Sorry for how long it has been guys. And, I'm sorry this chapter is kinda slow. I'm really struggling with a bad case of writers block with this story. I hope you understand and I hope this chapter is up to par.
"Dusty, come on. Put that gun down before you hurt someone!" John yelled, trying to move towards Brielle.
Suddenly, two hunters grabbed him and kept him in place.
More hunters began to crowd around and neither Winchester could tell whose side they were on.
Brielle kept backing up until she reached a wall and couldn't move any more. She was about fifteen feet from John, who was struggling against the two hunters holding him.
Dusty continued to point the gun between Brielle's eyes. "John, I'm sorry, but you're kids got to go, starting with this one."
He flashed a disturbing smile. "Although, it does seem like a waste to kill such a beautiful creature," he said, taking his hand and running it down Brielle's face. "Maybe we could have some fun with her first."
"I'm so out of your league." Brielle hissed, to which Dusty smacked her across the face.
John tried to break free, but was restrained by the other hunters.
Dusty painfully gripped Brielle's checks in his hand and forced her to look at him. "Well, smart mouth, I'd love to teach you some manners, I might do that before I kill you. And don't worry; we'll get your brothers once we're through here."
Brielle glared at him. "If you touch them, I'll kill you."
"Why are you doing this Dusty?" John asked, as he looked to Brielle, wondering what to do.
"Let's face it John. Your family is the reason Hell has been unleashed on Earth. They've got to pay."
"Well, the only way you're going to hurt my kids is if you go through me first." John said as he started to fight against the hunters holding him back. Dusty swung around and pointed the gun toward him.
As soon as Dusty looked away, Brielle high kicked the gun out of his hand, sending it up in the air then swept his legs out from under him. She grabbed the falling gun in midair and pointed it towards the other hunters while pulling another gun from behind her that she had tucked into the back of her pants. She put her foot on Dusty's throat and pointed the second gun at him.
"Now, everybody chill out. And, if anybody else points a gun at my father, they will be dead before they hit the floor, understand?"
The other hunters slowly backed away from John, arms raised, showing they were no longer a threat.
"Look, we're not trying to cause any trouble. We'll just leave, okay?" She said, as she looked at the other hunters, some with undeniable hatred in their eyes.
John hurried to her side. "Are you okay?" He asked, as he checked on her. Despite the fact that she nodded, all he saw was red when he saw the handprint standing out against her pale complexion.
He pulled out his own gun and pointed it at Dusty and shot him in the shoulder.
Dusty lurched in pain under Brielle's foot which she quickly moved. "Don't you ever touch or point a gun at my daughter again!" He then looked at the other hunters, glaring at them. "And, if anyone comes near my children, any of them, I will rip your heart out of your chest and feed it to a Hellhound!"
The other hunters nodded, showing that they knew better than to ever mess with the Winchester family again.
Brielle got wide eyed as the scene before her unfolded. She now understood what Castiel was talking about when he said she had a temper like her father's. "Dad. Come on." She said, pulling him outside.
John stayed behind Brielle, gun drawn, protecting her from the other hunters. She quietly climbed into the passenger seat of the Impala, as John got in the driver's side, slamming the door and peeling out, clearly irate about what had just transpired in the diner.
"Brielle, I'm sorry you had to see how horribly us hunters can act back there." He said, causing Brielle to shake her head.
"You know, you really didn't have to shoot him. I've been hurt worse than that before."
"By Alistair?" John asked, as she frowned.
"Yeah. I tried to go after Lilith alone, and then she sent Alistair after me. He kidnapped me and…" She stopped, struggling to find the words.
John looked over at her and frowned. "Your brother's already told me about it. You don't have to talk about it."
She smiled at him, glad he understood.
"But, I'll tell you this much, he's lucky Sam already killed him, or so help me, I'd…." He stopped, not able to think of what to say. "Well, you know, that will never happen again. No one will ever put their hands on my daughter again."
Brielle smile warmly at him, as they pulled into her garage. She looked over and saw an unfamiliar truck. "You know them?" She asked, wondering who could possibly be at her house.
John nodded with an emotion on his face that she couldn't quite make out. He sighed, as he got out of the Impala, and the two of them headed inside.
John led the way to the kitchen, with Brielle following behind. The events of the day, mixed with already worn out body, were taking a toll on her and she was moving a little slower than usual.
She did her best to keep up, as she walked into her kitchen and saw Bobby, Dean, and Sam talking to two women she had never seen before. One was middle aged, with auburn hair and an average build, while the other was a petite blonde, about Sam's age, who looked out of place next to the seasoned hunters.
John cleared his throat as he walked in, causing the others to turn and see him and Brielle.
"Well, I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it with my own two eyes. John Winchester, back from the dead." Ellen said, as she walked over to John and gave him a hug. She had forgiven him for Bill's death a long time ago she just wished he would forgive himself.
"Hey Ellen. Good to see you." He said, as he hugged her back, glad to see his old friend again, but still he had an overwhelming sense of guilt about what had happened all those years ago.
"And this must be the pride and joy of the Winchester bunch." She said, motioning to Brielle, who was standing behind John, feeling somewhat out of place amongst the tight knit group of hunters. She smiled as Ellen stuck out her hand.
"Hey honey. I'm Ellen Harvelle and this here's my daughter Jo."
Brielle shook her hand. "Brielle MacAlarney."
"Well, Brielle, it's a pleasure to meet you. The boys have been bragging about you nonstop since we got here. I hope you don't mind the intrusion on our part, but the boys had us come so we could figure out how to stop this whole apocalypse."
"It's no intrusion. Any friend of these guys is a friend of mine. There's a spare bedroom upstairs you two are more than welcomed to stay in."
"Thank you sweetie." Ellen said, smiling warmly.
John looked over at Jo and took a step towards her. He hadn't seen her since she was a tyke and he couldn't believe how much she had grown up. He should have stayed in touch, but he was the reason she didn't have a father, and the guilt he felt when he was around her was unbearable.
"Hey Jo." John said, smiling weakly. Jo stepped forward, emotionless, before she suddenly slapped him across the face.
"Joanna Beth!" Ellen yelled, shocked at her daughter's actions.
"You're the reason he's dead. The demon…"
She didn't get a chance to finish, due to a right hook cutting her off and sending her to the floor. She looked up from the ground and saw Brielle standing protectively in front of John, as he was trying to hold her back, but it didn't seem to be working.
"If you enjoy breathing, I suggest you never touch my father again or raise your voice to him." She said, as John desperately tried to calm her down and get her away from Jo.
"Your father is the reason my Dad is dead." She said, as she stood up, only to be held back by Bobby.
"No, you stupid bimbo. A freakin' hellspawn is why your Dad is dead. Get that through your head."
"Your Dad messed up."
"Oh, and you've never messed up a hunt?"
She looked at her in silence
"We're hunters, crap happens, and people die. Does it suck? Heck yes, but its part of the job, and if you don't want to take that risk, go work in an office somewhere."
"That's easy for you to say, your Dad's still alive."
"Yeah, but I grew up with no parents at all, so don't lecture me."
Brielle glared at Jo and Jo glared back at her, before she looked up at John hatefully.
"Keep looking at him like that, I'll knock your teeth down your throat."
"Your father shouldn't be here. How come he gets to come back from the dead and my Dad doesn't? How is that fair?"
"They brought him back because he's one of the best, if not the best, hunters to ever live and we need all the help we can get to win this war."
"I don't want any help from him."
"Good, then don't let the door hit you on the way out. We don't need you if your going to drag up a bunch of crap that happened forever ago. I'm sorry your Dad died. I know it sucks, because my Mom died too. Now, you can keep getting angry at my Dad and I can keep punching you and knocking you on your butt, or you can get angry at Lucifer and the demons, the real things responsible for your Dad's death, because without them, a lot of people we love would still be alive."
Jo looked at her and nodded, before she glanced up at John. "Sorry John. I know you didn't mean to get my Dad hurt. You weren't very experienced yet and you messed up. I'm sorry."
John nodded, before Jo looked at the others. "I'm, I'm going to go outside for a bit. I need some air."
She walked outside, and Bobby sighed. "This is why I never hunt with more than one woman at a time."
"Excuse me?" Ellen and Brielle both said at the same time.
"What? I'm sorry, but you all try to prove who is Alpha Female and nearly tear each other to shreds in the process."
"Yeah, cause guys never do that. Bobby, didn't you once threaten to shoot my Dad cause he wanted to run a hunt a certain way and you wanted to go about it a different way?" Brielle asked, raising an eyebrow.
Bobby looked away, embarrassed.
"That's what I thought."
"Okay, as entertaining as that showdown was, we've got bigger fish to fry." John stated, anger in his voice.
"What's that Dad?" Sam asked.
"At the diner one of the hunters, an old friend of mine, said that my kids had to die. A lot of the hunters seemed to agree with him. Some of the guys held me back while he harassed Brielle. He almost shot your sister!"
Dean's entire body tensed up. "He pulled a gun on Brielle?"
John nodded, as Sam looked at Brielle closer, noticing the slight outline of a handprint against her face.
"Did he smack you?" He asked, as Brielle nodded.
"Oh, he's dead. I'm gonna rip his lungs out." Dean yelled, as he grabbed his jacket then headed toward the door. "Sammy!"
"Right behind you." Sam said, equally angry, as he started out the door with Dean.
"Alright, alright, everyone calm down." Brielle said, but no one seemed to listen to her.
"I said 'everybody calm down!'" She yelled, causing the boys to stop in their tracks.
"Boys, Dad already shot the guy from the diner in the shoulder. I think he got the point. So, why don't we all calm down? We're already out numbered enough the way it is. We can't afford to go get ourselves killed! They're aiming for you too."
The boys looked at Brielle, reluctant to go back inside. Sam finally nodded, as he sat his coat down and came inside. "Come on Dean, Brielle's right."
"But I want to shoot that guy!" Dean yelled, as Sam shook his head.
"I do too Dean, but if we go in there, we'll get ourselves killed or hurt. We need to focus on the Apocalypse right now."
Dean sighed, "Fine. But once we kill Lucifer, I'm hunting that guy down and making him wish he'd never been born." He slung his coat down on the table, still beyond angry at what he had just found out.
"I still don't understand. Why are they targeting you guys?" Ellen asked.
"They blame the boys for the starting of the apocalypse, and since Brielle is in with the angels, and the angels tricked Sam, that makes her guilty by association in their eyes."
"So, now we're fighting angels, demons, any other fugly bad guy out there, and other hunters. That's just super." Dean said.
Suddenly, Castiel appeared in the kitchen.
"Way to show up after I get a gun pulled on me. Real mature angel boy, real mature." Brielle said, shaking her head.
"I just heard about what happened at the diner. Are you okay?" He asked, walking over to her and putting his hands on your shoulders.
"Yeah, Cass, I'm fine. Worse things have happened. I'm okay" She responded.
"Well, that guy will never bother you again."
"What do you mean, 'Never bother me…' Please tell me you didn't turn the guy into a pillar of salt."
Castiel looked away from her.
"Cass! We've had this discussion. You can't just go and turn people who threaten me into salt. I'm not five, I can take care of myself. I don't need you to fight my battles, none of you. If you guys keep trying to protect me without thinking about it, you're going to end up getting yourselves hurt, or killed."
A wave of dizziness suddenly hit Brielle, as she started to wobble and then grabbed the table to sturdy herself.
"Brielle. Are you okay?" Sam asked concerned, as John and Dean rushed to her side also.
"Yeah guys. I'm fine. Just a bit dizzy, that's all."
John shook his head. "I shouldn't have taken you to that diner. You're in no shape to be out. You need to be in bed resting. Go lay down and get some rest."
"Dad, I'm fine seriously."
"This really isn't up for discussion. Go." John said, as he kissed her on the forehead, and smiled at her.
"Fine." She huffed, as she started muttering something about treating her like she was a child.
Ellen chuckled. "She's quite the spitfire. I'm going to go make sure she doesn't have any trouble with the stairs." She said, before heading down the hallway after the youngest Winchester.
Sam looked at Castiel. "Did you really turn some guy into a pillar of salt?"
Castiel nodded, "I told you, I won't let anyone hurt that girl."
Dean smiled, "Nice! Can you teach me how to do that?"
Castiel raised an eyebrow and shook his head at Dean, who shrugged. "Just wondering."
Like I said, sorry if this chapter is somewhat of a let down. I promise the next one will be better, or at least I hope it will be, as soon as this writer's block clears up. Please read and review.