Chapter 11:
"Damn it! This is getting old!" John shouted as he lifted himself off the floor once again. His eyes scanned the area and he found both of his sons slumped in heaps on the floor. Without wasting time he grabbed his concoction and ran to the front door. As quickly as he could he smeared it around the door and said the magic words. He opened it a crack and ran back to his boys. He intended to get them out as fast as he could. Of course, as all of his plans had seemed to go today, this once sunk to the bottom of the pool quickly. Mr. Wells wasn't going to let go that easily. He appeared behind John and threw him into the wall, pinning him there. He then grabbed the unconcious Sam and pinned him right next to his father.
Mr. Wells stepped up to them. "I'm really getting tired of you boys. I thought I could help you, but you have proved me wrong. It is time for me to just end your miserable existence." He turned his head and looked into John's eyes. "Would you like to pick which son goes first?"
John said nothing, instead he simply glared at the ghost. Inside he was silently willing Dean to wake up. He was the only not pinned under the control of Mr. Wells right now, and he was their only hope. But Dean wasn't moving. John couldn't even tell if he was breathing. Sam was still unconsious and he was powerless to move. He had failed his sons. His only hope was to continue to distract the ghost, cause him to get angry, release his hold some so maybe John would have some hope of finding a way to move. "Since you seem to be able to read minds so well, did you know that I already salted and burned your kids?" John asked. "I sent them screaming into hell."
That definitely pissed Mr. Wells off. With a sudden growl he flew his hands toward John and hit him with that killer shot of electricity. The last thought that crossed John's mind was, 'damn, I wanted to piss him off, not get myself knocked out'. Then he faded into blackness.
Mr. Wells was taking a moment to enjoy his work. He was tired of these pain in the ass hunters. It was time to end them. He decided on the youngest boy first. Just as he walked to Sam and placed a hand around his throat he heard the click. He turned to see Dean staggering and weaving, but standing, with a shotgun aimed at him.
"Leave my family the fuck alone!" Dean screamed and pulled the trigger.
Instantly Sam and John were released and fell to the floor. Dean stumbled to them and fell between them. He felt for a pulse on his brother and father and found one on both. He breathed a sigh of relief. He had to get them out of there. But he wasn't sure he could make it. His body was screaming in pain, he had double vision, and his legs and hands trembled so bad he wasn't sure he could lift his family out. But he had no choice. He had to suck it up and be a man. They were counting on him and he wouldn't let them down.
He worked to gather his strength. He saw that the door was cracked open. Thank you Dad, he thought. He put his arms under Sam's and began to haul him to the door, moaning in agony the entire way. Not wanting to take any chances he drug Sam all the way down the steps and off the porch, laying him gently on the front lawn, well actually front dirt. He then turned and headed back for his Dad. Halfway up the steps his legs gave out and he fell hard onto his knees. "Shit!" He screamed. But he took a deep breath and forced himself up. He found his Dad exactly where he had left him. His Dad was a lot heavier than Sam and it took him a lot longer and a lot more effort to pull him out.
Once outside he laid his Dad next to Sam and then he collapsed right next to them. For the moment he felt safe. He was pretty sure that Mr. Wells couldn't come outside to get them. There had never been any reports of deaths outside the house. But a sudden cold chill that ran over him made him change his mind. He glanced at his brother and father and made sure they were still breathing. Well, it was all on him now and he had to finish the job. He was going to burn those damn bones, and enjoy every freaking minute of it.
–TBC–
This one was a quickie, but I thought I'd get it out before the weekend was over. I have a busy week at work ahead, so I may not be able to post again until next weekend. I'll try, but no promises! Thanks again for reading!