maybe even say the child had moved the toy themselves, but most parents weren't hunters like John Winchester. John flash-backed to a month after Mary had died.
He had searched for psychics in the area and came across Missouri Mosley. The African-American woman had told him she felt some sort of negative energy in Sam's nursery in two spots; the area where the crib had been and a corner of the ceiling where John had witnessed his wife burn. Missouri had even made a few cryptic remarks about Sam: 'He's gonna be a strong one.' And 'Sometimes a bad thing can be turned into a good thing, John. Remember that.' John had come across other families where mothers and fathers died in an unexplainable house fire where all the kids were six months old.
The father had reluctantly informed Pastor Jim Murphy about his findings since Missouri had been the one to direct him to the religious man. He had hoped Jim could help him sort it all out. But Jim had had no answers. They'd called Missouri and she told them something had visited the Winchesters November 2, 1983. She wasn't sure what exactly, but something pure evil.
"Daddy…can we go now?" Sam asked, tugging at his father's hand. John shook himself and realized they were at the Impala and Sam was looking up at him innocently.
"Sure, let's go Sammy."
There was no way in hell something 'evil' had gotten in touch with his baby boy.
Hope you liked this chapter! Don't fret, the supernatural part will come up soon! I'm actually trying to make this a story longer than I usually make my stories.