Anger's Betrayal Ch. 10
Disclaimer: I don't own the Winchesters or anything related to them. I am not making a profit from this story!
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Previously: Dean jogged the rest of the way to the outcropping and lay Sammy on the ground as he pulled the only weapon he had on him from the back of his jeans, a silver hunting knife that his dad had given him for his fifteenth birthday. He turned to see five evil looking creatures advancing on him and Sammy.
Dean immediately tensed as he watched the creatures approaching. He knew Sammy was still out cold and that he was their only line of protection. If he couldn't hold back the creatures, then Sammy would be hurt for sure. "How in the hell am I supposed to take on all five" he thought as he held the silver blade in front of him ready to face his adversaries.
"Damn I wish I had a gun" Dean muttered as he watched the Aswang creatures draw closer before stopping to converse with each other. "Great, they're probably planning their attack strategy" he thought as he heard the sounds of Sammy moaning behind him. He couldn't take the chance and look back to see if Sammy was waking since the creatures were too freaking close to them.
"Shh Sammy, I'm right here little brother. Everything's alright, I gotcha" Dean knew damn well that everything was alright, but it was his natural instinct to protect Sammy. He couldn't let him know what they were facing right now.
As Dean waited for the creatures to make their move, he noted just how fugly they really were. The aswang looked like a half human, half monster with two horns emerging from it's grotesquely large head. It had two glowing yellow eyes with a nose off centered on it's face. Its jaws hung from it's mouth like flabs of fat with long, sharp teeth emerging through the unseemly lips that were purplish in color. It's hands were more like claws with razor sharp nails at the end.
"Holy shit, you sure are fugly" Dean shouted as he saw the creatures watching him. He then noticed that their eyes shifted down to rest on Sammy as they drooled at the sick young man lying on the ground.
"Oh Hell No! Don't even think you're going to get near him" Dean challenged as he raised his knife again. "You better stick to playing Elmer Fudd and go catch yourselves a rascally rabbit before I skin you alive" Dean said hoping that his cocky attitude would make the creatures think and look elsewhere for their food.
Dean watched as the creatures started chanting and then moved forward together as one. "Here we go" he thought as he swung his knife at the first creature to near him, leaving a deep gouge across its arm as it reached out to grab for him.
The creature just seemed to sneer as it gave Dean an evil looking grin. It raised it's arm once again to stab at Dean as it connected with his shoulder and Dean felt the nails sinking into his shoulder. He was so distracted by the pain that he didn't see the creature approaching from the side as it sunk it's razor sharp teeth into his leg. Dean screamed in pain as he felt the teeth sinking into his thigh. He brought the knife down and stabbed into the creature's eye forcing it to back off.
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John and Bobby were making good time as they tracked the creatures that were stalking the boys. The creatures left easily identifiable marks in the ground with their feet and The hunters had no trouble tracking them whatsoever. They had loaded their guns with the silver bullets they needed to kill the creatures as they walked.
The hunters hadn't covered much distance when a light rain began to fall, but John and Bobby barely noticed as they kept up a pretty good pace tracking the Aswang creatures. They were on a mission and nothing was going to deter them from it.
When the rain eventually turned into a torrential downpour, John and Bobby took off at a jog with both hunters fearing for the boys safety. They knew that with Sammy having been so sick, that the rain would slow the boys down and make them easier pray for the creatures hunting them.
The hunters were suddenly stopped in their tracks as they heard an eerie howling sound coming from up ahead. "Damn, that's their attack call" Bobby said as he looked at John. "They've found the boys."
John and Bobby took off at a run towards the area where they heard the howl coming from praying that they would make it in time. They had just broken tree cover when they looked to see Dean surrounded by the Aswang creatures fighting valiantly to protect his baby brother who lay on the ground.
As they ran to help, Bobby shouted "Aim for the head John, the only thing that will kill the creatures is a silver bullet to the brain.
As John neared the fracas he hollered "Hey you ugly sons of bitches, why don't you take on somebody with more meat" as he raised his gun and aimed at one of the creatures that turned to look his way. He squeezed the trigger as the creature lunged his way and watched as the bullet entered it's forehead. He didn't take the time to notice the blue blood that poured from the wound as the brain sizzled and died from the silver bullet that was lodged deep within it.
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Dean thought for sure he was about to die as he sunk his knife into the second creature's eye and watched as another moved up to take his place. "Oh God, I'm so sorry Sammy, this is all my fault" he thought as he struggled to remain standing as pain seared through his leg. He could hear the sounds of Sammy's breathing becoming labored and it had a raspy sound to it.
As Dean stood panting, he could have sworn he heard the sound of Bobby's voice saying something, but that couldn't be. Bobby had no idea where they were. Just as he felt his leg tremble, getting ready to collapse, he heard his dad's booming voice yell "Hey you ugly sons of bitches, why don't you take on somebody with more meat."
Dean breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the sound of a rifle going off and watched as one of the creatures fell to the ground dead as a freaking doornail. He immediately heard another shot and saw that it came from Bobby's direction as the fugly sucker that bit him was taken out of action.
"Way to go dad and Bobby" he thought as his eyes rolled up in the back of his head and he passed out from the intense pain shooting through his shoulder and leg.
John's fears for his sons rose substantially as he saw the three remaining creatures advancing on his unconscious boys. "Oh no you don't" he shouted as he fired another shot into the brain of the creature that was closest to the boys. Not having time to reload, he swung his rifle barrel at the other two as he threw himself between his boys and danger. He wasn't about to allow the Aswang creatures an shot to his boys.
Knowing that John wouldn't have a chance fighting the last two creatures by himself, Bobby shouted "DROP" as he lined his sights up and pulled the trigger.
Upon hearing Bobby's voice shouting to drop, John instantly hit the ground as he used his own body to cover his boys as much as he possibly could. He heard Bobby's gun go off and then the sounds of roaring as the creature screamed in its death throes.
Bobby then swiftly took aim at the last creature and pulled the trigger effectively obliterating the last of the Aswang creatures. He checked to make sure all of the creatures were dead before walking over to where the boys lay.
John was assessing his boys condition by the time that Bobby joined them.
"How are the boys" Bobby asked as he jammed his shaking hands into his pocket. It terrified him to think of how close he cad come to losing his boys, since that was the way he thought of them now.
"Not good" John answered honestly. "Sammy's burning up with fever and he's having trouble breathing. From the sounds of it, I'd say he has pneumonia. Dean's got a pretty bad bite on his leg and it looks like one of the creatures sunk its claw into his shoulder.
"Unnnngh" Both Bobby and John's attention was drawn to Dean as they heard him moaning. Dean was moving his head back and forth as if trying to clear his mind.
"Dean, can you hear me son?" John asked as he put his palm to Dean's cheek to hold his head still.
"Dad?" Dean questioned as he tried to clear his foggy mind.
"Yeah son, it's me" he said as he lay his other hand on Dean's chest, feeling secure as it rose and fell with Dean's breathing.
"Sammy?" Dean questioned, desperately needing to know how his baby brother was.
"Bobby's taking care of him" John replied as he watched Bobby bending down to give help to his youngest son.
Bobby lifted Sammy's upper body and lay it on his legs as he pulled a silver flask from his duffle bag. He gently patted Sammy's cheek trying to rouse him. "Open your eyes for me kiddo" he said as he watched Sammy's face intently. Getting no reaction, he patted his cheek a little more firmly. "Open your eyes Sammy, I need you to drink some water" he said as he tipped the flask to Sammy's mouth.
Sammy moaned as he heard Bobby's voice calling to him. He opened his eyes a mere slit as he heard Bobby telling him to drink some water. "Come on kid, I need you to drink some of this for me" Bobby encouraged. Sammy opened his mouth a little as Bobby slowly poured some water in. He swallowed some as he felt a little of the water trickling from the sides of his mouth.
"John, we've got to get these boys out of here quick" Bobby said knowing that the youngest Winchester needed to be in a hospital as soon as possible.
Bobby leaned down to pick up Sammy in his arms as John helped a barely conscious Dean to his feet.
"If we head due east, we should be at the road in about fifteen minutes" Bobby said as he started walking cradling Sam in his arms. He watched as John wrapped an arm around Dean's waist and pulled an arm over his shoulder. John was more dragging Dean than anything else.
As John walked beside Bobby supporting his oldest child, he thought about the conversation that he and Dean were going to have about Sammy. Dean knew very well now what it felt like to have Sammy hurt on his watch, maybe John could make him understand now why he did the things he had to do.
TBC