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Sam is 10, Dean is 15
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Okay, you all are going to HATE me... This is a badly written chapter, short and not all that much happens. But it furthers the plot and I wanted to stop here before moving on. I know it's been a little while since I updated, but I've been busy/sick.
Hope you enjoy chapter twelve!
Waiting. The one thing Mary hated most. Hated it when she was hunting, and she hated it now. When your waiting, your guard is less likely to stay up, and you often find yourself caught unawares when the waiting stops.
Bret turned off his phone. "Your husband's coming. And he's bringing the boys with him."
Mary's head shot up. No... John wouldn't.
Julie smiled. "Good. When he get's here, I want you to shoot that bastard of a child."
Bret frowned. "Julie, sweet cakes, we can use the boy..."
"I don't care!" Julie shouted. "He's affecting Dean and I can't allow it to continue. Just shoot him. We can find demons the old fashioned way."
"What do you mean by that?" Mary suddenly asked.
The couple turned to Mary. "It's none of your concern," Julie said with a sneer.
Mary frowned. "You don't mean to say... that Sam can sense demons?"
Bret smirked. "'Course he can. It took me a while, but I was able to get Sam to work for me. All I had to do was push the right buttons, and Sam was a functioning compass!"
Mary started to tremble. "You mean you tortured him."
Bret shrugged. "I was doing the world a favor. Fighting demons. The boy's a danger. As long as I can keep him under my finger, he's no harm."
"Yes, he is," Julie protested. "To Dean. And I won't allow it to continue. When they get here, you shoot him."
Bret shook his head. "Don't worry. One day with that brat, and he'll realize where his place is again."
Mary closed her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. "This cannot be real..."
Bret frowned. "What'dya mean?"
Mary glared at him. "Sam is a ten year old boy, born with a curse that makes him the target of seemingly everyone. He's so traumatized he can't even speak. Hell, he can't even eat unless Dean's there to nudge him on! He's not a threat to anyone!"
Julie shook her head. "You being a hunter, how can you be so blind?"
Mary gave her an even gaze. "Maybe I should be glad I gave up hunting."
"Or maybe you'll regret it." Julie pulled out a pistol and sat down. "Old habits wear down, reactions slow... your judgment blurs."
"I think it's your judgment that's blurred," Mary growled.
Julie shook her head and opened her mouth to say something when Bret hushed her. "What?" she said harshly.
Bret smiled as he look out the window. "They're here."
Mary's stomach dropped. "No John.... god no," she whispered.
Bret stood by the door with his shotgun in hand and doorknob in the other. Julie stood over Mary, pistol aimed at her head.
There was a few seconds of agonizing silence. Then there was a knock on the door. Bret looked to Julie, who nodded. Then he opened the door, shotgun pressed against the door just in case.
And there they were. Sam and Dean with their hands bound, Sam shaking hard and whimpering softly in Deans arms. Dean himself glared at the older hunters, though his glare faltered when his gaze landed on Julie.
John stood behind them, a scowl on his face, as if the brothers were pieces of dirty filth. Most people would have thought John was a right bastard, but Mary could see through it.
It was an act.
And Mary was determined to pay her part. Plastering an expression of what she hoped was horror, she cried, "John! What on earth are you -- !?"
"Shut up," John said. He shoved Dean and Sam gently forward and said, "Here they are. Now let my wife go."
Julie gave Bret a meaningful look, her glare flickering to the boys every few seconds. "Well, Bret?" she said.
Bret pointedly ignored her. He nodded to Mary and said, "Untie her."
Julie gave Bret a look of disbelief. "Bret...!"
"Just do it!" Bret kept his eye of John, not fully trusting him. "We'll deal with it later."
Julie glared at her hubby, but pulled out her knife and quickly cut Mary's bonds.
Mary's eyes watered a little as her numb arms were suddenly shot with pins and needles. She rubbed her chaffed wrists as Julie cut the bonds holding her ankles. But when Julie grabbed her arm, Mary quickly dislodged her grip and stood for kept a firm eye on Julie as she slowly walked towards her husband, her heart breaking at the sound of Sam's whimpers.
Julie smiled. "Our business is done. Now we go our separate ways and forget this ever happened."
John gave a crooked smile. "I don't think so." He brought his arm up and aimed a pistol at the couple, swiveling right to left.
Julie raised an eyebrow and laughed. "You can't seriously think that you can take us both, do you?"
Mary was both relieved that John wasn't going to just hand over the boys and terrified that he was going to get himself killed. Oh, god, I hope you know what you're doing...
John gave a small head cock. "I don't intend to."
There was a small click and Julie's head quickly turned to the source. Dean held a pistol in his hand, his other hand firmly on Sam's shoulder.
Julie's smile faltered. "Dean, sweetie... put that down, hon."
Dean just shook his head, but his arms started to shake.
"All four of us are going to leave now," John said. "And then we're gonna call the police."
Dean slowly started to back up. Sam silently followed his brother. His conscious self had buried itself into the deepest recesses of his mind, where only his brother's thoughts could just lightly touch his fragile psyche. When I say so, Sam could hear, Don't think, just run.
"We won't let you do this," Bret said. "Those kids are ours! To deal with and care for as we see fit!"
John shook his head. "You don't deserve the privilege of children."
Dean closed his eyes and sighed, hoping to to all the existing gods that he was doing the right thing. "No one does," he whispered.
John was caught by surprise as Dean spun around and grabbed his pistol, simultaneously shoving his brother out the door and keeping all four adults in his sights. His arms shook as he aimed the pistols at them. "From now on..." Dean said quietly, "Stay away from us."
Julie's eyes filled with tears as she lowered her gun down. "Dean.... don't do this, baby..."
Dean just shook his head, refusing to meet eyes with the woman. His body filled with regret and guilt and he didn't know why. Because I betrayed her... his mind spewed. "I'm sorry," he said. He pulled the triggers on both the guns, his hands screaming in pain at the sudden jolt. He heard a couple cries but didn't wait to see what damage he caused. He just grabbed Sam's hand and ran. Ran as fast as he could, slowly emptying his mind of everything and focusing solely on the pounding of his feet and the the tiny hand gripped in his own.
See? Badly written and short :P I promise to try and update soon!
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