Stepping into the line of fire
AUTHOR'S NOTES: this is turning quite "Shakespearean"! I apologize deeply to the bard!
Chapter 42
Dean nodded in the direction of his father and put his arm around Ange's waist.
"Sir, we're going to fix breakfast. I'm starving. Bacon, sausages and eggs! OK with ya' dad?" He enquired tentatively.
John nodded back and smiled at his son. "That'll be just great Dean…thanks Angela…" he added with genuine appreciation on his face and in his tone of voice.
John was still reeling from the disobedience and disregard of his direct orders but he allowed himself another moment of introspection. Dean had always followed directives and never given him a moment's worry. This morning he had… Big time! His first born was organic as far as hunting was concerned and he knew how to get the job done. It had been a scary moment but John trusted Dean, Goddam Yes!... he was his second in command and he just knew that his disobedient son would fall in line.
Angela was his biggest worry. She would never fall into line.
She was not wired that way.
He understood though that Ugoliant was the goal. He would deal with that side liner, that "missee" in due course.
Dean smiled back shyly and innocently unaware of his dad's thoughts.
"A good breakfast will get us going just fine…Are ya' OK Bobby?" Dean asked with a concerned look on his face. He adored the ol' hunter.
"I'm fine boy'…sounds just as if it'll hit the spot just fine!" Bobby replied, with incredible relief and heartfelt joy in the moment.
Bobby had been so worried about Dean that he had genuinely felt unwell. He never felt sick but this hunt was becoming overwhelmingly confusing. He knew that he was not perfect. Far from it… but he cared deeply for his surrogate sons as he saw and called them in his heart. John had scared him. He totally understood how that man was wired. John's focus was wholly on the hunt and… many times he had neglected his sons to pursue a supernatural lead. It bothered him immensely… How could a father be so negligent?... How could a father not see the amazing God given gift of such amazing off springs? He knew in his deepest thoughts that if he had been blessed with such a miracle he would have laid his life down before he put these beautiful boys in danger…it was a hunter's life…he knew that intrinsically…but…little' Dean and Sammy had crawled into his hunter's armoury and there they were.
Perfect in his eyes and mind. Not innocent… but special in so many ways.
Bobby decided at this moment that he would protect them under any line of fire…his heart had been hit but his mind was still intact.
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As the sausages were sizzling, the bacon cuddled against them and Angela was whippin' up the eggs! The smell made all the hunters feel born again. It was Dean who served up the portions.
They all ate with an appetite that they did not feel was real. It was suddenly all silent in that exquisite clearing. The troop was getting back its energy and soon they were ready.
John, when he had finished his last bite, announced that they would leave at two o'clock this afternoon. He instructed his troop to gather and deal with all that was required and give a final check.
You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife but everybody's head was in the hunt. They would together, all as a team, totally wipe Ugoliant out!
Ugoliant, after all, was the only "son of a bitch" standing between them and a safe return. The hunters were all fired up again and keen to get the job done.
John felt the switch of mood and cheered up. Now they were going to see sparks! He knew.
John stood up from his log.
Bobby closely followed him.
Sam went to gather his allocated supplies.
Dean and Angela sorted the washing up and followed suit.
It was time to kill a balrog.
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