Waves Of Hard Times

Chapter 13: The Power I Hold

John watched in horror as the car faded from view, speeding down the road. Pain struck him as he recalled his son falling limply to the ground in a heap. He had desperately tried to go to Dean, but the demon had forced him still. He was broken out of his trance as he saw Bobby race by him. Obviously seeing that the demon's hold was gone he followed Bobby as they walked towards Sam, who stood still in alarm.

"Sam? You alright?" Bobby reached him first and turned the boy to face him. He received a nod from Sam.

"We got to go, Sam? Where's your stuff?" John asked hurriedly.

"That motel room." Sam pointed to the room with the door ajar and John raced over only to disappear into the room and returned with Sam's bag. He walked past Bobby and Sam and called over his shoulder.

"In the car, now!"

"John, stop for a minute here." Bobby called and followed. He had to be the voice of reason. When it came to his sons, John used his emotions to fuel his actions. He needed John to use his head.

"You think I`m going to let that demon take my son away from me!" John turned around angrily.

"Of course I don't, but we got to think this through."

"I am. I'm going to get my son and send that demon back to hell. Get in the car, Sam."

"Ummm Dad?"

"What!"

Sam had moved to the impala and kicked at the tires. "We kinda need wheels. Apparently the demon had enough sense to cut the tires so we couldn't follow." He said frustrated.

"Son of a bitch!" John strode ahead, seeing the dust start to settle and the road was again quiet. Just when he thought he had his boys back, they were broken up again.

"What are we going to do? We can't just stand here!" Sam yelled out.

"We aren't going anywhere's until the impala's tires are fixed."

"That could take time that Dean doesn't have." John felt sick at the thought of his son in the hands of demons. They were liars, devious and didn't care for anything. Except their own hide.

"Wait a minute." Bobby started and pulled out his phone. "I have a friend, about an hour away, she could help."

"She a hunter?" John asked curiously.

"You could say that, she's actually a blood hunter."

"A blood hunter? So she steals blood?" Sam asked confused and made a face.

Bobby chuckled. "Not so much. She can take a sample of blood and find or hunt the being it has come from."

"She could find Dean." Hope appeared in Sam's eyes.

"I'm hoping so." Bobby started to dial but was cut off by his hunting partner.

"How can she do this, Bobby?" John already had a good idea but wanted to be sure.

Bobby sighed, knowing this was where the crap hit the fan. "She's a witch, John."

As was thought, John's face turned into a grimace. "Like hell I'm letting a witch help us. Find another way."

"This is the only way. We don't know where the demon has taken Dean, John. She's not like other witches; can't you trust me with this?"

"You I trust witches not so much. I ain't letting a witch anywhere near my sons."

Despair filled John. He wanted Dean back but putting his trust in a witch was unthinkable to him. He had to trust his training as a hunter to find Dean. Demons leave a trail after all.

"No. We fix the car, find Dean and send the demon back to hell." He said finally and took his own phone out, no doubt trying to find a mechanic nearby.

"Bobby?" Sam had come up beside him. Sam understood his father's problem with witches. Too many they had come across where skivvy and manipulative. But he would do anything if it meant saving Dean.

"Your father's a stubborn man and damn if I haven't ever gone behind his back before." Sam smiled in relief as Bobby picked up his own phone and begun dialling.

Pain filtered through Dean's still muddled mind as awareness crept back into his body. The now reoccurring ache in his head was nothing new but the soreness in his jaw was recent. He lifted his head as it was hanging off his shoulders and tried to get his barings. He was sitting in a chair, hands tied behind his back with one single strain of light coming through a small hole to the left of him, giving him some sight into the dark, musty room. He looked to the right as a door opened and two figures walked in, and through Dean's eyes, one was shrouded in black and the other a deep red. It seemed to pour from them. They shut the doors behind them and at the sound of the slam of it closing, the pain in his head increased until he shut his eyes tightly. Blood pounded in his ears, blocking out any noise. He tried to take deep breaths, and only then, did the pain gradually diminish, and he could make out that the two demons where talking. About him.

"What's so special about him?" A muttered voice reached his ears.

"He's a seer." One voice said almost reverently. Dean recognized the voice belonging to Pastor Jim. He was still being possessed.

"A seer? Impossible!"

"Nope. This is whom we've been waiting for." At this Dean opened his eyes slowly, seeing the two men in front of him. One was the possessed Pastor Jim and the other who looked like a mild mannered man with a pin strip suit.

The man scoffed. "Yeah, aren't we lucky? We got John Winchester's son."

"Listen here! If the writings are true, this boy..."

"I take offense to that." It was to that insult that Dean found his voice, though raspy it was. The demon possessing Pastor Jim and the man who appeared to be an accomplice, turned their heads to Dean.

"We don't really care."

Dean struggled against the ties holding his hands captive. "What do you want with me?"

"You don't know? My God what a pathetic, unintelligent human!"

"How about you just tell me dickwad." A punch to his face was his response, and the throbbing in his jaw grew tenfold. He flexed his jaw, and was thankful that it didn't seem broken.

"Enough, Terry!"

Said man pulled away. "This buffoon doesn't deserve what has been granted to him, Vaspar."

"Vaspar? And you got stuck with the name Terry? Ha! Sounds wimpy to me." Terry made another move towards the smart mouthed teen but was stopped by his partner.

"You wish to hear what we have to say? Then you should SHUT UP!" Vaspar shoved Dean back and the chair he was strapped to fell backwards and he landed with a crash as the wind was knocked out of his lungs and a groan escaped him.

"As I was saying, you are the first seer in a thousand years."

Dean wheezed and arched an eyebrow from his spot on the floor. "Right. So to clarify, I'm a what?"

"A seer, look it up."

"I don't really have a computer handy with me now do I?"

Terry sighed. "Just tell him, He can't stop it."

"Stop what?"

"A seer. It is mostly known as a myth. One who can see into people, see their inter most being of who they are and control it. The last seer was William DeVrey. He was around one thousand five hundred years ago. The writings say power drove him mad and unstable. He desired the control he felt. You can`t escape the drug that power can hold over you."

Dean inwardly shuddered, but he said defiantly, "He wasn't a Winchester."

"Won`t help you none."

Dean rolled his eyes. "I think you've been reading too many fiction books there, Terry. I mean you really believe this?"

"You still don't believe what we say?" Vaspar said astonished. "Your headaches, the way you could tell I possessed your friend in the hospital. You saw the aura surrounding me. It was black, right?" He said mockingly.

"So what I can see the aura of people. What you going to use that for."

"That`s not all you can do."

"What else is there?" Dean didn't want to believe he had these powers but the evidence was beginning to stack against him. He couldn't ignore what he had seen with his own eyes that day in the hospital.

"We aren`t certain for sure, but we would like to try you out. Your powers I mean."

"Like hell I'd help you."

"You won't have a choice. Like I said you will desire to use your gifts. Let's get started shall we." Dean tensed as Vaspar approached him and was mildly surprised when Vaspar untied his hands and lifted him from the ground. Dean's muscles screamed in protest as he stood, the demon behind him keeping him in place. Dean strained his neck when a young woman was brought into the room, her face was amassed with cuts and trickles of blood that fell down her neck and stained her shirt. He thought her hair could have been blonde, but dirt caked it and left it a muddy brown. A confused look shone on Dean's face.

"What is she a seer too?"

"No, this is Allie, our first test subject."

"Excuse me?" Terry pushed the girl forwards and she landed in a heap at Dean's feet. He jerked as to stoop down and help her up, but the presence behind him kept him from doing so. Vaspar knocked Dean ahead a few steps.

"What?" Dean said in annoyance. He now had to try and escape with an extra person, who didn't seem in the condition to run anywhere.

"Focus on her, and see her aura."

Dean scoffed. "I can't control it, asshole. It just happens."

"You're not trying. Now do it!" Dean decided to go with what they asked of him. It was harmless enough for it wouldn't injure the girl at his feet. So he shut his eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. He focused his mind to the girl below him and at once the pain in the back of his head sprung up again, but it wasn't as crippling as the other times. This was new, he thought. Nevertheless, his body tensed as the feeling swept through his brain and made it feel heavy. Dean sprung his eyes open after a few minutes and tilted his head down. Green swirled with yellow and brown added with a heavy dose of fear could be felt. He could almost feel her tremble through his mind. He wondered what these colours meant and their significance. And just as suddenly his vision became clear and the sight of the muddied, bloody girl was seen again. A few seconds later, he realized there was no pain. No head ache.

The demon noticed his surprise. "I have no doubt that with practice; you will soon have no more pain at all."

"Who says I'm staying that long? My dad will have you in hell soon enough."

"So sure you are." Terry grabbed the girl off the floor and had her stand. Her head, though lowered reached Dean's shoulder and her whole body was slumped. "I don't need to ask if it worked, your body told us that it worked, yes?"

Dean stayed silent.

"Now the next test, the most important. Now place your hand on her."

"No."

Terry scowled. "I don't have time for this. Do it or I'll force you!"

"No, Terry. It must be of his own free will. It won't work if he is struggling against his power."

Vaspar dropped his head to Dean's ears and whispered. "How about this. You don't do as we say; we'll rip out this girl's pretty throat and get you a new test subject." A sob was heard from the plaint girl and she raised her head and stared Dean in the eyes. Her blue eyes where begging him to do as they commanded and Dean was at a loss. He had to get them out safely and he couldn't do that if she was dead. Dean yanked his right hand from behind him and placed it on her shoulder, skin touching skin where her shirt was partially ripped.

"Now, do what you did before." Swallowing deeply, Dean followed the taunting voice's command and shut his eyes and he would admit, he was scared of what could happen next. He didn't know what he could be capable of. He forced his mind to be still, like before and again felt the pain and pressure in his head, but this time, it didn't stay put. A wave seemed to pulse down his neck and shoulder and along his arm. It felt like fire through his veins, but when it reached his fingertips, it seemed to disappear. In a daze, Dean took his hand off and stared at it in shock. All at once through, the sudden loss of the power left him boneless and tired, like a lamp being unplugged, a wire short circuiting. He stood wobbly on his feet, his fingers tingling. It was raw power that had coursed through him and it had felt amazing. The power seemed it light him up, gave him energy and Dean wondered at what result it had caused. Dean was still as the blue eyes belonging to the girl were now a dull grey. Her face was void and she stared ahead, unblinking.

"Vaspar, it didn't work! Boss is going kill us!"

The demon walked out from behind Dean who slumped to his knees without the support to hold him up. Vaspar looked into the girl's eyes and tapped her forehead and got no response.

"Too much power, it seems. She's not there anymore. He just needs more practise." And with that Terry pushed the girl to the side and she fell limply to the ground, in a dead weight. Her body lay sprawled across the floor her head turned in Dean's direction and he felt a cold shiver run down his spine. She wasn't there anymore as in she wasn't in her body. What had he done?

Oh dear. Apparently being a seer isn`t relegated to just one ability. Any questions? Love to hear your thoughts! Hope you are all still with me!