I know this one is short, but I promise the next one will be longer. The usual. I don't own SPN or any of its stars. Though, I do own Athena and the idea. Reviews are welcome and appreciated! Thanks to my reviewers for being so nice. Thanks!
Chapter Six:
I stood in the middle of the room, staring at the pictures, and pages ripped out of books tapped sloppily on the wall. "Well, this is it. This is all the information I have on yellow eyes." Dad said as he gestured around the room from behind his desk. "I've learned a way to track yellow eyes. There's telltale signs. temperature fluctuations. Electricity problems." He picked up a manilla folder off the corner of his desk and flipped it open. "These are the signs he's in town, right?" I asked in a small voice. Dad looked up at me with tired eyes.
I hadn't seen him in ten years, and I could tell those ten years had been hard on him. His dark hair had patches of gray, and the lines around his eyes were deeper. This what a hunter looked like when being in the job too long. Though we had been together for the past week, he'd hardly said ten words to me. He felt the same way the boys felt, abandoned. By his only daughter. He nodded. "Yeah, a week before your mom. And I went back and looked at Jessica's. He was there Sam. A week." Dad turned his attention from me to Dean.
"And, its starting up again. Salvation Iowa." Dad said as he handed Sam the folder he had in his hands. "He comes for the baby when their exactly six months old." Dad said, tapping his fingers on the desk. Sam gave a harsh laugh. "So, that's why mom's dead. Because of me. And Jessica." He ground out and threw the folder back on dad's desk.
I shook my head and walked up behind the chair he was sitting in and squeezed his shoulders. "No, Sammy. It's not your fault. You were just a baby." I whispered and felt his hand clutch my mine on his shoulder. I looked up to see dad to looking at us, with a faraway look in his eyes. I could already see what he was seeing; mom comforting her son.
"Then, we need to go to Salvation. Find this baby, protect it, and kill yellow eyes." I said, and squeezed his shoulder one last time before I let go. "But that could be a hundred babies. Who knows where he'll hit next." Dean said. "So, we split up. Do our research, then compare notes." Dad said as he stood up and walked out the door, us following in a line after him. I hoped to God that I saw yellow eyes again, because when I did, I was going to kill him myself.
~Carry On My Wayward Children~
Sam and I sat at a table in the hospital, writing down the names of the babies that would be six months old in a week. After we finally finished, I followed Sam out the door, and came to a stop when Sam did. "Ah!" Sam said as he grabbed the bridge of his nose and squeezed. "Sammy?" I came up beside him and grabbed his upper arm. "I'm alright, Ant. Just a headache." He gave me a reassuring smile, then shook his head.
I knew then what was coming next. He was going to have a vision. I tried to look for a place where he wouldn't be so visible, and spotted one by the right side of the hospital. "Follow me, Sammy. Over here," I murmured, dragging him over. I barely got him to the side when he fell to his knees. "Gah!" He said, clutching his head, his back-pack falling to the ground, forgotten. Suddenly, his eyes popped open, and had a faraway look. I opened my mind to his, and analyzed what he was seeing.
A window. A baby in the crib, a shadow. A sound of a train. That was it, and I pulled out. He looked at me, and said, "I had another vision. I know where he's going to hit next."