Prologue: After reuniting a spirit of a young deceased girl with her siblings, Dean, Sam, Carli and Sammy leave Chicago for their next destination, where they enter a small town, where an old friend of John's has supposed died. Upon meeting John while praying in a church, he joins up with the group and explains that his old friend has been murdered, and by 'fellow hunters,' who were supposedly looking for something.
Why would 'fellow hunters' kill an innocent man for no reason, and an ally for that matter? Or was there another reason as to why they killed an old friend of John's?

Possessed PT. 2

Dean's black, '67 Chevy Impala rolled to a stop outside a strange looking house on the edge of the town, and John's truck stopped right behind it.
"So do you have any idea as to what killed Peter?" was the first thing Dean asked as soon as he got out of his Impala. He then walked over to his dad, followed by Sammy, Sam and Carli.
John shoved his hands into his jacket's pockets and looked around himself. "I know as much as you do," he confessed, as he turned to his two sons and two goddaughters.
"Just what we wanted to hear," Carli said sarcastically, as she raised her hands up into the air as if she had been defeated, before she turned around and began to walk towards the house.
The house, which once belonged to John's friend Peter, looked as if no one had lived their for quite some time. The grass that was around the house was now tall, and it came up to the five hunters' knees. The garden around the house had now become overgrown and wild, and some parts of the house were beginning to fall apart, mainly the spouting on the roof, and every window was broken.
"Seriously Dean, you've got to learn to control that girl," John said to his eldest son, as Sam and Sammy jogged ahead to catch up to Carli.
Dean looked at his father before he and John walked towards the house. "Okay, what do you know that I don't?" Dean asked, before he shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.
John simply shrugged his shoulders and gave Dean a small smirk, his eyes making contact with his. "I thought you would've figured it out by now," he stated, making Dean even more curious.
And that was when Dean figured it all out. He had been the one who had given Carli the ride in the first place- just before she met up with him and Sam. "You're that guy that Carli hitched a ride with," he said finally, and with that new found information, it only made everything lock into place. "Just before we met up with her a few months ago."
John nodded his head in agreement, before he gave Dean a smirk. "Took you a while," he stated, "I thought my son had quick reflexes."

Dean couldn't help but roll his eyes at his father. So, it had taken him a lot longer than his father had expected, but did it really mean anything? Not to Dean at least, but that explained a lot. But why couldn't Carli have told him in the first place? Did John tell her not to tell him or Sam? Something just didn't feel right.
"There are no signs of a break in," Sammy suddenly said, bringing Dean out of his thoughts and back to reality. He and John approached Sam, Sammy and Carli at the front door of the house, where the front door was closed.
Seeing how the front door was still locked, which was a bit weird considering Peter had been found dead in his house, Sammy took a few steps backwards and kicked the door with all her might, sending it off its hinges and into the hallway beyond. She then turned to Sam, Carli, John and Dean. "There you go," she said, giving a small smile before she gestured inside. "Me and Sam are gonna check the property. You guys can check inside for clues."
"Make sure you two be careful," John warned, as Dean and Carli entered the house and disappeared into another room. "I could never forgive myself if you two ever disappeared."
Sam gave a smile. He hardly ever saw this side of his father, but he guessed it was because of the fact that both Sammy and Carli were around. Sam did like this side of his father, but he wasn't really that used to it, ever since his mother had died twenty three years ago. "Don't worry," he replied, before he glanced down at Sammy, "we'll be fine."
John knew too well what Sam meant. Giving his youngest son a smile, he then disappeared inside the house after Dean and Carli, while Sam and Sammy began to search outside and around the property.

John walked down a dark hallway, which led into a wide and big room beyond. That was where both Carli and Dean were standing, looking around.
"Find anything?" he asked simply, causing Dean and Carli to turn around and face him. He then looked down at their feet, where the two were standing on shards of glass, and there were many pieces around them. Obviously the person or thing that had killed Peter hadn't used the front door, but instead used another entry.
"They got through the back door," Carli clarified, looking around herself, "I guess your friend Peter thought he was home alone."
John let out a sigh as he knelt down and picked up a shard of glass. Holding it up in front of his eyes and under the ray of light coming in through one of the broken windows, he noticed a glint of red on the edge of it.
"Do you know if whatever murdered Peter were after something?" questioned Carli, as John pulled himself to his feet.
John then glanced over his shoulder, and saw a long passageway leading to another room, which was more darker than the rest and the one he, Dean and Carli were currently in.
Turning around, he then began to head in that direction, where he finally arrived at the dark room. Reaching his hand inside, he felt along the wall until he found the light switch. Flicking the switch, the darkness of the room was eliminated.
The room which was now in front of John was a study, with a desk sitting in the middle of the room. Sitting on top of the desk were piles of paper, and you couldn't really see the desk underneath it all. Besides the desk, there was a cupboard in one of the corners of the room and there was a large window, with shards of broken glass lying on the ground underneath the windowsill. Another place where the attacker or attackers could've gotten in through.
John entered the room and approached the desk, where he picked up a piece of paper. Only reading parts of the paper, he then placed it back down on the desk, before he noticed a journal, like his own, sitting near it.

Picking up the large and bulky journal, John pulled it open, where the journal automatically turned to Peter's last entry. He probably wrote it just before he had been killed.
They're coming- I can't stop them. They all believe I know where John Winchester is. I can't hold them off. They all know where I live, so it's only a matter of time before-
Beside Peter's last journal entry, was a splash of blood. It was most likely his own blood, or the blood belonging to his attacker or his attackers. Closing his eyes, John then closed the book and placed it back down on the desk, where he had first found it.
"John?"
John whirled around, only to see his oldest son and his goddaughter standing in the doorway of Peter's old study. "Where's Sam and Sammy?" he asked, as Carli and Dean cautiously entered the room.
Carli looked down, disgusted at the study's current condition. "Don't you remember? They said they were going to check things out outside and around the property," she clarified, causing John to run a hand through his hair and over his face.
"Get the two of them inside," he stated, causing Dean to look up to meet his father's eyes. "Now."
"Yes sir," Dean said without question, before he disappeared out of the room and out of sight. While Dean was gone, this left Carli alone with John, who had his back turned to her.
Before Carli could open her mouth to speak though, John spoke before her. "I'm not sure how I became their General," he stated, before he turned to face Carli.

Carli gave John a weak smile, before she looked down at the ground. "You don't need to worry about us," she said, "even if we do face any sort of trouble, we always manage to find a way out of it."
"It's not that," John said, as he picked up Peter's journal, and he tossed it to Carli. He then watched as she opened up to the page of Peter's last journal entry. As Carli looked up at John, the only thing she could do was curse underneath her breath.
"But- what exactly did kill Peter? It's obvious a group of things killed him, but it doesn't really explain what though," she said, just as Dean burst through the door, with Sammy following closely behind him.
Sammy's blue denim jeans were now ripped at the knees, who biker boots were muddy and the tank top that she was wearing, which was black and went up to her elbows, was splashed with blood, along with the red jacket that she was wearing over the top of that.
Sammy took a deep breath in and out, to try and slow her heart rate down, but it really wasn't working that well. "Sam..." she whispered, before she turned around, upon hearing glass breaking behind her in the room beyond. "They got Sam..."

John brushed past Sammy and entered the living room beyond, to find more glass on the ground. Off to his left, he found a pool of blood on the floor, and on the wall above it, there was a message written in blood, meant for him.
We've got you where we want you, and now all you need to do is come and find your son before it's too late.
Hearing a gasp come from behind him, John turned around and saw Sammy now standing behind him, along with Dean and Carli. A hand was over her mouth, and tears were now rolling down her cheeks.

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Sammy paced around the motel room, trying to think of a way to get Sam back. On top of that, she was worried sick and hoped that he wasn't in any sort of trouble, even though she highly doubted that thought. They were in the middle of something big, and they were always caught in the middle of something, and something bad always managed to happen to them.
"Did you actually see the things that took Sam?" Dean questioned, who was sitting at the round table in the motel room, leaning back into the wooden chair he was sitting on. In his hand was his pocket knife, and he was twirling it around with the blade digging into the wooden surface of the table.
"They were just ordinary people," Sammy stated, her arms crossed over her chest as she turned to face Dean. She had changed out of her blood drenched tank top and jacket and had replaced the two with a white tank top and denim jacket. "But they all knew who we were, and what we were doing here in St. Louis." She just couldn't figure it out.
Dean looked up at Sammy with his hazel eyes, and he looked like he didn't care about the matter at hand. But deep down, he was worried sick about his little brother, and what was going on. From what Sammy was telling him, she hardly knew a thing, and what the hell would normal people want with Sam? "And how on Earth did Sam let them capture him in the first place?" Dean continued, before he turned his attention away from Sammy and back to his pocket knife.
"He was trying to protect me, but it didn't really work," Sammy clarified, before she looked away, "someone got me from behind and threw me to the ground. The next thing I knew, Sam had disappeared, along with whoever took him."
"And who exactly took him?" asked Dean, his gaze once again shifting from his pocket knife and back up to Sammy. "Just- ordinary people? Now that's just slack from him."
Sammy looked at Dean, her eyes connecting with his own. They looked like normal people, but for some odd reason, she got a strange vibe from all of them, as if they were something different. As if they weren't human at all. "Three guys and a girl," she stated finally, before she uncrossed her arms.

Three guys and a girl? Dean would definitely give it to his younger brother if it had been the woman who had taken him down. About to reply to Sammy's statement, Dean couldn't even get a word in because the door to the motel room had opened. Snatching his pocket knife that he had been twirling around on the surface of the table, Dean then closed it before shoving it into one of the many pockets of his brown leather jacket, just as his dad walked in through the door, carrying his own duffel bag over one of his shoulders.
"You know we can't kill those people- right?" John questioned, as he dropped his bag on top of one of the beds in the large motel room.
Then how were they going to rescue Sam if they couldn't hurt or kill those people? It reminded Dean of the last time he and Sam had encountered humans. Sam had been captured by humans; a family known as The Benders, who hunted people on their property just for something to do- actually, make that 'fun.' In the end, Sam and Dean had to kill the whole family except for the young daughter, just to get away alive.
Dean once again pulled out his pocket knife, but this time, along with a whetstone. Opening his pocket knife, Dean then sat up properly, before he began to sharpen it. "Where did you go?" he asked finally, glancing up at his dad as Carli stepped out of the bathroom.
"Well, while I was out, the people who took Sam sent me the coordinates to where they've got him," John explained, before he opened up his duffel bag and began to pull out different weapons.
"What's the point of that?" questioned Carli, as she placed her hands on her hips. As per usual, she was wearing her favourite pair of jeans and boots, but she was wearing a grey tank top, with AC/DC written across the front in red writing. "It's not like we're stupid enough to walk right into a trap."

"Well, we're still going to go over there anyway," John said, "they do have little Sammy."
"Do you think they could maybe be vampires?" asked Sammy, as she looked up to meet John's eyes, "because vampires do disguise themselves as humans when they're not eating."
John shook his head. "They're definitely not vampires. They would never waste any sort of blood by writing a message on a wall," he explained. "I fear they're something else."
Dean placed his pocket knife and the whetstone he was using to sharpen it down on the surface of the table in front of him. "What do you fear it is?" he asked, as Carli crossed her arms over her chest impatiently.
"I feel they're real people," John stated, "possessed by a demon- like Meg."
"I don't need to be reminded," Dean mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes at the same time.
John quickly turned to Sammy, who was now leaning against one of the walls of the motel. "Do you remember what they looked like?" he asked, causing Sammy to look up at him.
"One of them looked like Orlando Bloom," she stated, "but there was this one guy- he had a small scar underneath his left eye- he seemed to be the leader of the group. The girl had a gun in her hands, as if she was going to use it on us."
John ran a hand through his dark hair before dragging it over his face. "I've met them before," he answered finally, as he stepped back so that Sammy, Carli and Dean were in his sight. "They hunt supernatural things as well. I met the leader, Daine Hudson, a few years ago, when his mother was murdered, and his father left him with his younger brother. I distinctively remember the small scar under his left eye."
"They might not be possessed," said Carli, her tone of voice changing, "they just might want to kill us 'cos we do a better job than them." Who was she kidding? She didn't know how that group of hunters hunted, or if they were better or not.
John shook his head. "Daine would never want to kill me. I was the one who made him into the person he is today. He respects me too highly to want to kill me," John explained, causing Carli to sigh. Of course she knew that- she knew Daine well- too well for that matter. But... what had happened to him since the last time she had seen him?
"So what do we do?" Carli questioned, as Dean pulled himself to his feet.
Dean gave a smirk as he approached Carli. "We come up with a plan."

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Sam gave a cough as he was finally brought back to consciousness. Giving another cough, he tried to move his arms, but found that he couldn't because he was bound to a pole. He was also sitting on the ground of an old, dusty and dirty warehouse, and on his clothes were splashes of both blood and mud.
"It's good to see you're finally awake," a feminine voice stated, causing Sam to look up. Walking down the wooden steps, leading to the second floor of the warehouse, was a blonde haired woman who looked like that of Carrie Underwood. She was wearing a pair of faded, pale and ripped denim jeans, a white tank top that showed off her naval, and over the top of that was a matching denim jacket.
Sam cleared his throat as the woman now stood in front of him, with an amused look written across her face. "Who are you?" he asked weakly, as the woman then knelt down in front of him.
"I know who you are- Sam Winchester," the woman answered, an amused smirk now adorning her lips. "I'm Katie Overelm by the way," she then introduced, as she extended her hand. Knowing that Sam couldn't, she then gave a laugh before she pulled herself to her feet.
"Katie, leave the poor guy a lone," a masculine voice stated, causing Katie to take a few steps backward and turn around. A man, who looked to be way older than her and looked like Jim Carrey, entered the warehouse, followed by a guy who looked relatively like Orlando Bloom. (Think of him in Pirates of the Caribbean)
"Where's Daine?" Katie questioned, as the two men stopped in front of both her and Sam.
"Finishing a few things off," the guy who looked like Orlando Bloom clarified, before he peered down at Sam. "It won't be long now 'til Daddy Winchester and Brother Winchester arrive looking for you."
Sam couldn't help but glare at the three people now standing in front of him. He then began to struggle against the ropes that bound him to the pole, but it really didn't get him anywhere- it just gave him a few rope burns.
"I'm Nick Jackson," the guy who looked like Jim Carrey introduced, as he gave Sam a mocking smile. "And this here, is Hunter Harrison." With that being said, he then gestured toward the guy who looked like Orlando Bloom.

Sam turned away and looked down at the ground. He was now in deep trouble- how was he supposed to get away if he was bound to a pole with three or more people watching his every move? And he couldn't possibly think about the other possibility, where Sam, Carli, Dean and his dad came to save him. It was obviously a trap, but what happened if they didn't know that, and they were all killed because of him? If Dean, Sammy, Carli and his father were killed because of him, he couldn't possibly live with himself. He couldn't live through losing more loved ones like he did before, when Jess died. And even though he hardly knew his mother before she had died, she was another had had lost.
And that was when Sam heard the creak of the warehouse door opening, causing him to look up. And that was when he saw him. Daine Hudson had finally arrived.


I'm guessing you guys can tell what this episode is about- the name is a dead give away. Anyway, if I haven't clarified things properly- Carli knows Daine pretty well. She met him as soon as she moved to New Jersey from Australia. He is in fact, her exboyfriend, yet they remain very close friends. He is also a hunter, and he knows John, like John had said in the chapter. And, tying this story in with Devil's Trap PT.2, which I've posted on this site as well, Daine is the same guy who had saved Dean, Sam and John from Dean's totalled car. Anyway, please R&R if you haven't done so already!