Crawling From the Wreckage Ch. 7
Disclaimer: See first chapter
Author's Note: Just a short note to let you know my brother has started his physical therapy and is doing well. Once again, thank you for all the support and prayers sent up for him and my family. Sorry you had to wait so long for this chapter.
Previously: "Sonuvabitch, leave us alone," Dean yelled, throwing himself over Sam to try and stabilize his critically injured sibling as best he could when the truck began to shudder violently on its' side. Sam would never survive the trauma if the truck rolled again.
Cursing aloud as the truck undulated violently once again, nearly causing him to lose his hold on his baby brother, Dean looked up at his father with tear glistening in his eyes and pleaded, "Please Dad. You've got to do something. That demon bitch is going to kill Sammy."
"Damn it son, don't you think I know that," John voiced with a high degree of agitation at feeling so useless. He hated not being able to do as his eldest son requested. But he also knew that taking one step away from the slight protection that the truck offered him would leave him at the mercy of the demon's ability to manipulate his thoughts and feelings. He would be of no use to his sons if she turned him to a quivering mess. No, the best thing he could do right now was to try and keep his children from being thrown about if things came to worst. Bracing himself to take his boys full weight should the truck roll over once again, John knew he had to keep Sam as still as possible or he would surely lose his youngest, thereby costing him his eldest too. Dean would never survive the loss of his baby brother with his sanity still intact.
"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to sound so accusing. I'm just really scared for Sammy right now," Dean apologized as he took in the look of complete and utter despair on his father's face. He knew his Dad would give his life for Sammy in a heartbeat.
"You don't have to apologize for being worried about your brother Dean. Hell, I'm just as scared as you are," John admitted, as the truck gyrated wildly once again as the wind outside howled around them.
"I know you are Dad. It's just, I don't know what I'd do if without…" Dean's voice trailed off as his younger sibling began to seize.
"Shit," Dean swore with venom as his brother's body began to jerk spasmodically within his arms. "Can things get any damn worse than they already are?" Dean grumbled aloud as he began to loosen the button up shirt from around Sammy's neck to keep his little brother's way from being any more restricted than it already was with the position Sam was laying in.
"I think they just did," John thought to himself with an audible gasp as he noticed a huge-mouthed, snakelike creature sauntering up to the truck with reckless abandon. It could be none other than the Ala demon herself.
~~Supernatural~~
Sitting in the shotgun position of Caleb's vehicle as they traveled down the highway at an excessive rate of speed, Bobby couldn't help but bounce his leg nervously as the scenery whirred by. Yeah, he was a little afraid that Caleb could lose control of the car, but he was more afraid of what could be happening to the Winchester family at that very moment, especially since he knew the Ala demon was wrecking havoc in the area where John and his boys were last known to be.
Glancing at his watch for what must have been the fiftieth time, Bobby wondered how much longer it would take them to get to the lake Pleasant area. He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that if they didn't get to the family soon, they would surely lose them.
"Damn it Caleb, can't you go any faster?" Bobby groused irritably as he once again glanced at his watch, wondering if the second hand had even moved since the last time he looked at it.
"I'm doing the best I can. I've already got the pedal to the metal," Caleb informed his worried friend as he kept his hazel eyes focused intently on the road ahead, knowing that they should be approaching the turnoff for Jessup River Road soon. He just hoped it would be soon enough to save the small family. He had no sooner thought the words than he took note of the dark storm clouds that seemed to be centered in one area of the horizon about five or so miles up ahead.
"Bobby…"
"Yeah, I see it," Bobby retorted immediately having caught sight of the angry looking clouds himself. "Looks like the Winchesters have got one hell of an angry demon on their hands."
"Better reach into the backseat under that tarp and get the crossbow ready," Caleb informed his friend as he slowed down to make the turn which the road sign indicated was only a couple of miles up ahead. His gut instincts told him the Winchester were running out of time and they couldn't afford to bypass the road, thereby wasting some of that precious time.
Releasing his seatbelt as the vehicle slowed, Bobby reached into the backseat and grasped the olive green tarp that Caleb had used to hide the equipment and flung it uncaringly to the side. Grasping the crossbow, he carefully placed it in his lap before snatching the quiver of arrows and jar of eagles blood also. Removing the lid from the jar, Bobby then pulled a few arrows from the quiver and dipped the tips of them into the glass mason jar, making sure to saturate the arrow at least a quarter of the way up. He didn't want to take any chances.
Taking exceptional care to cock the weapon, Bobby held it carefully knowing they might have only one shot at taking the demon out with extreme prejudice.
~~Supernatural~~
Staring at the three hunters inside the truck with malicious eyes as she made her way towards the wrecked vehicle, the Ala demon focused her attention on the youngest boy who lay seizing in the blonde headed human's arms. The boy looked so tasty as he seized and she licked her grotesque lips with a forked tongue in anticipation of tasting the sweet tenderness of his young skin. The younger one with the chestnut colored hair would make quite a tasty meal for her soon, but first, first she would feed on the elder ones since she was quite ravenous, well, after she had fun with them that is.
Canting her head to the side as she turned her attention to the eldest of the trio, she was unsurprised to see a spark of defiance in his eyes as he glared at her with undiluted hatred. She would definitely have to teach the inferior human a lesson about bowing down to her superiority. And she couldn't think of a better way to do it than terrorizing him and his children in the last moments of their unworthy lives.
Raising her arms towards the sky, she chanted in a haunting tone and then smiled wickedly as nearby trees became uprooted and began to crash down all around the mangled truck. Watching as the terror began to build in the hunter's eyes as a large tree narrowly missed crushing them all to death, she savored the taste of fear that radiated off of him. My, what an exquisite taste the fear gave her causing her mouth to salivate uncontrollably. It was a taste that she could definitely get used to.
"Dad, what is it? What's happening?" Dean shouted above the roar of the storm as he kept eyes solely focused on his seizing brother while at the same time trying to keep Sam's injured head from bashing against the truck window once again. There was no way Sam could sustain another head injury without it having devastating consequences on his chances for survival.
"It's the demon son, she's here," John answered truthfully, trying to position himself in front of his sons as best he could in the mangled vehicle. With the way the winds were now swirling at hurricane force, he was afraid the cracked windshield of his truck would completely shatter and the broken shards would fly inward and cut his boys to pieces.
"Sonuvabitch," Dean cursed, while at the same time breathing a small sigh of relief as Sam's seizure finally subsided and the youngest Winchester relaxed into a deeper state of unconsciousness once again. If there was one thing to be thankful for, it was the fact that his baby brother wasn't awake to see what was happening.
"Dad, what are we going to do? How are we going to get ourselves out of this one," Dean queried anxiously before grasping one of Sam's hands and holding it tightly, praying that on some level, Sammy would know he was there for him. They had gotten out of a lot of tough hunts before, but he was honestly afraid for their lives this time.
"I wish I knew, son. I wish I knew" John thought as he tugged a calloused hand through his dark brown disheveled hair. He knew they were in deep shit this time and couldn't help thinking that if they died, at least they would die together as a family. The thought had no sooner crossed his mind when he could feel the truck vibrating as it began to lift off the ground.
"Hold on tight," he bellowed, praying to a God he wasn't sure he believed in that he and his boys would survive what was to come.
TBC Will Bobby and Caleb get there in time or will it be too late for the Winchesters?