Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters of Dean and Sam (pouts). I do own the character of Aidan though.
A/N: Ok here's the deal. The next four chapters will deal with the episodes, Salvation, The Devils Trap, In My Time of Dying, and Everyone Loves a Clown. Each episode will be a chapter long since you all seem to love the long chapters. The last chapter will be completely original and will hopefully come as a surprise to all of you. Just for the sake of the story and my creative sanity let's just say that the whole Meg deal happened, with Sam meeting her on the side of the road and then later randomly in the bar. All that happened but John DID NOT show up. On with the story, enjoy!!
Unlike every other time we did not leave the motel room right after we finished the hunt. We decided to stick around for a bit. Why? I have no clue but that's what Dad said we were doing so that's what we did. No questions asked. In the time that we had been staying there we had covered the motel's wall with articles and photographs. The tables were covered in books and other information. The colt sat dead middle, never leaving our sight, you know just in case a demon or anything else tried to sneak in and take it. The testosterone level in the room was too much for me to take. I stepped out of the room to give Jenna a call. She had called me about a total of five times just to vent to me about her mom and school. I had yet to call her and tell her about finding Dad. She had made me promise to let her know if we ever found him.
"Hello?" Her voice was timid when she answered the phone.
"Hey girlie! How are things?"
"Aidan! Things are mild around here! What about you?" Her voice automatically went from timid to excited when she realized it was me calling.
"Things are, well how should I put it." I balanced my phone between my ear and shoulder as I retied my shoe.
"Just spit it out."
I laughed a little. "We found Dad. Well actually Dad came to us."
"What? When?" I had to pull my phone away from my ear to keep from going deaf.
"Couple of days ago. I would have called you sooner but we have been busy hunting vampires." I explained slouching in the bench I was sitting in. I gave a small wave to a lady that was walking by with her daughter.
"A logical reason." I just had to smile at some of the words that came out of this girl's mouth. "So how are things with your Dad back in the picture?"
I spent a half hour telling Jenna about the hunt and how things actually were with Dad back in the picture.
"And Dean has fallen back into being Daddy's little solider." I said dropping my voice and looking over my shoulder to make sure he wasn't coming.
"And you?" Jenna asked a little to carefully for my liking.
"Me? I have always been a little soldier whether it is Dad's or Dean's. Nothing new to me." I ran a hand through my hair. I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see Sam walking toward me. "Listen I have to go. I will talk to you soon." I shut my phone before she could respond.
"Pack up, were going to Salvation Iowa."
I decided to ride with Dad to Salvation. Dad and I actually had a decent talk about everything under the sun. We had just arrived in Salvation when Dad's cell went off.
"Answer that for me baby girl." Dad said motioning to his phone that sat in his cup holder.
"It's Caleb." I said looking at the caller ID. "Hello?"
"Aidan?" Caleb sounded confused on the other line.
"That's me." I said trying to be cute. I knew that it would annoy Caleb.
"Your daddy there?" Caleb's tone was curt just like it always was when he talked to me. He didn't like me very much. He thought that I wasn't cut out for hunting.
"He's driving right now." I smirked when I heard the exasperation in his sigh. Dad snatched the phone from my hand.
"Yeah?" I saw Dad's face darken. "When?" His knuckles went white from gripping the steering wheel. "Son of a bitch." Dad mumbled pulling the truck over. I looked around confused. He got out of the truck angry, hitting it on the way by.
"What is it?" Dean asked looking at Dad concerned.
"Dammit." Dad swore with his fists clenched into tight balls.
"What is it?" Dean asked me. I shrugged my shoulders. I was just as confused as he was.
"I just got a call from Caleb. Pastor Jim is dead."
"What? How?" I asked, tears already beginning to form in my eyes. Pastor Jim was like family to us. He and Dad may have had a falling out but he was always there for Dean, Sam and I when we needed him. He had helped us solve numerous of cases.
"Throat was slashed—he bled out. Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place." Dad put his hand over his eyes.
"Jim's not that careless." I said, defending his honor.
"I know. The demon knows were getting close." Dad ran his hand over the top of his head.
"What do you want to do?" Dean asked.
"Now we act like every second counts. There are two hospitals and a health center in this county. We split up, we cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's going to be six months old in the next week. Aidan you go with Sam." Dad started to go back to his truck before I could argue. He stopped before getting in.
"Dad? You OK?" I asked watching him grip the side of his truck.
"Yeah…. it's Jim. You know, I can't." Dad trailed off a bit. "This ends. Now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes." He got into his truck and drove off leaving a trail of dust.
Sam and I went to the Salvation Medical center. We walked up the desk confidently. Dad and Dean always said it was about confidence.
"May I help you?" The young receptionist asked from behind her computer screen.
"I hope so." I said holding up my fake badge for her to see. She looked up a bit surprised.
"We just need to see your files on infants between the ages of three and seven months." I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from correcting Sam. I don't know why he was making this difficult for us.
"Sure." She smiled flirtatiously at Sam. I snorted as she led us to a private room. She placed a armload of files in front of us. Sam and I split them up and started to copy down the information that was on the birth certificates.
"This would be a lot easier if you just told her we needed files for infants turning six months." I grumbled sorting through some of the files. Sam kicked my shin from under the table when the receptionist came back in with more files.
"That's all of them." She said putting them down slowly.
"Thank you." Sam said graciously.
"You know I can help you if you want." She said tracing her perfect manicured finger over a file.
"No thanks." I said quickly. She huffed a little walking out of the room. Sam and I finished with what we needed and left.
"You know I think you bruised my shin." I complained once we hit the outside.
"You'll get over it." Sam said looking at the information we had collected. I walked ahead of Sam a little.
"I think we should take those names and split up. It will go faster that way." I waited for Sam to respond but got nothing. "Is that all right with you?" I turned around. Sam was rubbing his temples and pain was clearly written across his face. I ran up to him. "Sam!" I took a hold of his face like I had seen Dean do many times. "Sam, don't do this to me." Sam took a firm grip of my shoulders. I winced in pain a little since I was still a little sore from our fight. I had experienced my share of Sam's visions but I never had to deal with them alone. Sam shook his head signaling that his vision was over for now. He took out his map and looked at it.
"Train." He said simply walking away from me.
"Oh Ok." I said confused struggling to keep up with him. "If you say so."
Sam led to the way to a house. He looked at it sadly. He looked up and down the street as if he was looking for someone. His eyes settled on a women pushing a baby carriage. He b-lined straight toward her, again leaving me baffled. I really wish he would tell me what's going on.
"She's gorgeous. Is she yours?" Sam asked looking at the baby in the carriage. I looked at the baby. Was she reading my mind? Think happy thoughts.
"Yeah." The women replied proudly.
"Oh wow! Hi." Sam cooed over the baby. "I'm sorry, I'm rude. I'm Sam, this my sister Aidan. We just moved in up the block." We both shook her hand.
"Monica. This is Rosie." Monica gestured to her baby.
"Hi Rosie!" Sam cooed again. What was it with Sam and Dean having a weak spot for kids?
"Welcome to the neighborhood." Monica said.
"Thanks." I smiled, looking down at Rosie who was looking at me intently.
"She really takes in the world huh?" I said not breaking my view from her.
"I know. I mean, she never cries. She just stares at everybody. Sometimes she looks at you, and I swear, it's like she's reading your mind." I nodded in agreement.
"Have you lived here long?" Sam asked looking around a bit.
"My husband and I, we bought our place just before Rosie was born." Monica answered looking back at her house.
"How old is Rosie?" Sam asked.
"Six months today." Sam and I shared a stunned expression. "I know! Growing like a weed." Monica looked down at Rosie who giggled. I smiled half-heartily at her while Sam said goodbye to Monica. Sam suddenly grimaced and clutched his head in pain.
"Sammy! It's Ok! Sam!" Again I took a hold of his face as he gripped my shoulders and rubbed his temples. "Let's get back to the room." I said once his vision was over.
Sam took a seat at the table once we got back to the room. He started to massage his temples. I stood behind him rubbing absent-minded circles on his back. For some reason rubbing his back always had a way of calming him down after a vision. Dean and Dad watched him from the beds.
"A vision?" Dad asked skeptically.
"Yes. I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling." Sam answered putting his head into his hand.
"And you think it's going to happen to this woman you met because…" Dad asked looking at Sam.
"Because these things happen exactly the way I see them." Sam explained.
"It started out as nightmares, and then he started having' them when he was awake." Dean said walking to the other side of the room.
"When were you going to tell me about this?" Dad asked. He was obviously upset about it.
"We weren't sure what it meant." I said still rubbing Sam's back.
"All right, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone, and you call me." Dad scolded Dean and me. I looked at Dean stunned and a little upset.
"Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad, I called you from Lawrence, all right? Aidan called you when I was dying. Getting you on the phone—I've got a better chance of winning the lottery." Dean said walking over to Dad. We were all taken back at Dean's new tone toward him. Dad paused for a second.
"You're right. Although I'm not real crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry."
"Look, guys, visions or no visions, the fact is, we know the demon is coming tonight. And this family's going to go through the same hell that we went through." Sam ran a hand through his hair.
Dad shook his head, disagreeing. "No, they're not. No one is, ever again." For some reason I couldn't help but feel this wasn't going to be as easy as Dad was making it sound. Sam's phone ringing echoed through the small room. He reached over and answered it.
"Who is this?" Sam asked confused. I leaned over to hear the voice on the other end.
"Think real hard. It'll come to you." Wait. I have heard that voice before. I know that voice.
"Meg." Sam whispered.
"Meg! Roadside Meg? The same Meg we pushed out a window?" I literally yelled. Sam stayed silent as he listened to what she had to say.
"Just your feelings? That was a seven-story drop." Way to go Sam. Now is not really the time to be sarcastic. Sam ended up handing the phone to Dad. I gritted my teeth watching Dad talk to Meg. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. I clenched my eyes shut as Dad cried Caleb's name into the phone. I became instantly angry when Dad said he would give Meg the gun. Dad finally hung up the phone and turned to the three of us.
"So you think Meg is a demon?" Sam asked.
"That or she is possessed by one." Dad answered.
"Dad you can't just hand that gun over to Meg! That gun is all we have to kill this yellow-eyed son of a bitch! It's coming tonight!" I yelled at Dad.
"Just calm down and listen to me." Dad ordered. I crossed my arms over my chest and waited.
"Who said anything about handing it over? Look, besides us and a couple vampires, no one's really seen the gun. No one knows what it looks like."
I let out a bitter laugh and rolled my head back. "What you going to do? Hand Meg a fake and pray to God she doesn't know the difference, because news flash, she will."
Dad was getting angry with me but was trying his hardest not to blow. "I just—I just need to buy a few hours, that's all."
"For Dean, Aidan and me." Sam said. Dad stayed quiet. "You want us to stay here…. and kill this demon by ourselves?" Nothing good could come from this. I just couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen to tonight and it wasn't going to be good.
"No, Sam. I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school. I want Dean to have a home. I want Aidan to get married." Dad turned away from us to hide his tears. "I just want this to end."
Dean ended up going to the antique store to pick up the fake. Sam and I waited with Dad at the end of the road. Sam helped Dad get his weapons ready. Dean finally pulled up in the Impala.
"Did you get it?" Dad asked anxiously. Dean pulled a wrapped gun from his coat pocket and handed it to Dad.
"Dad you know this is a trap right? This is why Meg wants you to come alone." I said saying the thing that has been on my mind for over an hour.
"I can handle her. I got a whole arsenal loaded—holy water, Mandaic amulets." Dad explained doing his mental checklist of items on the truck.
"What if it's not enough?" I asked.
"It will be now stop worrying." Dad walked over to him and placed both hands on my shoulders.
"Hey Dad promise me something." Dean said looking at Dad.
"What?"
"This thing goes south, just get the hell out. Don't get yourself killed, all right? You're no good to us dead." Dad paused a little looking at each of us.
"Same goes for you." He said softly. Dad cleared his throat at stepped back away from me. "All right listen to me. This colt had bullets made special. There is only four left. Make every shot count." Dad pulled out the colt and handed it to Dean, who shoved it in his coat pocket.
"Yes sir." We said at the same time. Again Dad looked at all three of us but his time more sadly.
"I've been waiting a long time for this fight. Now it's here, and I'm not going to be in it. It's up to you kids now. It's your fight. You finish this. You finish what I started. You understand?" We all nodded.
"We will see you soon Dad." Sam said with all the confidence in the world.
"I will see you later." Dad kissed the top of my head like he always did and got into his truck. We watched him drive off. That feeling instantly got stronger.
We parked across the street from Monica's house later that night. Dean and Sam talked about ways to get the family out of the house safely. I sat in the back biting my fingernails and shaking my foot. I was anxious, nervous even. This hunt was huge. This hunt could end everything and Dad wasn't here and I hated that. Wherever Dad was, was bad. He wasn't safe and I knew that. I just knew he wasn't coming back unharmed.
"You're shaking the whole car." Dean said reaching back and placing a hand on my moving leg.
"I wonder how Dad is doing." Sam said looking at Monica's house.
"Not good." I said biting my thumb nail and looking at the floor blankly.
"He's fine." Dean said sternly, reassuring all of us. We stayed silent for a long time. All of knew how heavy this hunt was.
"This is weird." Sam said.
"What is?" I asked confused.
"After all these years, we're finally here. It doesn't seem real." I nodded in agreement.
"We just got to keep our heads and do our job like always." Dean said glancing back quickly.
"Dean, you and I both know this isn't like always. This is huge." I said leaning back.
"I know." He replied.
"I want to thank the both of you." Sam said a little uncomfortable. Dean and I shared a confused look.
"For what?" I asked.
"For everything. You've always had my back, you know? Even when I couldn't count on anyone, I could always count on you two. Especially lately with everything that has been happening. You both have been supportive. I just wanted to let you know, just in case."
"No! Don't do that." I scolded him.
"What?" He asked startled by my outburst.
"Don't say, Just in case something' happens to you, I don't want to hear that freaking speech, man. Nobody's dying tonight. Not us, not that family, nobody—except that demon. That evil son of a bitch ain't getting any older than tonight, you understand me?" Dean yelled, echoing my exact thoughts. Sam nodded and we continued to watch the house.
In our couple of hours of waiting we had tried calling Dad a few times. Every time it was no answer. That definitely didn't make me feel any better. Suddenly the radio started to get static. The wind began to blow, the lights began to flicker around us.
"It's coming." I whispered.
"Let's go." We piled out of the car and ran up to the house. Dean picked the lock. We entered the house to see Monica's husband coming running toward us with a baseball bat. Dean pinned him against the wall while I took the bat and threw it across the room.
"Get out of my house!" He yelled, a completely reasonable response in my option.
"Be quiet and listen to me. We're trying to help you, okay?" Dean tried to reason with him. No that wouldn't calm me down if I were in Mr. Holt's shoes.
"Charlie, is everything okay down there?" Monica yelled from upstairs.
"Monica! Get the baby!" Charlie yelled up his wife.
"No! Don't tell her that." I hissed at Charlie.
"You two go to that nursery!" Dean yelled struggling to keep Charlie against the wall.
"No leave her alone!" I heard Charlie cry as Sam and I ran up the stairs. We ran into the nursery as Monica was being raised to the ceiling. The demon turned and looked at us. His eyes were a fiery yellow eyes. Sam took out the colt and shot at him. It dissolved into black dust. When it disappeared, Monica fell to the floor.
"Where the hell did it go?" Sam asked me while running to help Monica off the floor.
"My baby!" She cries out.
"Aidan's got her." I ran over to Rosie's crib and pulled her out trying to grab her blankets at the same time to protect her from the cold. Just as I pull her from the crib it bursts into flames. We all run out of the nursery to meet Dean and Charlie outside. The windows explode sending glass and debris everywhere. I cover Rosie the best I can, to protect her.
"Get away from my family!" Charlie yells as we exited the house.
"Charlie, don't! They saved us." Monica took Rosie from my arms, kissing the top of her head. "Thank you."
Sam turned and looked up at the bedroom window. His eyes widen. I followed his gaze. The silhouette of the demon can be seen at the window.
"It's still in there." Sam starts to run back into the house. Dean and I step in front of him to stop him.
"Sammy no." I said trying to push him back. I must say when Sam gets worked up, he is pretty strong.
"Let me go! It's still in there!" Sam cried.
"Burning to the ground—its suicide!" Dean yelled at him.
"I don't care." Sam said, his eyes still fixated on the window.
I took his chin firmly in my hand and jerked his face toward mine. I made eye contact with him. "I do!" We let go of each other and looked back to the window. We see the demon one more time before it disappeared.
We made sure Monica and her family had a place to go before we went to the motel room. We were tired but to worked up to sleep. Dean tried calling Dad again while Sam and I sat on one of the beds.
"Something's wrong." Dean said hanging up the phone.
"You're telling me." I said looking at Sam, who was looking at the floor blankly.
"If you had just let me go in there, I could have ended all this." Sam said still sulking.
"Sam the only thing you would have ended was your life." Dean said.
"You don't know that." Sam replied shaking his head.
"I know that you're not saying that you would give up your life to kill this demon." I said standing up from the bed.
"That is exactly what I am saying." Sam said also getting up. I cocked my head at him, stunned.
"Yeah, well, that's not gonna happen—not as long as I'm around." Dean said looking Sam directly in the eye.
"What the hell are you talking about, Dean? We've been searching for this demon our whole lives. It's the only thing we've ever cared about." Sam argued.
"Sam, I want to waste it. I do, okay? But it's not worth dying' over." Dean argued back.
"If one of us has to die to kill that damn thing then I seriously hope we never kill that demon." I said plopping back down on the bed.
Sam turned to me angry. "What would you know about it?" That comment hit me like a sack of rocks. Out of everything Sam had said to me, that hurt the worst. I had been in this fight since day one of my life.
"Excuse me?" I asked evenly.
"This demon killed my mother, my girlfriend. What has it killed of yours?" I sucked in a deep breath, trying to hold my composure.
"You said yourself once….that no matter what we do, they're gone. And they're never coming back." Dean interrupted. Sam suddenly turned around, grabbed Dean by his shirt and threw him against the wall. I sprang up from the bed and tried to pull them apart.
"Don't you say that! Don't you—not after all this, don't you say that!" Sam whimpered.
"Stop it. Let him go." I struggled my way between them. I turned to face Sam. "What the hell is wrong with you."
"It's all right." Dean put an arm around my chest and pulled me into him. "Sammy, look….the four of us—that's all we have. And that's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, man." Sam, with tears in his eyes, stepped back from us. "Without you, Aidan, and Dad.." Dean trailed off as Sam turned away from us.
"Dad." Sam started. We all stayed silent for a moment. "He should have called by now. Try him again." Sam gestured to Dean's phone. Dean nodded and let go of me to pick up his phone and dialed Dad's number. He looked infuriated as he put the phone on speaker.
"You're never going to see your father again." I heard Meg's voice laugh through the phone.
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