Hi there
Thanks for the nice comments! I went back and changed the rating to "T" I really have no idea what I'm doing. There is violence in the story, and some language, so I thought "M" made sense. I guess not. I can always change it again, right?
Please let me know if there is anything unclear. I'm grateful for your imput!
:D
Caroline
Chapter 6
Dean went out to the trunk of the car. They now included the satchels that Missouri made for them back home as part of their stock. It was just easier to have them ready made. He pulled out four bags and made his way back into the house.
Sam was sitting up full force. Jana had retrieved water from the kitchen and he was drinking his second glass. "I have to get that blood taste out of my mouth." He took another swig from the glass. "Did I have internal bleeding? I don't understand where it came from." He rose and went to the kitchen on his own accord. Dean looked on from the living room.
"Well that blood came from somewhere. Johnny healed you, I'm telling you," said Dean. Jana still could not accept this turn of events. Dean's eyes followed every move that Sam made. "You ok in there? I don't need to tackle you from going into the dining room again do I?"
Dean always had to make light of the situation. "No, I'm fine. I don't feel anything pulling me there." He entered the room again and faced Dean and Jana, "in fact, I feel great! Like nothing even happened."
"How is that even possible," inquired Jana. This whole day was becoming stranger by the minute. "You were on your deathbed not ½ hour ago. What, are you Superman?"
Dean chortled. "No, he's the Geek Boy Wonder." He started laughing uncontrollably.
"You've been waiting a long time to use that one, haven't you," laughed Sam. He took a swipe at him, but wasn't even close. The brother exchanged playful glances.
Dean looked to Jana. "I know you don't want to believe this, but it's Johnny. There is NO other explanation for Sam coming back to us as quickly as he did." She just shook her head. "Didn't you notice the cough he acquired after he touched Sam," asked Dean, pushing the envelope. "Has he been sick at all this week?"
"I just don't understand." Jana was getting frustrated. She couldn't wrap her head around the events that occurred. "Why is this happening? Why Johnny? Why Julie?"
"Honestly, we don't know. But we DO know that we are kicking these puppies out onto the street" Dean gathered the satchels and showed them to Jana. "Here's the plan"
Dean went into full detail of how the satchels worked and how they needed to be imbedded into the walls in all four corners of the house. He apologized upfront for the mess. They told Jana that she needed to take Johnny and get him out of the house and not tell him what was going on. The less he knew, the less they knew. Sam suggested going to get a pizza for dinner. Dean told her they needed to be out of the house for at least 30 minutes to assure the task was taken care of. She agreed to the plan and gave them the lay of the land, including the unfinished basement Julie used for storage.
"Let's just take a quick once over while you are still here, minus the upstairs, so we don't alert Johnny." Dean glanced about to make sure he wasn't going to magically appear again. They opened the back door and went into the yard. There was a garage and a driveway with a car parked on it that led into the backyard. "That's odd? Why do you do that?"
"I guess the people here had three or four cars, so they built a driveway in the backyard," shrugged Jana. Dean and Sam glanced at each other.
They went down the steps to the basement. It was dark and dreary, but the walls were open. No need for an axe down there. Dean opened his mouth and Sam stopped him by raising his hand. "Don't say it. This is the easier task, I know. No physical labor, so I don't have to exert myself. Blah, blah. Fine."
Dean looked at him, stunned. "That's the first thing you've said all day that makes sense baby brother! Are you reading minds now too?"
Sam blatantly ignored him. He started to survey the area. "This should work if I throw two down here and you get one on the top floor and one on the main floor." Sam worked out north, west, east and south in his head to get the full effect of the herbs.
Jana asked to look at one of the satchels. She smelled it and wrinkled her nose. She stared at them, confused. "Shouldn't you just do it now, since you are here? That would save time, wouldn't it?"
"In our experience, the sneak attack is the best way," said Dean. "If we can get them all within a few minutes of each other, then Elvis will have left the building." No response to his joke. Dean turned his head and did his best Han Solo impersonation. "Trust me…" No takers today!
The jokes fell on deaf ears and the three scurried out of the basement. Johnny was there to greet them. "What's going on Aunt Jana?" His quizzical eyes scoped out the situation.
"I was just asking if there was anywhere downstairs in your basement that maybe we could come and stay," interrupted Sam feeling the awkwardness of Johnny's untimely arrival. If he truly had a bond with the child, he would want him to stay.
"Really? That would be so cool." Sam smiled at him. "They would love it if you stayed! So would I. Can they Aunt Jana? Please?" The little boy jumped up and down like he had a new present on Christmas. The order of people who wanted them to stay did not slip past Sam or Dean.
"We'll talk about it over dinner. It's after 5pm. What do you think about pizza?" She shifted the gears of the conversation to leaving. "You and I will go get something from Casey's Carryout Pizza, ok?"
"That sounds great. I like anything. Not picky at all," said Sam to spur the conversation along. "Dean is a bit of a hog though, so you might want to get a large pizza." Sam pulled his nose up and acted like a pig. Johnny starting laughing hysterically. Dean gave his typical smirk and the played it off like it was no big deal.
"I just want to run across the street to get my bike first," Johnny said as he tore into the front yard and down the street. They all looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Maybe we can get a start on a wall to make this go faster before he comes back. Do you have the axe?" Dean pulled it from his jean pocket. He strategically had it hidden under the jacket in case Johnny appeared out of nowhere. "I think the logical place for that hole is in the dining room, don't you think?"
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking too. Let's go" The boys ran into the house, expecting Jana to run some interference for them. Johnny was nowhere to be seen.
As they entered the house, Dean gave Sam a warning. "I don't want you anywhere near that spot, you hear me?" Quickly they entered the kitchen and tore into the dining area. There was a small table in the corner that would work nicely to veil their hole. Dean tapped around for the stud on the wall. He found it and moved over 6 inches. He started with a big bang, and the drywall began to cave. They smiled at each other as he hit it a little harder this time. A small hole developed, and Dean put the handle into the wall to make it bigger. "Mission accomplished. North side."
They ran back outside to meet Johnny as he rode his bike up to them. "Isn't this a cool bike Sam? I love green."
"It's great. I had one just like it when I was a kid, about your age." Sam fingered the handlebars and played with the tassels on the ends.
"I know. They told me. That's why I picked it." Johnny stated as he rode off toward Jana. A shiver ran down Sam's spine. That feeling was back.
"Dean…"
"I heard. We've gotta move really quick"
Jana and Johnny went off towards the garage where their car was parked. The boys waved at them and went back into the house. They regrouped in the kitchen. Sam grabbed two satchels and headed toward the basement. Dean took his two and ran upstairs into what looked like Julie's bedroom. An uneasiness came over him, but he continued on. Dean found his spot and started making his hole.
Sam got downstairs and went to the East part of the basement first. There was not a lot of light, but he was able to make his way back into a corner. He moved some things out of the way, but easily threw the herbs into the wall with no resistance. He released a breath he didn't know he was holding and made his way over to the West end.
Upstairs, Dean had vacated Julie's room and was making his way back to the dining room. Why is this so easy? Then the cold hit him, square in the face, the minute he started walking to the dining room. Dean knew it was coming. He dropped the axe and pulled out the rifle. He had it eye level as he stepped gingerly into the dining space. This was not good.
A chill went through Sam, but he wasn't deterred. It's now or never. He started toward his corner. His feet became heavy and he got the shakes out of nowhere. The satchel dropped softy to the floor of the basement. Sam was only a few feet away from his destination. He picked it back up and moved ahead. Nothing was going to stop him.
Dean inched his way into the room. Thank God we did the hole already. Dean expected to see the shadows from before, but nothing appeared. He was right there. Almost got it. Then something came flying at him full force. His instincts told him to duck and roll. Dean ended up right in front of the hole.
"More things in the way," grumbled Sam. He was still chilled and unstable. Sam moved the lawnmower and a few other garden tools. There was a bench right where he needed to be. He leaned over it, using his balance, and placed the bag into the wall. "Success," he cried as he made his way upright. He turned toward the door and a brick came flying at him from nowhere. It struck him solidly in the temple. Sam never had a chance. He went down like a rock.
Quick as lightening, Dean threw the bag into the hole. Screams of anger erupted all around him. The shadows were dispersed to all four corners and the house fell eerily silent. He exhaled and made a move toward the kitchen. Dean looked to the spot on the floor. He saw a white flowing spirit rise and make its way peacefully through the house and out. "Take that Whoopi Goldberg!"
Dean picked himself up and made his way to the backyard. Sam was obviously successful or they wouldn't have been exorcized from the house. The kid came through, even after all he went through in the last few days. Dean swelled with pride. He opened the door and looked around. No Sammy. What was even odder was that Jana's car wasn't gone from the garage. Dean made his way to the door and saw that Jana was in the driver's seat, unconscious. He turned around and saw Johnny at the door of the other car in the backyard.
"Johnny, what happened? I thought you were going for pizza with your aunt?" He ignored Dean and got in the car. Before he could react, the car was speeding backwards right toward Dean. It slammed him into the garage. The expressions of comprehension and excruciating pain fell across his face as he was pinned against the wall. This whole thing was a set up by Johnny; or the demon that possessed him. As he struggled for consciousness, he remembered Sam in the basement. "Sam," he tried to call, but darkness fell.