Chapter Six
Sam and Dean stood at the corner of a building, looking at the gates in front of them.
"This is Terminal City?" asked Sam.
"Yep," said Dean.
"They just locked you all up in there?" asked Sam.
"At first," said Dean. "After about five months of the cops watching the perimeter, we finally came to an agreement. They agreed that we hadn't done anything wrong and deserved a chance. They passed a law that let us go about our own business…live our lives, buy a house, get a job. But, of course, what human is gonna hire a transgenic? And no one wants to live next to a transgenic, so…most of us are still here. Too much persecution in a regular neighborhood."
"It's like African American rights in the sixties all over again," said Sam.
"Almost," said Dean. He looked around them and spotted John's truck in the alley. "He's here."
They darted into the building, racing for the roof. They found John at the edge of the roof, rifle aimed at Terminal City. Dean looked to see him taking aim at Mole.
"Dad, no!" Dean called. He blurred forward and grabbed the rifle from John.
"What are you doing?" said John. "I had him in my sights!"
"They're not the man you're looking for," said Dean.
"I know," said John. "He was killed. This was his nest."
"Not all of them are like that!" Sam told him. "Just because one of them went psycho doesn't mean they all are!"
"These people are innocent," said Dean. "Are you gonna judge them just because they're different?"
"Of course not—" began John.
"Not everything we run into is evil," said Dean. "I mean, Mom was a ghost, but she saved us. These people have been persecuted enough, believe me."
John looked over at Terminal City and back at Dean. "You're sure they're not evil?"
"Positive," said Dean.
John let out a breath, running a hand over his face. "Thank God you boys got to me in time." He looked at them. "It's good to see you."
"You, too," said Dean. He embraced his father.
John pulled away and looked at Sam. "Hey, Sammy. Last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight."
"Yes, sir," said Sam.
"It's good to see you again," said John. "It's been a long time."
"Too long," said Sam.
John embraced Sam and pulled away. "What do you say we get a motel room for the night?"
"Okay," said Dean.
The three of them began heading for the staircase when Dean felt lightheaded all of a sudden. He stopped and held his arms out, steadying himself.
"You okay, Dean?" asked Sam.
Dean looked up at Sam, the dizziness gone. He smiled. "Yeah, just, uh…it's really high up here."
Sam laughed as they continued on their way.
Dean frowned. What the hell was that?
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Dean and Sam got out of the Impala as John got out of his truck. They began heading to the lobby to get a room.
"Don't move!"
Dean, Sam and John spun around to see a man with a gun pointed at them. They froze, watching the man closely.
"Give me your wallets!" said the man.
"Hate to break it to you, but we don't have wallets," said Dean.
"Shut up!" said the man. "Hurry up, or I start shooting!"
Dean glanced at Sam. Sam gave him a look: Do something. Dean rolled his eyes.
I really did not want Dad to find out like this.
Dean blurred to the man, grabbing the gun, and pointed it at the man. The man looked at Dean with wide eyes, and Dean saw realization of what Dean was in those eyes.
"I suggest you run," said Dean.
The man turned and ran. Dean pressed a button on the gun, releasing the magazine, which fell onto the ground. Dean tossed the gun to the side.
"Something you wanna tell me, Dean?" said John. Dean slowly turned to look at him. John had his eyebrows raised. "You're a transgenic?"
Dean frowned. "You know what transgenics are?"
"I was hunting them," said John. "Of course I know what they are. You're one of them?"
Dean smiled tensely. "Surprise."
John shook his head. "No, Mary and I would have known. We're your parents."
"You mean my adoptive parents?" said Dean.
John stared at him. "You know about that?"
Dean chuckled. "How do I not know? Manticore made it pretty damn clear from day one that I was adopted."
John frowned. "The whole time…you were…"
"Yeah," said Dean.
"The woman that took you once a year…" said John, "she wasn't your grandmother, was she?"
"No," said Dean.
John looked at Sam, frowning. "You're not freaked by this?"
Sam shrugged, shifting his feet. "Well…"
"You knew about this?" said John.
"Only for the past few days," said Sam.
"Is there anything else I should know?" said John.
Dean shrugged. "Sam's having visions."
Sam turned wide eyes on him. "Dean!"
"Hey, if I'm coming clean, you are too, pal," said Dean.
John looked at Sam. "Visions?"
"Well, sort of," said Sam. "It's dreams…that come true."
"When did this start?" asked John.
"About the time that Jess died," said Sam.
"When were you gonna tell me about this?" John told Dean.
"We didn't know what it meant," said Dean.
"Alright, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me," said John.
Dean looked at him. "Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad, I called you from Lawrence, alright? Sam and I have tried calling you dozens of times. I mean, getting you on the phone, I got a better chance of winning the lottery."
John nodded. "You're right. Although I'm not real crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry."
"Can we just get a room?" suggested Sam.
"Sure," said John. The three of them headed to the motel lobby.
The clerk nodded at Dean. "Nice job out there."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Let me guess: you don't house transgenics."
"Actually, I don't care," said the clerk.
Dean frowned. "You don't?"
"Yeah, you guys never did anything to me. Why should I hate you?"
Dean smiled gratefully. "Thank you." He turned to Sam and John. "There's hope for this world yet."
They paid for a room and unloaded their bags, settling down. John took the foldout couch while the boys took the beds.
Sam settled under the blankets, looking at Dean. "Wanna borrow my laptop again?"
John frowned at Dean. "It's midnight. Aren't you tired?"
"Transgenics only need, like, one hour of sleep," Dean told him.
John chuckled. "That explains a lot."
Dean looked at Sam. "No, I think I'll read or something. Exhausted my internet interest."
"Alright," said Sam. "Good night."
"Good night," said Dean.
Sam and John settled in for the night. Dean rubbed a hand across his forehead, bringing the hand away with sweat on it.
What is going on with me? Dean thought as he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.