Manning, Colorado
-3rd POV-
On the motel room wall, John's research is pinned up. The walls are covered with information on the yellow eyed demon; weather charts, hieroglyphics, pictures, newspaper articles, written notes, a shelf of books and more.
John sits at a paper strewn desk, the Colt in front of him. Ollie is on the floor, eyes half open, Sam is leaning against the counter while Dean paces.
"So this is it. This is everything I know. Look, our whole lives we've been searching for this demon right? Not a trace, just...nothing. Until about a year ago. For the first time I picked up a trail," John says, not looking up.
"And that's when you took off," Dean guesses. John nods.
"Yeah. That's right. The demon must have come out of hiding, or hibernation."
"All right so what's this trail you found?"
"It starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California. Houses burned down to the ground. It's going after families, just like it went after us," John looks at the boys. Sam, having a question that he was reluctant to ask.
"Families with infants?"
John nods. "Yeah. The night of the kid's six-month birthday."
"I was six months old that night?"
"Exactly six months."
"So basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason. The same way it came for me? So Mom's death...Jessica. It's all because of me?"
Dean looks over to his brother. "We don't know that, Sam."
"Oh really? Cause I'd say we're pretty damn sure Dean." Sam crosses his arms, glaring at Dean. Dean, growing frustrated, glares back.
"For the last time, what happened to them was not your fault."
"Right. It's not my fault but it's my problem!" Sam's voice rises, and Oliver looks up at Sam as Dean speaks before speaking himself.
"No, it's not your problem, it's our problem!" Dean shouts. Ollie speaks up, joining in.
"We're all part of this Sam, don't forget that! I might not know a lot of you guys' past and you sure as hell don't know most of mine, but we're all in this together! This demon is gonna get what it deserves!" he shouts, glaring at Sam. Standing up, John decides this is when it's a good time to step in.
"Okay. That's enough."
Everyone takes a few breaths to calm themselves before resuming speaking in a civilized way once again.
"So why's he doing it. What does he want?" Sam asks, looking at John.
"I wanna know too, this bastard screwed with my life too," Ollie mutters.
"Look I wish I had more answers, I do. I've always been one step behind it. Look, I've never gotten there in time to save..." Sighing, John looks down, unhappy. Dean cuts in next.
"All right so how do we find it..before it hits again."
The eldest Winchester looks at his oldest son. "There's signs. It took me a while to see the pattern but it's there in the days before these fires signs crop up in an area. Cattle deaths, temperature fluctations, electrical storms. And then I went back and checked...and..."
"These things happened in Lawrence," Dean guesses.
"And in Mission, before I turned six months old," Ollie whispers to himself.
"A week before your mother died. And in Palo Alto...before Jessica. And these signs, they're starting again," John states, not having heard Oliver. Sam's attention snaps to John.
"Where?"
"Salvation, Iowa."
John's truck speeds along a misty road, followed closely by the Impala. After a few moments he pulls off to the side, the Impala follows and everyone springs out of their seats.
"God damn it!" John shouts, his raised voice making Oliver flinch back, the movement unnoticed by the others. Dean looks at his father.
"What is it?"
"Son of a bitch!" John growls angrily, not answering the question.
"What is it!?" Dean repeats. John looks at his phone, which was still in his hand
"I just got a call from Caleb," he mutters, and all three of the younger males snap to attention, worried about their friend.
"Is he okay?" Dean demands, his eyes betraying his worry, while Oliver asks at the same time,
"What happened?"
"He's fine. Jim Murphy's dead." John looks down. Sam's eyes widen.
"Pastor Jim? How?"
"His throat was slashed. He bled out. Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place."
"A demon?" Dean voices everyone's thoughts, and then add on when John nods in confirmation. "The Demon?"
"I don't know. Could be he just got careless, he slipped up. Maybe the demon knows we're getting close."
"What do we do?"
"Now we act like every second counts. There's two hospitals, a health centre and emergency walk in place in this county. We split up, cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's going to be six months old in the next week," John orders, making sure his voice stays steady.
"Dad that could be dozens of kids. How do we know which one's the right one?" Sam questions.
"We check em all that's how. You got any better ideas?"
"No sir."
John nods at them and they all turn back to their cars. John stops, leaning on his trunk. Dean turns back as he opens his door and pauses.
"Dad?"
John is clearly upset, but hiding it as best he can. "Yeah. It's Jim. You know, I can't..." he pauses, his face gardening as he regains control over his emotions. "This ends, now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes."
They all get back in their cars and pull back onto the road, speeding into the distance.
*
John pulls up in front of 'Salvation Children's Hospital'. He opens the container between the seats and shuffled through the number of IDs there, selecting one and pinning it to his jacket.
*
Sam is sitting in a filing room, a nurse brings him another load of files. The nurse smiles at him.
"Here you go officer," she says, placing the
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Sam continues copying birth certificate information into his notebook.
*
A pretty receptionist hands a file to a hospital worker, then looks down at her clipboard. She looks up again as Dean walks in and pauses, looking around. She smiles as he turns to her desk. He notes her gorgeousness and raises his eyebrows.
"Hi. Is there anything I can do for you?" she asks coyly. Dean smiles.
"Oh God yes."
She smiles and looks down. Dean looks down though and holds up his fake ID.
"Only I'm uh...working right now, so..."
*
Oliver walks through the doors of the emergency walk in, and the receptionist looks at him.
"Hey kiddo, what's wrong? Need a doctor?"
Knowing that he'd be in so much trouble with the law if he got caught, he puts on his acting front.
"No ma'am, just some birth records if they're available. My older brother is on a case with the FBI, and we need to check some records. He brought me with him to help with the search so he could get it done fast as possible. Boss said it was okay if I came along, so long as I behave and actually help out."
The receptionist seems skeptical until he pulls out both his own "assistant" card and one of Dean's extra FBI cards. She looks them over then nods.
"Okay then, kiddo. Just let me pull them out."
She gets up and walks into a back room. Ollie leans on the counter and waits. She comes it a few moments later with a box of records, and Ollie smiles at her. "Thank you. I'll let you know if I find something," he says. The receptionist smiles back.
"No problem. Hope your search is successful."
Sam comes out of Salvation Medical Centre, flipping through his notebook, then clutches his head as a vision hits him. The Yellow Eyed Demon is in a babies nursery. He flashes to a mother looking out the window, he hears a train, and then sees the demon again. As soon as the vision finishes and he can focus again he quickly pulls out a map.
Later Sam is in a park, checking his map again. As he does he gets the vision flashes again. When it's over he realizes the house from the vision is in front of him. The woman from his vision pushes a pram along the road while holding an umbrella. He approaches.
"Hi. Here, let me hold that for you. You look like you don't need that anymore."
"Oh. Thanks." She closes her umbrella while Sam holds her pram. He looks inside. The child was a small girl with wide eyes, seeming curious about who this new person was.
"She's gorgeous. Is she yours?" he asks. The woman smiles.
"Yeah."
"Oh wow, hi!" Sam says to the baby before turning to the mom. "Oh sorry, I'm rude. I'm Sam. I just moved in up the block."
"Hi. I'm Monica. This is Rosie."
"Rosie? Hi Rosie."
"So, welcome to the neighbourhood."
"Thanks. She's such a good baby!"
Monica nods. "I know, I mean she...she never cries. She just stares at everybody. Sometimes she looks at you and I swear it's...it's like she's reading your mind."
Sam pauses, thinking over that before speaking again. "What about you Monica? Have you lived here long?"
"My husband and I, we bought our place just before Rosie was born."
"And how old's Rosie?"
"She's six months today. She's big right? Growing like a weed." Monica has a proud smile on her face. Sam zones out slightly.
"Yeah. Monica..."
"Yeah?"
"Just ahhh, just take care of yourself okay?"
"Yeah, you too Sam. We'll see you around."
As Monica turns to her house a station wagon pulls into the drive, honking.
"There's Daddy!" Monica exclaims to Rosie, grinning.
Sam's vision returns again.
The clock in the bedroom stops, the nursery rhyme playing stops, a wind sweeps through. A black figure approaches the bed. Monica pushes the door open from the hallway and sees the figure standing over her daughters bed.
"What are you..." Monica begins, stopping
The figure turns to her. She is pulled back to the wall by an invisible force and slides up it to the ceiling. Blood starts dripping from her stomach.
"Rosie!!"
The room bursts into flame.
Sam sits at the table, rubbing his temples. Dean and John sit on the end of each bed. Oliver sits on the counter.
"A vision," John states flatly, not quite believing Sam. Sam sighs before speaking and repeating what he had already said three times.
"Yes. I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling."
"And you think this is going to happen to this woman you met because...?"
"Because these things happen exactly the way I see them."
Dean joins in the conversation. "It started out as nightmares, for both of them. Then it started happening while they're awake."
Dean rises and crosses to the counter behind Sam to get more coffee. Ollie is staring at the man he considers as an older brother with a betrayed look.
Sam winces. "Yeah. It's like the closer I get to anything to do with the demon the stronger the visions get."
"Same with mine. I'm able to control it slightly, but it really does seem that when we get closer to something that has to do with the demon, the stronger they get."
"All right. When were you going to tell me about this?"
Ollie, Sam and Dean stop and turn to look at John.
"We didn't know what it meant."
John lets out an exasperated sigh. "All right, something like this starts happening to your brothers, you pick up the phone and you call me."
Dean dumps the coffee jug and cup back on the counter and strides toward John, eyes narrowed slightly. No one comments on the fact that John had said brothers as he was talking to Dean.
"Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad I called you from Lawrence all right? Sam called you when I was dying. Oliver tried getting contact of you when both Sammy and I were unresponsive for more than a day. I mean, getting you on the phone? I got a better chance of winning the lottery."
"You're right. Although I'm not too crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry."
"Look guys, visions or no visions, fact is, we know the demon is coming tonight. And this family's gonna go through the same hell we went through."
"No they're not. No one is, ever again." John's eyes and voice become harsher, and the boys know that he's serious about it. Sam's phone rings, and he answers it.
"Hello?"
"Sam?" a familiar female voice asks, and Sam glances at his father.
"Who is this?"
"Think real hard it will come to you."
Sam pauses before his eyes narrow, and the others can tell that Sam isn't happy. "Meg."
Dean, Oliver and John start and turn to Sam, listening intently to his side of the conversation.
"Last time I saw you you fell out of a window," Sam states, his voice flat.
"Yeah, no thanks to you. That really hurt my feelings by the way," is Meg's response, and it has a fake whiny tone to it. Sam raises an eyebrow.
"Just your feelings? That was a seven-story drop."
Meg ignores his remark. "Lemme speak to your Dad."
Sam looks over to John, eyes wary. "My Dad? I don't know where my Dad is."
Meg's clearly losing her patience. "It's time for the grown ups to talk Sam, let me speak to him now. Or else."
Sam hesitates then hands the phone to John.
"This is John."
"Howdy John. I'm Meg. I'm a friend of your boys. I'm also the one who watched Jim Murphy choke on his own blood...still there John-boy?" Meg's voice has a playful tone to it, but the situation is anything but.
"I'm here."
"Well that was yesterday. Today I'm in Lincoln. Visiting another old friend of yours. He wants to say hi..."
"John, whatever you do don't give...!" the person starts, but from the way his voice sounds, John knows Meg pulled the phone away from him. John also recognizes the voice.
"Caleb?"
Sam and Dean react to the name instantly, going on alert. Oliver does the same, the pupil in one eye dialating to the point that his blue-green iris is no longer visible. John's voice comes out hard and commanding, but the younger three men recognize the slight amount of pleading in it.
"You listen to me. He's got nothing to do with anything. You let him go."
"We know you have the colt John," is all Meg says, and you could practically hear her smirk through the phone.
"I don't know what you're talking about," is John's answer. And to be honest, if you didn't know him, you woulda thought he was serious about not knowing. But seeing as demons are master liars and deceivers, Meg can easily hear through the lie.
"Oh, okay. Well listen to this."
Meg slits Caleb's throat and holds the phone out. John can hear him gasping and drowning in his own blood. Ollie tenses even more, looking extremely ready to kill. John's eyes widen and the boys can hear the panic in his voice.
"Caleb. Caleb!"
Meg just laughs. "You hear that? That's the sound of your friend dying. Now let's try this again. We know you have the gun John, word travels fast. So as far as we're concerned you just declared war. And this is what war looks like. It has casualties."
"I'm gonna kill you, you know that?" John's seething at this point, pissed that anyone would kill his friends in cold blood.
"Oh John please, mind your blood pressure. So this is the thing. We're going to keep doing what we're doing. And your friends, anyone who has ever helped you, gave you shelter, anyone you ever loved. They'll all die unless you give us that gun."
John is quiet, thinking. The boys are close by his side, having since moved from their previous spots.
"I'm waiting, Johnny, better answer before the buzzer!"
John sighs. "Okay."
"Sorry? I didn't quite get that."
"I said okay, I'll bring you the colt."
"There's a warehouse in Lincoln, on the corner of Wabash and Lake. You're gonna meet me there."
John pauses. "It's gonna take me about a days drive to get there."
"Meet me there at midnight tonight."
"That's impossible. I can't get there in time and I can't just carry a gun on the plane."
Meg laughs, clearly enjoying the situation. "Oh. Well I guess your friends die don't they. If you do decide to make it, come alone."
Sam looks around at his family. "So you think Meg is a demon?"
John nods. "Either that, or she's possessed by one. It doesn't really matter."
Oliver sighs at that logic, but doesn't speak against it, knowing it would be dumb to do so. Dean speaks next.
"What do we do?"
John barely looks at the boys as he answers. "I'm going to Lincoln."
"What?"
"It doesn't look like we have a choice. If I don't go, a lot of people die, our friends die."
"Dad, the demon is coming tonight. For Monica and her family. That gun is all we got, you can't just hand it over!" Sam exclaims. John raises an eyebrow.
"Who said anything about handing it over? Look, besides us and a couple of vampires no ones really seen the gun, no one knows what it looks like."
"So what, you're just going to pick up a ringer at a pawn shop?" Dean asks sarcastically.
"Antique store."
Dean doesn't voice his disbelief or surprise, but instead asks, "You're going to hand Meg a fake gun and hope she doesn't notice?"
"Look, as long as it's close, she shouldn't be able to tell the difference."
"But it would also need a similar magical signature. The gun is a legend to all things supernatural and hunters alike. The supernatural that know of the gun, there's a way they can identify the real from a fake. It's the magic signature of the weapon. You'll have to be really careful about it," Oliver adds in, looking directly at John. John sighs, waving it off.
"Nice to know you know your facts, kid, but it'll be fine. I could tell them that the signature doesn't activate unless it's fully loaded or some crap like that. They should believe me considering that no demon has had contact with the gun in over three centuries."
"Yeah but for how long? What happens when she figures it out?" Dean seems concerned about it. John hesitates.
"I just...I just need to buy a few hours, that's all."
Sam buts in. "You mean for Dean, Ollie and me. You want us to stay here, and kill this demon by ourselves?"
"No Sam. I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school, I want Dean to have a home. I want Oliver to be able to go to school and worry about girls, not being killed. I want...I want Mary alive. It's just...I just want this to be over."
*
Sam and John stand at the back of his truck, checking weapons. The Impala comes toward them and Dean gets out with Ollie.
"You get it?"
Dean pulls a brown paper bag out of his pocket and hands it to John while Ollie grins behind Dean. John pulls out an antique gun.
"You know this is a trap don't you. That's why Meg wants you to come alone?" Dean questions his father. John nods.
"I can handle her. I got a whole arsenal loaded. Holy water, Mandaic, amulets..."
"Dad..."
"What?"
"Promise me something."
"What's that?"
"This thing goes south just...get the hell out. Don't get yourself killed all right, you're no good to us dead." Dean says the last part as a joke, but both John, Sam and Oliver can hear the sincerity in his voice. John nods.
"Same goes for you." There's a long pause, and no one speaks, the three boys knowing that John still has something to say. " All right listen to me. They made the bullets special for this colt. There's only four of them left. Without them this gun is useless. You make every shot count."
"Yes sir," Sam chimes.
"Been waiting a long time for this fight. Now it's here I'm not gonna be in it. It's up to you boys now. It's your fight, you finish this. You finish what I started. Understand?"
John hands Dean the colt.
"We'll see you soon Dad," Sam states, his voice leaving no room for arguing.
"I'll see you later."
John gets in his truck and leaves. The boys stand watching him pull away. Ollie waves, muttering "Bye Dad," under his breath, hoping that the other two didn't hear him. They did, but don't comment on it, knowing that the kid was accepted as part of their family by their father already.
"Later," Dean mumbles, watching the truck disappear.
-Oliver's POV-
Sam and Dean are sitting in the front of the Impala, the Colt between them. I'm sitting behind them in the back as we keep watch on the house. Monica and her husband are finishing dinner right now.
"Maybe we could tell em it was a gas leak. Might get em out of the house for a few hours," Sam suggests, and I let out a snort at that. No way in hell would that work.
"Yeah and how many times has that actually worked for us?" Dean asks, voicing my thoughts.
"Yeah..." Sam goes quiet and both Dean and I know he's thinking again. "We could always tell 'em the truth."
Dean just looks at Sam for a long moment, one eyebrow raised. I'm also staring at Sam, an amused expression on my face. Somehow, by pure luck, we all say it at once.
"Nah!"
Sam sighs. "I know I know. I just...with what's coming for these folks..."
Dean nods. "Sam we only got one move and you know it, alright? We gotta wait for that demon to show itself and then we get it before it gets them."
"It'll be soon. I can feel the energy shifting slightly. He isn't here yet, but again, it'll be soon," I mutter, staring at the house. My brother figures also look at the house again, and we all kind of stare at it for a while.
"I wonder how Dad's doing," Sam says out of nowhere. I look at him, drawing my eyes away from the house. Dean speaks before I can.
"I'd feel a lot better if we were there backing him up."
"I'd feel a lot better if he were here backing us up."
"Honestly, we'd all probably feel better if we were all backing each other up. But unless a shifter takes your form, you can't be in two places at once. And I don't think any of us are able to make astral projections of ourselves that have any mass," I say, joking slightly in the last line. They smile at my attempt. We continue watching the house in silence after that.
"This is weird," Sam says. Dean looks at him while I continue staring at the house.
"What?"
"After all of these years we're finally here. It doesn't seem real."
"We just gotta keep our heads and do our job, like always."
"Yeah but this isn't like always."
"True."
"Dean...ah...I wanna thank you."
"For what?"
"For everything. You've always had my back you know? Even when I couldn't count on anyone I could always count on you. And ah...I don't know I just wanted to let you know, Just in case-"
I look over to Sam in surprise, as does Dean. Yes, I've been listening to them. Dean puts a hand up. "Whoa whoa whoa, are you kidding me?"
"What?"
"Don't say just in case something happens to you. I don't wanna hear that freaking speech man. Nobody's dying tonight. Not us, not that family, nobody. Except that demon. That evil son of a bitch ain't getting any older than tonight, you understand me?"
Sam nods, and I do too when I catch Dean staring pointedly at me in the mirror. I'm so lucky he can't read my mind. Sure, Sam will not be dying, and neither will anyone else. Nobody but the demon is going down. But if someone has to die for the demon to die, it may as well be me.
Dean has his phone up to his ear, a slightly concerned look on his face. "Dad's not answering."
"Maybe Meg was late. Maybe cell reception's bad," is Sam's hopeful answer. I continue staring at the house.
"Yeah well-"
I feel a shift in the air, like it's suddenly been suer-charged with electricity and tequila. I sit up straight, suddenly on full alert. I can tell that my eye is reacting to the change, but thankfully it's already hidden in shadows. Sam looks at me with a confused look on his face before the radio starts chattering with static. His eyes widen and he looks at Dean.
"Dean wait. Listen."
Sam rolls the dial on the radio, hearing more static come and go. The wind picks up and the lights in the house flicker. Dean turns to look at Sam. I'm already shoving my door open and jumping out of the car when I hear Sam say, "It's coming."
They jump out of the car, following me.
Dean uses a card to slide the lock on the front door open and we enter silently, even though I'm ready to run. As we approach the lounge, Sam going first, me behind him, and Dean is confronted by Monica's husband. He swings a bat at Dean's head and misses, smashing a lamp.
"Get out of my house!" the guy shouts. Dean quickly closes in and grapples with him, grabbing the bat. "Get out of my house!" he repeats. Sam looks conflicted, and I'm slowly creeping towards the stairs.
"Please please. Mr Holden please," Sam tries, hoping the man would calm down. Dean easily takes control, swinging Holden against the wall and holding the bat across his throat.
"Be quiet and listen to me. Be quiet and listen. We are trying to help you," Dean hisses sharply. We freeze and look at the stairs when we hear Monica's voice.
"Charlie? Is everything okay?"
Immediately after, Mr Holden yells "Monica get the baby!" while Sam and I yell together "Don't go in the nursery!" Mr Holden glares at us.
"You stay away from her!"
He struggles to get away from Dean. As a result, Dean backhands him, knocking him unconscious, and puts him over his shoulder in a fireman's lift.
I watch Dean carry the guy out the door. Sam races up the stairs and I hear a loud thud upstairs. Not thinking twice, I call to something I've locked away for years now. Sam enters the room, I'm somehow now standing directly in front of him, and a dark figure turns to us, yellow eyes shining. Sam hesitates, frozen and staring. My eyes narrow as I take a step forward, locking eyes with the demon.
"Rosie!" Monica cries out. Sam raises the Colt and pulls the trigger, aiming over my shoulder. The demon disappears into smoke. Monica, screaming, falls to the floor.
"Where the hell did it go?!" Sam shouts, confused. I'm staring directly at the spot that the demon was just in, knowing he's just hidden himself.
"My baby!" Monica exclaims, standing up. Sam catches her by her arm and holds her back.
"No, wait!" he says, trying to keep her from running to her child. This only causes Monica to cry and fight against Sam's hold more.
"MY BABY!!!"
Dean runs into the room and to the crib, turning to Monica, Sam and I. "Take her and go!" he orders.
"Rosie!" Monica calls out again. Sam pulls her to the hallway with him. I step into the corner of the room, watching.
"Come on."
"My baby!"
"Dean's got her," Sam reassures her, forcing her out of the room.
Dean quickly wraps the blankets around the baby and pulls her up as the crib explodes into flame. He races out of the room, but I'm quickly trapped by the heat and flames. I jump over to the windows and once again do something I haven't in years, and use it along with the intense heat of the flames.
The nursery window explodes outwards, flames shooting out. I can see Sam and Monica walk onto the lawn. Both are coughing. Mr Holden staggers up from where he was lying on the grass.
"You get away from my family," he growls. Yes, I can hear over the flames and my own pounding heartbeat and from this distance away.
"No Charlie don't. They saved us," Monica protests. I watch as Dean runs out to join them, holding the baby. Monica takes the baby from Dean and her husband puts his arms around both of them.
I hear Monica thank Sam and Dean, but I turn away from the window as I feel the energy shift again. The demon is standing less than three feet away from me, yellow eyes seeming to hold dark laughter in them. I can hear my brothers shouting from below, but I don't catch the words they're saying.
I lock eyes with the demon, knowing full well that he's perfectly capable of killing me here and now. But he isn't going to, not here. The floor I'm standing on has no flames on it, and only stray flames burn my body. The smoke is getting to me, but I stand tall.
"Go to Purgatory, Azazel," I hiss, my voice raspy. The only answer I get is him smirking before vanishing.
-3rd POV-
Sam and Dean are back in their motel room, completely devastated. They had just lost the one thing they both agreed to look after, the one that had become their younger brother.
Or so they thought.
The two hear something thud on the floor, and look up, expecting it to be the other one. Neither of them had anticipated that the kid they were supposed to look after would be kneeling on the floor.
"Oliver...?" Sam asks cautiously, slowly standing up. Dean pulls out the colt and aims it at the teen. Oliver looks up, and they see his face smudged with ash and cuts. But something else completely catches their attention. One of his eyes is pure black, like that of a demon. Oliver's eyes land on the colt that's pointed at the center of his forehead and he scrambles backwards, fear on his face.
"Yeah, hi Sam. Could you please tell our older brother to not point magical guns at me? Please?" he pleads, and Dean growls.
"You aren't our brother. Now who the fuck are you and why the hell are you possessing our younger brother's body?" Dean questions harshly. Oliver seems more terrified now than he was before, and both Sam and Dean have seen him face off against wendigos without batting an eye.
"Dean, I promise you it's me! Look, I'll even recite the exorcism if you want me to prove it! If one of my eyes are black, I swear to you that it's still me! It's part of my powers!" Oliver pleads. Sam steps towards Ollie, hands out.
"What do you mean, part of your powers?" he asks softly. Oliver looks at Sam, tears visible in his eyes.
"I'm one of the kids like you, one with powers! But I didn't get them the same way you did! My powers have always been a part of me! I'm sorry that I've kept this from you but I'm a quarter demon! My dad was half demon, and old yellow eyes has fucked up all of our lives, so I really want to kill the son of a bitch with you guys if you don't kill me first!"he blurry out.
Dean lowers the gun, though still wary of Ollie. "What are the powers you have?" he asks. Ollie relaxes slightly, but is still tensed up and ready to bolt if need be.
"I'm not sure about all of the powers I have, but I know a few. Flying or what you'd call teleportation, I have visions, and I can also do non-verbal exorcisms. If I have any more powers, then I don't know about them!" Oliver rants out quickly, still seeming shaken by the fact that Dean's holding the colt. Dean takes note of such fact and throws the gun to the bed. Ollie lets out a relieved sigh and slumps over, chin to his chest. Sam notices that his younger brother was shaking.
"Ollie, you Okay?"
"If you consider slowly healing broken ribs by my terms, some sort of ptsd flashback just now, and slowly reversing damage of smoke inhalation okay, then yeah. Perfectly fucking fine," he mutters out, breathing becoming shaky as well. The two brothers related by blood look at each other, eyes wide before crouching down next to Oliver.
"Ollie, holy shit! I'm sorry 'bout pointing the gun at you, why didn't you tell us you were hurt earlier? Hell, why didn't you tell us you had powers earlier?" Dean questions as Sam carefully cuts off the teenager's shirt. Ollie shrugs.
"Wasn't that important, or a need to know thing. Being with you guys, I've actually used my powers more in the past few months than I have in the past ten years. Plus we're focusing on killing the demon and working out what Sam's powers are..." the last sentence is whispered, but the other two hear it perfectly clearly.
"Wait, you've been using your powers without telling us all this time?!" Dean shouts, making Ollie flinch back and closer to Sam, who looks up and glares at Dean.
"Dean, stop yelling at him. Go get the first aid kit from the car," Sam orders his older brother. Dean sighs and gets up, walking out of the room. Sam helps Oliver up and onto a bed, where the teen lets himself fall backwards on. Sam winces as he spots the burns and bruises on his younger brother's torso.
"Oliver, why didn't you tell us any of this before? And you can tell me, because I'm sure not going to tell Dean unless you want me to," Sam says, and the younger boy smirks.
"You're telling me to make a chick-flick moment? Okay then...fine. I, uh...when you guys first found me, I really wasn't in a good state of mind. You see...I was abused almost every day for the ten years before you guys picked me up. It's hard for me to even think about this, because I have this irrational fear my aunt will track me down. Yeah, I slowly started to trust you guys and think of you as brothers, but we've always just been so busy with hunts and trying to find my grandfather." Ollie pauses and takes a shaky breath. "Another thing is that I had no idea on how you would respond to it. I'm a freak, something that shouldn't exist. Half human, quarter demon, and quarter something you guys haven't even encountered yet. My family and past are not good topics, especially my aunt or my powers. I got my siblings killed. Anyone I told what I am tried to kill me or use me. I- I was scared, Sam. I still am..."
Sam stays silent, not sure if the younger one was done and still just trying to process the information. Turns out, Ollie wasn't done.
"I've seen how both of you react to finding out someone you could apparently trust was some sort of monster. Dean would have killed me. You would have tried to stop him and then turn your back and ignore me. It was never the right time. I didn't know what to do. I didn't intend for you guys to find out about my powers at all until I was ready. This was an accident, I didn't mean to show you today. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. I'll leave as soon as you bandage me up, I won't bother you again. I, I-" Ollie starts to cry softly, the black seeping out of his eye and tears beginning to stream down his face. Sam's chest tightened as he watched the teen start to break for the first time since he's met him, and likely the first time in many years.
Reaching over, Sam carefully helps Oliver sit up and hugs him, trying not to jostle the broken ribs. The younger instantly hugs back, trying to calm himself down and regain control of his emotions. Sam starts to slowly brush his fingers through his younger brother's hair, remembering Dean doing the same to him when they were younger.
"Ollie...it's okay to cry. You don't have to bottle it up. Sure, we may be having a huge chick-flick moment, but you need it. But please, don't be scared of me or Dean. You can tell us something like that. Sure, we may try to wrap our heads around it at first, but we will be there for you. And sure, maybe it's only been a few months since we met each other, but I'm pretty sure it's clear to all of us that were brothers, even if not by blood," Sam comforts the younger until his broken sobs turn into soft hiccups. Ollie pulls away and smiles at Sam, though it looks slightly forced.
"Thanks, Sam. I needed that. Also, Dean, please stop standing at the door and staring at us like a creep."
Sam turns around in surprise, and sure enough, there Dean was, standing in the doorway with the first aid kit. Dean chuckles.
"Sorry Ollie. You sure you're done with your chick-flick moment or are you two gonna grow lady parts?" he jokes, and Ollie lets out a small laugh.
Together, Sam and Dean bandage their brother's ribs. It takes almost a half hour because the teen kept refusing and trying to avoid it, but they eventually got it finished. After, they let Ollie curl up on one of the beds. Not even a minute passed before he was out cold.
Dean stares at his youngest brother for a minute or two, and Sam notices.
"Okay, why are you staring at him like that?" Sam asks, and Dean sighs.
"I heard everything he said, Sam. About what he's been through, how he was scared of us finding out. How...how he wanted to leave after we helped him so he wasn't in the way. The kid has been through too much for his age, he shouldn't have to deal with this. But we can't abandon him. No way in Hell."
Sam nods. There would be no way that they're letting their new brother run away.
Dean paces while holding the phone to his ear, listening to it ring out. Sam sits on the bed next to Oliver, who's still out cold.
"Come on Dad, answer your phone damn it," Dean growls, frustrated before hanging up. "Something's wrong."
Sam just stares at the wall, giving a great bitchface.
"You hear me? Something's wrong."
"If you had just let me go in there, I coulda ended all this," Sam mutters.
"Sam, the only thing you would have ended was your life."
"You don't know that."
Dean walks towards the bed. "So what, you're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?"
"Yeah. Yeah you're damn right I am."
"Well that's not going to happen, not as long as I'm around."
"What the hell are you talking about Dean, we've been searching for this demon our whole lives. It's the only thing we've ever cared about!" Sam exclaims, glad Ollie was asleep while the older two argued.
"Sam I wanna waste it. I do. Okay? But it's not worth dying over."
"What?"
"I mean it. If hunting this demon means getting yourself killed then I hope we never find the damn thing. Same goes for Ollie. We aren't letting the kid die."
"That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom. That thing killed Ollie's entire family!"
"You said yourself once, that no matter what we do, they're gone, and they're never coming back!"
Sam totally loses it, grabs Dean and shoves him hard against the wall, a loud thud sounding from the impact.
"Don't you say that, not you! Not after all this don't you say that."
Dean sighs, before speaking quietly. "Sam look. The four of us...that's all we have...and it's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together man...and without you or Ollie or Dad..."
"Dad." Sam seems upset by this. He lets go and turns away, walking across the room. Dean stays where he is, taking deep breaths.
"He should have called by now. Try him again," Sam demands.
Dean raises his phone, and dials. The one who answers is not the one any of the boys in the room would have wanted.
"You boys really screwed up this time," Meg says, voice clear. Dean's eyes instantly narrow, and anger seeps into his voice.
"Where is he?"
"You're never going to see your father again."
[Here we are, everyone! End of this chapter! How do you think I did? What's your thoughts on Ollie now? Should I continue doing chapters like this is was it too long? Please let me know! I'll chat with you if you want me to clear something up, so just comment your question! Bye!]