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Knowing Sam was safely walking in the opposite direction of where the fighting was taking place made Dean walk fast towards where he knew the battle was just beginning. Sure having Sam present to help out would have been a plus, but he wasn't ready to have his brother get hurt but this bastard again. The shifter having John's memories knew how much Sam meant to them both, and he would use that to his advantage once again. With determination, Dean quickened his pace. He couldn't wait to waste this bitch.
~*SPN*~
John watched out of the corner of his eye as Dean quietly snuck up behind Sam and made a hastily retreat into the safety of the woods. He wasn't about to give away what was going on with a smirk, so once his boys were out of harm's way he turned back to the shifter wearing his face and focused on what to do next.
It was a horrifying sight watching someone with Dean's face having his throat slit open like that. It was even more horrifying watching someone wearing John's face enjoying it. He had to keep reminding himself that his boys were fine, and these guys were monsters.
~*SPN*~
Mathis was honored to see the look in Dean's eyes as blood came rushing out of his neck, down his arm, and into the red amulet. Not only did he kill a Winchester, he was about to get great power.
Finally, it seemed as if Dean had died. Mathis took the amulet from Dean's hands, and pushed the lifeless body to the ground. He held the amulet up to his face, and waited for a reaction. After a few seconds it started to glow and it gave off a hum.
"Just a few more minutes, and I will be the most powerful being in the world!" Mathis started to feed off the energy of the amulet, but after a few seconds the smile was wiped from his face, and he looked at John.
"What the hell is going on here? The energy is all wrong!"
The amulet was still humming, and then shattered. Gem pieces scattered everywhere, shooting into a million different directions. Unfortunately for Mathis most of the tiny shards landed directly in his face, making him scream in pain and anger. He pulled himself together long enough to give a furious look at John.
"What the hell happened?!"
John took the distraction and already had his gun raised. Mathis saw this almost too late. Once the bullet was fired the shifter bolted to the side, and the bullet hit his ribs instead of his heart. He bolted to the front end of his truck.
"Come on out Mathis! It's over, you lost!"
"I'm still alive John! This isn't over!" Panting he looked around. He knew he left a tied up Sam nearby, and if he could get to him first he would be all set. But looking to where he left him there was no one there!
"Where's your boy John? No way he got up and walked away on his own! Tell me, why would scum like Tobias sacrifice himself for your family like that?"
John was slowly moving around the truck and listening to the shifter. He was wondering how long it would take for him to find out exactly what had happened. He was hoping it would have taken longer, but he knew that Dean was with Sam and he wouldn't let him get hurt. They just had to follow the path and they would be safe. He could take care of Mathis on his own.
Mathis also started circling the truck. He sensed John would make a move once he seemed to be down, but he wasn't going down without a fight either.
"There was one flaw with your plan. Dean's strong, stronger than you gave him credit for. And your shifter was weak of mind. Dean's instincts won."
John rounded the truck and saw no one there. Dam this bastard could be anywhere! Had to shoot him in the heart to permanently kill him. He kept looking for any signs of where Mathis might be, there was a faint blood trail rounding the truck. John decided to double back thinking the shifter was going to try and come up behind him. He turned the other corner and still nothing. It was too late to notice that the stealthy shifter was on top of the roof, when he came crashing down on top of John, knocking them both to the hard ground. John lost his gun as they both started fighting.
~*SPN*~
Dean got out of the woods and to where everything was taking place. He heard more than saw the two figures that looked like his father punching each other on the ground. He then saw his dad's gun not too far away from the fight, and made a lunge for it. There was blood everywhere on the ground, he was hoping it wasn't his dad's. he lifted it up towards the two figures.
"HEY!" Dean made his presence known, and the two figures stopped attacking each other and looking wide eyed at Dean. The shifter rolled off of John and got to his feet.
"Dean thank goodness! He was going to kill me!"
Dean cocked one eyebrow. "Are you serious? You think I'm stupid? Your face is torn to shit! If you were my father you would show just a little bit more pain than you currently are. I know he's stubborn but not THAT stubborn."
The gun in Dean's hands was aimed right at the bastard's heart. Mathis smiled at Dean.
"Well, they all say Sam's the smart one."
Again last minute the shifter moved out of the way just as Dean fired. He got hit in the arm this time, and headed right for the thick cover of the forest.
~*SPN*~
Sam was coming out of the forest just as a figure was coming in. They were about to collided as Sam stopped short. He almost didn't recognize the shifter with his father's face since it was covered in blood and what looked like glass shards sticking out everywhere. Upon seeing him he immediately froze and his eyes went wide. He went to turn and run but was grabbed, he let his hunter's instincts take control as he expertly punched the shifter in the face, but upon doing so ended up getting some small shards embedded in his knuckles. He only took a few seconds to look at his hand but it was enough time for the shifter to pull himself together and punch Sam hard in the face. Sam went down hard, the shifter was standing over him when he heard leaves and branches crunching behind him. Knowing it was either John, Dean or both, he quickly grabbed Sam and held him tight in front of him. By the time he saw both John and Dean burst through the thick woods, he already had one arm around Sam's chest, and the other arm around his throat.
"Don't move!" The shifter yelled while keeping a firm hold on Sam.
John and Dean stopped right in their tracks upon hearing the shifter, and seeing Sam right in front of him being used as a human shield. Sam appeared to be unconscious and had a new gash on his forehead, but other than that seemed ok.
The sight before Dean made him furious. Sam was supposed to be safely walking in the opposite direction of the danger, not walking right into it! First things first, get Sam away from the bad guy, THEN be angry at him.
With all the anger Dean could produce, the threats started coming out of his mouth before he could even think. "Get away from him or you're dead! I'll slowly rip you limb from limb and you will be dead before you even hit the ground!"
"That's some threat for the guy holding your little brother! Now this is how this is going to work, I'm taking Sam with me, and the two of you are going to find yet another amulet, and I'm not going to be so nice to him this time." Mathis started walking backwards with Sam in tow. Through the blood you could see a pissed off expression on his now twisted and mangled face. Then suddenly Mathis stumbled forward with an "OOMPH!" Sam went flying and Dean was ready to catch him with his waiting arms. John took out his gun and shot the bastard right in the heart. He watched as the life drained from his eyes, and he was finally down for the count. John looked up when he saw someone behind him and couldn't believe it. Tobias was standing behind where Mathis was formally standing and had a huge branch in his hands. Upon seeing that Mathis was down for good, he relaxed and dropped the branch. He looked up and saw relief on John's face and horror on Dean's. He reached up and put his now free hand to his still injured and sliced neck. He turned to where Sam was in Dean's arms and became concerned.
"He ok?"
Dean hugged Sam a little closer to him when the shifter spoke. Toby saved Sam's life, but he still had a problem trusting him. He was a shifter after all.
"He's fine." Dean didn't take his eyes off Toby, and Toby got the message loud and clear. He shook his head and took one more look at Sam before moving his attention to John.
"You going to kill me now?" Toby knew how all of this was going to end. In the end, he was the bad guy, and he was a co-conspirator in kidnapping Sam. He knew that once Mathis was dead and Sam was safe, that he was a dead man.
"Dean, take Sam to the car."
Dean looked between his father and Toby. "Dad…"
"Son, take Sam to the car. I'll take care of him."
Dean mumbled something under his breath. He then positioned a still unconscious Sam so that he had one arm under his knees and one under his back. With a grunt he stood back up, all 6'4" of little brother in his arms. Just before he was about to walk away, Tobias spoke.
"You know, it's easier to carry him up if he's over your shoulder."
Dean stopped with Sam in his arms and practically growled at Toby, who saw the look Dean was giving him and backed down. He looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet. Dean looked at his father, then walked away into the night.
~*SPN*~
John knew it had to come to this. It seemed as if as long as the shifter was in Dean's form, he wouldn't harm Sam. But the second he was in any other form, he might come back and try to kill everyone. After all this is a dangerous creature we're dealing with here. One who did help kidnap Sam. On the other hand he saved Sam, twice. The second time wasn't planned, but John noticed Toby's neck was still heavily bleeding and he was pale. He was able to heal himself enough to save Sam and help take Mathis down for the count.
Tobias looked up at John with a forlorn look on his face. "Do what you have to do John. I'm a monster. I understand."
John nodded his head, picked up his gun, and fired.
~*SPN*~
Dean made it back to the impala without any problems. Mathis was dead and Tobias was about to be killed by his father. He had heard the fatal gunshot not to long after leaving the site with Sam in tow, and for once he was able to breath.
He checked the gash on Sam's head, and even though it knocked him out, it wasn't life threatening in the slightest. He was also able to pull the gem slices out of Sam's knuckles and bandage him up. Knowing that Sam was breathing and his heart beat was steady, Dean settled in the passenger side of the impala while Sam was awkwardly laid out in the back. He would take quick glimpses at his brother, almost to make sure he was still there, and him being there wasn't some sick trick.
A couple of hours later John came walking out of the woods. He had soot on his hands and a little on his face. Dean was standing guard, holding a shot gun, the second he saw a figure coming towards them that shot gun was up and ready. Upon seeing his father, he was still a little hesitant.
"Dean it's me. Put that thing down."
"Just humor me and cut yourself with silver. Just a little."
John wanted to argue but knew it was no use. Dean wasn't going to put down the shot gun until he was positive it was John. He took out his silver knife, showed it to Dean, and slowly cut it over his hand.
Dean recognized it was his father's knife cutting him across the hand. The second his father shown him he was unaffected by the silver, Dean put the gun down. John gladly got into the driver's seat, and Dean settled in the passenger seat.
"They're dead?" Dean asked almost knowing the question but had to be sure.
"Yeah. Just burnt the bodies myself."
Dean nodded. It was an amazing feeling knowing the threats were dead and done with. John started up the engine and Dean looked back at Sam.
"He ok?" John asked. He would never get used to seeing either of his boys injured.
"Yeah, he'll be alright." Dean smiled because he knew Sam was going to be alright. He would except nothing less.
The car sped off into the dark on night. As the tail lights lit up a part of the forest, concerned hazel eyes turned to white for a second before turning back to hazel, and he smiled.
TheEnd
*Let me know if you didn't get the ending and I will revise it, but yes I'm planning a sequel to just about all my stories including this one. I hope you enjoyed it!*
