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Chapter 21

This was the day. The day Samuel had been waiting for. The day he would find his brother, Dean. He had planned this for two weeks now and he knew he would find a way. His resolve was crumbling; he wanted to know the answers to these questions before he drowned in them. He wanted to hear his father admit the truth to him. But he didn't even dare to ask. He knew that would bring the memory of his mother's loyalty. Father was questioning mother's faithfulness. But he was sure that his mother had never ever cheated on his father, and Dean was really really a Winchester, Lord John Winchester's son, his brother.

Samuel knew he couldn't involve Rosa with this, or his father would punish her hard or worst, he would kill her. So he planned this alone, and wished it will go as planned. And he knew he couldn't sneak out from the house to find Dean, or his father would go insane. So the plan was that he would sneak out from the hunt. He knew very soon, his father would ask him to join the hunt as his father was currently researching a case, and yes Samuel would stick with his father during the hunt until they finished it, but as soon after they finished the job Samuel would sneak out and separate from his father to find Dean. And Rosa knew nothing about this plan. He let her clean, stayed innocent.

So today was the day. Samuel couldn't wait for the hunt, he was overwhelmed with it. That made his father curious. Samuel had never been excited for a hunt before, especially when he almost screwed up with his missed shot last time. But his father said nothing. Probably because he believed that his beloved son had become a good son that always does what his father said.

Samuel couldn't help the nervous and excitement from showing when he packed the saddle bags full of the most important things he would need, lots of food, and other supplies he would need along the way. Samuel had prepared the supplies for a month as he didn't know how long he needed to find Dean. But he hoped it would be less than a month. 'God please, help me…, let me find Dean.' he prayed silently.

"You ready, son?" his father's voice caused him to jump and he turned to face his father who was packing his own saddle bags.

"Yes, father," Samuel answered excitedly.

John gave him a curious look, but said nothing. "Good. Let's go," he mounted his horse.

Samuel nodded and mounted his beloved Stardust.

John looked to Rosa who waited for them to leave, "We will be back in five days."

"Yes, Milord," Rosa nodded.

Samuel looked to Rosa nervously and she glanced towards him with a smile.

"Go, find your brother, child," she whispered, giving him her blessing with her eyes.

Samuel was stunned. He swore he read her lips saying those words. Did she know his plan? But she was smiling. Samuel nodded in relief.

"Thank you, Rosa," he replied in a hush tone before he urged his horse into a trot to catch up with his father.

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Dean still couldn't believe how this good fortune had come to him. He was now settled at The Singer's house, working at Mrs. Ellen's bar 'The Harvelle's' as a servant. He was happy now. For the first time in his life, he had a proper bedroom with a nice bed of his own, there was no need to sleep on a cold floor; he had nice clothes from Sir Castiel; and he even received proper food.

And the work was nice. The bar was specialized for hunters. That shocked Dean at first. They are like Lord Winchester, hunting things. Dean never thought that there were so many people that do such a thing for a living. But they did, including Sir Bobby. And he had one room full of books where Miss Joanna and Sir Castiel loved to spend their time.

Later he knew Mrs. Ellen was Bobby's sister, but she changed her last name to Harvelle after her husband. After her husband died Ellen moved in with Bobby and lived there with her 7 years old daughter Joanne, running the bar for a living. And Sir Castiel had no relation with The Singer. He was a boy who was saved by Sir Bobby when he was a child, then took him in to live with them.

They were all such good people. He just loved his new masters, not to mention how joyful and smart Miss Joanna was, she reminded him so much of Sir Samuel. In his time off, he even could play with Joanna if she asked him, without the fear of punishment looming over him. He hoped he could live here forever, stay loyal to these masters. But still he couldn't get out Sir Samuel out of his head. Every night he would think about him and pray for him, and hopefully he could see him again someday.

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"Here we are, Samuel," John's voice filtered through the atmosphere at a tone barely above a whisper as he came to a halt. Samuel, who at this point hadn't been paying much attention, sent Stardust crashing straight into his father's big black horse which forced Storm to jump and gained him a glare from the elder man. "Pay attention boy, I need you sharp on this hunt," he scolded as he dismounted from his big horse, and lead the horse to the nearest tree and tied him there.

"Yes father," Samuel mumbled lifting his head and following his father's lead to dismount Stardust and tied him beside Storm.

"Follow me," John ordered, and Samuel followed behind.

The pair had come to a stop on the outskirts of the surrounding forest. The trees loomed above them, looking down with pure superiority almost with an air of smugness about them, like they were telling the men that they knew something they didn't. That they had a secret they were concealing.

The boy's eyes locked onto what appeared to be an abandoned dilapidated farmhouse peeking out through the clearing of the trees. Everything around them was silent, no birds chirped, there was no sounds of slaves at work in the fields behind them...there was nothing and that caused the hair on the back of the boy's neck to stand on end. Something wasn't right here...

"Father..." Samuel started to say but was immediately interrupted by John.

"I need you focused boy, you're lucky I decided to take you out on this hunt with me, you could do with some hands on experience..."

"Yes father I understand but..." Samuel interjected once more. The hair on the back of his neck continued to stand on end and his whole body was screaming at him that something wasn't right, if only he could get his father to listen to him.

"Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking to you Samuel," John hissed turning on his heels to scowl at his son as he folded his arms against his chest. "This is a serious hunt here; I can't afford to have you messing this up again, not this time..."

"But..." Samuel interrupted once more desperate to get the elder man to listen to him for once in his life, the role of obedient son that he had been playing well all but forgotten at this moment in time. "Please just listen to me..."

"Yes Father, you should listen to your son," a disembodied voice called out, cutting through the atmosphere like a sharpened machete. Both father and son lifted their heads to discover the source of the voice, their eyes darted around the forest in unison and the family resemblance had never been as clear as it was now. However before they were able to locate the newcomer they made themselves known.

Three figures leapt down from the trees above and landed in a triangle around the two Winchesters who had moved so that they were now back to back. Samuel's eyes locked onto the man who was standing in front of him, his father's words from his training echoing in his head 'never turn your back on your opponent, watch their every move, don't take your eyes off them.' He knew that the man in front of him was the very creature they were meant to be hunting but the main question is who is hunting whom...

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" the man in front of Samuel smirked; his dark eyes glistened with his ill intent while he ran a tongue across his lips in a predatory nature. "Looks like we have us two tasty hunters to snack on..." the man's two companions cackled in response.

Samuel watched as the man in front of him lowered his body into what could only be described as a defensive crouch. He smirked showing off the full set of his teeth before opening his jaw wider and allowing a second set to descend slowly. The boy gulped inwardly but refused to allow his fear to show externally, he was meant to become a hunter when he is older, whether he wanted to be or not didn't seem to matter to his father so he couldn't let these vampires get the best of him. He was going to show his father that he was more than capable to handle these hunts, there was no way he was going to mess up again.

"What do you think boys? How about a nice all you can eat buffet?" the main vampire muttered with his companions hissing their agreement.

Samuel's eyes locked onto the vampire in front of him, they narrowed while his right hand skimmed the waistline of his trousers, searching for his concealed hope of survival. The boy drew in a deep breath, trying to draw as much strength and confidence he could. He was in full hunter mode now, knowing there was no way he could mess up this hunt...that could cost his life and possibly his father's as well...he wasn't going to die here...no...He had to live...he had to live to find Dean.

"Lunchtime," the vampire in front of the boy growled and with those words the vampires and hunters leapt into action.

The vampire in front of the boy lunged towards him, his teeth bared and eyes showing off his intense hunger. Samuel spun to the side narrowly avoiding an armful of ravenous vampire as he pulled his machete free from its sheath. He twirled the weapon once twice before swiping at the vampire who sidestepped the blow easily. The two carried on this violent dance for a couple more moments, neither one seeming to have the upper hand on the other.

Samuel's eyes never strayed from the vampire, even when he could hear the sounds of his father's grunts as he fought against the other two, he had to keep his focus. The vampire lowered his body further and his fangs grew longer. "Playtimes over kid," he muttered as he leapt on top of the boy.

Samuel grunted as the vampire's weight impacted with his chest sending him hurtling onto his back upon the forest floor. The machete went flying from his hand, landing on the ground a couple of inches away. The boy stretched his right hand out desperately attempting to retrieve the machete once more while the vampire added pressure to his chest. The vampire's head was lowering dangerously, decreasing the distance between the bloodthirsty fangs and vulnerable neck.

Samuel's left hand gripped at the vampire's neck attempting to stop the attack but his twelve year old strength was no match for the immortal vampire. He could feel his arm shaking from his efforts and his right hand was still no closer to the machete, his heart beat fiercely in his chest as realization dawned on him...he might not make it...he might never see Dean again...he might never see his brother again. With those thought a wave of determination washed over the youngster, he wasn't going to let that happen...he was going to see Dean even if it was the last thing he ever did.

Slowly the boy changed tactics, his right hand moved back to his side, by now the vampire's fangs was a mere inch away from his neck. His right hand rummaged deep into his pocket and retrieved the item his father had given him earlier, his fingers curled around it. As the boy felt the vampire's fang graze against his skin he pulled his hand out of his pocket and smashed the glass vial over the vampire's head.

The vampire hissed and ceased his attack as soon as the holy water came into contact with his skin. Smoke billowed off of him while his hands covered his face; this movement gave the young boy the freedom he needed.

Samuel lifted his knees and pressed them as hard as he could into the man's gut sending him tumbling off of him. Instantly Samuel scrambled to his knees and crawled towards the machete, as soon as his fingers curled around the weapon he felt the vampire grasp desperately at his leg turning the boy onto his back once more. The vampire hissed down at him, smoke still billowed off of his burning skin where deep dark burns were now visible. His eyes were murderous and the need for blood seemed to have increased.

"You're mine," the vampire hissed forcing his head down to the boy's neck once again but before his fangs could make contact the boy had brought the machete up and in one movement it was all over. The horrific sound of squelching and the soft thud of the head falling to the floor pierced through the atmosphere.

Samuel's eyes were wide and he had to repress the urge to throw up. He could feel the bile slither up the back of his throat however he refused to allow it its freedom. The boy rolled onto his stomach, still clutching the bloodied blade and his eyes roamed the surroundings until they fixated onto where his father now was.

The Lord Master was standing with his back to his son; he had a vampire pressed up against a tree with a machete digging into his neck. The other vampire, the main one who had initiated the previous conversation, was laying on the floor a couple of feet away from the elder hunter seemingly unconscious. But as the old saying goes...looks can be deceiving.

Samuel pushed himself to his feet on shaking legs and noticed the 'unconscious' vampire's head snap up towards where his father was standing. The young boy knew instantly what the vampire's intentions were and he knew that he had to do something about it.

By now John had dispatched the vampire he had pinned down, he heard a growl coming from behind him and he turned just in time to see the vampire, he had thought he had already dealt with; lunge towards him with what should be a killing blow. The elder hunter braced himself for the inevitable impact which in the end never came.

Samuel watched the vampire pull itself to his feet and before he knew it his legs had gone into action. The young boy sprinted forward with his machete still in hand. When the vampire was about a foot away from his father he leapt onto the creature's back.

Samuel wrapped his legs around the vampire's waist, which jumped in surprise. He pressed the bloodied machete upon the man's throat and pressed down until a line of blood appeared. The boy could sense his father's stunned and amazed gaze boring into his face but he didn't focus on this fact but instead he concentrated on the vampire.

"Get off of me runt," the vampire hissed as he shifted his weight to attempt to dislodge the stubborn boy. His hands lifted up to grasp onto his wrists however he was too late.

Lifting his eyes to lock onto his father's face Samuel added extra pressure onto the machete until it tore through skin, muscle and bone. As the appendage separated from the body Samuel jumped down off of the man's back and dropped the machete onto the floor.

He felt queasy as he stared straight into his father's stunned and tear-filled eyes. He could see the pride shining through however this fact just made him even more nauseous. This was how he was supposed to make his father proud? If this was how then he didn't want anything to do with this life...why should he strive to make a father, who enslaved his own son and then sent him away claiming that he died, proud?

"Is that it?" Samuel asked in a monotone, his mind whirled a mile a minute as his thoughts headed in one direction...Dean.

"Are you hurt?" John asked, he still seemed to be in a state of shock.

"No father."

John's inspected his son's body, looking for wounds. But he found nothing. He nodded, "Good"

"Are we done?" Samuel asked repressing his impatience.

John nodded. "We need to burn the bodies..."

Samuel nodded and together the father and son team burnt the evidence of their latest hunt before trudging off back to the mansion.

Just as they finished of taking care the evidence, rain suddenly started to pour down.

"We better find a shelter for the night. We can go home tomorrow, I don't want you get sick," John said as he climbed his horse.

"Yes, Sir," he replied with a smile and climbed onto Stardust. Just like he planned. God Lord, he must have blessed him by sending the rain.

They soon found a cave to shelter in and decided to wait out the rain there.

"Dry yourself off and change you clothes for the dry set, I don't want you catch Pneumonia."

"Yes, father," Samuel said obediently and started to change his clothes.

"Are you sure you are alright boy, that sonovbitch didn't hurt you?" John asked making sure that his baby boy was alright as his eyes scrutinized his son's appearance trying to find any concealed injuries he might have missed earlier.

"No, father, I'm fine," Samuel replied with his fingers gently dancing across the skin on his neck trying to find any evidence of the fang that had touched his neck. But there wasn't anything, no mark, no blood, nothing.

John nodded, "Good," he sighed relieved.

Samuel nodded, and sat away from his father slightly.

Samuel drew in a deep breath and tried to control himself. His heart was beating so fast as he waited for the moment for him to make his great escape. It should be now. It was the best chance of him to sneak out and find Dean, but no, not until his father fell asleep. But he doubt that he would be able to as his father probably wouldn't sleep. He would be stay awake to guard him. Samuel just hoped beyond hope that his father would soon give into his apparent exhaustion and sleep. He was now trapped in the suffocating silence with his father sat not far from him. Actually he really wanted to ask about Dean. He really wanted to confront his father on why he believed his beloved wife would have an affair with the slave, and believe her child was the evidence of her unfaithfulness, then separate said child from its mother. Samuel couldn't even believe his father would do such a thing. But he did, and his other son was somewhere out there, dealing with the cruel life he was forced to live. Samuel couldn't even describe how he hated his father right now. If he could stab his father with the machete like he had done to that bastard vampire, he would, but no. That evil man was still his father, no matter how much he wanted to kill him. 'Oh, father, how could you do that?'

John looked at the boy who sat not far from him. Obviously the boy was trying to keep his distance. He could sense how the boy was so cold towards him, yet still did everything he told him to. Yes, he could see how the boy changed like he wanted. The limp and spoilt boy slowly turned to be tough like a proper hunter. John believed the boy would be a great hunter someday like him. And the boy just proved it just moments earlier with that previous hunt. Samuel killed the vampires and practically saved his butt.

"I'm proud of you, son," he said finally, making the boy jump lifting his head up in the process.

Samuel didn't say a word.

"You were doing great there, and you saved my butt. I'm so proud of you son," Lord knows how he tried so hard to spell the words out to the boy. John Winchester never praised, but he repressed his ego for his baby boy after all he had saved his life.

Samuel looked at him and nodded. "Thank you, father."

John nodded. "Go rest, son, I''ll stay awake."

Samuel swallowed, he wanted to resist, but looking at his father's stern eyes, he knew he should obey. "Yes, father," and he slowly laid his body on the hard floor of the cave making his bag into a pillow. He closed his eyes, and prayed he wouldn't fell asleep.

John watched the little figure curled into a ball trying to sleep. Guilt rushed through John's blood to remember how he had been so tough on the boy, but he had to be. He had to make Samuel be just like him, whether the boy liked it or not, they will together catch what killed Mary, his mother. 'I'm sorry, son, but she knows how much i love you.'

Samuel tried so hard not to feel asleep, but he guessed he did fall asleep, as he suddenly woke up by a cold chill running down his spine. He checked the cave and notice his father was out of his sight. He scanned his surrounding and there was no sign of his father. 'Where is he?' But he believed this was the way the Lord in heaven gave him to sneak out.

He hurriedly got up, and packed his bag. He did write a short note for his father.

'Forgive me, father," he didn't know when he will see his father again, but he knew one thing for sure...he needed to find out what happened to Dean.

He was going to get his brother back no matter what it takes.

TBC

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