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Hunted
John Winchester is hunted by more then just demons.
Chapter Thirty Eight
John opened the car door and got out he stormed up to his son. "Sam," he said. Then once again recalling his plan he yelled, "What the hell was that?"
"We need to talk," Sam yelled at his father.
"About what?" John questioned him firmly.
"About everything," Sam said fiercely, "Where we going dad? What's the big deal about this gun?"
"Sammy," Dean tried to interrupt. "Come on we can Q & A after we kill all the vampires." Trust Dean to try and calm down the situation, but John couldn't let that happen, not yet.
"Your brother's right," he told his youngest son with false anger. "We don't have time for this."
"Last time we saw you, you said it was too dangerous to be together now, out of the blue you need our help? Now obviously something big is going down and we want to know what," Sam yelled at him.
John was silent for a few seconds admiring the ease with which his young son hat put the facts together and come up with the big picture. "Get back in the car," he told his son with quiet intensity.
"No," Sam told him shaking his head.
John stepped closer to his son. "I said get back in the damn car," he repeated.
Sam was not in the least bit intimidated by his father and John had to wonder when that had happened. "Yeah," he told him, staring down at him. "And I said no."
That's when Dean jumped in again and tried to stop the argument. "All right," he said looking at his little brother. "You made your point tough guy. Look, we're all tired we can talk about this later." Then he grabbed Sam by the shirt and shoved him towards the car forcing the issue closed. "Sammy, I mean it, come on."
Sammy turned towards the car at his brothers' instance, but he under his breath John heard him mutter, "This is why I left in the first place."
"What did you say?" John said in shock. When Sam had left for Stanford John was sure it was just because he wanted to go to school. He had no idea that one of the reasons Sam had left was because of him. Even during the horrific argument that had followed Sam's declaration of his intent to go to school his son had never blamed John. But the simple statement he had just heard was like a slap in the face.
Sam spun around to face his father again. "You heard me," he replied.
"Yeah, you left," John said stepping closer to Sam. "Your brother and me, we needed you. You walked away." As he said it all the hurt and pain he had felt that night when his son had left them returned. He forgot the fear he'd had for his son's safety. He forgot the pride too at his son's accomplishment. He only remembered the pain. He got right in his son's face and looked him in the eye as he repeated, "You walked away."
"Stop it both of you!" Dean said trying to split them apart again but John had eyes only for his youngest son. Without even realizing it Sam had just hurt him worse then if he'd stuck a knife in his chest. The pain was so intense it was almost physical. He had never imagined his son was so angry with him. Sure, they'd had fights sometimes before Sam had left, but John had never realized that his son hated him. Not until now.
Then Sam slapped him again, this time with a truth that was his own damn fault, his own making. Because in his anger back then during the fight they had, John had said something he had never meant to say, something he had never taken back. Now Sam was throwing it right back in his face, right where it belonged. And John realized he deserved it. "You're the one who said don't come back, Dad," he screamed at John. "You're the one who closed that door. Not me. You were just pissed off you couldn't control me anymore!"
John grabbed Sam by the front of his shirt with both hands and pulled him closer. He held his son silently for a few minutes as he allowed the pain to wash over him, while he gained control of his emotions. He was about to tell Sam that he was right that he was the worst possible excuse for a father that anyone could possibly be stuck with. He was going to apologize somehow for everything he had done wrong.
That's when Dean jumped in and physically separated the two men and shoved them both away from each other. "Stop it, I said stop it," Dean demanded. Stop it, that's enough!"
And John allowed Dean to separate them even though he shouldn't have. He should have taken the time right there to correct the single biggest mistake he had ever made with his young son… but he didn't. Instead he took a step back away from Sam and then he received another shock, this time from Dean. He looked directly into his fathers' eyes and said, "It means you too." It was the first time ever that Dean had stood up to him and it surprised the hell out of John.
Sam got back into the car at his brother's urging and John walked back to the truck and got in. He sat in the truck silently recalling the entire argument with his young son and he realized that somehow, sometime before his son's decision to go to college he had hurt Sam. He had done something that had made the boy hate him and he realized it was a feeling he could not handle. Then he realized he would never be able to go through with his plan to alienate his son's more then he already had. He would have to find a different way. He would simply have to make them understand why they couldn't help him with this fight.
His decision reached John put the truck in gear and led the boys to the area they would need to begin searching. It was farm country, houses were few and far between, but there were many barns and outbuilding that would need to be searched.
It was after sunrise when they found the barn the vampires were using as a nest. The three hunters sat on a small rise overlooking the large red building. "Son of a bitch," Dean said to John. "So, they're really not afraid of the sun."
Sam said nothing. He had not spoken with John at all since their argument earlier on the road. Instead he sat in silence, anger still etched on his face.
"Na," John told Dean. "Direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn. The only way to kill them is by beheading. And yeah, they sleep during the day, but it doesn't mean they won't wake up."
"So I guess walking right in is not our best option." Dean said.
"Actually," John replied with a grin. "That's the plan."
They backed away from the rise and went back to the vehicles that were parked out of sight of the barn. John opened his weapon locker and Dean did the same with the one in his trunk. "Hey dad," Dean said, "I've got an extra machete if you need one."
John reached into his weapons box and pulled out a machete. He removed its sheath and looked at his son. "I think I'm okay, thanks," he replied.
Dean looked at his fathers' large shiny new weapon and said, "Wow."
John lowered his eyes and sighed. Sam's silence during the night had not gone unnoticed by him. And the anger was still coming off his young son in waves. John had to find a way of reconciling with his son. He had to… he could not leave things the way they were. He knew Sam, he knew what was going to ease his young son's anger and pain and so he chose to give him what he needed even though he also knew it was going to make thing much harder for him later. He looked at his children and said. "So…you boys really wanna know about this colt?"
His sons, and especially Sam, look at him in shock. "Yes sir," Sam replied.
"It's just a story, a legend really," he said turning to his sons. "Well, I thought it was. I never really believed it until I read Daniels letter."
He sheathed his machete and his boys turned to listen to him. "Back in eighteen thirty five when Haley's Comet was over head, the same night those men died at the Alamo they say Samuel Colt made a gun," he told them. "A special gun. He made it for a hunter. A man like us, only on horseback. The story goes he made thirteen bullets. This hunter, he used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared the gun along with him. Till somehow Daniel got his hands on it. They say… they say this gun can kill anything."
"Kill anything like supernatural anything?" Dean asked.
"Like the demon," Sam replied immediately picking up on the importance of the weapon.
"Yeah," John told him. "The demon. Ever since I picked up its trail I've been looking for a way to destroy that thing. Find the gun… we may have it."
A/N There you go another chapter done, though I'm still not done with the episode "Dead Man's Blood". Hopefully one more chapter will finish this episode, then comes the really hard ones. Especially when Daddy Winchester becomes possessed by the demon! Thanks again for taking the time to read. If you enjoyed it or even you didn't please review and let me know what you think!