Chapter 6
Sam lay back on his bed, looking up at the ceiling while Dean stitched up his arm. There had been enough blood loss for the two eldest Winchester's to debate whether or not to take Sam to a hospital. Sam had argued with them though, like he always did, and Dean was lucky that he was able to stitch Sam up. He fell asleep soon after. Dean looked at John as he stood looking out the window of the room.
"So, Dad," Dean began as he put the first aid supplies away. "You said that you had a theory about Michelle. What was it?" Dean asked. John let the curtain fall into place. He went to a chair and set down. Dean took his lead and set down at the table across from him. John looked tired, like he'd fought a whole war in one day. But Dean couldn't blame him.
"Well, you know how Freddy was tormenting Sammy with your face?" John asked.
"Yeah." Dean said with a shudder. Never would he be able to get that image out of his head.
"Well, what if Freddy's killing those people while wearing Sam's face?" John asked. Dean set there for a moment, considering it.
"He's wearing Sam to the costume party." Dean said. "Damn. I'm gonna kill him. I swear I'm gonna kill him."
"We have to find him first." John said. He looked over at Sam, who was sleeping peacefully. "We can't just point and shoot at everything that may be him. It's too dangerous. Sam could die because of it."
"I know." Dean said, slight fear in his voice. "That's why I found another one of Freddy's victims. I may be able to talk to him." Dean opened up the laptop and showed a smiling face of a boy that looked about Sam's age. John read the article.
"Jesse Walsh." John said. "Where is he?"
"He use to live in Springwood, in Nancy's old house where everyone was killed, but dropped off the map after his bus was hijacked by an unseen force and one of his good friends named Kerry was killed on it when something impaled him through the chest." Dean explained. "I tracked him to Sheridan, Wyoming, which is about an hour or so drive from here. His name is Casey Scott and his living there with his wife Elizabeth, who use to be Lisa Webber." Dean explained. John nodded his head.
"So, you're going to be leaving soon then?" John asked. Dean looked up at him.
"I can't leave him." Dean said. "We went through this together last time. I'm not leaving him alone again."
"Dean, I'm here." John said. "I can protect him just as well as you can."
"I know...it's just..." Dean trailed off. He looked over at Sam, who's chest was slowly moving up and down. For once, a peaceful sleep.
"Dean, the sooner you go talk to this Jesse or whatever his name is, the sooner we can get that bastard away from Sam and end this once and for all." John said. Dean nodded his head.
"Yeah." Dean said. So, not even ten minutes later, Dean was leaving for Sheridan, Wyoming from Dayton. After running through all the safety checks, Dean departed, leaving John and Sam alone. After the roar of the Impala's engine was long gone, John stood at the foot of Sam's bed, smiling.
"I got you right where I want you Sammy." He laughed. He fell to the floor as the smoking figure of a man stood next to Sam and touched his bare skin.
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