Title: A New Beginning
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Warnings: Nope.
Notes: Nope.
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With John, Dean, Sam, and the children in the train…
Dean sat the toddler down next to the rest of the children. "What now," he asked his father.
John looked at the children on the ground. He could feel the heat intensifying. They were gonna cut this close. "Sam, stay with the kids. Send them out when the coast is clear. Dean, we're going with force."
John strolled to the door and Dean followed. Shooting two bullets at the place where the padlock should be, he heard the satisfying click, signaling it was now broken.
John reloaded before looking at his son. "Ready?" Dean nodded and John looked at Sam. "Keep them safe. You've got a good three minutes before the fire hits here." Sam nodded.
John turned back to the door and shoved it open before both elder Winchesters jumped out.
There were five shifters. Dean managed to take one out before a second came and started to attack him. The Winchester's gun was thrown across the clearing.
John, however, ducked and the bullet that one shifter had fired missed the Winchester. He managed to let two shots rip, one of them hitting its intended target while the other hit another shifter in the arm making him stumble backward.
Two down, one injured. Three more needed to die.
Dean shoved the shifter off of him before getting in a few punches. Finally, he heard the pleasing crack, signifying the broken neck. Dean scrambled and found the silver knife that the shifter was carrying. He shoved it in the heart of the creature.
Dean pulled it out and turned around. John was busy fighting one of the last two shifters with his bare hands. The other remaining baddie was sneaking up behind John.
Dean took aim and threw it, getting it in the back of the heart. Not too shabby for a guy who hadn't hunted in a while.
"DEAN," Sam screamed from in the train. Dean glanced back at the train before running there. His father could handle himself.
Dean grabbed a hold on the side of door and jumped in the compartment with his brother and the children.
The wall that was first ignited had fallen in. "There's one back there," Sam said, fear in his voice. What if it was Jason?
"Give me," Dean instructed, grabbing the baby from Sam's arms. "Go get him." Sam nodded and ran toward the back of the train.
Dean took the time to help all the children out of the train carefully before giving them – if they could hold one – an infant. He instructed them all to go stand by the woods and wait.
Finally, after he had only two toddlers left, Sam ran back, Jason in his arms. "I gotcha," Sam whispered to his child before jumping out of the train and heading toward the other children.
Dean grabbed the two toddlers and hopped out himself.
He no sooner got to the group of children, Sam, and John – who had killed the last shifter while they were evacuating the train – and the train's main compartment, where they were seconds before, had a mini-explosion. It was muffled by the mostly closed doors, causing virtually no damage.
John looked to his sons and the children. "Let's go home."