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Summary: Everything has a story - every scar, every tear, every weapon, every amulet... So when the boys come across a new hunt with a familiar M.O. a valuable piece of jewellery might be needed to protect an innocent life once again. Takes place in both the present and the past... Deancentric (when aren't my stories?)
Disclaimer: Already said it… :P
Warnings: Typical bad language that you expect from the Winchesters, particularly Dean… Decided to set this after Season 2 but before Season 3… guess I wanted that extra angst factor!!
Okay, due to the delay in updating, I felt it only fair that I gave you a nice longish (by my standards) chapter. This will be the penultimate chapter and I'm hoping the get the last chapter done pretty quickly. I was gonna make this one the last chapter but decided to split it up. Hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for reading!
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14. Gonna Getcha Good
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August 1997
It was late afternoon, practically evening by the time Caleb called back. Sam was curled up in a ball on one of the beds fast asleep and Dean was snoozing on the couch. As soon as the phone started to buzz, John's hand shot out to grab it, pressing the answer button immediately and bringing it up to his ear.
"Yeah?" John answered, his heartbeat suddenly increasing as he waited in anticipation.
"You want the bad news, or the bad news?" Caleb asked, his voice holding back the emotion he felt inside. He liked the Winchesters, he really did. And they didn't deserve nearly half the bad luck that they got.
"Just tell me."
"I don't know if it's gonna work John. I got a whole bunch of hear'say and theories and all the kinda crap that crops up without actually saying that this is the way to go… for all I know, it could be useless. Same goes for the bullhorn… and even if I knew that was gonna work, I'm guessing you've already worked out that it's not exactly the type of thing they sell on market day…"
"So what you saying Caleb?"
"I'm saying if you're willing to try it, I got the incantation here… otherwise you're screwed."
John paused, thinking for a moment before nodding and swallowing the lump in his throat, "Give it to me."
"You got a pen and paper?"
The elder hunter reached across the table and dragged the nearest blank piece of paper towards him, switching the phone to his other ear so he could use his writing hand. In terms of length, it was average compared to the other incantations he'd used in the past, though he had been hoping for something a little shorter. He just wanted it to be over with as quick as possible, get in, get out, get gone…
He glanced at his sleeping boys and gave Caleb a quick thanks down the phone before hanging up. Crumpling the paper up, he shoved it deep into his pocket and moved over to his weapons duffle, searching for a gun but more preferably some holy water. If things worked out, he could be at the building they'd seen the creature in within an hour and if he was lucky, he could have it trapped and sent packing before either of his boys even woke.
As an afterthought, he grabbed a book he'd borrowed from Bobby out of the duffle and flicked through the pages before landing on the one he needed. Grabbing his journal from the bed, he quickly scribbled down the circular symbol he'd come to know so well.
He never noticed his eldest wake as he left the room, or saw him opening the motel door in confusion as John started the truck and peeled from the car park, mind solely on getting that creature before it could get Dean.
"Dad?" Dean questioned the now empty car park, staring at the disappearing truck.
He took a step forward, the cold air coming to meet him as the wind ruffled his hair and clothes. He shivered against it, his bare feet catching the chill the most as he crossed his arm in a vain attempt to protect himself against the element. The shuffling of trees off to the side caught his attention and his eyes flicked towards it as he watched the leaves shake a little before calming again.
He was already dismissing the movement as a stray dog or wild animal when the familiar features of the creature emerged as it sprang towards him, lunging in an attempt to grab the middle Winchester.
"Holy mother fu-" Dean cursed, falling backwards into the room before scrambling to his feet once again and slamming the door just in time to hear the creature slam up against it.
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Present Day
Dean had barely seen the shadow moving swiftly passed the open doorway but he recognised it immediately if only by the way it moved. Even as he called out and set off chasing after it, he knew it was leading him away but he couldn't risk the chance of it getting to Stuart first. He skidded out into the twilight, turning the corner a little too quickly causing him to nearly slide over but he recovered just as quickly and was racing forwards once more.
He ran a further ten feet before he slowed, head snapping back and forth as he searched the grounds. A flick of light off to the right and he was off again, turning another corner and then another before hitting a dead end. A rattle behind him made him spin on the spot and he cursed himself for falling for its tricks, praying that Sam had seen which way he'd gone.
"Heya buddy." He snarled; flexing his fingers as his body tensed up. He stared into the dark cold eyes of the creature as it watched him hungrily. The thought of being trapped alone with this thing made him feel eighteen all over again but he drew in a deep calming breath and smirked at it, cocky and full of false bravado, "You been looking for me?"
The Pharaoh's Son bared its teeth at him, body itching in anticipation and a sickly smile spreading across its own features as the eyes fell onto Dean's chest. It cried out in delight, sounding like nails on a chalkboard, as it noticed the absence of the amulet. It took a step forward slowly, savouring the taste of fear on the air.
Reaching into his jacket, Dean felt his hand wrap around the cool silver of the flask tucked neatly away. He unscrewed the lid between his thumb and forefinger, keeping the weapon hidden until the creature was just a little closer. Wait for it… wait for it. He told himself, stiffening up as he determinedly kept his eyes on the thing in front of him as he watched its movements, waiting for it to lunge.
As soon as it did, he brought the flask up, dousing the creature in holy water. It reeled back, long nails slashing out at him and digging into his abdomen just enough to draw blood. He threw himself forwards and passed the creature, glancing back just in time to see it recovering enough to start chasing after him.
It was pissed, it had to be and Dean grinned as he thought about how much that creature must hate him for avoiding it so long. "I'm freaking Houdini." He snarked; chancing a quick glance behind him.
He came to an immediate stand still though when he couldn't see the creature, heart racing and breathing coming hard as he stared into the shadows for any sign.
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Sam's first reaction was to curse out loud as he saw Dean disappear, he called out after him but as he set off at a run, he already knew Dean wouldn't have heard him, too intent on catching the creature. He rounded the corner, eyes searching his surroundings for his brother but Dean seemed long gone.
"Damn it Dean!" He shouted, spinning around on the spot, head turning from side to side as he searched, "Where the hell did you go?"
"Just great." Halloway moaned as he joined Sam outside, lip turning into a vicious snarl and he pushed himself forward a few steps, knocking Sam in the process, "Where is he?"
"If I knew that d'ya really think I'd be standing here?"
Halloway turned to growl at him before moving forwards once more, searching for the creature and the eldest Winchester, "Way I see it, you Winchester's are just full of surprises."
"Well I'm sure Dean will be able to die happy once I tell him you said so." Sam retorted, heart suddenly clenching as his mind repeated the words, once again reminding him of Dean's impending fate. Guilt ran through his system, directed at his use of the word.
"I'm sure he will." Halloway smiled maliciously, "He can't have much longer left now, right?"
The words felt like a punch to the gut and Sam tried his best to ignore them and pretend they didn't affect him, all the while wondering why every freaking demon and every freaking hunter had their eyes on the Winchesters. It was freaky to say the least, and made Sam's skin tingle unpleasantly as he wondered just how they knew so much about them, about Sam's powers, about Dean's deal…
He followed Halloway forward, eyes occasionally landing on the bullhorn that the elder hunter still twirled impatiently in his hands. He was itching to just grab it and run but he knew better than that, especially as the hunter also carried a loaded weapon and probably wouldn't even flinch at the thought of shooting Sam.
It didn't take much longer before he saw Dean running out of the shadows and a sigh of relief passed his lips. He saw his brother glance behind him and come to a stand still, he also saw something else emerging from the shadows behind Dean and his jaw clenched as he watched the Pharaoh's son moving in on his brother.
"Dean!" He screamed, "Look out!"
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August 1997
Dean was pressed up against the door as the thing pounded on the wooden frame threatening to break it down and hissing every time its skin touched the lamb's blood. He knew theoretically that the blood should keep it out but as he felt each bump coming through the door, he swallowed hard, fear keeping him locked against it. His eyes landed on his brother as the youngest rolled over on the bed and uncurled himself, groaning and stretching out, threatening to wake up any minute.
"Damn it Sammy…" He growled, "Please stay asleep… please just stay asleep."
Sam's eyelids fluttered and his mouth opened into a lazy yawn but he didn't wake. Dean held his breath and squeezed his eyes closed tightly as he prayed to whoever was listening to get them out of this thing alive.
If the creature kept banging at the door like it was, it would wake someone up and Dean cursed as he thought about where that would leave him and Sam. He could imagine someone coming up to the room, and on seeing the bloodstained door, they'd come tearing in and would promptly kick Sam and Dean out, leaving them vulnerable.
"Shut up.. shut up, shut up, shut up." He muttered, anger colouring each word as he said them with more force each time he repeated them.
His eyes flew open when it seemed as if the creature had listened to him and he remained still for a moment or two, waiting for more banging. When it didn't come, his eyes searched the room for some sort of weapon, curiosity taking hold as he saw the open book on the table. Stepping forward, he paused, listening before taking another step and another until he was staring at the book.
It was a circular symbol he'd seen his Dad staring at quite a few times, he'd called it some kind of trap and Dean couldn't help but ponder if it being open meant his Dad thought it would trap the creature. He rummaged through his Dad's duffle, sighing wearily when he couldn't find any spray paint that he knew was normally there. A second idea hit him as he went to his own bag and grabbed a thick black marker from it, one that Sam was pretty familiar with by now.
He wasn't sure if it would work but he grabbed the book and was down on his knees in front of the door within seconds, trying his best to copy the symbols accurately and praying that he didn't make any mistakes.
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John was driving as fast as he could, focusing so much on the road ahead that he barely noticed the blue Ford travelling in the opposite direction. He watched it in the mirror for a moment, trying to decide whether to give chase or just get on with the job. But his sons were in that direction…
"Damn it Halloway, what are you doing?" He growled, making a u-turn and speeding after the Ford in an attempt to catch up.
As soon as he made out the rear lights, he pushed a little harder, checking for anymore cars on the road. He was thankful when he failed to see any and swerved over onto the opposite lane to line himself up next to the Ford. Halloway glanced out his window at him and for a second, John thought he was going to tear away but instead, he saw the car slow and pull off to the side.
When parking the truck, he pulled in as close to the Ford as he dared, blocking Halloway so he couldn't just quickly pull away before John had a chance to question him. He climbed out the truck and ripped open Halloway's door, dragging him out by the collar.
"Where are you going?" He demanded.
"Wanted to check on Dean."
"I told you to stay the hell away."
"Actually, you never mentioned anything about Hell." Halloway snarked, smile fading slightly in the presence of the much bigger man.
"Well I'm saying it now." John growled at him, getting right up in his face in his attempt to intimidate the guy.
"Someone's gotta be there with him… its dinner time John-boy and my guess, this thing's pretty hungry."
"Dean knows to stay inside and the lamb's blood…" John started, narrowing his eyes at the other hunter.
"…will only hold for so long until it figures out another way to get in."
John froze, his whole body going icy cold before flushing with red hot anger, "What?"
"It's a pretty resourceful creature John… been alive long enough to pick up a few tricks."
That was all John needed to hear before he threw a fist at Halloway, knocking the hunter back against his car before he was rushing back towards his truck and racing to get back to the motel in time.
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He was just finishing up with the trap, drawing the last symbol when he heard a loud crash in the bathroom followed by the sounds of scrapings that made him loose his breath.
"Oh crap…" He murmured, letting the marker drop to the ground as he jumped onto Sam's bed and pulled the youngest Winchester up to wake him from lazy dreams, "Come on Sammy, wakey wakey."
"Dean?" Sam groaned, "What's going on?"
"Time to get up kiddo." Dean said, trying to keep the panic out of his voice as his eyes darted towards the bathroom door, more noises coming from inside.
"Is Dad mad?" Sam questioned, waking himself a little more and watching the door with Dean.
"Probably just pissed I used all the hot water." He lied effortlessly as he pulled Sam to his feet and grabbed his trainers from under the bed. He shoved them onto Sam's lap, effectively telling him to put them on as he slid into his own pair.
As Sam put the shoes on, he grabbed the knife concealed under his pillow and hid it from Sam's view as he was once again grabbing the youngest Winchester, this time pushing him towards the front door. He removed his hand from Sam's back only long enough to open the door, all the time his eyes going back towards the bathroom door.
"Dean…?" Sam questioned, his half sleep keeping him only semi-lucid but he was awake enough to feel that something was wrong.
"We're gonna do a test… you like tests…" He continued to lie quickly, still distracted by the noises, "We're gonna go hide and Dad has to find us… see how well we cover our tracks."
"It's cold out here though…"
"Running will keep us war-"
He was interrupted though as the bathroom door came crashing open though and the creature was standing there in all seven foot glory, staring at him and slowly stalking towards him. He pushed Sam forwards and forced the youngest into a run.
"Run Sam!" He commanded, thankful that Sam obeyed and set off, "Head towards the office!"
But he was stopped from following his brother as his shirt snagged on the splintered doorframe and kept him held there as the thing advanced on him.
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