Chapter 14

They arrived at the cabin by nightfall. They all got their cuts clean and settled in. All the doors and windows here salted.

"I think I'm gonna need to lie down. This whole thing is just taken a lot out of me." Lisa said and moved passed her brothers.

"Yea, probably a good idea, you didn't sleep much…or at all the past few days." Dean noted and walked passed her.

"A lot of things had to be done. I'll be fine." She said and moved into the room next to her fathers.

"Do you sense something? Something that she's not telling us?" Sam asked walking passed Dean, resting himself on the wall.

"She's been hiding something for a while now Sam. I don't ask until the subject comes up." Dean noted, cleaning one of his knives.

"She needs us Dean. We're her brothers; we need to talk to her, show that we care about her just a little." Sam said.

Both were stunned to see their father up and about. He was pretty weak once they left the apartments.

"Dad, we didn't mean to wake you up." Sam explained, but was interrupted by his father.

"It's alright Son. I'm feeling better anyways." He said then looked at Dean.

"Dean, about the Cult…"

"I know I shouldn't have used it, but he would have killed Sam."

"I'm not trying to argue with you, I'm just saying that it took a lot of guts to do what you did. You protected your brother and your sister. I'm not mad, I'm proud of you son."

"You are?"

"Yes. I am." He moved over to hug him, but Dean stepped behind. He raised the cult to his face.

"Dean? What are you doing?" Sam asked, confused by their situation.

"That's not Dad, he'd be mad that I wasted that bullet. I think he's been possessed since we rescued him."

"Dean, it's me. Come on you don't believe me?" questioned John.

"No, I don't." Dean said, the cult shaking in his hands.

"If you're so sure, then shoot me." He threatened. Not afraid of what his son might do. He lowered his head, not looking at the boy with the gun pointed to his head.

"Dean don't." He heard his brother beg. The cult stayed shaken in his hand, but he never shot.

John chuckled. "I thought so! You boys are really stupid." John said as he raised his head to show his yellow eyes. Before Dean could shoot a bullet, he and Sam were slammed and pinned up to the wall. The Cult dropped out of Deans grasp and fell to the floor.

"Damn it!" Dean cursed to himself.

John/Demon walked over to the pistol that layed on the ground and picked it up and observed it.

"Man has this thing been a pain in my ass."

"we've been looking for you for a long time." Sam said, grinding his teeth.

John/Demon moved over to Sam and placed the gun on the table.

"Well, you found me. Now that you know who I am, let me bring the whole family together…. Oh daughter!" he teased.

A small scream came out of the room and they knew it was Lisa. They watched as their sister appeared to be dragged on the floor, pinned once they could see her.

"Sam! Dean!" she cried for. She couldn't move.

Both Dean and Sam struggled to break their bonds, but they were pinned…and strong.

John/Demon walked and bent down, kneeling at the girl.

"Don't touch her! You hear me?!" Sam warned.

"What are you gonna do, SAMMY? You going to move the gun with your mind? Go ahead! Move the gun." He threatened, then motioned back to Lisa.

"Wow, you grew Lis. You were a baby last time I saw you." He teased.

"Yea, I was hoping that would be the last time I'd ever have to see you!" she said, spitting in his face.

"You know, I think you should tell your brothers the truth…you know about your dreams." He threatened. He could see her eyes begin to tear as she knew that her secret was about to be revealed.

"What is he talking about?" Dean asked, looking at her very seriously.

"Oh see, Baby sister over here has been hiding the fact that when she sleeps, she gets tortured…by me. For the past week I've been invading her dreams, and when she wakes up…" he lifted her shirt to reveal all the bruises across her stomach. "She feels it."

"You son of a bitch! I'll kill you! Get away from my sister!" Dean yelled. He could now see how that one action caused all her pain to reveal. The reason why she never slept, the reason she was always afraid.

John/The Demon moved away from Lisa and moved his way to Dean.

"You think you can handle it? Johnny boy lost his wife, Sammy lost Jess, Lisa lost Missouri, I guess that means it's your turn. Who do I know you couldn't bear to lose?" he asked. Dean's eyes widened as he knew what he was going to say.

"Did you know that Sam was in Lisa's nursery when I was there that night? I wasn't after Lisa…I was after Sam! Then she started crying and caused Mommy to worry. By the time your dad heard your mother scream, Sam ran back to his room. Don't you remember him waking you up Dean?"

Dean smirked.

"You think you're going to tap yourself into my head and I'm going to crack? You're wrong!"

"Then I suppose when I do this…" Lisa slid from the floor to the wall and began to be dragged to the ceiling. She cried for her brothers to save her. Digging her nails into the plaster dreading what was going to happen. Dean struggled again and still had no luck. "You don't crack?"

"Why? Why us? Why me?" Sam asked.

"That Sammy is something you will never figure out. I just want to kill all of you Winchesters." The demon said, starring at Lisa on the ceiling.

At that moment, his eyes brew a brighter yellow. The brothers heard her sister scream in pain. Blood began to drip from her bleeding stomach. At the same moment, Dean groaned and Sam saw the blood falling from his chest.

"Sam, don't let him kill us!" he cried for Sam to save them.

"Dad! No! Fight this!" Lisa cried for, as the pain began to take over and things began to go dark.

"Stop? Stop it" John whispered. "Let them go!"

Dean and Sam were not pinned anymore. Dean fell to the ground coughing for air. Sam ran for the gun, and he aimed it at his father.

Although the demon had his eyes to Sam, he still had control over Lisa, who was still pinned up to the ceiling.

"What are you going to do? Kill Daddy?" he threatened.

"No, just kill you." He lowered the gin to his leg and fired. The electric bolts shot out of his leg and he fell to the ground. At that moment when John hit the floor, Lisa fell from the ceiling onto the hardwood floor.

Sam moved over to Dean to check if he was alright, he could tell that he lost a lot of blood but he would live. When he moved over to Lisa, he noticed that even though Dean lost a lot of blood, Lisa had no color left in her. If they didn't get them both to a hospital, they wouldn't make it through the night.

Sam mad his dreadful way to John and John yelled,

"Sam! Sammy…you have to kill me. It's still inside me I feel it. Shoot me, Son. Shoot me." John begged.

Sam could hear Dean's faint cries of No and Don't, but he knew that if he didn't there may not have been another time to kill him, but he couldn't do it. He wasn't going to be the one to kill his father. Black fog screamed out of John's mouth and it was too late, the demon was gone.

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Sam was able to get his brother, sister and father inside the car. He put his foot on the petal and made his way to the hospital. Dean sat in the back along Sam's side as Lisa was unconscious behind their father; her head against the window.

"Hospital's only ten minutes away." He said.

"Why didn't you listen to me, Son? I gave you an order and you broke it!" John cursed, but Sam didn't care. He glanced at the rear-view and saw Dean give him a look.

"Look, you can't be mad at me, okay. We still have the cult, we have one bullet left. Maybe we could….."

He was cut off by a half-ton truck slamming into the passenger side.

The Impala was trashed, with the Winchesters still inside. The driver of the truck had the blackest eyes, darker then night. He walked out of the truck to the car and pulled off the door. BIG MISTAKE! Sam was still conscious and he pointed the gun to his face.

"I really don't want to use this bullet, but if you don't leave I'll have no choice but to kill you before you can move another step." He threatened. A few seconds flew by and the black fog escaped out of the drivers mouth.

"What? What happened?" the driver asked, then noticed the car and his truck in the front of it.

"Call an ambulance! Hurry!" Sam yelled. He couldn't move his arm, but he was able to turn his head and noticed everyone in the car was more hurt then him and they needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Hang on!" he whispered as he heard the sirens echo in the distance.