The Offering

Still not owning Sam or Dean .. or their dad but anyways ..

Chapter 4

Sam and Devon continued to sit near the open window with shot guns lying across their laps speaking in hushed voices. The others present on the car were seated in the middle of it huddled closely together also talking in whispers. Dean lay near the on of the ends or the car on top of jackets and using Devons backpack as a pillow. He could hear the hushed voices and desprately tried to come back into consciousness. Focousing on Sams voice he tried to wake him self up, his mind screaming at him to do so. What was happening to him? He couldn't remember getting on a train or shooting some gargoyle. Hell, he didn't even remember their father telling him about going on a hunt himself. And their father would NEVER make them go on a hunt themselves. Right? He also was confused about the fact that Sam had asked him his age. And then have everyone think he was insane when he told how old he "thought" he was. He knew he was 18. But then why did Sam look like he was in his 20's?

Dean tried to call out to Sam but all that came out was soft moaning. Sam, with his hunter senses herd Dean loud and clear. No one else even herd it, and they were closer. Sam walked over hurridly to Dean and put his hand on his shoulder.

'Dean? C'mon man, follow my voice.' Sam began shaking Dean ever so slightly. Dean murmured something again that Sam couldn't really understand.

'What?' Sam asked knowing Dean was probably fully aware of his surrounding but just couldn't quiet come to yet.

'Head..hurts like a bitch.' Dean replied squinting his eyes to allow only a little of the light flow in. Sam sighed and let a laugh escape his mouth. Devon came over leaving his shot gun on the seat.

'He okay?' Devon asked when Sam had fully helped Dean into a sitting position. Sam looked to Dean to answer the question. Dean nodded. 'Never better.' And gave a light smile.

'Dean,' Sam began trying to get as much information out of Dean as he could. He didn't know if he would have another attack like he had twice already before. 'We need to know more about the gargoyles. How do we stop them?'

'How am I supposed to know? I-I forget.' Dean answered.

'Dean, you were just telling us that you knew how to stop them. What're you hiding?'

Dean shrugged and opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but just thought.

But Dean had remembered it. They indeed HAD fought a gargoyle before. Sam was only 11 which made Dean 15 and already a perfect little soldier. Their father had given only Dean a gun because Sam had gotten made at his father and refused to participate in the hunt.

'Fine Sam,' his father had said turning to face him in the back seat of the Impala. 'Don't help me, or you brother. 'John had put an emphazise on 'brother' knowing that it would strike a nerve. Sam only sat there and crossed his arms. John huffed and slammed the door to the Impala when he got out.

'C'mon dad! When this baby is mine I don't want the doors to be pieces of crap!' Dean yelled. All Dean could think about was hunting, hunting, hunting, and the Impala. Sam was somewhere in that group of what Dean cared about, but at Deans age, Sam hardly believed that. Dean looked back at Sam and smiled.

'Don't worry, Sammy. I'll be ok. We'll be out soon.' And with that, Dean got out of the car and ran to catch up with their dad who was jumping the fence to get into the subway. Sam was left alone in the empty subway parking lot.

Dean took one glance back over to the car and gave a thumbs up to Sam before their dad shouted for him to hurry up. Sam waited in the car alone until sunrise. He was worried sick about his dad and Dean.
But if asked to answer truthfully, Sam would have said he was more worried about Dean.

Finally they came out and Sam ran out of the car in a flash. Their father had a few scratches and had a deep gash in his forehead. Dean on the other hand was being carried by their father clenching his teeth and holding onto John tightly with his right arm. The other lay bloody and limp across his lap.

'What happen?' Sam asked his heart starting to race.

'In the car Sammy, now!' Their dad ordered and Sam immediatly did what he was told.

Instead of putting Dean in the front of the car where he always sat, he placed him lying down in back with his head near Sam.

'It's okay Sammy,' John said with a comforting smile. 'take care of him for now.' He had obviously forgiven him for not wanting to help them with this hunt and only cared about the health of his oldest son now.

Dean open his eyes and saw Sam. He smiled at him and tried to say something, but nothing was coming out. Sam grabbed him hand and squeezed it in a way to comfort Dean but mostly himself.

'What happend?' Sam asked in the open wanting anybody to tell him.

Dean looked away obviously not wanting to say. Sam thought maybe he was embarassed about it, the fact that he couldn't take care of himself from something out of the ordinary. Dean would never let his tough guy image be changed in anyway. Already at 15 he had to let everyone know he was just as tough as his father who was many years older than him.

'We had to burn their nesting ground.' Their father began. 'Everything started to burn a little too fast for comfort and we got lost in the smoke. I found Dean sitting on the side of the tracks to the entrance.'

'But I shot one of the bastards in the head.' Dean said showing pride in it. 'Though knowing my luck it barely even flinched. The thing grabbed my arm and flew me into a wall.' Dean said with a cough. That cough turned into another cough which turned into a coughing fit. Their dad fished around the front seat to find a water bottle that was slightly full. 'Give him this, Sam.' He ordered not taking his eyes off the road for a moment. He was driving way over the speed limit. As far away from the fire and the gargoyles he could, he would bring his boys.

Sam gave the water bottle to Dean who drank the rest of the bottle all in one gulp. A loopy grin spread across his face as he smelled the bottle. 'Dad, I don't think thiswas my water bottle.' He said tossing it to his father.
It landed in his lap and he too picked it up and smelled it. 'Sorry, Dean.' He said not even realizing that an apology escaped his lips. Sam raised his eyebrows and looked at Dean. 'Vodka.' Sam smiled and laughed at Dean.

He wasn't going to be in so much pain if any. Dean eyes began to flutter and he began to moan. 'Dean? Dean, you're gunna be okay, just stay awake!' John shouted. 'Sammy, do something!' He demanded of Sam. Sam was in shock. His father didn't even know what to do. 'Hey, Dean?' Sam said quietly squeezing his hand tighter. Deans eyes shot open. 'Hi there, Beautiful.' Dean said smiling. Sam laughed. 'Just stay with us, me okay.' Dean was more determined to stay awake for Sam, but he just couldn't do it. Not even for Sam. Dean smiled at Sam and gave him thumbs up before he closed his eyes and muttered a simple 'sorry' to Sam.

'Dean? Dean!' Sam yelled tapping on Deans face who had now slipped into unconsiousness. Their father tore his eyes from the road and glanced back at his two boys. He reached his hand back and started to shake Dean. 'C'mon son'
He yelled even tapping on Deans broken arm. They swerved into the next lane onto oncoming traffic. 'Dad!' Sam yelled pointing to the semi that was about to hit them. 'Holy-' He swerved back onto the lane and off onto the side of the road as the semi blared its horn. John abruptly braked and almost flung himself to the back of the car.

Deans pulse was slow if there was one at all. 'He needs to go to a hospital.' Sam began. 'No! He doesn't Sam we can take care of him right here.' Sam rolled his eyes, and just held Deans hand as their dad began to fix him up. Sam closed his eyes listening to his dad call Deans name to wake him up.

'C'mon Dean, stay with us. Dean. Dean'

'Dean? Dean?' Sam said snapping Dean out of his little, and unwanted flashback.

'Huh?'

'What are you not telling me?'

Dean sighed. 'I remeber. It all. I know how to beat them.'

To Be Continued...

Ok that took a while for me to get on this chapter .. sorry about that. But Read and Review. I'm leaving on Thursday, but I think I'm gunna get on this and finish my first story before I leave:)