Sins of the Father

Part 7

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"Abilities?" Sam and Dean said in unison.

"Yes, abilities. What did you think Sam you are the only one who has more than one ability?" Missouri quipped.

Dean and John both choked on their coffee at the priceless look on Sam's face.

Sam blushed. "No ma'am. I was just shocked that you said abilities." Looking over to Dean. "Wait, he said it too."

"Hey dude this is new to me. I have the right to be shocked."

"Boys!" John and Missouri said in unison.

"Sit down." Missouri requested. Both boys sat down quickly.

"Sure they listen to you." John muttered.

"John." Missouri warned.

"Sorry, please continue."

"Thank you." Turning her attention back to the boys. "Yes, I said abilities. Dean you were a very talented little boy. It was a shame they could never be fully developed." She stated looking back at John. He glared at her knowing where she was going with this.

"Now is not the time for this Missouri. Can't we do this at a later date?" John cut in.

"Yes John now is the time. Can't you see it all ties into why the demon has made its reappearance."

"I just don't see how this is going to help us is all."

"It will help by these boys having full knowledge of their past and who they are."

"Damn it I know who they are! They are my sons! They're Winchester's! Isn't that enough for Christ sakes!" John yelled his voice getting louder.

"You'll watch that tone with me boy if you know what's good for you." Missouri countered then softened her tone hoping John would understand. She could feel waves coming off of him and she knew it would not take much more for him to come apart at the seams. "John, what I am trying to say is that it may be good enough for you but do you want your children to go out there and fight it unprepared with no understanding of how all this came about and who they are? Is that what you want, because I can assure you that demon will use anything it can to get its hands on these boys. So tell me John, will it be enough in the end?" She stopped and waited for his response.

John just sat there for what felt like the longest time looking at the floor before getting up quickly and moving to the window. He as well as both Missouri and Sam couldn't help but notice how Dean unconsciously flinched at his sudden movement and it broke his heart. He just stood there looking out the window too afraid to speak at the moment.

Both boys sat there watching the argument unfold until John got quiet too quiet. Dean could not believe he caught himself flinching when his father got up so suddenly and hoped no one else saw it. The look on their faces spoke volumes. "Great, nothing like showing weakness yet again in front of your father. No wonder he thinks you're a screw up!" He thought angrily to himself. Sam put a reassuring hand on his arm for a brief moment. Trying to divert attention from his feeling of weakness Dean brought the subject back to the situation at hand. "Ok um, I'll bite then. Why did I never fully develop my uh abilities Missouri?"

Missouri was about to tell him when John spoke up first looking at Dean. "It was my fault Dean. I was afraid for both you and Sam."

"Why dad? What were you afraid of?" Dean asked.

"I was afraid of what could happen to you." John looked at Dean imploringly. "You know I never planned on having this conversation with either of you. I buried all of this a long time ago." He stopped rubbing his eyes, not sure how to continue and looked at his sons wondering now if he made the right decision all those years back.

"Dad you ok?" Sam asked.

"It's alright John. What's done is done. Just start from the beginning." Missouri encouraged.

John took a deep breath, cleared his throat and started. "I was just getting into hunting and sometimes I would take you boys with me when I would meet with fellow hunters. Dean you were a quiet child, as you know after your mothers death. You were very protective of Sammy and kept him entertained wherever we went. Well, one night a few of us were meeting at Bobby's. It was myself, Bobby, Caleb, Pastor Jim, and these other 3 hunters Denny, Bruce, and Mike. Real bad asses those three. Brutal hunters. Didn't just go for the kill they liked to torture it first. We didn't like working with them but we were dealing with a pack of werewolves and they were experts in that field. You were about 5 then." John looked back out the window but continued. "You were playing in Bobby's living room on the floor while Sammy was napping upstairs and before I knew it I saw you talking to Caleb in the kitchen. I walked over towards the two of you. I remember being so happy. You never talked to anyone but Sammy, Bobby, or me I thought that maybe this was a breakthrough. I got there just in time to hear you tell Caleb not to worry that the sickness that was in his head it would be gone soon."

"Caleb was sick." Dean asked quietly. "Dad, I had no idea."

John walked over to Sam and Dean and sat across from them. "The thing is Dean, you shouldn't have known anything. You were telling Caleb stuff about him you shouldn't have known. Hell none of us knew. When Caleb asked how you knew, you told him the voice inside your head told you. Bobby overheard and immediately looked at the others who thankfully weren't paying attention. They were too wrapped up in how they were going to kill the pack. He then asked Caleb if he would watch you for a minute. Caleb understood immediately, picked you up and went to sit in the living room while Bobby called Pastor Jim and me outside."

Dean could feel the pressure building in his head as his father spoke. It was making him feel nauseous.

"You ok son?"

"Yeah, just a lot to take in." Dean lied. Sam shot him a look knowing he was lying. Dean ignored him and returned his focus to his father. "Why did Bobby call you outside?"

"He was worried about you, well us really. You know the hunters world, there is no give and take. ." Son, you know that world doesn't act kindly to people who are different. Anything considered unnatural gets eliminated. Bobby, Caleb, Jim, they knew you were different. That you knew things, could do things."

"What things dad?" Dean asked nervously. The pain in his head increasing. He wasn't sure how much more he could take.

Missouri answered. "Dean honey. You could sense things about others. Knew things. I'm surprised the two of you have never figured it out." Pointing between the brothers. "Your relationship. Did you honestly think it was all just brotherly love?"

Sam and Dean looked at her confused. "Figured out what?" Sam asked shaking his head.

"Boys you absolutely amaze me. It's a good thing you two were blessed with your parents good looks cause sometimes you both don't have the common sense god gave a fruit fly."

They looked away as they felt themselves blushing; John put his head in his hands and laughed.

"I don't see why you are laughing John Winchester." Missouri reprimanded the older hunter who looked up at her shocked but shut up. "You are the only man I know that constantly cuts off his nose to spite his face."

"Now as I was saying. Haven't the two of you noticed how you find comfort in each other? You sense when the other is in danger. Have unspoken conversations by just looking at each other. Dean honey, how do you think you know when Sam is in danger? How to comfort him when he has a dream or vision or how you know when he is lying or hiding something from you?"

Dean shrugged. "I don't know. He's my baby brother I practically raised him on my own. I know all of his moods and quirks." Sam threw him a dirty look but Dean just gave him one of his cocky grins.

"No sweetie, it is so much more than that. You two are connected, always have been and nothing ever changed that. That was something you always kept in your memory and never lost. That ability is Clairsentience or Empathy. You sense the needs, drives, and emotions of in this case your brother. Although I would say your father too at times."

"God this is all too crazy, even for me!" Dean shot up and swayed a little on his feet. Sam went to steady him but was shrugged off. "I'm fine Sam really." He said without even looking at him. Missouri just nodded at Sam. Looking at John, Dean continued. "I mean that sounds like a mild ability dad. Why was it enough that you had to make me forget?"

"Because Dean that was not the ability that I was worried about. We stayed with Pastor Jim for a while after your mom died. You didn't talk much except to Sam. You would hover over him for hours on end making sure all his needs were met. Hell, I would even find you in his crib some nights. One night I had had enough of it and decided you were to sleep in your own bed from now on. You threw such a temper tantrum when I took you out of that crib that your brother started screaming. Dean, things in his room began to shake then before I could even do anything the window exploded all over Sammy's crib. I immediately put you down and ran to the crib. Thank god all that Sam had were a few scratches. Jim had heard the commotion and came running. I handed Sam To him to clean up. You could have killed your brother Dean. I was so mad; I grabbed you and demanded to know how you did that. You were in hysterics and kept telling me the man taught you, the man with the yellow eyes. Jesus Dean, I was so afraid. Knowing what you were capable of and what Missouri told me. I knew I had to do something before it got out of hand."

Dean just stood there stunned. The thought that he could he almost killed his brother running through his head. He decided to redirect all those feelings inside to the one man who should have protected him, done something more for him. He felt his anger growing and went with it. "So what dad you erased my freaking memory?" Dean spat. "You had no right doing that too me! No right! How could you?"

John got up and met him half way across the room. "I had every right! You could have killed your brother Dean! We were lucky that time but what about the next time you decided to blow a fit! You were showing these fucking abilities. Fucking freakish abilities that the demon taught you. The same fucking demon that killed your mother!"

Dean gasped and looked at his father like he slapped him. "A freak dad! You thought I was a freak or am I still a freak to you? What about Sammy, he has abilities now. Is he a freak now too?

"Dean, stop dad didn't mean it that way did you dad?" Sam interrupted not wanting things to get out of hand again.

"God no Dean. I don't think you are a freak, either of you. I was afraid son no I was downright terrified. I didn't know what it meant for you. I only knew it could get out of hand and that the demon was somehow connected to you through these damn powers. I knew we had to act fast."

Dean looked at him realization hitting him. Running his hand thru his hair he asked. "Who's we dad?"

John replied quietly. "Me, Missouri, Jim, Bob, and Caleb. We got in touch with this priestess that Missouri knew and she agreed to help. We brought you to her. In order to do the ritual, I had to drug you. Do you know how hard that was for me? To drug my own son." He was wringing his hands. "She laid you on an altar and did this ritual. It was to bind your abilities. That wasn't enough for me though. I also had her erase it all from your memory everything that had to do with that yellow-eyed bastard.

He looked at Dean pleadingly. "God Dean when you woke up you were a completely different little boy. You were happy and talking. I was ecstatic to see that little boy back. That is until we got back to Bobby's place and noticed you still had this connection with Sammy. Still knew his wants and needs. No one was sure what it meant, but I knew it would protect the two of you in the end and I was right."

Dean backed up a little his breathing quickened. His head was spinning. "What am I then dad? What is Sammy?" John reached for Dean but he backed away more shaking his head. "Don't! All this time I mourned mom and for what? I helped the damn thing that killed her. Is that why I was never good enough all these years? You trained me so hard and for what? The demon was right back at the cabin wasn't it dad? Right about your love for Sam! You don't need me! You've blamed me for all these years. How could I have been so stupid to not see this before!"

"Dean that's enough!" Sam cried out. He could feel Dean's overwhelming pain. It was choking him. He needed to do something, anything to stop him from spiraling downward. "The demon was lying and you know it. Dad would never choose me over you."

"That's easy for you to say Sam. I'm this freak who helped mom! All these years I've been hunting this damn thing and why? I helped it. I don't deserve to be any more alive than that fucking demon!"

"Dean don't do this to yourself. It's not your fault anymore than it is mine. That demon would not have come in the first place if it weren't for me. Tell him dad! Tell him he's wrong!"

John looked at his boys. "Damn it!" He yelled slamming his hand down on the coffee table knocking over a mug. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I don't blame you Dean. It's all too much to take right now! That demon was lying ok! You were never to know Dean! Never to remember! What the hell does it want with you now? It sensed you that night son I could feel it. Sensed your powers. That's how I was able to get through briefly. It felt almost fatherly towards you for some reason and that scares me. Damn It! I will not allow that bastard to touch either of my children!"

"Then don't" Said Missouri. All three turned and looked at her. "We don't have much time. It will be back soon with reinforcements. Come with me I have a plan."

The boys and Missouri gathered in the kitchen. She had made a list of the necessary supplies that were needed and handed each of boys a separate list. "I'll need you boy to get all the supplies on these lists. I'm going to call Bobby and tell him we need him asap." All three boys stopped and looked at her surprised. "What you think you're the only ones who to talk to him. We talk when he needs help on a case. He has a whole bunch of books that we could use. Now we only have a few hours of sunlight left. I can put together a protection spell that will keep the demon out but I'm not sure for how long. Hopefully long enough for Bobby to arrive." She turned and reached into the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of aspirin went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. "Here Dean, here's some aspirin for that headache of yours. Get going and good luck."

The boys drove to town in silence. Each lost in their thoughts trying to process the days events. They pulled up into town and got out of the truck. John spoke first. "Ok boys we'll split up and get all the stuff on these lists and meet back here in 30 minutes understood?

"Yes sir" They said in unison and split up.

About 15 minutes later Dean was the first to emerge with his first bag of supplies and put them in the truck. Looking at his list he headed towards the hardware store. As he passed between two buildings someone grabbed him from behind and dragged him into the alleyway. A hand was placed over his mouth so he couldn't scream. Try as he might he could not get loose from his captor. That's when he saw it coming out of the shadows. Dean froze.

"Hello Dean, long time no see. Did you miss me?"

Dean started struggling again. Damn whoever had him was strong and had a few inches on him. He knew he had to get free and warn his dad and Sam before it was too late.

"Now Dean it's time for you boys to come with me as I promised everything is ready." It nodded and his captor took his hand off Dean's mouth.

"Screw you, we're not going anywhere with you." Still struggling to get loose from he slammed his head backwards into the man's jaw. The man didn't even flinch. "Well that can't be good." He thought. "Listen sweetness you mind letting up on me a bit. I mean you may be big and strong but you're not my type." The man holding him only pulled his arm tighter behind him causing Dean to grunt in pain.

"Very funny Dean. Glad to see you still have that sense of humor." The demon paused for moment to look down the alley. A small smile crept across its face that sent a shiver down Dean's spine. "Oh look the show is about to begin and here I am without any popcorn. Shall we watch Dean?"

Dean followed his gaze and saw Sammy and John coming out of one of the stores and walk by. He tried shout a warning to them but his captor quickly placed his hand back over his mouth. All he could do was watch helpless as they both went to the truck and put their bags in. Dean, saw them talking then looking around but from where they were they could not see him. He continued to struggle against his captor in vain.

The demon walked up to Dean and got right in his face. "Now Dean I suggest you behave. We wouldn't want something bad to happen to daddy or our precious little Sammy now would we?" Dean just glared at it then tried to lash out towards it. The demon quickly sidestepped Dean's kick laughing.

"Well, don't say I didn't warn you." It said as it ruffled Dean's hair infuriating Dean more. At that point Dean saw a girl walk up to his dad and brother. He could see she had something in her hand a piece of paper.

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John and Sam had each arrived at the truck at the same time and noticed that Dean's bag was already in there.

"Where the hell is your brother?" John asked looking around. "I didn't see him come out."

"Probably had getting more supplies dad."

"Yeah I guess."

"Dad he's ok. Let's just finish this and get back to Missouri's alright?"

Before John had a chance to answer he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he quickly turned around to see a young girl approaching. "Wow, I am getting paranoid in my old age. She's just a girl." He thought.

Excuse me please!" The girl said. "I'm a bit lost. Could one of you give me directions?"

"Sure." said Sam.

John looked at them. " I still have a few things left on my list. I'll meet you back here in 15 minutes Ok? He nodded towards the girl and left.

"Ok dad. I'll catch up with you in a few minutes." Sam said as his father walked away.

"Don't make it too long." John warned looking at the girl. "We have a lot of work to do."

"Yes sir." Sam said getting clearly annoyed now.

" I apologize for my father. So, where do you need to go?" Sam said to the girl.

The girl had a smile on her face that unnerved Sam. "Well actually Sam I'm not all that lost."

Sam was taken back. "I'm sorry do I know you?" A feeling of uneasiness washed over him as he looked towards the store that his father just disappeared into. "Who are you?"

The girl giggled. "Don't worry about that right now Samuel. I'm going to need you to come with me. He doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Sam backed up slightly and looked around again for his brother and father as it dawned on him whom she was referring too. "Um, there is no way I'm going to go with you. You might as well turn around and go back to wherever that evil son of a bitch is and tell him to go to hell."

"I was afraid you were going to say that Sam." The girl said as she looked towards the alley and nodded. "I'm sorry but that just can't happen Sam"

Sam followed her gaze and his heart jumped in his throat as he saw a big man dragging Dean out of the alleyway. One hand twisting his arm behind his back the other over his mouth. He could see the fear in his brother's eyes. He could also tell by the man's black eyes that he was possessed. "Dean." He whispered. Looking at the girl he pleaded. "Please…let him go. Take me. You can do what you want with me. It was me the demon is after."

"Sorry Sammy, no can do. He wants both of you. Now walk towards your brother, oh and Sam don't try anything. Wouldn't want poor little Deannie to meet with any unfortunate accidents now would we?"

Sam sighed and rubbed his hand through his hair. Looking over at his brother he saw the man dragging his struggling brother back into the alleyway. "OK, OK I'll go." Reluctantly, he followed the girl. As he rounded the corner, he saw his worst nightmare. Standing next to his captive brother stood the demon. "What the hell?" He tried to run up to Dean but the girl stood between them.

"No Sammy I don't think so."

"Hello Sammy. So nice to see you again how is everything?"

"Go to hell." Sam Spat.

"Been there done that." The demon laughed. "Enough of the formalities it's time to go boys."

"I don't think so. My dad is going to be here any minute. Dean and I are not going anywhere with you." He tried to sound ominous but more like a little boy afraid of the thing in the closet.

"Ah Sammy such the little spit fire. Did you think I would come here with out a plan?" He nodded to the girl who took something out of her pocket and started walking towards Dean whose eyes got wide with fear and he frantically started struggling to get free.

It took Sam a minute to see what it was, a hypothermic needle. "No" He pleaded. "Don't…Please." He tried again to get to Dean but was thrown against the wall.

He watched helpless while the girl advanced on Dean who tried to shrink back into the man. She uncapped the needle and plunged it in Dean's neck emptying the contents.

"Stop!" He cried out. Looking at the demon all he could ask was "Why?"

"Cause Sam I know you would come willingly if your brother would be incapacitated. He on the other hand would fight tooth and nail to escape."

It took only seconds as Sam watched Dean's eyes start glaze over flutter as he lost his fight with consciousness finally collapsing against the man. Sam was helpless to do anything but watch.

The demon clapped his hands together very proud of himself. "Now let's go home shall we. Your training will begin soon."

Sam looked down the alleyway to where his father's truck was to Dean who was unconscious in the possessed mans arms and thought. "Oh my god is this the end for us?"

TBC

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