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"Get down!" John yelled, pushing the young woman to the ground as he threw a knife at the creature. The silver blade buried itself into its shoulder to the hilt, eliciting a screech of pain. "Come on we gotta run." pulling the frightened girl along with him he took off towards the edge of the forest.
"What is that thing?" Lucy's voice was wrecked from screaming, one arm covered in blood.
"A shifter, one who decided to be a serial killer, but a shapeshifter." John replied breathlessly, glancing behind them to see where the shifter was. It was gone, no longer writhing in pain from the silver burning in its shoulder. John knew however that just because he couldn't see it, doesn't mean that it wasn't a threat. He stopped a little ways away from the treeline, aware that he knew that the thing was a shifter, he would look like a murderer to anyone else. Meaning he had to kill it in the trees.
"Alright Lucy, when I say to, I need you to run out of the trees and as far away as you can from here, you understand?" Lucy shook her head.
"What about you? That thing will kill you!" John noted that even though her voice shook, her eyes were clear with determination. "How can I help?"
"You ever shot a gun before?" A small hint of pink showed through the mud on her cheeks. "Then you can't help me. This thing can only die from silver to the heart. I have silver bullets but that's it. So I need for you to run when I tell you!" John was trying to be patient with the girl but his attention was divided between her and watching for the shifter to appear.
A twig snapped behind them and John whirled to face the extremely pissed shifter who was holding one hand to their injured shoulder, which was still smoking.
"Lucy! Go!" He could hear her scrambling away as he raised the gun and fired. Another wail filled the trees as the shifter dropped, clawing at its chest. John waited for the creature to stop moving before approaching slowly, gun still raised. He prodded the creature with his foot before deciding that it was definitely dead.
Lucy had called the authorities and explained that John had saved her from the serial killer that they had been looking for for the last 3 months. They showed the police the body to which they replied that "it would be a shame if some wild animal just happened to wander across it". John agreed. The shifter had done terrible things to its victims and probably deserved its after life in hell. Or wherever the creatures went after death. After the police left, taking Lucy with them, John grabbed his duffle out of his truck so he could finish the job.
It didn't take long for John to salt and burn the body, but by the time he had finished he was exhausted and ready for a quick shower and to collapse on the crappy motel bed.
He had just pulled onto the road when his phone rang, shattering the silence. John checked the screen and almost ran off the road in surprise at Bobby Singer's name displayed in small black letters. The last time he saw Bobby, he was being threatened to be shot off the man's property.
"Winchester." He greeted gruffly.
"John! Listen I know we didn't exactly end things on a good foot but you need to get your ass ov-"
"I don't need to do shit for you Singer! You have no right demanding things from me!" John yelled. Yeah he knew that if Bobby had swallowed his pride to call John, then something important was going on, however he was John Winchester, which meant his stubborn grudge against Bobby was going to win over reason.
"Dammit John listen to me! It's about the boys!" the words broke through the hunters stubborn rage and his features morphed into one of concern.
"The boys?" John would've scolded himself for showing any signs of weakness, if not for the fact that Bobby felt the same way. "What happened?"
"That's what I'm not sure about. They both have been off the grid for about two weeks. I had been calling them everyday and yesterday was the first time I got an answer from Dean. He had apparently been drugged the last two weeks and for some reason, whoever it was, took him off the drugs so he could wake up."
"What about Sam? Where was he during all this?" The question was dripping in rage, but to those who knew him well, could hear the fear as well. John couldn't understand why Sam wouldn't have been with Dean, even if he was drugged.
"That's the thing John, we don't know where he is. We got a hold of the motel security footage and we know that he was taken from the room but no sign of him since then. The only thing we have is that he's with a woman. I managed to reach him the Wednesday after they arrived in town," Bobby took a moment to collect himself, and John could hear harsh breathing.
"What else?"
"Well from the phone call, we know that he was hurt, at least somewhat. The bitch was doing something to him while on the phone with me. Mentioned something about him turning purple. From the wrecked breathing I heard, my guess would be she was choking him." His last words had taken a darker tone and hung heavily in the air while John registered all this.
"So what are you doing now?" John asked, already forming plans to find his youngest.
"Well Dean's checking in with a girl he met who was keeping an eye out for Sam. I checked the police and hospital records and they don't have anything. The guy who owns the motel claims not to have seen anyone near the boys room since they checked in." Bobby sighed and John could picture the older man taking off his cap and running a hand through his hair.
"What about our kind of stuff?"
"We ruled out anything supernatural cause they wouldn't have drugged Dean with an IV. No sulfur and the room was salted with no disturbances."
"Where are you?"
"Bales, Nebraska."
"Okay, I'm an hour out. See you then."
"John," He paused at Bobby's call. "I'm sorry-"
"We'll get him back Bobby." With that he hung up and tossed his phone on the seat next to him. Dammit boys! He slapped the steering wheel. He knew how close the brothers were, heck most people in his close hunting circle knew about their bond. If one was down, the other was there to help them back up. If one was hurt, the other would help heal. If one was taken, the other would be raising hell to get them back.
John sighed, running a hand down his face to let it thump back to the steering wheel. Two weeks. Deans been drugged and Sam's been taken for two weeks. And John knew nothing about it. Of course it was partially his fault, trying to distance them from the Demon meant not keeping as close tabs as he would like, but he should have noticed the lack of contact for two weeks.
Driving through the small town he was glad he had already packed his duffle and checked out of the motel. The old couple who ran the place had been a great resource for the hunt as they were the town's gossips. Unfortunately, once they started talking they didn't really stop and it had taken almost an hour to check out earlier that morning. He wouldn't have had the patience to do that now if he was honest, even if his son wasn't missing.
As he drove he planned, because John Winchester always knew what to do, however it took some thinking to get that good. He reasoned that whoever took his youngest would still be in Bales, because in order to drug Dean for those two weeks, someone would have to be dosing him almost daily. The knowledge that it was a girl who had Sam also ruled out about half the town's population barring any accomplices. And if John had to guess it was probably a woman Dean met at a bar and somehow managed to tick off. Maybe she's the jealous type, and Dean led her on only for Sam to pull him away. That seemed likely as Sam wasn't usually the one to tick people off.
Looking back at the clock he saw that over an hour had already passed. Glancing behind him and seeing no one he pressed the gas until he was going about 30 over the limit.
"Don't worry Sammy. We're gonna find you." He promised to the night.
Bobby rubbed a hand down his face and stared at the phone in his hand. He had known he would need to involve the oldest Winchester sooner or later and was hoping Dean would've called him, but no such luck. He had been the one blessed with the job of facing a pissed off John on his own.
Glancing at the food he had picked up for him and Dean, he decided it wouldn't hurt to take the longer way back to the motel from the diner, just in case he saw something. Dean wasn't going to be back soon anyways as he was still with Mindy or whatever her name was.
Bales was sort of a small town, any important buildings in the middle then restaurants and motels as the middle ring before moving into the outer ring of houses. Driving through some of the residential streets, Bobby saw many white picket fenced houses growing frustrated by the false happiness portrayed by the houses. Sam was in one of them, both he and Dean were sure because there weren't any old buildings or any farms in the area. They had both also guessed that the person would have had to have been close in order to keep Dean under.
Bobby stopped at the stop sign and was just about to turn when the Impala crossed in front of him almost as if the driver was in a hurry. Bobby almost smiled at the idjits self proclaimed race before he realized that Dean wasn't the one driving the Impala. Instead he saw a blonde woman who definitely did not belong there.
He followed the Impala back to the motel, and watched as she abandoned the Impala and took off back the way she came. Following from a distance, he watched as the woman entered a store and left with rope. "Dammit Dean, not you too!" Bobby smacked the steering wheel hard enough to leave an imprint in his hand. The woman continued on to the residential streets, having hid the rope in her purse, and was having casual conversations with the people she passed.
"So you ain't new at the whole kidnapping thing then." Bobby said to no one in particular. Unsurprisingly, he received no answer. The blonde stopped at a white brick house which seemed normal enough to Bobby. He watched her through the windows of the house as she went in the back and set down her purse on the counter, took out the rope and exited the room, closing the door behind her.
He watched the house for the next hour and a half while waiting for John. The sounds of angry yelling were muffled by the house's walls, and if a person wasn't paying attention then they would dismiss it for rowdy kids a few blocks away. But Bobby was paying attention and he recognized the anger filled shouts of Dean Winchester. The yells were cut off as the door closed behind her. Bobby waited for about half an hour before the woman left the room. Glancing at the clock, he sighed and pulled away from the house and back to the motel to face a seriously pissed John Winchester.
John glared daggers at the older hunter as he opened the motel room door. He had pulled up ten minutes ago, thanks to his decision to ignore any speed limits to get to Bales, and found the parking lot empty and no sign of Bobby. He had searched the room and had a brief talk with the owner who had shooed him away rather quickly. Neither hunter was willing to break the silence for several minutes, Bobby looking anywhere but John's eyes which were trying to burn a hole in Bobby's head.
"Where's Dean?" John demanded, finally noticing the lack of his eldest. Bobby sighed and ran a hand through his hair before looking up at John with eyes full of anger and pain.
"He got taken too."
"He what!"
"But I know where they are!" Bobby rushed in trying to keep John sensible. "I can't tell if the woman was an idiot or not but she drove the impala back to the motel and passed me so I followed her home. I think they're in a basement or something."
"So you think she's human?" He asked. At Bobby's nod, John took a deep breath trying to calm his nerves. It wasn't a monster trying to get back at him which was good, means they'll probably be alive. However he knows that humans are unpredictable. They aren't ones to follow the black and white of good and evil that the supernatural follow, they prefer to dance through the many shades of grey in between.
"Pretty sure." Bobby watched as the younger man got up to pace. There were many thoughts going through John's head. I taught them to watch their surroundings, those boys can take on Wendigos and Werewolves but they can't handle a stupid human? He thought bitterly before another voice scolded him, Did you teach them to watch out for those?
John stopped pacing like he'd been punched in the gut. True he made those boys train in combat and what to do if someone attacked them but he really left them to learn for themselves how to tell if a human was a threat or not. He rubbed his hands down his face before turning back to Bobby. "Where are they?"
Twenty minutes later, both hunters in John's truck parked across the street from Millie Marshal's house. Bobby had asked the motel manager about Millie and got some information about her. She was new to town, only lived here for about 3 years after claiming her last boyfriend threatened her. She wasn't really social but the town seemed to like her well enough.
It was close to dark now, the sun was setting behind them and they watched as Millie moved around her kitchen making dinner. She had set the table for two, and for some reason that bothered John although he didn't know why. After putting the food on the plates Millie disappeared into the basement for a few minutes and returned with Dean in front of her looking pissed.
John's oldest was shoved into the chair facing away from the older hunters and John released a growl when he saw the knife pointed at his son's throat. The knife stays aimed at Dean until Millie is seated where she apparently invites his son to eat.
"Dean doesn't seem too injured." Bobby stated as they watched the two eat. John could tell that Dean wasn't comfortable by his stiff movements and posture.
"Yeah he seems fin- Dammit Dean!" he exclaimed as Dean bolts from his chair, shoulders heaving with his heavy breaths and some yelling is heard although John couldn't make out what was said. Millie had shot up as well, brandishing the knife. She motioned for Dean to move and followed him back to the basement where she closed the door, cutting off any chance for them to hear what happens in the basement.
"John, she works most of the day… we would have a better chance of getting them back tomorrow." John could hear the hesitancy in the salvage owners voice. Telling John to leave his boys in danger was not going to end well, and as much as John's papa bear instincts are telling him to burst through the front door, and shoot the bitch, he realized the logic in the older hunters plan, albeit grudgingly.
"Fine. But if I find out that she hurt my boys, I'm going to personally send that bitch to Hell." Taking one last look at the house, John started the car and started back for the motel.
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In the past chapters I have hinted at the fact that Millie knows Dean from sometime before this. This is actually an idea for a one shot that I'm considering writing. Please tell me if y'all would be interested!
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