Disclaimer- i do not own supernatural!We are approaching the equivalent to season 2 and 3 finale!
Chapter 35- The Set Up
The weeks to come had John and Sam and Dean splitting up. John became a little too trigger happy with Sam after a back to back demonic virus called Croatoan and then he was possessed by Meg the demon. Sam was understandably upset with his dad so John went one way and they went another. But all that changed on the night of May the 4th. John had them following the trail of the Yellow- Eyed Demon, Sam was in the Impala with Dean, holding the Colt. Sam was directing Dean where to go as he sensed where the demon was. Then the next second the Impala died. The whole car, the lights around them and John's truck stopped. Time seemed to slow for Dean because suddenly Sam was gone with a blast of Sulfur… And Dean's time was running out. Dean's deal would come due on May 5th at midnight, and Sam had been taken by demons. So with shaking hands, Dean called Ash.
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Sam stood on shaky legs, one minute he was with Dean counting down bullets in the colt. And the next… he was in some abandoned town. It was cool here. Much cooler than where he had been. His breath puffed out as he pulled himself to his feet. It was morning… of May 5th … Dean's deal…And the Colt was gone. As he wondered the area, he found himself shocked to find Andy, and Ava.
"Sam. What the Hell is going on?" Ava sobbed, Sam looked down at her, cocking his head. She smelled like a demon… Andy didn't. Sam hugged her, making false promises as he took in her scent. Demon. She was almost a demon. She was taking it… Sam shifted in his step, glancing at them both as they stood there. Leave her for now, he decided.
"Hello?! Hello?" a voice shouted from the other end of the small town. Sam dashed along, his body aching as the full moon approached… shit that was tonight?
Sam skid to a halt as a tall man and a girl who was hunched in on herself appeared around the corner.
"Hey! You guys ok?" Sam asked, looking them over.
"Yeah. We're fine.. what's going on?" the dark skinned man said.
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Ash was dead. The Roadhouse was gone. John and Bobby were strapping weapons to their chests, Dean stood like a soldier, watching the clouds move and feeling the sun beat down on him. Sam was out there… Cold Oak, South Dakota. His last act would be to save Sam, just like how all this began. His chest heaved as he tried to stay calm. He jumped when a hand patted his shoulder. His father was at his side.
"Come on, Dean." John Winchester watched his son with stinging eyes. Dean drove, his music blasting loud, his voice loud. He drove much faster than he should have. The tires screamed more than once as they crossed the state. Finally as the sun began to sink, they shrieked to a halt.
"Looks like the rest of this is on foot." Bobby commented. The men loaded up, goofer dust, holy water, salt and plenty of knives and guns. Dean walked with purpose, the watch on his arm set for midnight, ticking down, down, down. As they walked, Dean realized with a start that the Moon was as full as it could get. Shit was going down tonight.