DISCLAIMER
Supernatural belongs to the WB. I only own Cassie.
The following morning, John Winchester was once again perusing Santa Cruz in search for his son. On a hunch, he guided his truck to the outskirts of the town. This was his last chance to find Sam. He parked the truck and cut the engine. Then, he grabbed a stake, some holy water, and gun. Then, he headed for the cave. Inside, Sam was lying on the bed, when he heard footsteps.
"No. Not again," he moaned.
"Sam?" a voice asked.
"Dad?" Sam questioned. He tried to sit up, but the pounding in his skull forced him back down.
"Sammy!" John cried in concern, when he saw his son.
"Not so loud," Sam begged. "And it's Sam," he corrected. The man stared at his son.
"Oh, Sam. What'd she do to you?" he wondered, staring at the the cuts on his son's body. He also noted bruising on the chest and around his thighs, which were barely covered by the boy's ripped jeans.
"Claim," Sam gasped.
"Oh, Sam. I'm so sorry," John apologized. He pulled out a gun and and let out a shot. Immediately, Sam sat up.
"We gotta hurry. She probably heard that. Would've released you another way, but I had nothing else," John said, helping Sam to his feet. They started out. Then, Sam gave a wince of pain.
"She's coming," he groaned. They hurried away just as Cassie appeared in the entrance.
"Oh, no," Sam moaned.
"Don't worry. She's not gonna get her claws on you," John assured. Cassie growled and headed for John and Sam. The elder man threw his stake at her heart. She hissed, and then collapsed into a pile of bones.
"Don't they---" Sam began to ask.
"I guess she doesn't," John interrupted. "Come on, let's get you to the truck," he continued.
"Gotta bury the bones. Consecrate the ground," Sam insisted.
"Sam---" John began.
"Dad, please," Sam apologized.
"Okay, okay," John agreed. Together, the two grabbed the bones and brought them outside. Sam groaned.
"You must still be linked to her," John realized. "Wait in the truck, I'll do the burial and consecration," he instructed. Sam opened his mouth to argue, but his father fixed him with a look. John grabbed a shovel, dug until the hole was six feet deep, and threw the bones inside. He then recovered the hole and poured holy water over the site. Then, he put the shovel and weapons away and got into the driver's seat. Then, he looked at his son.
"We need to get you to a hospital," he stated.
"No," Sam objected.
"Sam, you were---" John began to say.
"No! Too many questions, and I don't want to talk about it!" Sam shouted. The man sighed.
"All right, Sam," he agreed. Then, he stepped on the gas and sped out of Santa Cruz.
THE END
AUTHOR'S NOTE
For a future story, I was gonna use a siren, but I can't find anything that tells me how to kill them. Does anybody know?