Part three of four as of now. I think I want to try out the Doppelganger story next if anyone is interested. Takes place after Sanity and Visions and Nightmares.
Rated M for language and violence.
Summary: The boys are off on their newest hunt, but neither of them were prepared for the outcome. Between an unexpected werewolf attack and a very pissed off demon, the boys have a rocky road ahead of them. Are they up to the challenge?
Disclaimer: I do not own Sam, Dean, Bobby, Missouri, or anything Supernatural related, but the story is mine. Enjoy!!
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"Bobby's not answering, Dean. Now what?"
"Alright, uh… call Ash. He's helped us track down the damn thing before. See if he can find any of the usual signs."
"Sure thing." Sam went to make the call, then paused.
"What is it, Sam?" Dean asked, still irritated with his brother for the stunt he pulled.
"It's just… this doesn't make any sense to me, man. What do you think he wants?"
Dean could hear the fear in his brother's voice and immediately his big brother instincts kicked in, converting his irritation into the need to take care of Sammy. He sighed at his weakness.
"I dunno, Sam, but it doesn't matter. Whatever he wants, he ain't gettin' it so relax."
"You know he's using Jo as bait for you, right?"
"After searching his mind for an answer to calm his brother's nerves and failing miserably, Dean confessed.
"Yeah. I do. But I'm not gonna let him have her, man. I can't…" continue to fail the people I care about Dean's mind added silently.
Sam nodded feeling the same way but wishing there was another option.
"God, I wish dad was here, Dean. He'd know what to do."
Dean's eyes flashed with pain before he could conceal it. Sam pretended not to have noticed.
"Me too, Sammy. Me too," Dean admitted, gently fingering the necklace around his throat.
He was immediately assaulted by an old memory of his dad handing him that very necklace as his eighteenth birthday present.
"Wear this, and I will always be with you, son," his dad had promised. At that age, Dean was fully willing to believe that and the fact that his father would be around forever. He was the great, invincible John Winchester after all. Now, he would give anything for it to have been true.
When the Impala jolted from a fairly deep pothole that Dean hadn't seen due to his reminiscing, he was brought back to reality with a sharp abruptness.
"You alright, man?" Sam asked concernedly.
"Yeah… yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that baby," he added to his car, patting the dashboard. "What?" he asked Sam when he noticed the humorous look he was receiving from his little brother.
"Dude… seriously? You're apologizing to a machine?"
Dean rolled his eyes and blushed slightly. "Just make the damn call, Sam."
"So… what? You think I'm just going to sit here like a good little girl while you try to kill the boys?" Jo asked, trying to get the demon to divulge more of its plan.
"First of all, I don't think you have much of a choice in the matter, and second, it is not my intention to kill them. They are far too important for that. At the moment, anyways," he added with a smirk.
"Why? Why are they so important? You know Dean won't lead your army, and Sam won't be your special child. So what the hell else do you want from them?"
"Oh, I don't want to spoil the surprise. Just wait and see, doll. Wait and see."
"So, Ash says there are no signs of a demonic presence anywhere on the map. Looks like our old friend has learned a few new tricks. However, there have been a few hunters that have called in recently to alert the roadhouse of increased werewolf activity nearby. Think that's definitely worth checking out," Sam informed Dean.
"Damn straight. Where?"
"Uh… they were spotted going in and out of an underground tunnel system, 'bout ten blocks from the hotel."
"Hang on." Dean pulled a hard u-turn and headed back towards the motel, a new fire ablaze inside him now that they finally had a lead.
Half an hour later, Dean had hidden the Impala in the shade of a few trees and the boys were trekking towards the aforementioned location on foot.
Dean groaned as he stumbled slightly on the rough terrain, his skin pulling against his stitches.
"You okay, man?" Sam questioned.
"Ask me that when we've found Jo and gotten the hell out of here," came Dean's reply.
Sam and Dean reached the beginning of the tunnel. A large metal cover, much like a sewer drain cover, barred their entrance.
"You push, I pull?" Dean suggested. Sam nodded and readied himself. Before they had a chance to budge the cover, a low growl was heard just behind Dean. He slowly straightened up and turned, coming face to face with a six foot eight wolf. "Jesus… nice doggy…"
The growling began to multiply and soon the boys found themselves surrounded by seven wolves of all shapes and sizes. The boys moved slightly away from the cover, standing back to back in a fighting stance.
"Hey, Sammy… you don't happen to have a T-bone hidden in your pocket, do ya?" Dean asked, only half joking.
"Not since the last time I checked, Dean." Realizing how outnumbered they were, they slowly began to raise their hands, trying their hardest not to appear threatening. Two of the wolves cautiously advanced towards them.
As the tallest one reached out to check Dean for weapons, a gunshot was heard startling everyone present, and then the wolf slowly collapsed to the ground. Dean and Sam quickly scanned the area, looking for the source of the shot.
Mere seconds after the first shot, a second shot rang out, catching another wolf in the shoulder. It was enough to hurt like hell, but it wasn't a kill shot.
With this second shot, the boys were able to pinpoint the source. Unfortunately, so did the wolves. Two went dive bombing the shooter while the other four stood guard over the boys.
After a short scuffle behind the brush that the shooter was using for cover, the two wolves dragged an unconscious Bobby towards the door. Dean made to advance towards his wounded friend but was waylaid by two of the wolves guarding him and Sam.
"Bobby?" he called out instead. He received no response.
Two of the strongest wolves remaining grabbed Sam and Dean by the throats and held them still as two others patted them down for weapons. As suspected, they found one gun on each of them and an extra knife in Dean's boot.
One of the wolves pushed the cover leading to the tunnels off with ease, almost embarrassing the brothers. The two that attacked Bobby dragged him down into the depths of the underground. The rest pushed and prodded the brothers, forcing them to follow.
"Great… now we've gotta save two people as well as ourselves. Not to mention blasting the bastard back to hell. It's not lookin' good, Sammy," Dean whispered to his brother who walked ridiculously close to his big brother for comfort as well as to help keep Dean on his feet.
"One problem at a time, Dean, okay? First, we need to locate Jo."
They were suddenly forced apart as a wolf jumped between them, not caring that the force of its pounce nearly sent the brothers into opposite walls.
"No more talking," it growled out.
The rest of the journey was traveled in silence.
"What are you going to do when they get here? Where are your lap dogs?" Jo inquired.
"My pets are always close now that they are working with me. They have orders to attack and defend, but not kill. They will bring my boys home soon enough."
"They aren't your boys and they'll kill your damn dogs before they lay a tooth…"
"Hush now… here they come." At his words, a gag appeared in Jo's mouth. She struggled against the intrusion but to no avail. All she could do was watch and wait. At the most, she could muster a mumble, but knowing the boys, that would just bring them into the demon's clutches that much faster. She decided to keep silent and hope the boys could thwart the demon once again.
One last turn led the boys into a larger opening where their eyes fell on a restrained Jo and a gleeful demon. Talk about dejavu…
"Welcome home, my sons," the demon cooed.
TBC
You know what to do!!! Plenty of action to follow.