Ch. 11
John pulled up to a hotel well after midnight, tired from the day of driving. He looked at dean who was blinking tiredly trying not to fall asleep. He was a big boy and could stay up late like his Dad. "Hey Champ watch Sammy while I got get a room okay?"
Dean nodded and was instantly alert for any danger that might come after him or his brother. John quickly got a room and walked swiftly back to the car. He handed Dean the keys and told him which room they were in and picked up a sleeping Sam. After tucking Sam into the bed and making sure that Dean was getting ready to join his brother John went outside and got their bags.
After setting down the salt lines and making sure that nothing supernatural or otherwise could get into the room without him knowing John finally let himself lay on the bed. John was just starting to drift off when he heard a distressed sound come from the bed across from his. He immediately sat up and looked at Sam, knowing that he was most likely having a nightmare or a vision. He hoped that it was a nightmare, those were easier to deal with. But when Sam started screaming he knew that his hopes were gone. Before he could even think about what he was doing he was on the boys bed, Sam in his arms and Dean looking at him with wide eyes. "Why now," he muttered to himself. After all they had been through didn't they deserve a break?
John held on tighter as Sam started to thrash around and cry out more, until finally Sam's eyes snapped open and he looked up at his father with haunted eyes. "Daddy you gotta call Uncle Jim, they are going to hurt him. You can't let them hurt him, you can't Daddy!"
"Who's going to hurt Jim, Sammy," John asked after he had calmed Sam down.
"I don't know. I never saw him before."
"What did he look like?"
"Scary," the boy supplied with a shrug.
"Thanks," John said sarcastically.
"You're welcome!" As smart as his son was sarcasm still had no meaning to the boy.
"Where were they at?"
"Jim's house."
"Okay Sammy, thank you Buddy I'll go call Uncle Jim right now. You and Dean get back to sleep."
John stepped outside and made sure the door was secure before going to the main office to use the phone. After telling Jim not to go home for a while and asking him to lay low he walked back to his room. Before he even reached the room he could tell that there was a problem. The door was wide open.
He took off at a run towards the room and his boys. When he entered he saw a sight that made his heart stop. Sam and Dean were gone. He ran back outside and frantically searched for any sign where his boys could be. "Stupid John, that was just stupid leaving the boys alone like that," he muttered to himself. That's when he saw a black car speeding past him to get out of the parking lot. While the car passed he could hear Sammy screaming for help. He got his key and ran to his car. When he got the door open he felt a splitting pain on the back of his head before darkness claimed him.
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