Summary: John drags his boys on another hunt, but unfortunately this time they weren't prepared. When a caring teacher discovers the boys' injuries, will her meddling help or hurt the family? A wee!chester story.

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As Dean strained his ears to hear past the pounding of his own heart, he could hear an approaching vehicle. More specifically, the Impala's engine. He'd recognize it anywhere.

While John and Bobby were creeping towards the house, John was hit with a strong feeling that something was off. He knew instantly his boys were in trouble. He motioned to Bobby who nodded immediately and they each stepped to one side of the door, framing it.

John held up three fingers and counted down. As he reached the last digit, he moved in front of the door and kicked it open, then stormed inside, guns blazing, and took the right side of the house while Bobby took the left.

The second the door swung open, Dean tried to shout a warning to his father, but the demon cut off his air supply with an invisible grip around his throat. His eyes darted to his little brother to find that Sam was getting the same treatment, as was his teacher.

The pressure didn't last long, however. The moment John came within sight, the demon had him thrown roughly into the opposite wall, followed closely by Bobby who came running at the sound of the crash.

"Oh, this is just too easy. All three remaining Winchesters, and dear old Bobby Singer. Priceless." With another wave of its hand, the two men were lifted off the floor and slammed back-first into the wall and held there painfully. "Might as well stay and enjoy the show. We're playing my own version of truth or dare. Got another one for ya, Deano. Is your dad an obsessed son-of-a-bitch when it comes to hunting?"

Dean glared at the demon with everything he had left. "Don't do this."

"You better answer quickly, Dean. I've got plenty of contestants to fulfill the dare portion with now." The knife continued to rotate as it flew in a circle around the room, pausing in front of each captive for a few seconds before continuing to the next one. It stopped in front of their dad. "Answer truthfully or he loses a finger…"

"Yes, damn you. He's obsessed when it comes to hunting."

"Hear that, John? Even your number one soldier admits it!" The demon sauntered over into John's personal space.

"Let everyone else go. This is between you and me."

"John, John, John… We both know that isn't true! You dragged your boys into this life the second you picked up a rifle and handed it to your son. And when was that? Third grade?"

"He needed to learn to protect himself from the likes of you!"

"Try and justify it all you want, Johnny, but the fact is, you and you alone destroyed their childhood. And if they get killed on a hunt, it's on your shoulders. But what about you, John? Got any questions for Deano? Bet he doesn't tell you everything. Wanna ask him if he's still a virgin?" Dean blushed profusely from the chest up at that one, making his father raise his eyebrows, clearly surprised. "Oh! Or how about what's your greatest wish, Dean? Not for Sam, not for your dad… Just you. Yeah, I like that one. What is your greatest dream?"

"To kill you myself," Dean growled out.

"Uh uh uh… Try again."

Dean dropped his gaze once again to his knees as the knife made its way over to his father. "To have my dad need me back. To love me." He didn't even bother trying to hold back the tears of shame anymore. Each drop tore at his brother's heart who was quick to try and console him.

"He does, Dean! God, we both do and always will!"

"I didn't say it was your turn to speak, Samuel."

"Can't you see what you're doing to him?! Just stop already! What do you want from us?!"

"Temper, temper! That is such a loaded question… But I'm the one asking them here, not you. Dean? What was the last thing your mom ever said to you? Do you remember?"

"No." Dean winced at how quickly he spit out the lie. The demon smirked again.

"Yes you do."

"What's it matter?"

"Humor me."

"You're not all that funny to be honest."

"Answer now or Sammy gets hurt."

"She told me angels were watching out for us."

"You believe that?"

"No."

"Didn't think so. How about you, Sammy? You believe in angels?"

"Sure, I guess. I mean, I know there's evil, so why can't there be good too?"

"Touching sentiments. What about you, John?"

"Go to hell."

"Been there, thanks. Don't plan on goin' back anytime soon. Answer the question."

"Or what exactly?"

"Or your kids pay the price…"

With the flick of the demon's hand, Dean cried out and tensed up as unbearable pain ricocheted through his skull.

"Stop it! Dad, answer the question!" Sam screamed, watching his brother fighting against the pain, trying desperately not to let the demon use him as leverage against his own father.

"Why the hell do you even care, you son-of-a-bitch? Is this all just a game for you?"

"Better answer quick, John, cause even I've gotta admit Dean's head must hurt like a bitch right now."

"Leave him alone!" John looked desperately to his eldest son whose nose was starting to bleed. His face was tightly pinched with pain, but he was biting down on his tongue to hold in the agony threatening to burst free of him.

"Time's ticking…"

"Alright! I'd like to believe it, but I don't think I can. Now let him be!"

The demon released its mental grip on Dean who slumped against his bonds, panting harshly. A small sob escaped his lips before he could contain it.

"See what you made me do, Johnny Boy? You're not very good at this game."

"Game's over. Let's end this thing."

"I don't think it's up to you, Bucko. Bobby, you got anything to contribute to our little game? Bet you don't believe in angels, do you? Not after what you did to your wife…"

"Don't you talk about her!" Bobby spit back, his concern for Dean quickly morphing into a deep hatred of the demon.

"You people make this too easy." The demon grinned broadly, then strutted over to Dean's still panting form. "Still hangin' in there, kiddo?"

Dean refused to give it the satisfaction of an answer. He kept his head down to prevent the blood from running into his mouth. Yellow-eyes placed two fingers against Dean's carotid artery, relishing in his racing heart rate. "Do you think you're a good person, Dean?"

Dean lifted his chin slightly to shoot the demon a questioning look. "Wha'?"

"You heard me. In that messed up head of yours, do you truly believe you're a good person?"

"Yes?"

The demon smirked. "You're lying again." It jacked up Dean's migraine once again, then while keeping his two fingers to the boy's throat, he used his other hand to pull Dean's head back roughly by his hair. "Look me in the eye and tell me the truth!"

"Damn it, leave my boy alone!" John struggled harder against the invisible hold on his body, longing to kill the demon and get to his son's side.

"I'm waiting, Deano…"

"No," Dean grit out through clenched teeth. The demon released his head, which fell back to his chest. A lone tear trickled down his cheek at the admission.

"Sounds like we've reached stage four, don't you think? Depression's a bitch."

"Stop screwin' with the boy's head!" Bobby shouted, clearly still pissed off.

"Or what, Bobby? What could you possibly do to stop me?"

"We'll find a way to send you back where you belong. Make no mistake."

Keeping his yellow eyes locked with Bobby's heated gaze, he sent another question over his shoulder.

"Final question of the night, Dean. Would you willingly sell your soul to me right here, right now, if I promised to let everyone else go unharmed?"

All eyes were locked on Dean's watery green eyes. They were filled with pain and anguish.

"Yes."

"Dean, no!" Sam screamed in horror.

"Don't you dare!" John warned both his son and the demon at once.

"You little…" Bobby hissed.

Mrs. Prescott gasped, wondering if that was even a possibility or not at this point.

"Are you sure you're willing to die for them? To burn in the fires of hell for all eternity, just to let them keep living their miserable lives?"

"I'd die for every single one of them, any time, any day." There was such resolution in his voice that everyone in the room, demon excluded, were taken aback.

"Score! Sounds like acceptance to me! I think it's safe to say you're grieving, kid. You've completed all five stages in less than a day. Congratulations, you're officially one of the most screwed up people I've ever met. You'll make a great leader for my army some day."

"Wait, you're what? What the hell are you talkin'…" Dean began, looking alarmed.

"Oops. Spoiled the punch-line… Oh well, nasty habit. Let's just say I look forward to seeing you again in a few years,, Deano."

"I'd never help you!"

"Believe me, you won't have much of a choice. Anyway, I think I've done enough damage for one night. I'll say hi to your wives, shall I?" he asked John and Bobby, both of whom scowled back. "Right then. Ta ta for now. And see you boys real soon." With one final wink, black smoke began to rise out of Mr. Prescott's mouth, swirled around on the ceiling for a few seconds, then disappeared up the chimney into the cold night air.

Bobby and John fell heavily to the floor as the demon's hold was released.

TBC

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