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Pastor Jim was almost at the end of his sermon when he noticed a young man who he'd never seen before. The man was on the rather short side and had long blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail and he wore sunglasses over his eyes. Jim watched as the man stood from one of the very back pews and left suddenly, moving at a brisk and determined pace. Jim knew that it was very likely that the man was just an ordinary citizen going outside to answer a call but considering the situation they were in, it was also likely that some demon had taken hold of one his parishioners and was here to pay a visit. What was also a bit suspicious was the fact that Jim had no idea who the man was and he knew every single one of his parishioners, no matter how rarely they came to mass.
Wanting to know what was up with this mysterious fellow, Jim quickly ended the service, grateful that his congregation didn't seem to notice that they had ended a tad bit early today. The last thing he needed if this guy really was a demon was a bunch of old, religious women following him back to the house. Jim quickly excused himself and hurried out the church's front doors looking around for the gentlemen he had seen just a few minutes ago. "Sam," Jim whispered worriedly when the man wasn't anywhere in sight and he took off in the direction of the house.
~DW/SW~
Sam's face was covered in tears as he sat, huddled, underneath the kitchen table. He was shaking so hard that he could hear his teeth chattering and grinding together but he was also trying to be as quiet as he could so that hopefully, whoever was at the door would think that no one was home and would leave. What am I gonna do? Sam thought. He felt worried for both his and his children's safety as he knew that he was essentially trapped with really no way to defend himself.
If they've heard anything, then they'll wait because trust me Sam… that ass is something worth waiting for his rapist whispered, startling Sam.
Feeling too emotional to get into an argument with the bastard in his head, Sam remained silent and tried to not let the demon's words add extra worry to how he was currently feeling.
Aw, don't be shy Sam. You should be proud that you have such talent the demon teased in a wicked sounding voice.
But then just as quickly as the pounding started, it stopped causing Sam's breath to hitch as he waited, unsure of what to make of the sudden silence. I can't take this he thought to himself, trying to ignore the babies' motions inside of him for right now knowing that he needed his head as clear as it could be should he need to think on his feet. Yeah, not like I'm all that fast in that area now either he thought somewhat bitterly albeit relieved when the demon didn't seem to have a response for that.
~DW/SW~
"You want a beer?" Josh asked as he and Steven headed up the back steps. Josh had been genuinely surprised that the doctor had picked up the skill as he quickly as he had. He could honestly say that he had expected the somewhat nerdy guy to jump whenever he pulled the trigger but instead, Steven had turned out to be a rather okay marksman.
Steven nodded. "Why not?" He smirked as he pulled open the screen door and walked through to the kitchen.
"What the… dude, you wanna give me some warning next time?" Josh huffed when Steven stopped suddenly, causing him to walk straight into the other man.
"Sorry," Steven muttered as he moved so Josh could see the mess that was on the kitchen floor. The hardwood floor in front of the stove was coated in spilled milk and the empty plastic container was lying in the middle of it. A moment later, the front door opened and a harried looking Pastor Jim rushed into the kitchen, his eyes darting in every direction and scanning for something only known to him.
"Is he here?" Jim asked sounding slightly out of breath and not noticing the mess on the floor.
Steven and Josh both looked at each other before glancing back over at the Pastor. "Is who here?" Josh asked, a strange and anxious feeling starting to build in his gut as he knew that Jim was usually a rather calm man and it took quite a bit to get him to be as riled up as he currently was.
"Sam, is he here?" Jim repeated, seeming very tense.
"He should be… I don't think he left with John." Josh answered, starting to get worried and wondering why the Pastor would suddenly be worried about the kids' whereabouts.
"Good Lord, someone call…" Jim was cut off when they heard a sniffle and then one of the kitchen chairs was being pushed out.
"Ah… hi," Sam said awkwardly as he worked to push himself up and then glanced around at the three men standing before him.
"Jeeze Sam, way to give an old guy a heart attack!" Jim huffed, placing a hand over his slowly calming heart even as he observed just how shaken up Sam appeared to be. And why was he hiding? Jim asked himself.
"Sorry." Sam mumbled as he raised a hand to his face and tried to erase any signs that he'd been crying only a few moments ago. "I'll um… I'll… I'll just clean that up." He apologized softly as he motioned to the spilled milk on the floor and walked to get some paper towels.
Jim placed a gentle hand on Sam's arm causing the young teen to pause in his tracks. "Sam, what happened?" He asked. It was obvious that something, though no one knew what, had happened to cause the young teen to become recently frightened.
Sam shook his head, trying to fix somewhat of a believable smile onto his face. "Nothing… just got a little startled is all. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you guys."
What he means to say is that there's another customer out there waiting for him and you pathetic pricks interrupted it the demon tossed out.
"Startled by what?" Josh asked even as he reached for the loaded gun in his waistband, prepared to go do a property search.
Steven wasn't quite sure what Josh and Jim were getting at or what threat they sensed and decided to stay quiet, not wanting to delay receiving any important information.
Sam remained quiet as he studied his feet, unconsciously ripping the paper towel he'd grabbed into small bits.
"Sam, was someone here?" Pastor Jim pushed gently as he thought back to the hurry that the stranger had seemed to be in.
Sam sniffled. "I… I heard gunshots and was checking to see who it was but… but then there was someone knocking on the door and I just… I got a bit freaked out. I'm sorry." He explained as he felt embarrassed for being such a chicken.
Pastor Jim bit his lip nervously as he knew that he hadn't passed anyone on his way to the house and there certainly hadn't been anyone waiting to be let in at the front door.
"I don't know who was at the door but the gunshots… Sam that was just the two of us." Josh answered as he motioned to Steven and then back to himself. "He wanted to learn how to shoot… incase, it's ever needed." And chances are that if he knows us, it will be Steven thought to himself knowing that the Winchesters were a big magnet for trouble, or at least it seemed that way.
Sam nodded. "Oh…" Great! Sam silently snarled to himself, feeling quite fed up with having his emotions constantly being all over the place and overreacting all the time to simple things that, in another lifetime never would have bothered him.
The other three men nodded as they stood in silence for a few minutes before Sam glanced down at the now destroyed napkin in his hand and opened the cabinet that hid the trashcan. He reached to grab a second one when Jim stopped him. "It's okay Sam. I'll take care of it." He offered knowing that it was getting rather hard for the teen to bend over and pick things up, what with his large belly in the way.
After a moment, Sam nodded and gave Pastor Jim a small, grateful smile. "Thanks, um… if it's okay I think I'm going to go lay down for a while." He needed some time, alone, to think and get his head screwed on straight again before he overreacted again, only this time with bigger consequences than just spilled milk and a sticky floor.
We can make the floor sticky in other ways Sam heard, causing him to close his eyes.
When is this going to stop? Sam wondered to himself before he chose to buck up for a moment and defend himself. Yeah, with your blood he bit back against the vicious demon.
Hmm, well I knew I was going to be involved somehow and aren't you the kinky one… he drifted off, leaving Sam to draw the obvious and disturbing conclusions.
Sam clenched his eyes shut as he waited for the three men to give him permission to leave.
Aw, such a good little bitch Sam the demon sighed, obviously reliving the minutes he had already spent with the youngest Winchester.
Please, just let me go Sam silently pleaded as he opened his eyes in time to see Jim and Josh's approval.
The three men nodded and watched as Sam walked up the stairs unaware of the silent battle going on inside the teen's head. As soon as they were sure that he was out of hearing range, they began discussing amongst themselves. "I think it's starting." Jim said quietly as he bent down to begin cleaning up the mess on the hardwood floor.
"Because why, someone was at the door?" Josh asked, quirking an eyebrow in suspicion. Sure, it'd be nice to know who it had been but just because they'd had a visitor didn't mean that the little scorned angel was here now. At least I frickin' hope not he thought since they really didn't have much of any idea on how to fight the creature.
Jim nodded. "Not just that. Today, this morning at mass, there was a new fellow… he came late and left early." Jim didn't actually care about punctuality as far as religion went. He felt that as long as you were sincere, you could pray anytime and anywhere, it was just that this man had seemed a bit off. "And when he left, he had this look of determination on his face but also like he might be hiding something… I don't know, it might turn out to be nothing but…"
Josh shook his head, excusing Jim from having to explain anymore. "No, it's better to be safe than sorry. You two stay here, keep an eye on Sam. I'm going to go look around." Josh grabbed his .44, checked to make sure it was fully loaded and then headed out the door, not caring that he wasn't totally back to one hundred percent yet. He knew he was their best line of defense right now and they couldn't afford to wait for backup.
~DW/SW~
Caleb had just finished putting the crown molding up in the living room when John came stomping into the room, Bobby following behind him. Caleb jumped off of the ladder and asked, "What's going on guys?" He could tell that John was not about to announce a coffee and donuts run.
"Jim just called." John answered as he took the off the mask he was wearing and chucked it onto one of the work tables that they had set up. He stood there for a moment, fuming, as he went over in his head the information that Jim had passed on to him.
"And?" Bobby asked a couple a minutes later, unsure of why that would have set John off.
"He thinks we should head home. Apparently, while Steven and Josh were outside and he was at church this morning, someone came knocking on the door." John explained. "Sam didn't answer it because of… well, you know but then just as quickly as it started, the knocking stopped and Sam said he never heard a car pull up into the driveway or anything."
"Could it of been one of Jim's parishioners?" Caleb asked as he took off his work gloves figuring that it was quite likely that they were going to call it quits early today. Well, at least there isn't much left to do he thought to himself feeling good about the progress that they had made in recent weeks.
"Well, that's just it. Jim was still doing the service when it happened and so if it was one of them looking for him, that wouldn't make sense." He continued causing Bobby to take off his traditional trucker's cap and wring it in his hands nervously. "Jim did say that there was a stranger at church today… some guy he'd never seen before who left before the mass was over."
"Does he know where the guy went?" Bobby asked.
John shook his head. "No, Josh did a search and didn't find anything but… look, I think that we should head home now. Jim said Sam was pretty shaken up and I want to go check on him."
Both Caleb and Bobby nodded understandingly. "Yeah, sure." They replied in unison wanting to check on the kid for themselves too.
~DW/SW~
Dean was sitting at his checkout stand, waiting as the day was kind of slow when one of his coworkers walked over to him. "Phone for ya." The guy, Todd explained.
"Oh, ah, thanks man," Dean said leaving his checkout for Todd to man as he walked down through the aisles and back to the employee lounge. He picked the phone up off of the counter and steeled himself, he doubted this was good news. "Yeah?" He asked.
"Dean, it's dad. Is there any way you can come home early today?" John asked hoping that his son would be able to. If Jim and Josh were right and this really was the start of things, then they needed all the manpower they had.
"Ah, yeah, probably, why?" Dean asked, starting to feel concerned.
"Some stuff happened…" Dean cut his dad off.
"Is he okay?" Dean questioned his tone both angry and worried. Whose ass do I need to kick? Dean silently asked.
John nodded even though Dean couldn't see him. "Yeah, he's okay. Look, come home and we'll explain everything." He sighed, knowing that it would be better to tell his son about their mysterious knocker when he was at home rather than at work. The last thing he wanted was for Dean to get angry and explode at someone and lose his job. They needed as much money as they could get.
"Yeah, see you soon." Dean hung the phone up quickly and then went to go see his boss, determined to get the day off. Hell, if Tom didn't feel like letting him go home early, then he'd just quit. Sam's sanity was a hell of a lot more important to him than some hardware job.
~DW/SW~
When Dean got home almost forty minutes later, it was to find Pastor Jim, his dad, Caleb, Josh, Bobby, and Steven sitting in the living room, all drinking beers and in a heated debate. Dean could sense the tension between them and stepped forward, breaking everyone's gaze. "What's going on?" He asked his voice deep and loud.
John wiped a hand over his face before he took a long swig of his beer. "He's here… the bastard's here." He growled as he stood, turning to stare out the window.
Dean felt like the wind had been knocked out of him before he straightened back up, his jaw set in determination and his eyes ablaze with anger. "Wh… how do you know?" He stuttered nervously.
Josh scoffed. "Guy isn't as good at hiding as we thought… found a trail of feathers in the woods. Of course, it was a dead end but still…" He explained. After John had called Dean at work, both he and Josh had gone on a second search through the woods and while, they hadn't found the actual demon, they had found evidence that pointed to him being around.
"What's the plan then?" Dean asked turning to look at his dad.
"That's what we're trying to figure out. I wanted Sam down here but last time I checked on him, he was fast asleep." John replied. Considering the emotional toll that the day had had on Sam, John was inclined to let his son rest. He figured that they would bring him up to speed on everything once he woke. "I definitely don't want him staying here tomorrow," He said before looking up at Jim, Josh, and Steven. "It's nothing against you guys… I just want him to be where I can watch him."
"No, we understand besides, that will give us more of a chance to do go out and find the bastard." Josh agreed, hoping that not having the demon's target around would help anger the bastard and bring him out into the open.
"Okay, knowing where Sam is, is all good and dandy but how the hell are we gonna find this creep?" Dean asked feeling torn about getting information now and leaving to go check on his brother. Dad said he was sleeping Dean reminded himself as he tried to calm down a bit, a mix of anxiety and adrenaline working against his ability to stay calm and tear everyone, except for Sam, within a three mile radius a new one.
Josh sighed and stood. "Along with the trail of feathers, I found footprints… not shoe marks but footprints, like the ones you'd find on the beach. And just like the feathers, they were easy to find at first and then, the farther I got the sparser they became but my guess is that he's hiding somewhere in those woods, close to where Sam was… attacked…" He explained causing everyone eyes to darken as they thought back to the rape and where it occurred.
That isn't that far from the house Dean thought. He now really wanted to go and check on his brother just to make sure Sam was still in his bed and that he was alone.
"What makes you say that?" John asked, worry making his voice rough.
"Think about it, why would he want to go find somewhere else to hide in town when he has all of… that" Josh pointed to the vast forest behind Jim's house that provided a dense cover for anyone or anything that wanted to watch without being seen.
Dean growled as he realized what Josh was getting at. "It's easier to keep an eye on Sam from here." He grew quiet as he thought about all the times when Sam had sat out on the porch, needing time to think about everything he'd gone through in the past several months. Had this demon been watching him then? Had Sam been in danger under their very own eyes and they hadn't even realized it? It's happened before Dean thought to himself as he stood and walked over to the window, peering out through the glass but unable to make anything out. You had better have found a damn good hiding place Dean thought, knowing that as soon as the scum was found, he would be unrecognizable once their bunch got through with him.
"That's it!" John growled through clenched teeth as he picked up a newly sharpened bowie knife and an extra handgun that were lying on the coffee table in front of him. With a snarl on his face, John strapped the knife to his ankle and stashed the gun in the inside pocket of his jacket. This was ending tonight; he was going to end it.
"Wow, wow, John," Bobby leapt up when he saw John heading towards the door and stood in front of him. He placed a hand on John's chest, preventing the man from moving any closer to the door. "John, calm down." Bobby ordered.
John shook his head. "Let me go Bobby." He demanded trying to shove the other man off.
"No." Bobby replied stubbornly as he gripped John's leather jacket tightly in his fists.
"Bobby," John started before Bobby cut him off.
"Dammit John, no! We're not ready to face this guy yet and I'm not going to let you go out there half-cocked when you don't even know how to kill this wannabe angel!" Bobby yelled. He took a few breaths to calm himself down though he continued to glare at the other man. "Now, we're going to go back to the living room and figure out a damn plan before we go traipsing through the woods cause walking into a trap sure as hell ain't gonna help Sam any."
John's jaw remained stubbornly set for a few minutes before he backed down and moved away from the door. "So, any idea what this plan of yours consists of?" He grumbled.
Bobby cracked a small smirk. "I'm working on it."
~DW/SW~
Dean walked slowly to his and Sam's room, feeling as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders and then at the same time feeling like his nerves were on fire with adrenaline. He doubted he was going to get much sleep tonight. As he neared his room, he thought back to how Pastor Jim and Josh had explained that Sam had been hiding underneath the kitchen table and though Dean knew that Sam had plenty of reason to be scared of strangers, especially now, he couldn't help but compare Sam's reaction to what it might have been had the rape never happened.
God Sammy he thought. He had let his brother down so bad when he had angered his brother enough for him to walk into the life changing event in the woods. I can make it up to you though. I'm going to make it up to you Dean promised. There was no way this chubby little freak was getting his devilish paws on his brother and with that thought in his head, Dean opened the bedroom door. Quietly and quickly, he grabbed a pair of boxers from his clean clothes pile and headed for the bathroom. Once he was changed and had brushed his teeth and was ready for bed, Dean headed back into the bedroom. He sighed when he spotted Sam, lying asleep, on his bed with his body wrapped around Dean's pillow.
"Kiddo," Dean muttered before he walked over to the bed, snagging Sam's pillow on the way. Dean placed the pillow he'd grabbed by the edge of the bed, glad when Sam didn't seem to stir. Carefully, he slid in beside his brother and wrapped an arm around Sam's growing waist. He felt relieved when no one kicked against his hand, hoping that their stillness would mean sleep would come easier tonight.
Dean felt Sam stiffen at the contact and realized that his brother was awake.
"It's just me." He reassured, glad when Sam settled back down, his body less tense. A moment later, Sam moved one of his hands down to tangle it with his older brother's as he began to shake slightly. "Sammy," Dean sighed, squeezing his brother's hand gently and ignoring the fact that this was a massive chick flick moment. "No one is coming in this room besides the two of us okay?" And if they do, they will be getting an ass kicking Dean silently promised and yet urging the demon hiding in the woods to hear his threat. Dean couldn't wait to lay into the bastard. He was going to make hell look Disneyland.
After a moment, Sam sniffled and nodded trying to gather some sense of security from having his big brother beside him.
"Good, now get some sleep." He ordered softly, glad when Sam obeyed him.
~DW/SW~
The next morning, everyone except for Sam woke early and discussed the plan for the day over breakfast. About half an hour later, it was finally decided that Dean and Sam would head to the new house while the rest of them went on a search through the woods. A part of Dean really wanted to go on the hunt too; after all, he had to show this demon what happened to those who thought that it would be fun to mess with his Sammy. But in the end, he knew that keeping his brother company at the house and protecting him there was just as important.
~DW/SW~
"Dean?" Dean turned around when he heard his brother say his name and smiled. He had called his boss a little under half an hour ago and had talked Tom into letting him take the rest of the week off. That left him with three days to not have to worry about work and instead concentrate on how to stop his brother's attacker.
"Morning." He replied as he continued to pack the duffle bag lying open in front of him.
Sam stared at his brother, wide-eyed. What was Dean doing packing up his stuff? Was he leaving? Was their dad leaving too? What about me? Sam silently asked himself, wondering why no one had told him to pack up his belongings. He felt tears begin to fill his eyes at the thought that his family was really going to leave without him and he slowly but steadily pushed himself up from the bed. Sam paused when he got to the bedroom doorway and hung his head as another thought entered his mind. If I hadn't woken up, would he have said goodbye to me? He asked himself with tears stinging his eyes.
Dean watched as his brother struggled to climb out of bed and then how the kid waddled as he walked towards the hall. "Hey Sam," Dean called as he looked down at the couple of bags by his feet that he had already packed.
"Y… yeah Dean?" Sam responded quietly and trying to not let his tears fall.
"I ah, I already packed your stuff okay?" Dean said causing Sam to turn back around with a questioning look on his face. "Dad thinks it's time we moved into the new place, you can have some breakfast if you want and then when you're done, we'll head over there." Besides, it'll put some space between you and the hellspawn Dean silently added.
Sam nodded, feeling his tears start to dry up as a small bit of excitement began to build in his stomach. There had been several times over the past couple of months when his dad and the rest of them would come home from working on the place and Sam would be curious as to what it looked like and he was excited to finally get to see it. "You mean I can finally see if Dad's okay at being a handyman?" He asked, causing Dean to nod.
Dean smiled when he saw his brother perk up a little. "Hey, it wasn't just dad ya know? I put some work into it too." Dean defended though he secretly loved seeing the kid relax slightly. Plus, it was nice to banter a little with his brother again. It was good to know that the kid still had it in him to be happy and smile even with everything that had happened. Dean's thoughts though, turned to the demonic angel who was apparently just biding his time in the woods. So not going to happen buddy He thought sarcastically as he cast a glance over to the bedroom window once Sam had headed downstairs.
~DW/SW~
"Alright, you ready to go?" Dean asked about forty-five minutes later as he shouldered the last of his and Sam's duffle bags. The rest were already packed away in the Impala's trunk.
Sam nodded as he placed a hand on his stomach trying to calm them down. Both babies were wide awake now and having them take turns jumping on his bladder was slightly irritating.
"Kay, just let me go tell dad and then we're off." Dean said as he ducked back into the living room. "Hey dad," Dean said causing John to look up at his oldest.
"You guys leaving now?" John asked as he stood so he could say goodbye to Sam too.
Dean nodded and began to walk with his dad back to where Sam was waiting for him when there was a loud boom that rattled the doors. "What the hell was that?" John asked.
Dean shook his head in confusion and both men took off at a run and charged into the kitchen, feeling the blood drain from both of their faces. The kitchen door was wide open and standing in the doorway was the curly, blonde haired angel-demon. The creature had an evil smirk on its face as he stared at Sam who was standing, thankfully, not that far from the living room doorway and hopefully, a means of an escape.
Dean's eyes narrowed in pure hate as his muscles tensed, ready to spring into action at any second. He glanced a look over at his dad and saw that his dad looked more furious than he had ever seen. You so picked the wrong family to mess with Dean thought as he glared back at the angel.
"Well, well, look at you," The angel smiled as he took a step inside the kitchen causing Sam to back up and Dean and John to step forward as they both tried to intercept the fallen angel's path. "Pregnancy really does suit you well Sam. I think I may have to keep you pregnant forever." His eyes focused on Sam's large belly causing the teen to whimper in fear. "Now, now, don't be afraid. I mean, it's not like I'm going to hurt you or anything." He said smugly.
"Hey fluffy," Dean called, glad when the demon's gaze switched to him as he would much rather be the focal point of the creep's attention. "You really gotta be more careful where you leave your wings… or at least what's left of them."
The demon's eyes narrowed and he visibly bristled at the mention of his ruined wings.
"Oh, sorry, did I hit a nerve?" Dean asked, feigning sympathy. Both he and John breathed a small sigh of relief when they spotted Josh and Caleb quietly entering the kitchen, blocking off any escape. They knew that Bobby, Jim, and Steven were probably somewhere nearby, ready to get into the action too. John hoped that with the seven of them present they would be able to overpower the creature long enough to get Sam away from here.
After a moment, the demon chuckled. "Yeah, well, I guess it's only fair that you taunt me considering what I did and am going to do to this one." He winked at Sam suggestively.
Dean looked over at his brother and saw how much Sam was trembling as he continued to slowly back up until he was trapped against the countertop.
"Hunh, yeah, we'll see about that." Dean muttered. Reacting quickly and hoping that their dad was on the same page he was, Dean reached forward and grabbed his brother's hand causing Sam to stumble a bit. "Come on," Dean muttered as he pushed Sam in front of him and began shoving his brother towards the back door and out to the Impala.
Seeing that the angel had started to walk towards where Sam and Dean were running, John took out his .44 and began firing. He had no idea if the bullets would do anything to the creature before him but there was no way in hell that he was going to just stand by and let this thing come at his kids. He felt a small bit of relief when the bullets seemed to slow the demon down. At least it was something.
~DW/SW~
Dean glanced behind him and saw that Josh, Caleb, and Bobby were helping to block the living room exit so that he and Sam could make their escape. Dean didn't necessarily want to leave his dad and friends behind to fight this thing but he needed to get Sam to safety. Looking ahead of him, he saw that Pastor Jim and Steven were waiting by the car, guarding it.
"Thanks," Dean said quickly as he grabbed the Impala's keys out of his pocket and hurried into the driver seat as Jim helped Sam get into the passenger seat. As soon as Jim had shut Sam's door, Dean turned the key but then felt his heart fill with dread. The engine was dead.
Hey! So, how was that? I hope you liked the start of their fight against the fallen angel. I'd really love to hear from all of you but you all deserve a thank you for simply reading the chapter so THANK YOU! :D I'll try to update soon... maybe next week or so. Thanks again and have a good Halloween! :)