Older Than I Look Ch. 1
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Beta read by joldino-soulsidestrerker
John knew that witch hunts should be done by a group or at least a pair, but he was cocky, he's had too good of a run lately, too many wins.
He kept his boys close on this hunt, staying in the same town that all the members of the coven had set its claws into.
. . .
What he wasn't expecting while out canvasing the area, figuring out how to get his next target, was a frantic sobbing call from Sammy, crying that some not so nice people took Dean. John cursed after he hung up the phone. He had taken out 2 of the witches of the coven but apparently the other witches had other plans.
"They came for us!" Sam cried when John arrived back at the motel. "The not nice people came... They were looking for me, but I heard Dean... h-he made them mad so they left with just him!"
"shhhh, shhh it's ok. We will find him and get him back." John soothed his son, gently running his hand up and down Sammy's back, holding him close.
. . .
John was trying to remain calm to not freak out Sam. They had taken his son and for that he will hunt them to the ends of the earth.
Calling Bobby was not his first choice but he was the closest and John knew that even though they clashed that Bobby adored his boys like his own and he needed someone to watch Sam while he hunted these sons of a bitches down.
. . .
The empty ringing made dread creep up on him. Would Bobby even answer his call?
The phone kept ringing, every second of it continual noise, John felt himself getting more and more worried. Then just as it was hitting the final notes, it was answered.
"You better have one hell of a good reason for calling me, Winchester." was growled out.
"Witches took, Dean." John didn't let any indication of relief - that Bobby answered - into his voice.
"Balls... you went to Marysville didn't you, fuck John, witches are no joke! Just when you think you have them all, ten of them spring out of nowhere!" Bobby snapped.
"Yeah... I know that now, I... I need your help getting Dean back."
"Jim's with me. He can look after Sam at mine while we hunt down these sons of bitches. See you in 5 hours. I shouldn't have to be the one to tell you don't let anyone in, and move motels, ya idjt."
. . .
By the time Bobby and Jim got to the motel room, Sam had fallen into a restless sleep and John Organised his research to a semi readable display. It was very in-depth.
Bobby and Jim were both quite impressed, as it would cut down the precious time to find johns oldest, an' no normal hunter working alone is normally this thorough.
"How did they get the drop on you with all this," The grizzled hunter questioned, gesturing at the last pile of research. John threw a glare at Bobby.
"A fair share is misdirection." was grumbled out.
. . .
Jim bundled up Sam and his stuff into Bobby's truck and headed to the salvage yard.
"You two better give me updates and let me know if you need any extra research." The pastor ordered sternly. Looking between the two men. Both nodded.
Hunting witches could get very nasty, very quick, even seasoned hunters think twice.
. . .
With both John and Bobby on the case, they narrowed down the witches locations quicker than expected. It involved them working through the night and well into the next day.
The hideout where they are keeping Dean eluded them. Most of the witches knew what John looked like but they didn't know Bobby, which helped.
Looking for the lair didn't seem to be working, so they had moved onto trying to work out the ritual that they were trying to bring to fruition. John didn't want to think that dean as an ingredient in the ritual but it did help narrow down potential spells. Jim was doing research within Bobby's considerably large collection of tomes.
While not knowing why, they knew that with every passing day time was running out for Dean. John had taken a more in-depth look at the history of the quaint little town of Marysville when he found it.
"Every 73 years on the eve of the 13th New moon young children would go missing," John spoke up, flicking through the papers in front of him. Bobby looked over.
It was never the same number which made it strange and miss-able, John was kicking himself at his own stupidity.
"Balls," Bobby cursed.
John looked up in askance.
"That's tomorrow night."
"Fuck."
. . .
Calling Jim with this new information narrowed down the potential spells dramatically.
"It's a portal spell. They can trade soul for a soul, the purer the soul the more power it can generate, almost like a power generator and fuel. They must use this to boost their own powers."
"That's some fucked up hoodoo."
"We need one of the coven members they should be able to lead us to the ritual site".
. . .
Easier said than done or so it should have been, nabbing a witch and getting information out of them was almost too easy but both hunters were running on almost no sleep, high stress and lots and lots of caffeine.
It wasn't until they were creeping into the local library basement and they spotted the witches' hostage leading the children out to the alter, that they knew that it was not going to plan.
. . .
Dean looked as defiant as ever a bit battered around but he was glaring at the witches, he even spat at one of them.
"Now, now dear no need to be so excited you will have your turn "
An elderly grandma looking lady patted Dean on the head.
"Fuck you lady, when my dad finds you he'll kill you just like all the other monster he has come across!"
"Tut tut.. watch your language young man," a much younger looking man early 20s maybe addressed dean.
"No need for such hostility, you will be embarking on your next big adventure." an older more regal woman spoke before turning away from all the children to address the coven.
"Greetings everyone, and guests, yes you two in the rafters."
Scrambling john and Bobby started their assault on the assembled witches.
"Your much too late as the spell has been cast it only needs but a word to activate." a broad sinister grin speed across the high witch's face.
"DAD " Dean shouted, angry and worried.
The witch's grin grew wider as she grabbed hold of Dean.
"You shall be the first... zeqaztle" a portal swirled into existence behind her. Cackling she threw Dean backwards into the portal.
"DAAA-"
"DEEAAN!" John cried out
Dean was swallowed by the swirling mass of magic. John proceeded to unload his shotgun into the witch - who calmly deflected it with a barrier - and comanded the others to attack.
. . .
What proceeded was a massacre of the witches gathered. John and Bobby making short work of the lower ranked witches and getting the children away so as not to become hostages.
It was down to five; the old grandma, the young man and the head bitch were still alive and in the best shape. Head bitch turned to one of the others placing a hand on a youngish woman.
"Lend me your strength."
"I give to thee." she responded and the woman crumpled to the floor, a pile of ash in her place.
"You'll never see your boy again. He has gone to a place where the monsters roam free and are much more vicious then they are now!" cackling she waved her hands in a peculiar pattern before placing a hand on the young man's and old lady's shoulder.
A blinding flash of light and a crack was herd and then there was only one witch standing. Well, cowering.
Levelling both their guns at the only survivor a man about their age, the infuriated father spoke.
"You are going to tell us everything you know about this spell and where my son has gone, or we will make you wish you were dead."
Bobby produced a pair of weird looking handcuffs and proceeded to restrain the lone survivor.
"We will get him back, I have some friends who should be able to help... They are witches but they're the good kind."
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