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Trapped In A Nightmare:

Chapter 12: Hunting The Demon

They both looked up and saw their dad walk in. Their real dad.

"Dad," Dean asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, it's me."

Sam was still in shock. "Whoa. Okay. How the hell did you get us out? Why are we here?."

"Let me explain," John said. "Jerimiah has been trying to get revenge on me for over 15 years. So I guess that's why it took you. I'll explain more later. But now we have to go out and hunt him before he kills anyone else."

Sam and Dean looked at each other in confusion. This was gonna be a long hunt….

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"Whoa….whoa….wait," Sam said. "You expect us to just get up and go hunt this thing without even knowing anything about it? I think that's kind of stupid."

"Excuse me?." John turned around to face Sam.

Dean sighed. He knew this was going to happen sooner or later. Leave it to Sam to start something. Sam always had to ask questions and he always had to know everything which obviously pissed his father off. He reminded himself to talk to Sam about that later.

"Well, I'm sorry. But it's true. You can't just lead us blindly into a fight without telling us about this guy and how to kill him. And I'm not moving until I know everything about this demon."

John walked forward so that he was closer to Sam.

"Sam….I'm getting sick and tired of you questioning everything. I told you that I will tell you what you need to know when it's the right time. And you are coming. I don't care if I have to drag you myself but you are coming. And that's final. Do you understand me?"

"No," Sam said.

Dean was just sitting there. He was wondering if he should jump in or not. He was always the one to get in the middle and stop the fighting. And to be truthful, he was getting pretty tired of it.

"What did you just say?." John asked. HE was very close to seriously hurting Sam.

"I said no. Okay? I'm not going into this unprepared. You can yell at me or do whatever you want but the fact remains the same. I'm not going anywhere. So you can just try to make me. Just try."

John and Sam were walking toward each other and Dean figured that this was the time to jump in.

"Okay, okay," Dean said. "Stop it! Stop it!."

Dean pushed Sam in one direction and pushed his father in the other direction.

"Let me talk to Sam, Dad," Dean said. "Just let me."

John agreed and left the room. Sam was sitting on the bed and Dean was turned away from him.

"Why do you always have to do that, Sammy," Dean asked. He was clearly pissed off at Sam.

"Do what, Dean? Huh? What's so wrong about wanting to know about what we're hunting? What's so wrong about wanting to be prepared? Tell me, Dean. Please. Enlighten me."

Dean didn't really know what to say. He was torn between two things. He knew his Dad was right and that they should go hunt the demon. But he also agreed with Sam. He did want to know exactly what he was hunting. Dean turned to face Sam.

"Look….Sam. You gotta stop the fighting. You are the one who always starts it. Can't you just stop asking questions for once and go with it? Can't you go one day without fighting? Please, Sammy."

Sam sighed. "But it's not fair, Dean."

"Nothing ever is," Dean said. "Now can we please go? Just put aside everything for once and just do what your told? Okay, Sammy?"

"Yeah, whatever."

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On the way to Jerimiah's place, John explained everything that Sam and Dean needed to know. He told them that 15 years ago, he was hunting Jerimiah who is also known as the Myaral demon.

"I almost killed it," John said. "I took away it's powers but somehow he got them back. And now, the murders are starting up again. He figured by taking you boys I would come to your rescue. Which I did. And now….we have to kill him."

"How do we kill it," Sam asked.

"First, a ritual needs to be performed to take away his powers. Then, he has to be shot in the heart with a gold bullet."

Dean was confused. "A gold bullet? Don't you mean silver?"

"No, son," John said. "Only a gold bullet will kill him. I have everything we need so all we need to do is trap him."

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After another hour of driving, they finally got to the house. The house where this nightmare began. Slowly, John went into the house with Sam and Dean close behind.

"Okay," John said. "We need to split up so we can find him. Sam, you take upstairs, Dean, you take the basement, and I'll look over here."

They silently agreed and each went their own way. Upstairs, Sam didn't find anything. All that he found was a bunch of rooms. He was about to enter one of the rooms when he heard someone scream. It was Dean. He immediately rushed to the basement and what he saw was bad. Dean was lying on the floor, unconscious and bleeding. His dad was lying on the opposite side of the room. He looked worse than Dean.

"Hello Sam."

Sam turned around and saw Jerimiah.

"You son of a bitch!"

Sam pointed his gun at Jerimiah and shot at him. Jerimiah barely staggered. Jerimiah laughed and with a small movement of his hand, blasted Sam into the wall which knocked him out.

"Stupid Winchesters."

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