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Dean's Song

Chapter 29– Demon Dog

John and Matthew joined Dean as they waited to see what was coming. John looked at Missouri and saw that she was already in the cabin. "Dean…we need to get Sam into the cabin. You and Matthew grab Sam; I'll stand guard…hurry!"

Dean knew better than to argue with his father. He quickly opened the door and grabbed Sam by the shoulders. Matthew reached in and grabbed Sam's legs as they hurried towards the cabin. Missouri stood by the door, holding it open for the men as they approached. But before they could get inside, the great beast leapt onto John knocking the gun from his hand. It hit Matthew in the back, tearing into the flesh of his back with its claws and forcing Matthew to drop Sam's legs.

The demon dog then advanced on Dean, blood flecked foam dripping from its fangs. Dean covered Sam's body with his own, trying to protect his younger brother. He felt the fangs sink into his arm just as two shots rang out. Dean could feel the animal jerk, but it continued to frantically claw at Dean, trying to get to Sam.

"Dean!" John yelled as he advanced on the beast. He shot the animal again, but the bullets only seemed to make it madder. Dean rolled onto his back and using his legs pushed the large dog away, but not before he felt the claws rake across his chest. Matthew pulled a machete from its sheath and decapitated the dog before it could advance on Dean and Sam again. "Dean, son can you make it inside?" John asked as he reached to pick up Sam's shoulders…Matthew grabbed Sam's legs and once again they moved towards the doorway. Dean staggered to his feet and pulling his gun, kept guard while John and Matthew got Sam inside.

Dean knew that he needed to take care of the dog's carcass…they certainly didn't want it coming back. Moving as quickly as his new wounds would allow, Dean went back to the car and grabbed the computer and their bags. He stopped by the dog's carcass and quickly salted and burned it. All the while keeping an eye on the woods to make sure that nothing else was heading their way.

As he stooped to grab the bags and computer from the ground, he felt the temperature dropping behind him. Looking towards the road, he saw a ghostly apparition heading towards the open doorway. Once again Dean place himself in the path of the ghost, reaching inside his bag for the shotgun; he took aim and shot at the ghostly intruder. He smiled as he watched the ghost disappear. Not wanting to wait for any other supernatural visitors, Dean headed for the door and safety.

John and Matthew had gotten Sam into the bedroom and onto the bed. "Matthew, could you stay here and watch Sam…I need to help Dean." John didn't wait but headed back towards the front door. As he approached the door, he saw his oldest son enter, carrying the boys bags and the computer. Dean looked at John "Sammy?"

"He's fine Dean…Matthew is watching him." John ran forward and caught Dean as he fell towards the ground, finally giving in to the blackness. "Don't worry son, I've got you." John placed Dean over his shoulders in a fireman's carry and headed towards the bedroom.

Missouri already had the first aid kit out and was working on Matthew's back. She had cleaned the nasty wounds and was in the process of bandaging them when John walked in with Dean.

"Place him on the bed John…I swear, we're not even here 10 minutes and look at all of you. John, you take a seat over there next to Matthew…I'll tend to you after I've taken a look at the stubborn son of yours!" John walked over and sat next to Matthew smiling as he listened to Missouri continue to mutter. He could feel the blood running down the side of his face where the dog had hit him with his claws…his shoulder also was sore, probably clawed as well.

"Matthew…thanks for helping me and my boys here." John started as he looked towards Sam's bed.

"No problem John, glad to help. Now why don't you sit here and wait for your turn while I make sure everything is secure. I don't think we want any unexpected visitors again for a little while." Matthew rose and headed into the other room.

John rose to help Missouri with Dean. "Here let me help you." John said quietly as he anxiously looked over the new wounds on his son's body. He frowned when he saw the other wounds. "My god, what happened to him?" John asked as he helped Missouri remove the previous bandages.

"I'm not sure about all of it since this was pretty much the shape he was in before I got to him…but as close as I can tell, he was shot by the Siren and was banged around a bit before we were able to get rid of her." Missouri began to clean the new wounds that covered Dean's body. The claw marks weren't too deep, but the bit mark on Dean's arm had gone deep. "I'm afraid the wound on the arm is going to need stitches John…do you want to do it or should I?"

"I'll handle it…can you check on Sam for me?" John watched as Missouri hesitated. "What is it Missouri…what aren't you telling me?"

"John, I'm not sure why…but Sam is able to absorb my energy whenever I am near him. I don't think he will hurt me, but I'm not sure what will happen to him. Right now, I've been able to pull away…but if we don't find a solution soon, I'm afraid his newest ability will drain my psychic energy and any other similar energy that is near him."

John began stitching Dean's arm as he listened to Missouri bringing him up to speed on what had happened at the bed and breakfast. He shook his head when he realized once again how close he had come to losing both of his sons. But he also couldn't hide the pride he felt in the way they had handled themselves.

"Humph…it would be good if you would let them know that once in a while John Winchester." Missouri replied as she handed him the bandages for Dean's arm.

"Be careful Missouri…I still owe you for the phone call. Next time, leave a little more detail!" John growled, but without malice. He knew that Missouri didn't like the way he handled the boys, and the truth be told, he didn't like it either some times. But the die was cast years ago when he made the decision to pursue Mary's killer. He couldn't change what had happened and was too set in his ways to change going forward.

"Just be glad you're injured John…or I'd slap you silly for the way you have handled things. Now get over here and let me take a look at that ugly face of yours…we don't need any more scars to make it worse!"

John laughed as he allowed Missouri to clean and bandage his wounds. He had been luckier than the boys…in more ways than one. His sons were safe, for the moment and that was all he needed.

Dean could hear the low laughter of his father as he struggled back towards consciousness. "Dad?" Dean groaned as he felt the pain of his new wounds.

"Yes Dean, I'm here…you need to rest son, Sammy is safe for the moment." John sat on the bed next to his oldest son.

"Man, did you get the number of the truck that ran me over?" Dean cringed as he tried to move his injured arm….the same arm that the Siren shot him in earlier. His arm was now in a sling to keep him from using it. "How bad is it?" Dean asked looking at the bandages on his father.

"We're all fine son…Matthew and I are just a little dinged. You on the other hand, had to show us all up and get the worst of it. You probably won't be able to use your arm for a few days...the bite was pretty deep and needed stitches. But the wound in your shoulder looks like it is healing ok. Missouri has gone out to fix us all something to eat and Matthew is checking the perimeter to make sure no one else drops in. Your job for the next 24 hours is to rest...that's an order!" John smiled as he watched Dean relax and close his eyes. He couldn't resist placing a hand on his son's head and ruffled his hair.

John rose and went to check on his youngest son. Sam had been moaning and twisting on the bed since they brought him in. He didn't like the paleness of his son's face or the fever that raged through his body. "You hold on Sammy…do you hear me. We are all working on the problem. All you need to do is hold on!"

TBC