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Hunted
John Winchester is hunted by more then just demons.
Chapter Forty Four
John was stunned. He struggled to move his body, to scream with his voice but he couldn't. The demon was in complete control. He was locked in the circle of bricks he had built to protect himself. It was strange. He could see and hear. He could even feel the bonds that still held his body to the bed. But he could not control any of it. He was trapped inside his own body. He had to get the demon out.
"I'm not going anywhere," the demon said to him without speaking.
"You can hear my thoughts?"
"Of course I can," it told him. "I am part of you now I reside in you, in your mind."
"What do you want?" John asked.
"I want many things," the demon replied. "But for what concerns you I want what I have always wanted, what I will soon have thanks to you. I want your son. Sam will be mine."
"No!" John said sharply "I won't let you have him."
"You can no longer stop me," it replied. "From you, from your body I will take what I want. Your son's are already on their way to rescue you. You will watch as one son dies. Then when Sam is mine I will allow him the privilege of killing you."
"I am going to kill you!" John shouted at the demon.
"That will be a interesting trick," the demon laughed at John. "How do you intend to accomplish that task when you can't even lift your own eyelid?"
John reached outside of the wall he'd created in his mind and tried to push the demon away. The burning pain washed over him nearly sending him back to the area of safety he had created. The thought of his son's kept him from seeking that refuge. Instead he pushed harder. Suddenly thoughts and memories forced their way painfully into his consciousness. Memories that were not his. Memories of death and destruction, of fire and ruin. John was so shocked that once second he was pushing against the demon, fighting and the next he was safely back behind his solid brick wall.
"Oh my God," he said to himself.
"Your God can not stop me," the demon laughed. "He has tried so many times with others before you none have succeeded."
John understood. That brief flood of memories that came from the demon had taught him what he needed to know to kill the demon, the only way to kill it. The gun was the key and his son's still had the gun. There was still hope. He could still save them.
Suddenly without warning a fire alarm began to ring. A door opened and closed again and John knew something was happening. He also knew there was little he could do about it at the moment.
Before long sounds of a struggle began somewhere outside the room where John was being held captive.
"What is going on?" John thought.
"Our rescue is imminent," the demon told him. "Your boys have come to save you."
"Oh God, no!" John said.
"Why do you insist on calling on him when he so obviously does not answer, does not even care?" the demon asked.
It took John a few seconds to realize who the demon meant. "I don't care what he thinks of me as long as he cares for my boys."
John heard the door to the room opened again then he heard Dean calling to him.
"Ah, now the fun begins," the demon thought to John with a laugh.
"Dad?" his son called and he could feel his son's head resting on his chest and John knew Dean was trying to see if he was alive. "He's still breathing," Dean said out loud leading John to believe that Sam was also in the room. He could not see because as the demon pointed out earlier he could not even lift his eyelids.
Dean shook him. "Dad, wake up. Dad!"
John heard the sound of a knife being opened then he heard Sam. "Wait," he told Dean. "Wait."
"What?" Dean asked.
"He could be possessed for all we know," Sam told his brother.
"Way to go Sammy!" John though.
"What are you, nuts?" Dean asked.
"No Dean," John thought. "He's right… don't try to talk him out of it."
"Dean," Sam replied. "We've got to be sure."
"He senses me," the demon told John. "He just doesn't realize it. He still does not know how to use the abilities he was given. However, I can not take the chance just yet." Then the demon spoke to someone else. It allowed John to hear what it said but he had not idea who it was speaking to or how. "The young one can sense me. You must give it something else to think about. Remember do not kill it. I want that one alive."
"What are you going to do?" John asked.
"I will do nothing," it replied. "But Sam must be dealt with."
"You leave him alone!" John shouted silently at the demon. Laughter was his only reply.
The room is silent then John felt the water splashing onto his face and chest and he is shocked to realize there is no reaction. The water should be burning him.
"Why would you think something as petty as holy water would work on me?" the demon told John. "I have news for you John Winchester. I am not so easily defeated. Now I think it is time for a little fun."
"NO!" John shouted. "Don't hurt them!"
"Oh John," it replied. "Don't worry about that yet. At least not until I have the gun."
Then the demon turned his attentions outside and with complete control of John's body it opened his eyes and looked at Sam. "Sam?" it said. "Why are you splashin' water on me?"
John watched as Sam's face lit up with a relieved smile. "No Sammy," he shouted. "It's not me!'
"Dad," Dean asked as he began to cut away the bonds that held him to the bed. "You okay?"
"They've been druggin' me," the demon in him replied then asked. "Where's the Colt?"
"Do you think they're that stupid?" John asked. "They wouldn't bring the gun with them."
It was Sam who replied, "Don't worry, Dad. It's safe."
"Good, boys. Good, boys," the demon replied.
"Come on Dad," Dean said helping John up. "We need to get you out of here." Sam took one side, Dean took the other and with their dad's arms hanging over their shoulders they headed for the bedroom door. Before they could make it two possessed men come bursting through the apartment's door.
"Back," Dean shouted, "Back!" and they rushed back into the bedroom and locked the door behind them when suddenly an axe came through the door. Sam released John and began salting the door.
Dean managed to get his father through the window and he called to Sam who was nearly finished with the salt at the door. "Sam! Let's go!" he yelled.
Sam followed them and covered the windowsill in salt before he climbed down the fire escape. When all three Winchesters got down to the sidewalk, they began walking towards the Car. Sam led the way with Dean following helping John who had his arm draped over his fathers shoulder. And John knew the demon was intentionally holding Dean back, slowing him down.
Suddenly, out of nowhere the other demon from the warehouse barreled into Sam knocking him heavily to the ground and landing on top of him. With Sam pinned down the demon began to punched him in the face mercilessly.
"No!" John shouted silently seeing the beating he had been given delivered to his son and knowing there was not way he could stop it.
The demon in him laughed at the anguish that filled John. He laughed at the beating the other demon was administering.
Dean set his father down quickly, but gently and rushed over to the demon that was attacking Sam. He viciously kicked it in the face but it didn't even faze the creature. It looked at Dean and with a simple shake of its head it sent him sailing into the windshield of a nearby parked car.
"Stop!" John shouted at the demon.
"It is necessary," the demon told him coldly. "But don't worry my son won't kill him."
"Your son?" John asked shocked.
"You humans always amaze me with your ignorance," it told him. "I have a daughter also, though your boys were able to send back to our realm by using an exorcism."
"They should have killed her," John told it.
"She was weak," it said. "But her sacrifice was not in vain. It brought your children to me."
The demon that had Sam pinned to the ground had resumed its beating and John was forced to watch as his son's head was snapped back and forth by the fierce blows the demon was delivering.
Suddenly a single gunshot rang out and as they watched the demon was knocked sideways off of Sam as black smoke swirled and thined around the mans head until it disappeard.
"NO!" the demon shouted silently in John's mind as it watched Dean destroy its son.
"Go, Dean!" John shouted as he saw Dean standing with the Colt in his hand.
John could feel the demon's anger. It seethed with it and his body trembled in response. "He will pay for that," the demon told John. "He will suffer like I have made no one suffer in centuries."
Dean put the gun away and ran to his brother. "Sam….Sam," he said relief plain on his face when he heard his little brothers' quiet moan. "Come on Come on we've got to get out of here," he said as he lifted his brother to his feet. Then he looked at the body of the man he had been forced to kill. He shook his head sadly before helping his brother over to their father.
Sirens sounded in the distance as they stumbled away from the Sunset apartments.
A/N No time for long notes here… I'm off to the final chapter. Please read and review… Thanks!