Dean woke slowly, he felt a blast of pain in his stomach. He slowly and carefully opened his eyes, he didn't want John to be there when he woke. It was in late afternoon, Dean could tell by the sun setting.

"Dean!" cried Sammy, Sam hugged Dean tight. Glad that Dean was finally awake.

"Hey Sammy, where's dad?"

"Hey, kiddo. I'm right here" Dean froze, that's was John's voice. Well it wasn't like he did anything wrong though. John sat down on the edge of the couch, he watched Dean intently.

"You wanna tell me what just happened?" John asked in a strangely casual way. Dean knew that it wasn't a question, it was more so tell me what happened or I'll force you to tell me.

"I dunno, me and Sammy have been doing weird things" Sam glared silently at Dean for saying that he could do 'things' like Dean could, even though it was true.

"And?" John said, trying to get Dean to continue.

"Well, I don't know. It's just like we got powers or something, Sam talked to a ghost, and it spoke back in Sam's head" Dean accused. Sam looked at Dean quickly before turning to look at John.

"Dean pushed me real hard into the wall!" Sam accused back at Dean. "And it hurt!"

"I said I was sorry, You forced me to play that stupid game with you!" Dean yelled to Sam, Sam and Dean began to go off at each other. John shook his head.

"Stop, both of you! Dean you know better then to fight with your brother, he's younger then you and you know better then that" Dean looked away, whispering a sorry. John turned to look at Sam who just simply shrugged and smiled slightly.

"Sorry Daddy" Sam said, poking his tongue out at Dean. Dean just rolled his eyes, stupid little brothers.

Bobby was watching from the kitchen, amused with Sam and Dean fighting. He held little Damien close to his chest, John reckoned that the yellow eyed demon was visiting them tonight.

"John, it's nearly night" Bobby observed. John looked outside the window and nodded. John turned back to Sam and Dean who began fighting again.

"Hey! Listen, Sam, Dean. Tonight is going to be extremely dangerous, I think the demon that killed your mother is coming tonight so I want you both to be careful, soon I want you to go to your room and stay there all night. Dean your going to have to look after Sam, do you understand me?" He asked both of them, they both replied in unison.

"Yes sir" They knew that they were to take all things demon related extremely seriously, especially when John said that the thing that killed their mom was near.

"Your going to have to tell me about what happened later, understand Dean. And I want a proper answer"

"Yes sir" Dean answered, he knew he would have to tell John sooner or later anyway. John stood and walked outside to the car to gather more then enough weapons to fight the demon.

John carried the duffle bag back inside, he dropped it on the ground then turned to Sam and Dean.

"Sam, Dean. I want you to salt all the windows and doors, okay all of them. Then once your done double check them, then check them again" Sam and Dean nodded, they picked up a bag of salt each and ran off to each of the rooms.

"John, how do you know that this will work. I mean, it's THE demon, salt might not even work on it"

"Bobby, this is the thing that killed Mary, I am not going to stand around while it kills other people, I can't let it ruin their lives like it has Dean's, Sam's and mine" Bobby stood silent, head downcast, he knew that John would do almost anything to kill the evil son of a bitch.

Dean ran back out to the lounge room where John and Bobby were, with little Damien.

"Dean, I want you to look after Damien. Take him with you and stay in your bedroom, get Sam as well"

"Yes sir, but can't we fight?" Dean questioned, knowing the answer.

"No, now go" Bobby reluctantly handed the child over to Dean, Dean smiled looking down at the child and ran into the room.

"Sammy, come on. In here!" Dean called out.

"But- you know John…it might be just a bit late for that" John frowned at Bobby before yelling to Sam and Dean.

"Lock yourselves in the room. Now!"

Dean peeked his head out of the room, Sam tugging on his shirt.

"Dad, said not to go out of the room" Suddenly they heard a loud thumping noise.

"I'll check it out" Dean said, dashing out of the room. He saw John pinned to the wall, blood pouring from his mouth.

"DAD!" Dean called out, until he too was thrown roughly to the wall. He was unable to move, his breath hitched when he saw Bobby standing in front of him.

"Bobby…" Dean found it impossible to breath, bobby smiled.

"Wrong, Dean. Remember me" Bobby paused. "Oh wait, you were only four after all. Poor Mary" Dean struggled, anger flowing threw him.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Dean yelled, John glanced at Dean before saying sternly to Bobby.

"Leave my son alone!"

"Sorry, John. Can't do that. I'm having far to much fun"

"I thought you just wanted Bobby's kid"

"And a bit of fun, you seriously thought you were going to catch me?" Bobby laughed and placed a hand on Dean's chest. "I could kill him right now you now, if I wanted to you know"

"You will not hurt my son" John warned, Bobby laughed.

"Watch me John" Bobby pressed his hand against where Dean's heart resided. Blood began to stain Dean's brown shirt.

"ARGH!" Dean screamed, trying hard to get away from the pain.

A blinding white light once again filled the small dirty apartment, Bobby looked away, the light hurting the demons eyes. The light finally subsided, Dean's tortured screams ceased.

John blinked several times, looking over to where Dean and Bobby once were. Dean was on the ground, unconscious and bloody. Bobby was backing up to the wall, avoiding the light.

John struggled to stand and ran over to Dean, dropping onto his knees he lifted Dean and moved him to the couch. Praying that everything would be alright with Bobby, Dean and hoping that that light was from the demon and not from Dean as John had thought he had seen.

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