John and the boys had left the hotel room for food, when they returned with some food for Christina, she was gone. A note had been placed on the pillows that said simply "Sorry".
"What a way to thank us," Dean snarled who sat down in a chair. "We go out buy her a hot meal give her a bed and she leaves?"
"Dean that's enough." John said calmly placing the food he was saving for Christina in the fridge and sat down at the table deep in thought. 'I guess it was a good thing she left,' he thought starting to eat the cheeseburger he had. 'She looked too much like Mary.'
"Dad?" Sam's voice brought the older man out of his thoughts.
"What?" John asked looking at a notebook that had been laid out in front of them a few x's and o's with arrows pointing all over the place. "A football play?" He asked
"Close enough," Dean said with a smile and a half a mouth full of food. "But since I'll be participating, hopefully doing a good job pretending that I've been surfing for at least ten years, I'll hopefully drag the creature or whatever to come out and come after me. Since I'm more used to creatures I'll probably give it some trouble for Sam," he pointed down to the diagram at a small x, "to take it out with a silver bullet from here." Dean pointed to a small circled a small portion of the bluffs.
"What about me?" John asked when he saw a couple of x's on the beach.
"You stay here in case things go wrong." Dean pointed to a x that was a was drawn somewhere on the beach. "I guess you'll have to be our only backup plan since she left us all alone."
"She took that knife with her dad." Sam said with a small smile. "I guess she thought we'd be mad if she did."
"I say it again, what an idiot." Dean said and closed the notebook. The three Winchesters ate the rest of their meal in silence.
~E.S.~
The long awaited surfboarding competition was drawing closer and Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed his legs bouncing nervously as he stared at the surfboard he had bought. Sam walked in and stared at his brother who was uncharacteristically freaked out.
"You worried that you're going to be a father?" He joked tossing down a large gun case on the bed behind Dean.
"Shut up." The oldest Winchester brother said standing up and picking up the fiberglass board in his hands. "Just trying not to freak myself out." He said walking to the mirror that was above the TV. He adjusted the shoulder wrap over his arm making sure it wouldn't fall. "Wish me luck."
"Okay, break a leg." Sam said with a smile and Dean glared at him as they walked out towards the beach together until Dean handed Sam the keys to the Impala so that he could get to the bluffs to help Dean if things went wrong.
~E.S.~
John felt strange as he sat near the middle of the beach as it was extremely busy even with the attack. The news of a new surfboard competition of having ten brave surfers made everyone bear the heat and to risk having another attack. "Mr. Henderson." John turned around and felt his face tighten as he felt strange smiling at Christina who took one of the empty seats that was next to him, and sat down.
"It's actually Win-"
"Attention Ladies and Gentleman," the loud speakers began to upbeat music and several kids began to jump up and down dancing up and down. "Welcome to the wonderful Monterrey Bay California beach!" Loud cheers and claps erupted through the entire beach. "It's a pleasant 97 degrees and we're about to welcome our fine ten competitors. And here they are folks! At Number one: Nick Glove!" Cheers as a tent near the announcement booth had it's flap opened and a man in his mid twenties came running out and went straight to the ocean gliding on top of the water on his board as he began to paddle out quickly. "Number Two and Three: Danny and Steven Bright!" More cheers and claps. "Number Four: Sven Dominic. Numbers Five and Six: Billy Yolks and Freddy Miller!" John jumped to his feet cupping his hands over his eyes as he knew his oldest was going to make an appearance very soon. "Numbers Seven and Eight: Dean Hendricks and Marvin Coats!" John let out a whoop and a yell as he saw his oldest run throwing his fist in the air as he expertly jumped into the water and started to paddle. "And our last two members: Derick Smith and Pat Green! Lets give our competitors a round of applause!"
"Must be very happy with your son right Mr. Henderson?"
"You better believe it." John said, and he saw something shining momentarily from up on the bluffs a few hundred yards away and knew it must be his youngest ready to protect his brother and the other beach goers.
"Alright lets get this competition started!" The beach erupted into cheers and claps making John instantly tense up as he always did when he had to try and hunt with a crowd of people messing with his mind as he tried to zero in on anything that would seem to threaten the lives of his sons, or the lives of the innocent people that lined the beach and the sea.
"Mr. Henderson," Christina grabbed his shoulder and pointed towards the bluffs near the water's edge. John cupped his hands over his eyes trying to give him the opportunity to see a figure of something dark in the water as it eyed the surfers in the water.
"Oh, no looks like Numbers 1, 4, 5, 6 and 8 are out of the running." The announcers voice made John move his glance over. He had lost track of his son Dean and as he tried to go back to where he saw the figure in the water he felt his stomach fall, he had lost the creature too. "Good job you guys! Ooh, nasty wipe-out with numbers 2 and 3. Better luck next year fellas!" John turned his attention to Christina who was already running towards the bluffs jumping over young kids and their generic sandcastles. He knew that she was doing something idiotic as the paternal instinct kicked in.
"Oh, nice save number 7!" John stopped tripping over his own feet as he caught a glimpse of his son moving his body as he barely managed to get out of a wave that was closing in around him. John clambered on his feet as he saw Christina striping down to a bikini from behind the announcers tent. "Ouch number 9. That's gotta hurt! Only 10 and 7 are in the running!" The crowd started to cheer for the final two competitors. John saw Christina splashing into the water and as before she went completely under, he saw the marbled knife attached to her leg.
John closed tossed his shirt off his arms before running into the water after her vanishing into the salty water before rising back above the surface. He tried to see where he was as the surf dragged him further into the opened water. "Mr. Henderson!" Christina screamed and John felt something grab hold of his leg and pull down sending him straight into the water. The salt water instantly stung his eyes as he could see the sun slowly growing further away. "Whoa what a close safe for number 10!" The announcer's voice was muffled under the water.
John could feel his lungs started to burn as they screamed for air. Something dark with red eyes came into his view and John shut his eyes trying to stop the stinging which wasn't that much better. With every strength he had he flapped his arms and kicked his legs trying to at least breach the surface long enough for a quick breath of air when something flew past him and he heard something that made a chill run through his body. A high pitched unearthly scream and John braved a look. The dark creature was gripping at it's neck black blood oozing out the side.
Something was sticking out of it's neck and John finally moved his arms and his head broke the surface. His mouth opened wide taking in as much air as his lungs could hold. "Mr. Henderson! Are you okay?!" John turned to see Christina swimming towards him only to disappear under the water her hands trying to grab the surface soon though only the sea foam from the top drifted on the surface.
"Looks like we have ourselves a winner!" John tried to stay and hope that it was his oldest who won but someone's life was in danger and he had to save them. He took one more deep breath of air before diving down and squinted against the water he saw something moving fast and a dark shadow nearly swallowing it whole. John reached down and gripped something that latched on to his arm, pulling him deeper into the darkness.
Something slick covered his body and he could feel that unmistakable feeling of oil being dragged up his arm, as he had spent years as a mechanic. Something hot and searing was digging into his skin making him let out a painful moan wasting his precious oxygen.
"John," the voice engulfed him as he felt something warm press against his lips. "You can't give up that easily." John felt his vision blurred as that same unearthly scream filled the water surrounding him as something hard gripped his shoulder and yanked him back but his hand still gripping onto to as he was pulled towards the surface. As the darkness slowly melted away further into the sea he saw a from hanging limply in his oiled arms.