Hey guys! So, I decided to end this story to chapter 10 or 11, that is why it's so long (SORRY)! I figured it's not a good story because nobody ever wrote me any comments, that's why I'm rushing to end it. Thank you all! ~ImmortalityWinchester~ xo
Sam had offered to keep an eye on Jay so that Samantha wouldn't have to stay in the room and witness her husband turn into a thing she would no longer recognize. Sam had locked the room's door and kept a handgun that Deana had given him- secretly- in his hand. He prayed that Dean returned so that he wouldn't have to do what he had to but, mostly, he prayed that Dean would just return, even empty handed.
Dean was gaining consciousness. He couldn't help it but count how many times he'd fainted in the last 24 hours or so.
He looked around and realized that he was in the room where he and Dannie had found that corpse. The hideous smell made his stomach squirm faster than a washing machine's bin.
"Dannie!" he whispered to himself and tried to undo the ropes that held him restricted onto the dirty memory of what once used to be a carpet.
The door opened and in walked a 6foot4 man that wore an army boot in one foot and a galosh in the other. He had teared up and patched up trousers and trench coat but what really caught Dean's attention was the guy's hair. White and messy with a pair of goggles holding a wild lock off his face, Dean chocked a laugh as he thought to himself how much that guy looked like the famous Doc from "Back to the future". The man didn't seem to bother Dean's reaction to his presence, he just stopped and started searching Dean's pockets.
"Oh, hey, Doc! Go easy on the touching part, would 'ya?"
Another giant walked in but he looked more like Colossus than a harmless crazy person which made Dean lose his sense of humor.
"You waited till he's up to look for it? Dumbass!"
He grabbed Dean by the lapel and lifted him up with extreme ease.
"Where's the Amulet, boy?" said Colossus as a fair amount of spit landed on Dean's face.
"The what?" Dean said before he was thrown in the air and landed onto a desk. Every bone and muscle of his body was in severe pain. He was fighting to get back on his feet when he felt a sharp and cold object piercing through 3 layers of clothing and his flesh.
"Where!?" barked Colossus and before Dean got to fire back another ballsy response the yelling and screaming of Dannie made his every fiber freeze.
"Deeeeeaaannn! Dean, please!"
He felt a rage so wild and untamed that besides his pain and the blood dripping from his wound, he got to knock Colossus down before tackling Doc. He'd managed to reach the door when a very familiar face appeared and Dean turned into a pillar of salt.
"Dad?"
John Winchester was staring at him with a deadpan expression on his face. But he was not the John that Sam and Dean knew… He was older. Pretty much as old as their John would be if he was still alive in their world. His sideburns were white and he had gray hair intermingling with his darker hair. His handsome face was cracked from age and the bags under his eyes made his stare seem a lot more sinister than it already felt.
Colossus, outraged, stuck his knife out to get Dean but with a single nod from John, he fell back like a wounded animal.
"Follow me Dean."
Dean's eyebrows betrayed his surprise when he heard an unknown man –that looked exactly like his late father- calling him by his name. He followed John.
Dean's wound was getting worse but he didn't let the pain show. They entered a room at the other end of the hallway; candles, a chaise lounge with silk sheets, different kinds of paintings, a table with all sorts of liquor (and bottles of blood), guns, knives and whatnot. Dannie was tied to one of the pipes in the room, Dean ran to her side.
"You okay kiddo?" he wiped the tears off her face. She was hurt, the blood on her indicated just that.
"She's fine!" Darth-John responded with complete apathy and took a seat behind a desk. Colossus and Doc left the room and locked the door.
"It's time for you Dean to understand a thing or two."
Dean held Dannie's hand while he listened to the most absurd story of all time. John went on explaining that he was the one who had brought Sam and Dean to his world. He was the one that had asked a Traveler to play the bait so that he'd use his mojo to bring the boys to him. That he wanted Dean's Amulet, and that he knew Dean had it because a Spirit Walker had seen it in one of her out-of-this-world walks. John made clear how bad he wanted that Amulet so that he could find and kill Chuck. Because John Winchester was the king of all the monsters that ruled his world. Because John Winchester wanted to be god.
"So I found an ancient spell that will summon both the Darkness and her lil bro here so that I can relieve the universe from a couple of useless rodents. And once I'm done with them, I will come for your world and the next one and the next one and… you get the idea! It will take time but I got all the time in the world!" he said proudly as he walked towards Dean with an exaggerated swagger.
"What happened to you?" Dean wanted to ask a million things: "what's a Traveler? A Spirit Walker? What did he mean by the "I got all the time in the world" line he just acted out all so well?" but one single thing came out of his mouth. His father was a lot of things but Darth Vader was not one of them.
"Ughh… Longer story than the Bible son!"
"I'm not your son and you're definitely not my father!"
"You have it or not?" John was getting impatient but Dean would die first before telling him that Sam has the Amulet in his jacket's hidden pocket where he kept it since the day Dean threw it away.
"Or not!"
John took a gun out of his pocket and shot Dannie to the stomach.
"Noooooo!"
Dean had never felt that kind of pain before… He'd lost his everything, his Sammy, once or twice so he knew pain but that pain was severe, bone-cracking, gut-wrecking, breath-stopping… That pain he felt was death. How did he let that happen? How did he allow himself to be so reckless when he had a kid to look after? That little angel was his responsibility! He cried. What for, he did not know. Crying wouldn't do them any good but he cried. Choking in his own tears he couldn't see before him.
"It's gonna be ok..." he tried to put pressure on the wound.
"Dean?"
She was calling for him. Dean wiped the tears off his face and hugged the girl. He looked at the gun wound and realized that it was gone.
"Oh! Right! Magical kid!" John pretended that he had forgotten.
"I bet one of my guys is dead, right Dannie? Sucking the mojo outta low lives is your thing these days? You should know! Your kid is supposed to be the same! Or similar to…that!"
John pointed at Dannie with the tip of his gun and then left himself drown in a bottle of scotch. Dean was caught up by surprise. Everything was insanely weird but that last sentence of John's?
"She ain't gonna die easy but it still hurts like a mother! I can do this all day long! All you gotta do is hand me the Amulet! As easy as breathin', right?" John was drunk and arrogant. John's very presence made Dean want to throw up.
Nothing would save them now… Dean was out of ideas and that John guy seemed to be the Boss of all bosses. He didn't know what John was and he couldn't risk Dannie getting hurt because of his recklessness.
John left the bottle slip from his hand and fall onto the floor. He got next to Dean and Dannie and caressed Dannie's hair.
"I got one of the two things I want. Just give me the other one and you walk. Hell, I'll even make sure my guy takes you and your snotty little brother back to your pathetic lives."
"What about Dannie?" he was stalling.
"She will fulfill her destiny." his grin made Dean want to break every teeth in his mouth.
"I'm not gonna ask again!" John yelled and grabbed the kid by the hair.
"You son of a bitch, don't you…"
Dean got interrupted by a scared Doc that barged into the room.
"What!?" John barked.
"Th…Doo…Someone put a bomb at our front door. Sir!"
John left the room with a couple of furious strides and with his gun ready to fire.
Doc unfroze and stopped to untie Dannie. Dean was staring at the interesting man in a very quizzical way. A pair of boots running towards the room made Dean get his defensive mood on.
"Move your asses!" Deana barked from the doorstep.
