Wake Up Call
Chapter 10: Murphy's Law Strikes Where It Hurts
John sat in the back of the car with his youngest, old and young, he was never going to get used to that. He rubbed his chest absentmindedly, not due to pain, but the feeling of something that was just carved into his ribs was still freaking him out. Despite what Dean and Sam said, he still wasn't too trusting of it. He still didn't by the whole 'He's and Angel' thing as well. He says he pulled Dean out of Hell, and he can believe that, but he doesn't believe that he's not some Demon going for a play on them, or something else, something worse.
His mind racing, he found if difficult to go to sleep. He would almost be too afraid to sleep with Mr. Tall-Dark-And-Weird in the car. But if the guy wanted them dead, he would have killed them by now, John knows he's had more then enough opportunities. So what was his game.
John was just starting to drift off when Dean pulled the car into the parking lot of a motel.
"Where are we?" Dean-the-younger asked, sitting up straighter. He, obviously having no trouble going to sleep with Castiel in the car.
"Alamo, Texas. Little town of about 18,000. We got in, that's a good sign, let's just keep our eye out for Geese." Dean answered himself, laughing slightly at his own joke.
Sam was the first one out of the car, eager to stretch out his legs from being trapped in there all day. He walked up to the office and checked them in while the rest of them unpacked the car. He returned with three keys, handing one to John, Dean, and keeping one for himself.
"They didn't have any rooms for six people. But they did have three doubles next to each other, two of them adjoining. So I figure we can split up, I sleep in one room with Dean or Sam-I'm sorry, but we're gonna have to come up with some different names for each other. This Dean and Sam thing is gonna get confusing after awhile." Sam said, a not of irritation in his voice.
"Well, I think that will be easy, we can call you Sam, and the younger one Sammy. Since you already throw a bitch fit anytime someone calls you Sammy anyway, unless of course you prefer Princess." Dean answered, getting him a glare, or as Dean liked to call them, a bitchface from Sam.
"Considering the face Sam is making, I would guess your suggestion of Princess is not one he would prefer." Castiel stated, looking at Sam's face with concentration. Causing Dean to roll his eyes, while the younger versions of Sam and Dean looked at him with confusion. "What?" Castiel asked, seeing the looks. Dean just shook his head and continued.
"Okay, so we'll have Sam and Sammy, what about me and...Well, me?" Dean asked.
"We could always call you Dean and him Kid." Sam suggested, indicating to both Dean's.
"Whoa, I'm not a kid, and I certainly don't appreciate being called one." Dean the younger argued.
"How about Dean-O?" John suggested, looking to his oldest. He knew his son wouldn't want anything that would make him sound younger. He always fought the accusations that he was too young to do anything helpful.
"This would be easier if I had a middle name." Dean commented.
"How about Deany?" Sammy suggested, which at everyone's looks, he elaborated. "Dean, younger, add the Y at the end. Deany."
"No, Sammy, just...No." Younger Dean said. If he wasn't going to take Dean-O, he definitely wasn't going to take Deany.
"You know, this would help if you weren't so picky either." Sam said, as they entered one of the room to get away from being so exposed, out in the open like that.
"Is this really very important?" Castiel asked, going to work Demon proofing the room and putting salt around the openings as well.
"We need to know how to identify each other." Dean said, turning to Castiel, who had a look of confusion, as if he was about to say something. Then thought better of it and went back to his task.
"How about Dee, or something?" Sammy suggested again.
"Only you get away with calling me that." Dean reminded.
"Little Man." Sam suggested.
"To me you are." Sammy said, a note of happiness in his voice. Causing Sam to chuckle slightly.
"Not the point right now." John reminded, feeling like he'll never be free from sibling rivalry. "Big Man, Dean Man, Dean-O, yes I know I said that one already. I'm not very imaginative."
"Or how about PreDean?" Castiel stated, walking back in from the next door, having finished the Demon proofing of all three rooms.
"I like that." Dean stated. "You know, Pre-Apocalypse, Pre-Thirty, Pre-Now. It makes sense and it roles off the tongue."
"Yeah, it works." The now named PreDean agreed.
"Well, Okay, now we just need to solve the problem at hand. Who rooms with who. I don't think it's a good idea for us to leave Sammy and PreDean without someone else in the room with them." Sam returned to the conversation at hand.
"Your right on that. One of us needs to be in a room with one of them." John said.
"Yeah, I was thinking, Dean, you and Cas should have one of the rooms. Your the only one who can sleep with him in the same room, since he doesn't really sleep. Which would leave you and me, with them." Sam said, indicating himself and John.
"Okay...Dean can be with me, and Sam and Sammy can share a room." John said, then started when he saw Castiel cut his arm open and start to use his blood to write sigils on the wall. "What are you doing?"
"Enochian sigils, will keep Angel's out. I can't do all of them, but Sam and Dean can finish them. I'm just getting them started." Castiel answered.
"Your just gonna lock yourself out of this room?" Dean asked.
"And the other one. I'll be in the room with you. But for the sake of caution, I think it's a good idea to make sure any other Angel's can't get into these two rooms." Castiel explained.
"Right. That's you Cas, always thinking." Dean said. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm beat. I'm gonna finish these sigils, and then turn in." Dean continued, grabbing a knife and cutting himself to finish the sigils, Sam getting the idea and going into the next room to do the same.
"Those things have to be written in blood?" Sammy asked, watching Dean continue to draw on the walls in blood after Castiel left the room.
"Yep. We tried in other things, paint, lambs blood, none of them work. Human blood is the only thing that does." Dean explained.
"You don't think that sounds a bit like Paganism there?" John asked.
"Cas tried to explain it to me once. Human blood is the most powerful because they are God's favorites or something like that. I didn't really get it, but it's proven to work." Dean corrected.
"Right." John said, rolling his eyes.
"Look Dad, I know you don't trust him. But he is doing this to protect you and us. That's always been his way. He protects us. He's doing this to protect you from the other Angel's that would try to hurt you, or manipulate you into being used by them." Dean said. "So, just try to cut him a bit of slack right now, Okay."
"Shouldn't the things he carved into our ribs protects us?" John asked, seeing it as a reasonable question.
"It will, but this is just a precaution. You can never be too safe, he's just trying to make absolutely sure nothing happens." Dean explained, walking out of the room.
PreDean and Sammy took a moment to look at each other, before Sammy left to get into the room he would be sharing with himself.
"Dad, you don't trust him?" PreDean asked.
"What do you think Dean, he's not human." John answered, sitting down on his bed.
"I don't really know what to think." Dean answered, looking down to the ground in thought, then back up to his father. "But I do know that when I'm with him...I don't know...I feel safe. Kinda like when I'm with you. I know he's not human, and at first it weird-ed me out. But I can see...when he looks at me and Sammy, it's like he'd do anything to keep us safe. And when he talks to us, he's very sincere about what he's saying to me. Very patient too, he listens and takes time to explain everything clearly to me." He finished explaining.
"Well, I'll keep that in mind son." John said, leaning back to lay on the bed. "But I think it's time you got some sleep."
"Yes sir." Dean said, taking off his shirt and getting into the other bed.
John found that once he was in a motel room, his son in the same room, and surrounded by banishing and protective sigils, it was remarkably easy to fall asleep. 'Guess it's true that familiar surroundings is what helps the best when your having trouble sleeping.' Was John's last thought before drifting off.
He was only asleep for what felt like a few minutes when he heard a crash in the room next to him.
"What wa...tha..whas going on?" PreDean said as he jumped out of bed, being woken up by the same sound.
John had just enough time to register that the sound was coming from the room next to him that held Sam and Sammy, before PreDean was up with a gun and running through the adjoining door, thankfully unlocked.
John was up and behind PreDean, gun in hand, in a matter of milliseconds. But it proved to be pointless, because whatever was in there, it knew they where coming. The second John entered the room, he was thrown against the wall, his gun flying to the other side of the room.
"Now you see, I told you what I saw at that gas station was real." Said a female voice. He looked to the center of the room to see two women. His two boys, and the grown version of his youngest, being held against the wall by some invisible force. One of the women standing in the center of the room turned to John, her eyes going completely black.
Well, there you have chapter 10.
Thank you everyone for your suggestions for what to call Dean.
Hope you enjoyed.